I’m Really a Superstar

London.

Dinner scene.

Zhang Ye's entry still attracted some attention. There are not many Asian faces nominated for the Nobel Prize, there are only a few. I can also know who he is, so some people present also cast curious eyes on him. Piao Piao and its author have really been heard all over the world in the past month.

"Is he that Chinese writer?"

"So young?"

"It's also the first time I've seen him."

"How come he knows all the Nobel Prize candidates in the field of mathematics and physics?"

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"He was a famous mathematician in his own right."

"what?"

"And this?"

"Not some famous mathematician?"

"No, he is very famous. I checked his information. He was awarded the World Mathematics Prize back then, but for some reason, he didn't go to accept the prize at all."

"Give up the prize? Oh my God!"

"In the field of physical mechanical engineering, he is also an expert."

"seriously?"

"I also read the news. I don't know him very well. Oh, he has another identity. You must have heard of it. He used to be the hacker with the highest reward in the world!"

"what?"

"It's him?"

"Is he that 2? The world's number one hacker?"

"Why does this person have so many identities?"

"Is one person involved in so many industries?"

"Therefore, some international media once commented that he is the smartest person in the world for hundreds of years, but people have rarely heard of his name and news before. There are political factors. Many countries in the world regard China News reports are very limited, and everyone knows this, but this time one of his novels caused a great sensation, which finally made him enter the international scene, and the international mainstream media can’t do it if they don’t want to report it.”

"I see."

"Yeah, there was no news about him before my country was drifting away."

There was a lot of discussion.

Someone even reached out and pointed in Zhang Ye's direction.

Anthony heard voices around him.

The way Felicia looked at Zhang Ye also changed, "So you are so powerful?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "No, it's all a false name."

Anthony said: "This is not a false name!"

"I don't have a very good reputation." Zhang Ye smiled.

Felicia didn't believe it, "As a writer and a scientist, how can you have a bad reputation? Can you compare to Bangalore in India?"

Zhang Ye blinked, "Why does he have a bad reputation?"

Anthony shook his head again and again, "He has a problem with his life style, he can't walk when he sees a woman, and Felicia has been entangled by him, and it's not bad, he has a bad temper, and he said the same thing to his own assistant. If you scold him, you can scold him, and in India, he has a bad reputation, has had conflicts with many people, and is prone to gambling."

Zhang Ye said, "That's it?"

Felicia was speechless: "Then what else?"

Anthony looked at him, "Can you have a worse reputation than him?"

Zhang Ye hesitated for a while, but decided not to speak.

This is also called bad reputation?

This is also called temper?

I thought what was going on!

Forget it, let's not talk about my shamelessness!

While chatting, a loud discussion suddenly sounded at the scene.

"why did he come here?"

"Bangalore?"

"This guy is really thick-skinned!"

"Last year, he made a fuss at the dinner party. Will he come this year?"

"Let's go, stay away from him."

Many people shook their heads and walked away.

When Zhang Ye turned around, he also saw that person.

Indian?

Bangalore?

It was a very dark-skinned person, not very good-looking, but not ugly either. Behind him were two assistants, who followed him step by step.

Anthony's face changed slightly,

"Don't he know he's not welcome?"

Felicia also looked contemptuous, "You actually came to the dinner wearing slippers?"

Bangalore is obviously a frequent visitor to the Nobel Prize. He has been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature for many years in a row. He knows most of the people in it and even greets them.

"Horn, long time no see!"

"Felicia, are you here too?"

Felicia ignored him at all.

Bangalore smiled and didn't care, said hello, took his assistant to the dining area, took a sip of red wine, frowned, got another steak and tasted it, and then started babbling He said something that was too unpalatable, and he broke out in a few words.

Anthony pouted, "I see, Zhang."

Felicia said: "This is the Nobel Prize. The purpose of the Nobel Prize has never been to look at the character, but only at the works. Otherwise, it would be impossible for someone like him to be nominated."

Zhang Ye smiled, "Let's eat ours."

Anthony said: "Yes, don't let this kind of person affect your mood."

eat.

drink.

chat.

Half an hour passed.

Suddenly, Bangalore over there had finally had enough trouble, turned his head and walked out with a look of displeasure, and when he passed nearby, he suddenly glanced at Zhang Ye.

Bangalore asked: "Gone With the Wind's author?"

Anthony was a little nervous.

Felicia also stood in front of Zhang Ye, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "It's me, what's the matter?"

Bangalore looked at him for a long time, "You, you can't win the Nobel Prize."

Zhang Ye said happily, "Really?"

Bangalore said: "If you don't believe me, we'll see tomorrow."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Okay."

Bangalore chuckled and walked away.

Anthony said angrily: "Isn't this a provocation!"

Felicia said, "Don't pay attention to him."

Many Nobel Prize candidates gathered around, thinking that Zhang Ye would be angered.

However, none of them knew that Zhang Ye didn't take it seriously at all, and didn't take it seriously at all.

...

the other side.

China.

on weibo.

"Tomorrow is the Nobel Prize presentation."

"look forward to."

"It depends on whether the face-slapping Zhang has the ability to take it down."

"Is this a live broadcast?"

"Of course, the awards will be broadcast live worldwide."

"I can't wait."

"I heard that Bangalore, who can compete with Zhang Ye, has a bad temper."

"Pfft, are you kidding me upstairs? In front of Zhang Ye, who in the world would dare to say that he has a bad temper? If you are paralyzed, then I will be the first to refuse!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Khan, yes, I take that back."

"A lot of media in the world say that Indians have a bad temper. Haven't you read the Internet? The Chinese people just laughed and said nothing. Those people really have never seen Zhang Ye being a hooligan!"

"It's incomparable. People like Bangalore use their mouths and swear at most, but what about Zhang Ye? He is a real daring master! Compared to qualifications and the number of works, Bangalore may be much higher than Zhang Ye." , compared to temper? Compared to hands-on ability? Even ten Bangalore players can't beat Zhang Ye!"