SFS Chapter 452 Can’t afford to lose
Chapter 452 Can’t afford to lose
"Tell me, can't you just not afford to lose?"
"That's right, some people are used to pretending to be awesome. They always think they are the biggest in the world and that no one can defeat them. What's going on now?"
"Hurry up and give in. I can't wait to play vaulting horse."
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Following Lu Ye's question, many students around him also joined in the fun.
There's nothing we can do. It's because that boy with a Beijing accent was so arrogant that he offended all the Bin University students.
Now Lu Ye stood up and defeated him fairly with a poem.
Not only did it restore face for Binda, but it also allowed these people to vent their anger.
“Who can’t afford to lose?”
Although the boy with a Beijing accent said this, he still refused to admit defeat.
A pair of eyes stared at Lu Ye, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"If you can afford to lose, then hurry up. We can't wait to play vaulting horse." A boy shouted loudly.
Lu Ye also laughed, met the other party's threatening gaze, and said: "I am willing to accept the loss. If you are not convinced, you can recite another poem."
Lu Ye generously allowed him to recite another poem.
But the man with the Beijing accent knew very well in his heart that the poem he just recited was already his highest level. Even if he recited something else now, it would only be a accompaniment.
"Who said I lost?"
"What you just recited, can you even consider it poetry? It lacks rhyme and rhythm. Poetry requires concise language, but your sentences are just plain old jargon."
"That's not poetry at all. You're the one who lost!"
This boy with a Beijing accent was finding faults in Lu Ye's poetry.
His strong self-esteem made him not allow himself to accept such punishment.
However, his behavior immediately angered the Binh University students present.
Before Lu Ye could even speak, these people glared at the boy with a Beijing accent, surrounding him and mocking and accusing him.
"Yo yo... How shameless! Just now you said you could afford to lose, but now you deny it."
"Exactly, what kind of person is this? You didn't admit your defeat, and you even said what the other person recited wasn't poetry, and you found fault with them. Do you think we're all fools? Are you that easy to fool?"
"There are so many of us watching, don't try to deny it."
"That's right! Why didn't you say that when you won just now? Now you're refusing to admit your loss, you're dreaming!"
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There was a lot of cursing at the scene.
"Humph, you frogs in the well, you don't know shit about appreciating poetry. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."
The boy with a Beijing accent turned around and tried to push away the students who were surrounding him.
But no matter how hard he pushed, more and more people blocked his way.
"If you lose, you want to run away, but it's not that easy."
"Now either you fulfill your bet or serve as our horse, or you can't even think of leaving here!"
"Right! Don't even think about running away!"
Several people shouted loudly.
Amidst the excitement, the boy with a Beijing accent finally became a little panicked.
"What are you going to do? Do you want to hit someone again?"
"What's wrong with beating me? You're just pretending to be awesome and then you run away. You refuse to admit your defeat. If I don't beat you, who the hell should I beat?"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Fuck that show-off!"
The few boys from Binhai University who were standing in the front couldn't control themselves anymore and swung their fists at the boy with a Beijing accent.
In just a moment, the boy with a Beijing accent was punched several times in the face.
He didn't even see who hit him.
A fight broke out in front, and Lu Ye pulled Su Mengyao back a step and did not get involved.
Lu Ye's soul has long passed the age of a passionate young man, and Su Mengyao is a girl, so it is even more inappropriate for her to get involved in such things.
"Deserve it!"
Su Mengyao looked at the scene in front of her and said with some relief.
"Old Meng, if you don't stop it, something bad might happen."
Seeing his student being beaten by so many people, the old man who had previously said that young people should be proud could no longer hold back and started to urge them on.
When he knew it, the other old man smiled and took a step forward.
Just when the boy with a Beijing accent was about to be completely drowned in the crowd, an old and majestic voice suddenly sounded.
"Stop it all!"
The old man's voice rang out on the spot, immediately stopping many students.
Someone looked over and noticed that the person who was shouting was Meng Chenliang, the president of Binjiang University.
"It's Principal Meng!"
"Quick... stop fighting, Principal Meng is here!"
As soon as Meng Chenliang appeared, many members of the society exclaimed in surprise.
Some students who were about to go up and kick him a few more times immediately withdrew their feet and quickly stood aside.
The originally noisy scene quickly returned to order with the appearance of Meng Chenliang.
The few Bin University boys surrounding the boy with a Beijing accent also quickly stood aside, each looking a little nervous.
They were caught beating someone by Principal Meng, and they might be punished.
There were no more punches or kicks falling on him, and the boy with the Beijing accent finally got a break.
When he moved the arm that was blocking his head, he realized that the students who had hit him had already moved away.
"brutal!"
"How dare you hit me? Do you know who my father is?"
"You all just wait!"
The boy with the Beijing accent had suffered such a big loss for the first time in his life. He was so angry that he almost exploded and immediately shouted that he wanted to take revenge.
"It's Principal Meng." Su Mengyao also exclaimed softly, appearing a little nervous.
"It's okay. We didn't hit anyone, so we won't be punished." Lu Ye smiled slightly, signaling Su Mengyao not to worry.
Meng Chenliang and the other old man walked through the crowd and came to the middle.
Seeing his teacher coming, the boy with a Beijing accent ignored the pain in his body and quickly stood up from the ground.
Pointing at the students around him, he roared in a low voice, "Teacher, they hit me! Those Bin University students are too barbaric!"
Seeing her teacher appear, the somewhat aloof girl also came back.
Facing the old man, he whispered, "Teacher."
"Ah."
But there was no smile on the old man's face at this moment, only disappointment.
"teacher......"
The boy with a Beijing accent wanted to say something else.
But he was stopped by the old man's stern shout.
"Shut up!"
This loud shout froze the boy with the Beijing accent, and he was unable to recover for a long time.
It was obvious that he was beaten by these people from Bin University, but his teacher yelled at him, which made him feel wronged.
"You think I don't know why you were beaten?"
"We've been here since you competed with the first person in poetry."
"If you have the ability to be competitive and fight with others, but you don't have the ability to refuse to admit your defeat, you really make me proud!" The old man looked very ugly.