PDLP Chapter 61: The academic genius is mocked for being brain-dead?
Chapter 61: The academic genius is mocked for being brain-dead?
The luxuriously decorated No. 7 private room at the Genting Grand Hotel is adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers.
Waiters filed in, placing one exquisitely plated signature dish after another onto the round table.
The delicacies from land and sea are so plentiful that they dazzle the eyes.
Sun Haoyu, holding a wine glass, moved closer to Liu Wei.
He glanced at Lu Jingchen, who was calmly eating in the corner, with a playful look in his eyes, and whispered a few words to Liu Wei.
After saying that, the two looked at each other and both revealed a wicked smile.
Sun Haoyu swirled the wine glass in his hand and swayed as he walked unsteadily toward Lu Jingchen.
She looked down at him with an air of superiority, her tone full of sarcasm.
"By the way, I heard from Junior Su that this junior was also admitted to Jiangzhou University?"
"I wonder how many points you got on the college entrance exam? Tell us!"
The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.
All eyes turned to Lu Jingchen.
Su Muyue sat to the side, her face instantly showing a worried expression, fearing that Lu Jingchen would be made things difficult by them.
Lu Jingchen, however, remained calm, not even raising his head, and picked up a bite of food.
She casually uttered a few words: "Not much, seven hundred and eight points."
In the close-up shot, Sun Haoyu's hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled.
A significant amount of liquor spilled from the glass, splashing onto his expensive suit trousers.
The playful smile on his face froze instantly, and he stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.
The private room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
708 points? What an incredible score! Even the top scorer in the entire province wouldn't get that many points!
Sun Haoyu was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, his voice trembling.
"Seven... seven hundred and eight? Are you kidding me?!"
He immediately came to his senses, let out an exaggerated sneer, and looked completely incredulous.
"Even the top scorer in the province in previous years only got this many points!"
"You really have such high scores, why didn't you go to Tsinghua or Peking University, but instead came to Jiangzhou University?"
He pointed at Lu Jingchen, his tone full of mockery and disdain.
"Are you out of your mind? Or are you just a bookworm who only knows how to study?"
Upon hearing this, Su Muyue's face instantly darkened.
Before she could even speak, Tang Xiaoxiao slammed her chopsticks down on the table.
A sharp cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent private room.
Tang Xiaoxiao glared at Liu Wei, her temper flaring up.
"Liu Wei, does your cousin know how to talk? If he can't, he should just shut up!"
She pointed to the door of the private room, her tone full of anger.
"If he keeps making those sarcastic remarks, you and your cousin can go outside and eat by yourselves! Don't spoil everyone's fun!"
Liu Wei was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He rushed over and grabbed Sun Haoyu, who was about to utter some more threats.
He turned around again and kept bowing and scraping to Tang Xiaoxiao and Su Muyue with a fawning smile.
"Xiaoxiao, don't be angry, don't be angry! My cousin's drunk, he just talks nonsense!"
"We're all high school classmates, please give me some face! I apologize on his behalf!"
Tang Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, turned her head away, and didn't bother to look at them again.
Sun Haoyu was held back tightly by Liu Wei. Although he was resentful, he dared not utter any more harsh words.
She could only sit back down in her seat, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness as she looked at Lu Jingchen.
At the end of the corridor, separated from Box Seven by a wall, lies Box One, which is even more spacious and luxurious than Box Seven.
The private room was filled with bigwigs, all prominent figures in Jiangcheng's business world, who were clinking glasses and chatting amiably.
Lei Hu, seated at the head of the table, was exchanging pleasantries with everyone while holding a wine glass.
Crazy Biao pushed open the door in a hurry, walked quickly to Lei Hu's side, bent down and whispered in his ear.
Crazy Biao lowered his voice, his tone urgent: "Brother Tiger! I think I saw Mr. Lu in the hallway just now!"
Lei Hu's wine glass suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted instantly, and his expression changed drastically.
"Are you sure? You didn't see it wrong?"
Crazy Biao nodded vigorously, his tone absolutely certain: "No mistake! It's definitely Mr. Lu! He's in VIP room number seven!"
Lei Hu immediately stood up, his dignified and composed demeanor vanishing instantly.
Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of urgency and respect.
He quickly bowed and apologized to the table full of business tycoons.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so sorry, I suddenly have some urgent business to attend to. Please excuse me!"
"Enjoy your food and drinks, it's all on me! I'll be right back!"
Lei Hu ignored everyone's astonished reaction and strode out of the private room.
Crazy Biao followed closely behind, his face full of murderous intent, as if afraid that someone would offend Mr. Lu.
The atmosphere in the No. 7 private room had barely eased for two minutes.
The door to the private room was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man in a custom-made suit walked in with a ruddy complexion.
Sun Haoyu's eyes lit up the moment he saw the person who had arrived.
He quickly straightened his suit, stood up with a smug look on his face, and strode over to meet her.
Like a lapdog, he shouted loudly, "Uncle!"
The other students in the private room looked on with envy at the sight.
They all sat up straight, their faces plastered with ingratiating smiles.
The middle-aged man patted Sun Haoyu on the shoulder with a smile, his tone full of affection.
"It's alright, you guys sit down. Your uncle just knew you brought your classmates over for dinner, so he came to check on you."
He waved his hand and spoke with such great pride and magnanimity.
"I've already instructed the kitchen to prepare a few more of the hotel's signature dishes for you; they'll be served shortly!"
"When you pay the bill later, just mention my name and I'll give you a 10% discount!"
Sun Haoyu straightened his back instantly, his face filled with pride and smugness.
He even gave Lu Jingchen a deliberately provocative sidelong glance.
That look in his eyes seemed to say: See? This is my network. Can you, a poor student, compare?
Sun Haoyu responded loudly, "Thank you, Uncle! You're the one who loves me the most!"
Zhou Zekai immediately gave a thumbs up and fawned over Sun Haoyu.
"Haoyu is awesome! Chen is amazing too! He has such influence even in a top-tier restaurant like Yunding!"
"Unlike some people who only know how to study, getting high scores but having no connections or background, they remain bookworms even after entering university!"
These words, whether openly or subtly, were a veiled insult to Lu Jingchen.
Listening to the flattery and compliments from everyone, Sun Haoyu's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Its head was held even higher, like a rooster that had won a fight.
The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand: "Alright, you young people have fun, I won't bother you any longer."
After saying that, he turned around and left the No. 7 private room, gently closing the door behind him.
The middle-aged man had just turned around, his smug smile still lingering on his face.
They ran right into a group of menacing people who were walking quickly towards them.
Leading the group was Lei Hu, whose face was full of urgency, and behind him was Feng Biao, whose face was full of murderous intent.
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted instantly when he saw who it was; he was so frightened he almost lost his soul.
He screamed inwardly: Zheng... Zheng the richest man? And Crazy Biao?! What are these two doing here?!
He was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he quickly stood up against the wall, not daring to even lift his head.
They didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of attracting Lei Hu's attention.
But Lei Hu didn't even glance at him.
His eyes were fixed on the door of VIP room number seven, and he didn't stop walking at all.
Accompanied by a group of bodyguards, he strode straight toward VIP room number seven.
The middle-aged man froze on the spot as he watched Lei Hu head straight for VIP room number seven.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of my shirt, and my calves were trembling.
He couldn't understand why the person who could make Lei Hu, the underground emperor of Jiangcheng, so eager to personally visit him would be at his nephew's classmate reunion.
He suddenly remembered the young man in the private room who had been mocked by his nephew, and his heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding instantly washing over him.