The system gave me ten trillion yuan to force me to become a male god

The school celebration party of Hangzhou University has always been in the open air since the first session.

Centered on the built stage, radiating in all directions, the student union is filled with plastic chairs, and those who have purchased tickets can enjoy the privilege of sitting and watching the party.

The students who didn't get the tickets had to stand on the playground and watch.

But for most of the students, it is useless to sit for a ticket. After all, who came to the party to play, who is serious about watching the party?
You like to sit there and enjoy the show, why not go back to the dormitory and lie on the bed and watch the young ladies dancing on Douyin TV, that is more exciting.

The school celebration party is to run around and wander around, so that it will be easier to meet girls with eyes.

The playground was overcrowded, men and women in all kinds of fashionable dresses kept walking around, and many of them even sprayed perfume on their bodies, which made the air smell nice.

"I heard that many senior girls from the dance department will perform on stage tonight. When the time comes, go and ask if you have a boyfriend. If not, add WeChat."

"Come on, it's more reliable to look for those school girls who are alone. The school sister is no longer the school girl she used to be, but the school girl is still the pure school girl."

"Tonight, it seems that Luo Yifan, a senior from the music club, will show up to play the piano. He is the famous piano prince of Hangzhou University. After finishing his studies this year, he will go to Sydney to study at a top music academy."

"Really? Then I have to read it. Senior Luo Yifan is not only a prince of piano, he is also handsome and has a good figure. He is simply a model of a perfect man."

Zhou Chen sat in the rest area of ​​the performers backstage, holding the guitar that Xiao Xuening lent him in silence, but actually listening carefully to the chats of the other performers around.

After studying in Hangzhou University for three years, although Zhou Chen’s reputation as a dog licker is well-known throughout Hangzhou University, his social circle is actually not big, except for three roommates and classmates in the class, he only knows this kind of people up.

After owning the [-] trillion spare tire fund, Zhou Chen's social circle has been slightly expanded. Qin Ao, Yan Song, Ye Jiameng, Xiao Xuening, who are very famous in Hangzhou, have gradually developed various relationships with him. connect.

But right now, no one knows Zhou Chen.

"Prince of Piano?" Zhou Chen became slightly interested when he heard the name.

In the music circle, those who can be dubbed piano XX are all extremely powerful figures. The old ones are called piano masters, and the young ones are called piano princes.

With Zhou Chen's ability in musical instruments, he is fully capable of appreciating the level of other people's musical instruments. The two girls next to him were very excited chatting there, which made Zhou Chen want to see the level of the piano prince's ability.

"There are quite a few people performing musical instruments tonight."

"Look at the side, that person is performing guitar on stage."

While chatting, the two girls turned their eyes and attention to Zhou Chen. There are many people who will perform musical instruments on stage tonight, including drums, guitars, zithers, and pianos...

But those people have already come to the stage to adjust their instruments first. No one is like Zhou Chen, who is still sitting in the backstage resting as if nothing has happened.

"Give way, give way, the people in front give way."

At the backstage entrance, surrounded by several people, a young man in a white suit came in from outside.

He has dyed pure white hair, and the earrings on the earlobe are blingbling under the light. Coupled with this guy's handsome appearance, he really looks like a prince charming in his outfit.

Zhou Chen glanced at it casually, then looked away disinterestedly.

I don't know which sand sculpture is so flamboyant, but it's just a school celebration party, and it's so exaggeratedly dressed.

Those who didn't know thought he was going to debut as an idol trainee tonight.

"Ah!! It's Luo Yifan's senior, why did he come backstage?"

"Senior Luo Yifan himself is really handsome! Much handsomer than in the photo."

"This is Luo Yifan?" Zhou Chen raised his head again when he heard the shouts from the people next to him, and his evaluation of Luo Yifan dropped a lot in his heart.

True music masters are always elegant. Although they wear expensive famous brands, their style is definitely low-key and calm. Wearing such a showy bag like Luo Yifan is eye-catching, they don't have the temperament of a piano prince.

From Zhou Chen's point of view, he should be called a piano duck.

Luo Yifan was obviously used to this feeling of being praised and admired by others, he walked with complete arrogance, and didn't care whether there was anyone blocking his way.

Anyway, when he approached, those who stood in front of him would quickly run away, just like a prince.

Zhou Chen was sitting in his seat. Although he was holding the guitar, it was inevitable that a part would extend out, blocking a small part of the road.

As soon as Luo Yifan passed by Zhou Chen, he kicked the guitar away, and continued walking forward without apologizing.

The few people who seemed to be bodyguards behind him followed closely behind, and they didn't mean to apologize at all. Instead, one of them reminded with an unhappy expression: "Put your guitar away, don't stop it." Blocking people on the road, if you trip someone up and hurt them, you can't bear the responsibility."

Originally, if the other party apologized a little, Zhou Chen would calm down, and he is not a violent person.

But the attitudes of these guys are really too arrogant, Luo Yifan bumped into the guitar that Xiao Xuening lent to Zhou Chen, if something went wrong, no matter how rich Zhou Chen was, it would be impossible for Zhou Chen to get the exact same guitar for a while. give her.

Zhou Chen would never do such a thing as making the goddess sad.

"Stop." Putting the guitar on the chair next to him, Zhou Chen slowly got up and shouted.

The sound was very loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the rest area of ​​the backstage, and everyone looked around.

Luo Yifan frowned slightly, turned around to look at Zhou Chen, and asked in a flat tone: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Kicked my guitar and wanted to leave without even saying an apology. You think this school is run by your family. Apologize to me, or you won't be able to go on stage tonight." Zhou Chen kicked the front of him away. A chair, said coldly.

This battle of fighting can be said to have ignited the atmosphere of the entire backstage in an instant.

"Is this going to start a fight?"

"It's Luo Yifan, this kid is going to be punished for being so arrogant in Hang Dali for so many years because of his good piano playing, who is going to beat him?"

"do not know."

"Damn it! Isn't that Martial Saint Zhou Chen? Why is he here? The entire sports club is no match for him. If Luo Yifan really fights with this guy, I guarantee that his face will be swollen like a pig's head."