I'm Really a Superstar

Chapter 1606 - Who is the one with the worst temper here?

Chapter 1606 - Who is the one with the worst temper here?

Translator: Legge Editor: Legge

London.

At the banquet venue.

Zhang Ye's entrance still made some people take notice of him. There weren't too many Asians who were nominated for the Nobel Prizes, so even if they did not know what Zhang Ye looked like, they could still guess who he was. Furthermore, if they asked around, they would be able to find out his identity too. So some of the people at the venue cast curious glances at him. Gone with the Wind and its author became very well-known throughout the world during this past month.

"So he's the writer from China?"

"He's this young?"

"It's the first time I've seen him too."

"Why does he know the Nobel Prize nominees from the math and physics crowd?"

"Don't you guys know?"

"Know about what?"

"He's a well-known mathematician to begin with."

"Huh?"

"Really?"

"Surely he can't be a very well-known mathematician, right?"

"You're wrong, he's really famous. I've checked his profile. He was awarded an international math award some years ago, but for some unknown reason, he didn't accept it."

"He forfeited the award? Oh my God!"

"In the field of physics and mechanical engineering, he's also an expert."

"Are you serious?"

"I only learned about it from the news, and I don't really know him that well. Oh, he has another identity too. I'm sure you've all heard of it before. He was once the hacker with the highest bounty in the world!"

"What?"

"That's him?"

"He's that 2? The world's number one hacker?"

"Why does he have so many identities?"

"He's involved in so many different industries?"

"That's why the international media once commented that he was the smartest person to exist in a few hundred years. However, people have rarely heard of his name and news. This is because of political factors. Many countries around the world have limited coverage of the news in China, which everyone knows. It's just that this time, the sensation caused by his novel was too great, which is why he has finally come to the attention of the mainstream international media as well."

"So that's how it is."

"Yeah, there wasn't any news related to him in my country before Gone with the Wind was released."

Everyone was fervently discussing him.

Some people were even pointing at him and whispering among themselves.

Anthony could hear the voices of discussion around him.

The look in Felicia's eyes changed as she gazed at Zhang Ye. "You're actually this impressive?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "No, not really. They're just undeserved titles."

Anthony said, "How are they undeserved!"

"I've got a really bad reputation," Zhang Ye said with a smile.

Felicia didn't believe him. "You're a writer and a scientist, how bad can your reputation be? Can it be any worse than Bangalore from India?"

Zhang Ye blinked. "Why isn't his reputation good?"

Anthony shook his head. "He has lifestyle problems. He won't budge once he has his eyes on a woman. Even Felicia has been pestered by him before. And that's still not considered too bad. He has a terrible temper as well and often yells at his own assistants for no rhyme or reason. In India itself, his reputation is also very poor. He has many conflicts with many people and is a compulsive gambler too."

Zhang Ye said, "Uh, is that it?"

Felicia said in a speechless manner, "What more are you expecting?"

Anthony looked at him. "Can your reputation be any worse than his?"

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment before deciding not to say anything.

How could this be called a bad reputation?

How could this be called a bad temper?

And I thought it was bad!

Forget it, I better not bring up my embarrassing incidents!

As they chatted, the people at the venue burst into an uproar.

"Why is he here?"

"Bangalore?"

"This guy is really thick-skinned!"

"After all that fuss at the banquet last year, he still dares to show up this year?"

"Let's go, we better stay far away from him."

A lot of people walked away shaking their heads.

Zhang Ye turned around and saw that person as well.

It was an Indian man?

Bangalore?

He had a very dark skin tone and did not looked particularly handsome, but neither was he ugly. Two of his assistants were trailing close behind him.

Anthony's expression changed slightly. "Doesn't he know that he's not welcome here?"

Felicia also looked on with disdain. "How can he wear slippers to the banquet?"

Bangalore was clearly a regular at the Nobel Prize award ceremony. He had been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature for many years running, so he knew the majority of the people here. He even said hello to a few of them.

"Horne, long time no see!"

"Felicia, you're here too?"

Felicia ignored him.

Bangalore wasn't bothered and laughed it off. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he led his assistants to the dining area. He took a sip of the red wine and frowned. Then he tasted a piece of meat and started chattering about how horrible it tasted. Even without saying much, the situation was already getting out of hand.

Anthony pursed his lips. "There, Zhang, you understand now?"

Felicia said, "This is the Nobel Prize ceremony, and the choice of the recipients has never been assessed based on a person's character, only on their works. Otherwise, that guy would never have been nominated in the first place."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Let's just eat."

Anthony said, "Yes, we mustn't let this kind of person affect our mood."

They ate.

They drank.

They chatted.

Half an hour went by.

Eventually, Bangalore finished causing a ruckus and was starting to walk to the entrance with a look of contempt. As he passed by, he suddenly gave Zhang Ye a look.

Bangalore asked, "You're the author of Gone with the Wind?"

Anthony became a little nervous.

Felicia stepped in front of Zhang Ye. "What do you want?"

But Zhang Ye just smiled. "That's me. Is anything the matter?"

Bangalore looked at him for a long time. "You won't win the Nobel Prize."

Zhang Ye chuckled. "Really?"

Bangalore said, "If you don't believe me, wait for tomorrow."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Sure."

Bangalore walked away while chuckling.

Anthony said in annoyance, "Isn't that a provocation!"

Felicia said, "Ignore him."

Many of the Nobel Prize nominees gathered around, thinking that Zhang Ye would get angered.

However, unbeknownst to them, Zhang Ye did not take this to heart at all.

…

Elsewhere.

China.

On Weibo.

"Tomorrow is the Nobel Prize award ceremony."

"I'm looking forward to it!"

"We'll see if Face-smacking Zhang has the ability to win it."

"Are they going to broadcast it live?"

"Of course they will. The award ceremony is broadcast live around the world."

"I can't wait."

"I heard that Bangalore is the only person who can compete with Zhang Ye, but his temper is not so good."

"Pfft, previous poster, are you joking? In the presence of Zhang Ye, who dares to claim that they have a bad temper? If anyone dares to say so, motherfucker, I'll take it up with them!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Damn, that's true, I take back my words."

"Many of the international media outlets are saying that the Indian writer has a bad temper. Did you guys read the news online? The Chinese people are all laughing at such reports. Those people have not seen Zhang Ye's hooliganism for themselves yet!"

"There's really no way to compare. A person like Bangalore would only grumble and scold people at the most. But Zhang Ye? He'd dare to turn physical on you! Comparing their qualifications and number of works, Bangalore is probably much better than Zhang Ye. But when it comes to having a temper? On daring to fight? Not even ten Bangalores could beat Zhang Ye!"