I'm Really a Superstar

Chapter 1610 - The kick that shocked the world!

Chapter 1610 - The kick that shocked the world!

Translator: Legge Editor: Legge

China.

On Weibo.

"Fuck this!"

"We've lost the Nobel Prize!"

"It's gone, everything is gone!"

"It's been won by that Indian writer!"

"Hai, it's over for us!"

"I've been anticipating it for a long time. The media also reported that this was the closest that China was to winning a Nobel Prize. In the end, we still couldn't get it!"

"Face-smacking Zhang has failed this time!"

"It's not like he could help it. That's the Nobel Prize we're talking about. Zhang Ye has never lost when it comes to domestic awards, but the Nobel Prize is the world's most prestigious award. Perhaps it was still a step too far for us."

…

At Zhang Ye's maternal grandma's house.

His three sisters roared with rage.

"Dammit!"

"Do they not have eyes!"

"It obviously should have been awarded to our brother!"

"The Indian has cheated his way to a win again!"

…

At home.

His father looked on in regret.

His mother pointed at the television and started scolding.

"What the heck!

"Hai.

"There must be some kind of conspiracy!"

…

At the studio.

Sighs sounded from all over the room.

Some of the female employees were even trying to hide tears.

"It still couldn't be done?"

"Is it so much to ask to win the Nobel Prize?"

"I can't accept this!"

"Me neither!"

"Gone With the Wind isn't any worse than those other books!"

…

At the Chinese Writers' Association.

"We couldn't win it after all!"

"What a pity!"

"Yeah, we were so close! We only missed out by a little bit!"

"Never mind, Zhang Ye has done quite well already."

…

London.

Lillian's house.

"What a pity!"

"Sis, is he your Chinese friend?"

"Yes, I was even the one who suggested that he try for the Nobel Prize."

…

India.

The people were all cheering.

"Oh my God!"

"It's ours! We've won it!"

"Long live Bangalore!"

"Long live India!"

"Unbelievable! India has finally gotten a Nobel Prize laureate!"

"Hahahahaha!"

I knew it, I knew that the Chinese and Japanese authors would not get the Nobel Prize!"

"I really wish I could see the face of that Chinese author right now!"

…

In Germany.

"The Indian writer has gotten the last laugh!"

"This is a very important award!"

"It was unexpected, but still within reason!"

"This year's winner of the Literature Prize has finally been unveiled!"

…

Japan.

"I figured it would be him!"

"It's such a pity that we didn't manage to win it!"

"It's good as long as it's not Zhang Ye who gets the Nobel Prize!"

"That's true!"

"Congratulations to the Indian author."

…

China.

The UK.

Korea.

Greece.

Finland.

Canada.

When the Nobel Prize in Literature was announced, every country in the world blew up!

The netizens discussed it like crazy!

The media reports were numerous as well!

…

At the award ceremony.

The director smiled and said, "Would Mr. Bangalore please come onstage to collect his medal."

Bangalore smoothed his clothes and rose from his seat, all smiles. Then he strode up to the stage in high spirits. At this moment, it could be said that Bangalore was the person with the most attention on him in the entire world. The Literature Prize had such great influence.

He went up on stage.

He received his medal.

They took a picture together.

On the big screen behind the stage, Bangalore's works over the years were listed.

The dense list of novels dumbfounded everyone.

Little Wang said, "He has written so many books?"

Ha Qiqi said, "It's just that we have too few works."

"It's only because Director Zhang doesn't have the time to write them." Little Wang had absolute confidence in Zhang Ye's writing ability and speed. "If we had another half a year, Director Zhang could surely 20 novels for them!"

Felicia consoled, "Zhang, come back again next year."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Alright."

Anthony also comforted the Japanese author.

The Japanese author said, "I was already prepared for this."

This event gave Zhang Ye a better understanding of the Nobel Prizes. While he had intended to use one novel to win the Nobel Prize, he realized now that he had thought too simply. In his previous world, a lot of people still missed out on winning the Nobel Prize even after writing for an entire lifetime, finishing 10 books, 20 books, or even 30 books. This included many of the famous literary giants, so for him to win a Nobel Prize with just one work, that really did seem to be quite impossible.

