The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

"You all!" Chu Mo was so angry that he couldn’t speak. How could he have known that the fellow disciples who were usually nice to him would all have this attitude?

"Chu Mo, if you don’t want to eat, just leave! Stop making sarcastic remarks here!"

Ma Jiajia, the most furious and ruthless, directly issued an eviction order.

"I’ll leave!"

Chu Mo originally wanted to say that and leave gracefully.

But then he thought, if I really do that, wouldn’t it let Qin Hao, that bastard, have his way?

So he said coldly, "Why should I leave? For your sakes, I’ll reluctantly have a bite!"

Everyone was amused by Chu Mo’s pettiness, but they didn’t say much.

Chu Mo picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish with force, and put it in his mouth without a word.

Initially, he had a whole set of criticisms prepared in his mind.

But when that piece of fish entered his mouth, he forgot all the abuse he was going to hurl.

Because the unique taste of the fish had already occupied his mind.

"Damn! So spicy! So sour! But... it’s so damn delicious!"

Even if Chu Mo didn’t want to admit it, in his mind he was instinctively roaring!

"Senior Brother Chu? How is it?"

Seeing Chu Mo finish the fish, Wu Xiang asked curiously.

"Hehe, it’s okay."

Chu Mo said very begrudgingly.

"This is just okay?"

The crowd was immediately surprised.

Ma Jiajia scoffed, "You stubborn duck! This delicious food, I bet you’ve never tasted anything like it in your life!"

Chu Mo wanted to refute in anger, but after thinking about it, he felt guilty.

So, he snorted angrily, "What’s so great about cooking? Men learning something women do, I think it’s disgraceful!"

Hearing this, Qin Hao couldn’t help but laugh to himself: "Isn’t this the legendary male chauvinism combined with a macho attitude?"

Seeing everyone about to lose their temper, Qin Hao quickly smiled and said, "Then what sort of talent does Senior Brother Chu think is manly?"

Without thinking, Chu Mo said, "Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting! These are what gentlemen learn! Planting and forging, these are what tough guys learn!"

Although he was angry, he wasn’t foolish. The forging and planting he mentioned was naturally praising Wu Xiang and Feng Ziyun secretly.

Upon hearing this, the two looked much more pleased.

While Qin Hao smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I happen to know a bit about all these."

As soon as this was said, Chu Mo immediately sneered, "Haha! Bragging without writing a draft, aren’t we? Truly shameless!"

The others, although they didn’t speak like Chu Mo, didn’t sincerely believe him.

Being able to cook is already impressive, but to master other talents as well—many geniuses in the world can’t even do that, right?

Despite the disbelief, Ma Jiajia still interjected, "Chu Mo! Quit with the sarcasm! Even if Junior Brother Qin doesn’t know these talents, he’s still better than you! At least he can cook! I like it!"

"You!"

Chu Mo was truly agitated, turning red with anger.

In his fury, he shouted, "Qin Hao! You braggart! If you have the guts, show your talents! Otherwise, I look down on you!"

This was, of course, just something he blurted out in anger.

Who would have thought, Qin Hao nodded seriously, "Since Senior Brother Chu wants to see, I’ll show a couple of tricks. What would you like me to start with?"

The crowd was a bit bewildered when they heard this.

Is this a gamble?

It seemed a bit fast, didn’t it?

Wu Xiang was the first to raise his hand and said, "How about starting with my flower arrangement?"

"Sure! How about flower arrangement?"

Qin Hao nodded calmly.

Don’t be fooled, though flower arranging seems simple, doing it well is indeed difficult.

Without great wisdom and performance skills, ordinary people can’t play it well.

The crowd had no objections.

"Hmph! I’ll get the materials!"

Determined to make Qin Hao lose face, Chu Mo grabbed the opportunity eagerly.

He walked briskly to the roadside, grabbing foxtail, wolf tail grass, and thorn flowers in his hands.

Then, he came back and tossed them casually on the stone table.

Seeing this, everyone was amused yet helpless.

What is this?

These flowers and grasses are the epitomes of ugliness and roughness in nature.

How could Qin Hao possibly arrange them beautifully?

"Here’s the vase!"

Furthermore, Chu Mo pulled out a vase, pretending to be serious.

The others looked at Qin Hao with sympathy.

Being challenged like this? Poor Junior Brother Qin!

Contrary to expectations, Qin Hao didn’t show any discomfort.

On the contrary, he gently touched the vase and smiled, "What a nice vase!"

"Nonsense! This top-quality blue and white porcelain vase is worth a lot on the market! Using it for flower arranging is a waste!"

Chu Mo said arrogantly.

He crossed his arms, his face full of anticipation, as if waiting for Qin Hao to make a fool of himself.

Qin Hao smiled, then inserted a foxtail into the vase.

"Hey! You’re just randomly inserting!"

Chu Mo didn’t understand flowers, but he could see some pathways.

Seeing Qin Hao’s careless method, he knew the other party was an amateur.

After all, Wu Xiang was a master of flower arrangement; he always meditated and observed before arranging.

Moreover, flower arrangement, like chess, requires prior calculation.

At this point, Qin Hao inserted the second wolf tail grass into the vase.

As always, carelessly, as if casually placing it.

"Haha! Is this flower arranging? This is like a child’s scribble!"

Seeing this, Chu Mo laughed out loud.

He didn’t want to miss any opportunity to mock.

However, at that moment, a voice shouted, "Shut up!"

Chu Mo was suddenly startled and saw Wu Xiang intently staring at the vase. The shout had come from him.

"What’s Wu Xiang up to? How dare he scold me?"

Chu Mo was a bit angry, and at this moment, Qin Hao inserted the third, fourth, and all the wilted flowers into the vase.

The speed was extreme, almost as if stuffing them into the vase.

However, Chu Mo clearly saw Wu Xiang’s expression change from serious to shocked, with incredulous light in his eyes!

What’s up with Wu Xiang?

Chu Mo was puzzled.

But then Wu Xiang opened his mouth and exclaimed in surprise, "Art! This is the art of nature’s creation!"

Art?

Instinctively, Chu Mo looked at the vase and was immediately startled.

Earlier chaotic, the vase now exhibited a balanced and relaxed order.

Whether foxtail or wolf tail grass, they stood quietly inside.

Strangely enough, these flowers and grasses, clearly common in nature and aesthetically lacking, gathered in the vase, presented a unique beauty.

Moreover, the beauty was dignified, as if each flower and grass’s position was arranged by God.

Even though Chu Mo didn’t understand flowers, he felt a sense of true harmony.

This feeling, even Wu Xiang might not have been able to give him.

This discovery changed Chu Mo’s face dramatically, terrifying him immensely.

What is going on?

Could this little bastard’s flower arrangement skills surpass Wu Xiang’s?