Chapter 194

Staring fixedly at Su Meng with three hundred eyes, face full of the look of one who would rather die than surrender.

"Su Meng! Let go of this girl, if you've got a problem come at me!"

"You?" Su Meng gave her a baffling look, shook his head, and said.

"You won't do, you're a bit too old."

A bit too old... a bit too old... too old...

Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweetness in her mouth, as if a mouthful of fresh blood was about to spurt out, and the pain in her heart was like ten thousand Granny Rongs stabbing her with needles.

Seeing Boss Yang defeated in a single move, Liu Tianxian thought it over, then quietly took a step back.

Only Deng Ziqi charged forward fearlessly.

"What about me? I'm way younger than Boss Yang!"

Pfft~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

When you throw your mines, can't you aim at the target? You've friendly-fired your own teammate!

Su Meng glanced at her, shook his head, and said: "You won't do either, you're too well-developed."

Huh? Too well-developed?

For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly caught on.

Isn't it just a few performances?

What kind of performance requires looking at your figure?

Could it be that kind of performance?

Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually started to turn strange...

Only I'm left!

Xiao Yueyue quietly gave himself a pep talk, then spoke up timidly.

"Little Uncle-Master, if they won't do, what about the Wang Family Troupe, the Li Family Troupe?"

"They're even less suitable." Su Meng gave them a strange look.

"They're old, and they're men—how could they possibly do?"

"Besides, they don't even know the two-stringed fiddle, the lute, or the moon lute."

Huh? The four of them froze on the spot.

Two-stringed fiddle... lute... moon lute... these days, even doing a free gig has to be this high-end?

Or is it only your Su Family Troupe that's this high-end?

"Hello, Teacher Su!"

"Hello, Teacher Su!"

"Teacher Su is amazing!"

Along the way, students kept running over every now and then, greeting Su Meng with great respect.

Su Meng was also warm and amiable, checking in on their study progress every so often.

Only this scene left the few of them more and more dumbfounded.

One or two people knowing you, that could still be explained.

But judging by the posture, why does it feel like you've come home the moment you arrived?

Xiao Yueyue couldn't help but ask.

"Little Uncle-Master, it feels like you're very familiar with this place."

Su Meng nodded, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, after all, this is a place where I once fought."

A place where he once fought?

That phrasing instantly dumbfounded the whole group.

Aren't you just a trendy young idol? When did you ever get mixed up with this artsy temple?

And fought, at that?

Deng Ziqi's face suddenly changed drastically, and she blurted out.

"Su Meng, you didn't come here carrying a suona to challenge people, did you?"

What? Everyone couldn't help sucking in a cold breath, and a scene involuntarily rose in their minds.

The cold wind blew bleakly, carrying boundless killing intent.

Su Meng stood with his suona in hand, hands clasped behind his back, the bearing of an unrivaled master beneath the heavens.

Facing him was a group of impeccably dressed artists, each face solemn, holding their eighteen kinds of weapons... musical instruments.

One artist leapt out first.

"I have a piece called 'Tchaikovsky in C Major,' Qingzhi Sect!"

As he played, the flowing notes transformed into a cavalry army charging forth.

At the critical moment, Su Meng threw his head back and laughed heartily, then gave a great shout.

"Tchaikovsky?"

"Even if Kabinsky, Tchaikovsky, truck driver, taxi driver, tractor driver, He Shi Nuofu, Lolololsov, Sharapova, Daboropova, Ginseng Doll... all came at me together, what would I have to fear?"

"You have an army of cavalry, I have a million yin soldiers!"

Then he raised the suona to his lips, and the melody of "Grand Funeral" slowly began to play.

This melody connected heaven and earth, instantly triggering a cataclysmic change in the world.

A chill wind gusted, mist rose on all sides, and faintly, the gates of hell swung wide as a million ghostly soldiers crossed realms to arrive.

The two armies clashed in an instant…

Holy shit! Many people couldn't help but shudder violently.

Isn't this way too terrifying?

"What are you thinking?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said, annoyed.

"I just accidentally smashed Liu Huan Laoshi's office, that's all…"

Holy shit! Countless people on-site and in the livestream were dumbfounded again.

Who is Liu Huan Laoshi?

The nation's top male vocalist, and the head of the Vocal Department at Yinyuexue Academy in the Imperial Capital!

You smashed his office, and you're still standing here alive?

Deng Ziqi swallowed hard, her face tense.

"Su Meng, you smashed Liu Huan Laoshi's office… Didn't Liu Laoshi scold you?"

"Scold? Why would he?" Su Meng sighed and said, subdued.

"After all, it was because he spiked me with fake liquor first…"

Numb, completely numb…

……

At the entrance of a large rehearsal hall, Deng Ziqi instinctively stopped in her tracks.

There was even a hint of reverence in her tone.

"Su Meng, maybe we shouldn't go over there?"

"This is the rehearsal hall—it's not somewhere just anyone can enter."

"How can we not?" Su Meng curled his lip, looking completely indifferent.

"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I came."

"I need to hear their ability in person so I can pick a few good accompanists."

Holy shit, that reasoning of yours is so airtight it leaves me speechless.

The group was also at a loss.

But what can you do at this point?

Grit your teeth and follow along.

Anyway, the little assistant has already booked a bed in the hospital's orthopedic ward—worst case, count it as a work injury.

Sigh… compared to this, I'd actually rather go be the old beggar woman…

"Hello, Teacher Su!"