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

Hangzhou University has goddesses, and naturally there are male gods.

Compared to goddesses, boys' pursuit of them is not as strong as girls'.

Several male gods in Hang Dali have a first-class ostentation in Hang Dali.

As the 'Prince of Piano', Luo Yifan is a well-known male god in Hang Dali. There are countless fans who pursue him on weekdays, and some girls who are too outrageous even set up a 'Luo Yifan Fan Support Club', which is like It's like a traffic star.

On weekdays at Hangzhou University, if you don't want to be attacked by the girls, you definitely can't provoke Luo Yifan.

But now, Zhou Chen openly challenged Luo Yifan to play the piano in public, it was like dropping a bomb into a calm pond.

Instantly caused an uproar in the audience, among which the biggest reaction was those fans of Luo Yifan.

"Is this Zhou Chen confused by singing? How dare he? Why should he challenge me?"

"Just for the sake of popularity, right? Luo Yifan is going to Sydney to attend the Conservatory of Music this year. You can play a broken guitar and you really think you are the same kind of person as the Piano Prince?"

"If you're not familiar with her, don't rub her head on, first tease that cheap, disgusting man."

Many girls in the audience began to mock Zhou Chen, belittling Zhou Chen in various ways.

In their hearts, Luo Yifan's position had been consolidated for too long, he was like a real prince.

These girls would never allow anyone to touch the male god in their hearts, that would be a kind of blasphemy.

In the tuning area at the edge of the stage, Luo Yifan was chatting and laughing with the hostess in evening gown, when he suddenly heard someone call his name, he frowned slightly in displeasure.

When he saw that the person was Zhou Chen, he felt even more disgusted.

"Something that came out of nowhere, actually wants to compete with me on the piano, sharing the stage with him is an insult to me." Luo Yifan said disdainfully.

People who play art have a hint of arrogance in their hearts, and people who are rich and play art are basically arrogant, and they can't look down on anyone who is not as good as themselves.

In Luo Yifan's eyes, Zhou Chen is such an existence.

Guitar, the most popular musical instrument, can be played by dicks, but the piano is different. The cheapest one costs tens of thousands. If you want to master it, you need to find a professional piano teacher to teach one-on-one.

Learning the piano represents a lot of money and time investment, and ordinary families can't afford their children to learn this.

"Yifan, this is the chief dog licker of Hangzhou University, don't you know?" The hostess sitting next to Luo Yifan with delicate make-up smiled coquettishly, her body could not wait to stick to Luo Yifan's body.

As the second son of Hangzhou Green Industry Real Estate Group, Luo Yifan's status can be said to be the top rich second generation in Hangzhou, and only the sons of those families can hold him back.

Hangzhou Green Industry Real Estate Group has tens of billions of assets. Although Luo Yifan has not entered the company yet to take charge, there is no problem at all if he wants to spend tens or millions every month.

If you can get close to this rich second generation, even dating for a few months is enough to turn a girl from a sparrow into a phoenix.

"Zhou Chen?" Luo Yifan looked puzzled, it could be seen that he had never heard of this person's existence.

"I don't blame you. A talented musician like you is busy and doesn't usually do much activities in school. How can you learn about such unnutritious gossip?" Seeing this, the hostess carefully reported about the Zhou Chen explained everything to Luo Yifan.

"A dog licking dog, a dead dick dares to be so arrogant like me, who gave him the courage." Luo Yifan stared at Zhou Chen and cursed.

A general has a sword, but he doesn't kill ants.

Luo Yifan would never get in touch with the kind of people who he thinks are very low-quality, that would only get his hands dirty.

To him, Zhou Chen is a humble person at the bottom of the society. If not for everyone being a college student in Hangzhou, Zhou Chen probably would not be able to get in touch with him in this life.

This kind of low-level person actually wants to challenge himself to play the piano?
At this moment, Zhou Chen's eyes suddenly turned around, and he met Luo Yifan's eyes.

Zhou Chen's eyes were very mocking, even with a bit of disdain.

"Student Luo Yifan, stop sitting there molesting the host. I'll just ask you if you dare to compete with me. You can choose which song to play."

Zhou Chen spoke with a microphone in his hand, and the voice instantly resounded through the audience and fell into everyone's ears.

The student party loves to watch the excitement, especially college students. Luo Yifan is used to being arrogant in Hangzhou University, and some people have long wanted to see him suffer. Zhou Chen's challenge fits their appetite.

"Promise him! Promise him!"

"Luo Yifan, if you are a man, don't be cowardly, stand up!"

"The piano prince is still afraid of this? Do you want to lose face?"

A group of guys who watched the excitement and were not afraid of big things roared wildly under the stage, and soon their voices directly overwhelmed Luo Yifan's group of female fans.

Let them scold Zhou Chen like a small boat, instantly submerged in the vast sea of ​​people.

Facing Zhou Chen's provocation, Luo Yifan's face couldn't help becoming more gloomy, his fists were clenched tightly, and there were even veins on the surface of the fists.

In this case, if he does not agree, it is tantamount to admitting defeat in front of Zhou Chen.

And he agreed, even if he wins Zhou Chen in the end, he has nothing to be proud of, after all, Luo Yifan is the prince of piano, and it is not easy to compete with college students.

No one would think that Zhou Chen is very good, and Zhou Chen is not bad inside and out.

This feeling of being framed up to be played like a monkey made Luo Yifan extremely sick, as if he had eaten shit.

"Yifan, you should compare yourself to him. With so many people watching, it just happens to be an early performance." The hostess said disapprovingly.

"Since he doesn't want to lose face, don't blame me." Luo Yifan got up, straightened his suit, and strode towards Zhou Chen.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, a white light hit his body and moved along with Luo Yifan.

At this moment, the spotlights were paired with Luo Yifan's white suit, setting him off like a prince charming, shining dazzlingly.

In an instant, it attracted the cheers of countless fans and girls in the audience.

"Ah!! It's Fanfan, he's so handsome."

"Fanfan is simply a god descending from heaven, his appearance is the best template for a prince."

"Stay away from Fanfan, stinky licking dog, you are insulting our eyes if you share the stage with him."

"Lick the dog, back off!"

Under the attention of thousands of people, Luo Yifan walked to a position three steps away from Zhou Chen. Immediately, a female cadre from the organization department of the student union excitedly ran over to offer him a microphone, with a very frenzied expression.

"I accepted this classmate's challenge, but it can't be called a challenge. Everyone is a music lover, so it can only be regarded as a competition. In the world of music, there is no distinction between strong and weak. Every music lover is special, unique existence."

Luo Yifan tilted his head and glanced at Zhou Chen, and said with a calm expression and a smile.