Hai, I should have competed for some other prize.

The Mathematics Prize?

The Physics Prize?

Perhaps I'd have stood a better chance for those.

However, it was too late. Besides, there wasn't enough time for him to do anything.

Under the attention of countless people, Bangalore picked up the microphone.

Everyone in the audience was looking at him.

The viewers around the world watching the live broadcast were also looking at him.

However, the moment the Indian author opened his mouth, many people were flabbergasted.

Bangalore cleared his throat and said proudly with a laugh, "First of all, I would like to thank the Nobel Prize Committee. After ten years, they've finally made one correct decision."

The people in the audience burst into an uproar!

People all over the world were speechless!

Made just one correct decision in ten years?

So the previous winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature were blindly selected then?

They only got it right when they chose you this time?

Anthony was speechless.

As was Felicia.

And so was the director of the Nobel Foundation.

Everyone around the world rolled their eyes.

They'd long heard of Bangalore being the biggest hooligan in the global literary field, and it was indeed true!

Zhang Ye was bemused. He looked at the stage and listened to him speak.

Then Bangalore raised his medal and continued, "This medal should have been mine ten years ago. As such, I won't be giving any further thanks to anyone. This is because this medal is what the Nobel Foundation owes me. It's what the entire world owes me. I will forgo the interest owed to me in the last ten years."

…

India.

"Hahaha!"

"That arrogance!"

"This should be how it is!"

"Good one, Bangalore!"

"Right, this is what the world owes us!"

…

China.

"This idiot must be crazy!"

"I'm gonna faint. Where did this dumbass come from!"

"He can even win the Nobel Prize like this?"

"He's not afraid that the Nobel Prize Committee will take the prize away from him?!"

…

America.

"What kind of person is this?"

"The Nobel Prize Committee owes him the award?"

"He's too arrogant!"

"Ugh, this guy is so obnoxious!"

…

Korea.

"I wanna beat him up!"

"Me too!"

"This Indian is asking for a beating!"

"Where does he get his confidence!"

…

The entire world was scolding!

There were voices of doubt all across the venue!

After Bangalore's acceptance speech, there was not a single clap for him. Most foreigners were very graceful, especially on an occasion like the Nobel Prize. No matter how much they disliked someone, they would still applaud them if they won. This was the minimum respect and decorum they could show. But Bangalore's speech was so outrageous that no one wanted to applaud him.

Everyone present was muttering something.

"This is so exasperating."

"The world owes you the prize?"

"Hmph!"

The situation was very awkward!

There was no applause!

There was no movement!

But Bangalore was indifferent to it all. He swaggered off the stage with the medal in hand.

The reporters from the international media outlets were all looking at him with their mouths agape. The cameras in their hands were not flashing either. The live broadcast camera kept its focus on him with a close-up the entire time.

The Nobel Prize Committee members in the audience looked like they were already regretting their decision.

Some people facepalmed.

Some looked furious.

Walking back towards his seat, Bangalore even gave Zhang Ye a smile. No one knew if it was intentional, but he also raised the medal slightly at him as if making a statement.

Little Wang glared at him.

Ha Qiqi curled her lips.

Only Zhang Ye was smiling.

The foundation's director went up on stage again.

Bangalore walked past Zhang Ye as he returned to his seat.

But right at this moment, just as the live broadcast camera was about to cut back to the main stage, an unbelievable scene that no one in the world could have expected happened!

Anthony saw a leg!

Something blurred across Felicia's vision!

The Japanese author stared wide-eyed in shock!

The entire world's people also saw a leather shoe on the television screen as it smugly materialized in the picture. The leg appeared right in front of Bangalore's feet!

No one could react to it!

The people at the venue could not!

The people watching TV could not!

Bangalore was even more unprepared for it!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Bangalore shrieked!

The next moment, the Indian author's entire body was thrown off balance. With a loud bang, he slammed into the ground!

The medal broke!

Bangalore took a hard fall!

Psst. Blood was spurting from a cut above his eyebrow!

At this moment!

It was as though time had stopped!

It was as though the entire world had frozen!