Chapter 97 - I’d Like to Be Your Slave (1)

Chapter 97: I’d Like to Be Your Slave (1)

“There’s a fight! There’s a fight! Come on guys…Let’s go…”

The moment they entered the campus, Mo Fei and Mo Yi saw a beehive of students rushing towards the challenge ring.

They rushed toward the challenging ring like a gust of strong wind passing through Mo Fei and Mo Yi.

Mo Fei frowned, and said in dissatisfaction, “Oh come on! What’s so fun watching someone fighting? Why is everybody so excited?”

Mo Yi shrugged helplessly and said, “The Top 100 Championship is coming soon. Everyone seems to have their blood boiling!”

Mo Fei nodded his head, “It seems so!”

Mo Yi and Mo Fei were fixed by a pair of hatred-filled eyes as soon as they entered the classroom. Mo Fei picked his eyebrows, smiled calmly and walked towards his seat.

Xu Zihan’s stare was like to skin him alive, but Mo Yi just ignored it and came to his seat.

After he sat down in his seat, Yan Chen leaned in and said admiringly, “Mo Fei, you will take part in the talent competition, right?”

He nodded, “Yes!”

Yan Chen looked at Mo Fei with bright eyes and said, “Mo Fei, you are awesome! By the way, Xu Zihan will also participate.”

The talent show was limited in participants’ quota. When selecting candidates, the teachers would consider not only the students’ abilities but also their background. Xu Zihan’ got Zheng Xuan behind his back. So it was reasonable for him to be selected.

Mo Fei sneered, “I didn’t expect him to get recovered and climb out of his bed so soon. Didn’t they say he was half dead from bee stings? I knew it was a rumor.”

Yan Chen puffed his cheeks, “I heard he was seriously injured, but Zheng Xuan spent a lot of money to buy a recovery potion from the level six potion master Yan Wei’an. With that potion, he got healed very quickly.”

“Well. Zheng Xuan is really love fool.” Mo Fei said in a casual tone.

Yan Chen nodded and said, “Yes! Zheng Xuan is famous for his infatuation for his lover. By the way, Xu Zihan said that he would beat you into a bloody pulp in the talent competition.”

Mo Fei smiled contemptuously, his eyes flashed a stern look, “Really? Then I would like to see if he really has the ability.”

Lin Feiyu gave Mo Fei a thoughtful look, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Shangguan Tianxing looked at Lin Feiyu, “Feiyu, what are you going to perform this time?”

Lin Feiyu smiled and said with a faint smile, “I do not have much talent, so I intend to sing a song.”

Shangguan Tianxing was sort of surprised, “Really? What a surprise! I thought you would play the piano.”

Lin Feiyu smiled faintly, and his heart tightened. Without Mo Fei, he would certainly have chosen to play the piano.

He had always enjoyed the reputation as the piano prince. It was not until on the wedding of Lou Yu that Lin Feiyu discovered that his piano skills were far from good after Mo Fei amazed the audience with a pianolude. Lin Feiyu was not sure about Mo Fei’s performance so he did not dare to choose the piano.

Lin Feiyu frowned and said, “I don’t really feeling like playing the piano recently.”

Shangguan Tianxing smiled and said happily, “Since you chose not to play the piano, I will be relieved to perform the piano.”

Lin Feiyu smiled reluctantly.

Mo Fei rolled his eyes. The participants from the Elite Class to take part in the talent competition were not less compared with other classes, but the quota was still not enough. Apart from Mo Fei, Lin Feiyu, Xu Zihan, and Shangguan Tianxing, the first beauty in the class, Ling Shanshan, was also selected.

The atmosphere in the class looked calm on the surface, but the inside was choppy. All the selected candidates were trying their best to make a blockbuster.

Mo Fei was holding his chin up. He had a perfunctory attitude towards the talent competition, but since someone wanted to snap him into the mud, he had to fight back with extra spirit.

Mo Yi and Mo Fei went back to Prince Yu Mansion and saw Su Rong, who was beaten black and blue.

Mo Fei was surprised, jaws dropped, gloating, “Oh, my great Talent Su! How did you get beaten up like this?”

As he saw Mo Fei, Su Rong’s face went stiff.

“What guilty things have you done? Did you rob somebody else’s wife and get beaten by her husband?” Mo Fei elbowed Su Rong, full of curiosity.

“That’s not true.” Su Rong was so agitated that the wound on his face expanded and he immediately felt great pain.

Mo Fei sneered, “Then, what was going wrong?”

“The quota for the Top 100 Championship is limited. Players who have not won the quota can replace those who have won the quota through fair and square challenges and win the competition cards of their opponents.” Su Rong said in the grievance.

Mo Fei opened his eyes wide and said, “Judging from your appearance, your card has been robbed, right?”

Su Rong looked away and said, “No, my opponent is hurt much more serious than I am.”