The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

When the dance ended, Qin Hao stood in place, striking a flamboyant finishing pose.

He adjusted his short hair, and this gesture, in many people’s eyes, became exceptionally charismatic and graceful.

The entire hall was silent, with only the sound of people’s rapid breathing audible.

Unknown how long it had been, Wu Fangfang was the first to come to her senses and suddenly started clapping: "Handsome! This dance is so handsome!"

She was one of the talents, not only proficient in the zither but also skilled in many classical dances.

In her view, although Qin Hao’s dance was peculiar, its ability to stir the soul was unmistakably evident.

This seemed to carry future dance trends within it.

It can be said that this dance was truly splendid!

Wu Fangfang’s actions startled everyone awake, followed by a chorus of laments.

"What the heck! It’s weird, but really captivating!"

"Yeah! I want to be unimpressed, but this dance actually has some skill!"

"This Qin Hao... truly a Demon Star! Gotta hand it to him!"

At the scene, most people were convinced, including Lei Xiuzhu, whose beautiful eyes gleamed with light, quietly watching Qin Hao.

However, Wang Yufei and Wei Zhongxun were not.

Wang Yufei gritted her teeth and said, "Damn plagiarist!"

Wei Zhongxun laughed loudly: "Hahaha! What a crappy dance! Just a bunch of wild twisting! No aesthetics at all! It’s utterly ridiculous!"

As these words rang out, people looked at him, their eyes filled with mockery.

So many of us said it’s fine, but you say it’s utterly ridiculous? Can you alone represent the public’s taste?

Understanding the intention behind the crowd’s eyes, Wei Zhongxun shouted somewhat resentfully: "A man dancing, you’re not afraid of losing face! Qin Hao, you’re just a jumping clown, understand?"

Qin Hao stood there calmly, his expression unchanged.

His silence became Wei Zhongxun’s arrogant fuel.

He loudly shouted: "Trash, don’t think that showing a bit of talent will change my attitude towards you! If you’ve got guts, try making a painting!"

At these words, everyone shook their heads.

We just said that if Qin Hao showcased the dance, then he would be acknowledged.

Yet again, Wei Zhongxun found fault?

This is purely seeking trouble!

But, at that moment, Qin Hao leisurely spoke: "My painting skills are not on the same level as yours."

"Certainly not the same level! I’m the sky, you’re the ground!" Wei Zhongxun laughed wildly: "Trash, others might submit to you, but I won’t..."

Mid-sentence, a voice rose: "Qin Hao’s painting skills are unparalleled!"

"Who dares speak nonsense!"

Wei Zhongxun was furious and shouted, turning to search around.

He couldn’t find the owner of the voice in the hall.

However, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

At this moment, everyone was shocked to look towards the entrance.

Wei Zhongxun turned his head and saw an elderly man dressed as a farmer slowly walking in. Clearly, the person who spoke earlier was this elder.

If it were usual, Wei Zhongxun would certainly reprimand this elder for being clueless.

But now, he was silenced, deeply astounded: "Elder Zhuge, why have you come!"

Indeed, the elder who appeared was one of the seven high leaders of the Huashan Sect, Zhuge Si.

"Why shouldn’t I come?" Elder Zhuge approached, his words choking Wei Zhongxun into an embarrassed flush, murmuring: "I was just surprised..."

Elder Zhuge maintained a stern face, no longer paying attention to Wei Zhongxun.

Hu Boyong walked over, reaching out to salute: "Master, you finally came!"

"Hmm." Elder Zhuge nodded lightly, his gaze fixating on Qin Hao, unable to move away.

Hu Boyong turned to the crowd to explain: "I specifically invited Master here. I feel the conference wouldn’t conclude perfectly without the Elder’s speech! So..."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood.

Turns out Hu Boyong invited him.

At that moment, Hu Boyong respectfully asked: "Master, what did you mean by what you said as you entered just now?"

Elder Zhuge responded indifferently: "Just literally."

Literally?

Hu Boyong’s smile carried surprise.

All around, everyone wore faces of confusion.

"Qin Hao’s painting skills are unparalleled... Does it mean he truly has such abilities?"

"How could it be!"

In the next moment, everyone was shocked. Especially Wei Zhongxun, who reacted most intensely, shouting with a flushed face: "Elder Zhuge, is there a mistake, can this scoundrel’s skills surpass mine?"

"You?" Elder Zhuge looked at Wei Zhongxun with ridicule, shaking his head: "You’re unfit to compare to him."

Unfit to compare to him?

If someone else said this, Wei Zhongxun might have blown up.

But it was Elder Zhuge.

He didn’t dare, he could only endure the aggrieved feeling, gnashing his teeth.

Around, people were dumbfounded.

"Why did Elder Zhuge say this? Why does he trust Qin Hao’s painting skills so much?"

Only Su Lingfeng vaguely guessed the answer.

He looked at Qin Hao, silently muttering: "Martial Ancestor Map."

"Uncle Zhuge! Why do you think so highly of this Qin Hao?" At this time, Lei Xiuzhu approached, asking Zhuge Si.

Zhuge Si looked at her, his stern face softened a lot: "So Xiuzhu, you’re here too."

After pausing, he looked back at Qin Hao: "I can’t tell you the specifics of this matter, but I can only say that Qin Hao’s painting skills saved the entire sect!"

Boom!

With these words, everyone felt a buzzing in their heads, deeply shocked.

Painting skills, to save the sect?

What does this mean?

However, it’s not too hard to understand.

As long as they can grasp the praise in the words.

At this point, people vaguely understood, perhaps Qin Hao’s painting skills were indeed exceptional, enough for Elder Zhuge to praise so highly.

The people don’t know, but Elder Zhuge knew clearly.

Qin Hao, being able to create the new Martial Ancestor Map, maybe his painting skill is only top-notch.

But the power brought by his artwork is limitless!

After all, this is one of the capitals for revitalizing the sect!

That is why Elder Zhuge found Qin Hao increasingly pleasing, unable to stop saying, "Qin Hao, did this Wei Zhongxun ever humiliate you?"

Qin Hao didn’t speak, still indifferent.

Others were speechless, "Qin Hao is indeed quite arrogant, not even responding to Elder Zhuge’s inquiry?"

"Elder... I didn’t..." Only Wei Zhongxun was terrified to death, trembling wanting to speak.

"Shut up!"

In a loud shout, Elder Zhuge’s palm slapped Wei Zhongxun’s face.

Slap!

Wei Zhongxun was hit so hard he spun in the air, crashed into the wall, then fell to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

Elder Zhuge didn’t have a shred of sympathy, but coldly scolded: "Dare to offend Qin Hao, are you seeking death?"