Slap-in-the-Face King Qin Ze Strikes Again

Qin Ze landed gracefully, looked around, his gaze falling on his excited companions, the dazed Zhang Mingyu and others, and the silent crowd of onlookers.

He walked to the edge of the court, picked up the ball that had rolled to the feet of a girl in the crowd, nodded to the girl whose expression was a mix of hate and annoyance, took a deep breath, and shouted, "We won!"

Old Wang's face was flushed red as he roared with all his might, "We won!"

Liu Ziqiang yelled, "We won!"

Zhao Baliao kept roaring, "Aaaaaah!" as if he wouldn't be satisfied until his voice was hoarse, even though he had been a mere bystander throughout, serving no real purpose.

Outside the court, Li Liang and several students from Dorm 304 were excitedly shouting and howling like ghosts and wolves.

"Don't leave after school today, my treat for a massage!" Li Liang cheered, waving his arms, jumping and shouting, no longer feeling the pain from the swelling on the back of his head. Regardless of whether Zhang Mingyu had been planning this for a long time, he was the spark that ignited today's events. Qin Ze and the others were standing up for him, so even though he didn't play, his heart had been in his throat the whole time, filled with anxiety.

A feeling of elation!

Applause and cheers erupted, the cheers like a volcanic eruption were late in coming, but they grew louder and louder, lasting for a long time.

The students of Finance University were excited. This basketball game was truly wonderful, full of twists and turns, reversals upon reversals, challenging everyone's psychological limits, making their emotions rise and fall with the score, like a roller coaster.

At the same time, they remembered the name Qin Ze, the elusive Steal, the powerful Block, the accurate three-pointers, and finally, a fierce Slam Dunk.

Who would have thought that Finance University had such an interesting student? He was really low-key.

In stark contrast to the cheering and applause, Zhang Mingyu and the others felt as if they had lost their parents, their faces gloomy.

They lost!

They capsized in the gutter, losing to a bunch of amateurs who couldn't play ball.

Losing the game was nothing, not embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the bet.

They should have never made that bet.

One by one, they regretted it in their hearts, wishing they could travel back in time and slap Zhang Mingyu in the face, making him swallow the bet he blurted out.

After receiving the notification that the Mission was completed, Qin Ze whispered in his heart, "System, thank you!"

"You're welcome, you earned this with Points."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Qin Ze raised his head, his face a mix of joy and sorrow, looking at the pale white sky, "Thank you for giving me a chance, a chance for a nobody to make a comeback."

"I never thought I could one day ignite the whole audience!"

Zhang Mingyu walked up to Qin Ze with a dark face and said in a low voice, "We're all classmates, leave some room for maneuver. We were wrong about what happened before, we apologize. Let's forget about the bet and be friends."

Qin Ze didn't react.

Li Liang strode over, "What's the point of having police if an apology is enough?"

Zhao Baliao snorted, "That's right, my brother has a bump on his head, and you think a simple apology is enough?"

The Crew Cut Youth said angrily, "Don't go too far, didn't you smash my face too? We dared to shout 'Grandpa', would you dare to answer? Think about the consequences of offending Mingyu."

Zhang Mingyu waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking, and said lightly, "Of course, it's not just an apology, is ten thousand enough?"

Li Liang spat, "I don't lack money, how about I give each of you ten thousand, and you shout 'Grandpa' ten times!"

Li Liang was also a small-time rich second generation, his family gave him 30,000 in pocket money every month. Besides liking to go to bars and hook up with girls from bad families, he didn't have any other hobbies, so he had accumulated a small fortune and often treated Qin Ze and the others to lavish meals.

Zhang Mingyu narrowed his eyes, "Twenty thousand."

"Get lost!"

"Thirty thousand!" He ignored the gesticulating Li Liang, and instead stared at Qin Ze, "I'll give you another twenty thousand privately, and we'll call it even. The bet, we'll pretend it never happened."

Although the School Hunk's face didn't look good, he was still calm. With an excellent family background to support him, he didn't panic when things happened, and always had a calm demeanor. From childhood to adulthood, relying on large amounts of pocket money to pave the way, he had countless underlings who moved at the scent of money, pointing wherever he wanted. He had basically never suffered setbacks.

In this world, there is nothing that money can't solve. If there is, it's because you haven't given enough.

A total of fifty thousand yuan was enough for some struggling migrant workers in first-tier cities to save for a whole year.

Li Liang didn't speak, his face gloomy, his fists clenched. He didn't care about tens of thousands of yuan, but how could his roommates, with their ordinary family backgrounds, not care?

"Forty thousand!" Zhang Mingyu slowly increased his stakes, intending to use money to crush the fragile psychological defenses of these commoners.

Zhao Baliao, Liu Ziqiang, Old Wang, and Virgin exchanged glances with each other, all silent. It was false to say they weren't tempted.

Zhang Mingyu sneered, "Fifty..."

"Shut up!" Qin Ze suddenly roared, "Call me Grandpa, now, Now!"

Actually, I wanted to say, please transfer via Alipay!

He didn't want to continue giving Zhang Mingyu a chance. To be honest, he was tempted.

Li Liang's face flushed instantly, and he looked at Qin Ze excitedly, then roared, "Call him Grandpa!"

"Call him Grandpa!" In the crowd, someone shouted, fearing that the world wouldn't be in chaos.

In an instant, it was as if a powder keg had been ignited, "Call him Grandpa, call him Grandpa..."

The sound of "Call him Grandpa" was endless!

What did tens of thousands of yuan have to do with them? They just loved to watch the excitement. They had originally wanted to boo Qin Ze and the others.

With each threatening voice, the pressure was like a mountain.

Zhang Mingyu's handsome face finally turned liver-colored. He took a deep look at Qin Ze, turned around, and left.

The Basketball Team also left resentfully.

Zi Wei, don't go, let's discuss it further!

Qin Ze couldn't wait to reveal two big nostrils and reach out to keep her. He sighed in his heart. Zhang Mingyu's breach of promise was expected. This wasn't the ancient times where "a gentleman's word is as good as a team of horses." Everyone was a modern person with liberated ideas. Don't overestimate the integrity and morals of modern people. There was no need to hesitate to act shamelessly.

But did Zhang Mingyu really suffer no loss at all? No, if he had kept his promise, he would have become a laughingstock, but some people would have praised him: He's trustworthy, a real man.

Half praise, half criticism.

But he went back on his word. He was still a laughingstock, a joke, and no one would praise him. He was a pure joke.

For Zhang Mingyu, he lost. He didn't care about tens of thousands of yuan.

For Qin Ze and the others, they also lost. They cared a lot about tens of thousands of yuan.

"Qin Ze, from now on, I'm your man." Li Liang screamed strangely and pounced on him.

Qin Ze dodged sideways, and kicked him in the butt, then shouted at Liu Ziqiang, "Second Battalion Commander, where's your Italian cannon? Blast him to death for me."

Li Liang didn't care about the money; he cared about the breath of air in his heart. Now that breath was out, and it was coming out smoothly. Qin Ze's choice, while losing a large sum of windfall, solidified their friendship.

Faced with money and friendship, Qin Ze chose the latter.

If he had chosen money, Li Liang wouldn't have broken off relations with him, but he would definitely have a thorn in his heart, maybe a knot or crack that would last for several years.

Some things really can't be bought with money, at least not with tens of thousands of yuan. For example, the pure friendship between him and his roommates.

If it were a friend with whom he had an ordinary relationship, Qin Ze would have knelt down for a few thousand yuan, let alone tens of thousands.

"I'm treating tonight, everyone have a meal," Li Liang announced with a smile, rubbing his butt.

Liu Ziqiang and the others were a little disappointed, but more than that, they were happy.

Forget it, don't think about it, it's just a windfall anyway.

Campus Forum:

"Poster, where's the video? We want to see the video!"

"Hurry, hurry, post the video, my big blade is already itching!"

"Waiting for Qin Ze and the others to call grandpa, haha, city people really know how to play. We country folks are just watching the fun."

"Qin Ze might not necessarily lose."

"Don't be silly, he's definitely going to lose, otherwise I'll livestream cutting off my JJ."

The comments didn't stop, averaging three or four replies per minute.

At this time, the poster popped up: "Um, this... poster, be careful what you say, the competition is over, I'm here to announce the result: Qin Ze won!"

After about five minutes, the post boiled over:

"Nani?"

"Impossible."

"Poster, don't be naughty."

"Little poster, white and white, grab both ears and lift them up, cut the jugular vein then the artery, motionless and so cute... Poster, youyounger sister, I didn't read much, but you can't fool me."

The poster sent a "dumbfounded" expression: "It's true, the competition is over, Qin Ze won, and Zhang Mingyu ran away shamelessly, don't you believe it, I've been blabbing with you guys all along, I didn't record the video, but others did, maybe someone will upload the video later, you guys wait."

Half an hour later, someone posted on the campus forum: Qin Ze Slaps Zhang Mingyu in the Face Again, Zhang Mingyu Covers His Face and Flees After Being "Fertilized," Acting Shamelessly!

The post was a twenty-three-minute video.

The moderator stickied and highlighted it!

Within ten minutes, the number of clicks exceeded ten thousand, replies: 999+

While the campus forum was in an uproar, Qin Ze, one of the parties involved, changed into clean clothes in the dormitory and hurriedly ran into the "office," he was ten minutes late.

Professor Li said displeased, "Where did you go?"

"Sorry, I played a basketball game with my classmates, I'm late," Qin Ze apologized.

Professor Li's face was unhappy, but he didn't say much, and let Qin Ze return to his seat. Yang Chen, who had originally expected him to be angry, was very disappointed.

At five in the afternoon, before dismissing everyone, Professor Li clapped his hands, signaling for everyone to listen to him.

"Before getting off work, I have an announcement to make..." After a pause, Professor Li looked at Qin Ze: "Qin Ze, from now on, your group will be your responsibility, with Yang Chen assisting. Any problems?"

Qin Ze was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Chen beside him became anxious and stood up. "Professor Li, Qin Ze is new here and isn't familiar with our work yet. How can you let him be in charge?"

"I think he's doing very well." Professor Li added in his mind: What his dad does, how could he not be good?

Yang Chen said loudly, "Yesterday's assignment, apart from the fact that the information to be searched was too much and too troublesome, was actually not difficult. It's not surprising that he could do it well. Letting him be responsible for my group's risk assessment right away, with his level and breadth of knowledge, I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it. If it delays the progress of our project, that would be a real problem."

Qin Ze immediately stood up and said loudly, "Professor Li, don't worry, I will work hard."

Professor Li ignored Yang Chen and nodded: "Then let me explain today's mission. In addition to the risk assessment model that your group has been building, there is also the final work on the portfolio analysis model in the fund's rate of return, which is the investor's preferences. Try to summarize a clear and data-driven image, go back and check more information, and also ask relevant people."

When he said the four words "relevant people," he emphasized each word.

Qin Ze said, "Understood."

After speaking, he glanced at Yang Chen, whose eyes wished he could swallow him alive.

Qin Ze could understand the little punk's rage. A newcomer who had just arrived for two days had actually squeezed him out and become the team leader. This was directly related to the final bonus distribution, a real benefit.

Qin Ze subtly threw a demonstrative look at him.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of whom?

I have a System, I am proud.