CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 0109: SLAP THE LEFT CHEEK, SLAP THE RIGHT CHEEK_1

Upon his victory, Zhang Bin didn’t forget to strike at Bo Chengye and his companions. He poked a finger in his ear and said nonchalantly, "Who was that bragging just now? Claiming to be some incredible academic prodigy? Going on about being so talented and full of flair, but in reality, you’re nothing special. You couldn’t even beat a humble farmer like me. That’s just shameless boasting."

He then turned his gaze to Liu Ruomei’s face and said with a sneer, "Sister Mei, I told you long ago that this guy is both ugly and short, but you wouldn’t believe me. Do you see it now?"

Bo Chengye and his companions were so furious they almost spat blood, having been thoroughly humiliated by a farmer.

Liu Ruomei didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she nodded obediently, clearly agreeing with Zhang Bin. After all, if Zhang Bin could even surpass Bo Chengye in English, what kind of talent did Bo Chengye really have? Compared to Zhang Bin, what accomplishments could such a man possibly claim?

"Do you still remember the bet you made with me?" Zhang Bin demanded aggressively. He needed to force Liu Ruomei to commit to cutting off all contact with Bo Chengye, ensuring there would be no more trouble.

"I... I remember," Liu Ruomei stammered. "I have to stop paying attention to him and listen to you."

Bo Chengye’s face turned deathly pale with rage. Is Zhang Bin really so cruel as to rob me of any chance to pursue Liu Ruomei?

He said furiously, "Zhang Bin, you’ve gone too far! If you’re so capable, why don’t we compete in German and Japanese?"

"You know German and Japanese?" Zhang Bin asked, taken aback.

"My brother here is a language genius, fluent in English, German, and Japanese," one of Bo Chengye’s companions challenged fiercely. "Just because you, Zhang Bin, are slightly better than my brother in English, you dare to call him ugly and short? Do you have the guts to compete with him in German and Japanese?"

"Xiao Bin, let’s go," Liu Ruolan said, grabbing Zhang Bin’s hand and starting to pull him outside. With her other hand, she pulled Liu Ruomei along. Clearly, she wanted Zhang Bin to quit while he was ahead. She also disliked Bo Chengye and his friends, so she wanted to take her sister away as well.

"Competing with so-called geniuses like you is beneath me," Zhang Bin retorted arrogantly as he walked, looking back over his shoulder. "There’s no honor in such a victory."

These words were like pouring fuel on a fire, driving Bo Chengye and the others mad. They rushed out after him, and Bo Chengye grabbed Zhang Bin’s shirt. "Stop right there! You’re not going anywhere. You insulted us, and you must apologize."

Now Zhang Bin was stuck. He didn’t dare use force, as he didn’t want the clothes Liu Ruolan had bought for him to be ripped.

Naturally, Liu Ruolan couldn’t pull him away either. She rolled her eyes at him, as if to say, This is all your fault for being so arrogant. Let’s see how you get out of this.

"You’re just gluttons for punishment, aren’t you?" Zhang Bin said, turning around. "Fine. I’ll show you what a true language genius is."

He had learned German, Japanese, and English all at the same time, so why would he be afraid of a competition?

"You mean you’ll compete with me in German and Japanese?" Bo Chengye asked excitedly. "If you lose, you can’t stop me from pursuing Liu Ruomei. How about it?"

"And if I win, you have to admit that you’re ugly and short and never appear in front of Liu Ruomei again. How about that?" Zhang Bin countered.

"All right, it’s a bet!" Bo Chengye agreed without a moment’s hesitation. He couldn’t imagine losing. How could a mere peasant possibly know German and Japanese?

Liu Ruolan and Liu Ruomei exchanged glances, utterly baffled. What is Zhang Bin doing? Is he really foolish enough to challenge Bo Chengye, a linguistic prodigy, in German and Japanese?

"I think just translating and reciting that passage from earlier will suffice," Zhang Bin said nonchalantly. "We don’t need a judge; we’ll know in our hearts who won. How about it?"

"Fine," Bo Chengye nodded, his face alight with surprise and excitement.

"Then I’ll go first," Zhang Bin said calmly. He began reciting the article in German, his fluency so perfect it sounded even more standard than a native speaker’s. As soon as he finished, he seamlessly switched to Japanese, reciting with the same flawless, effortless ease, as if it were his mother tongue.

When he was done, he looked at Bo Chengye and said coolly, "Your turn."

"There’s nothing left for me to say," Bo Chengye stammered, his face instantly turning ashen. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on his forehead. "How could I possibly speak that fluently or perfectly? I... I lost."

How is that possible? Bo Chengye admitted defeat himself? What kind of monster is this farmer? Bo Chengye’s companions stood frozen to the spot, their faces burning with humiliation. They had truly brought this upon themselves.

The two foreigners once again gave Zhang Bin a thumbs-up, their faces filled with admiration. They clearly understood enough German and Japanese to recognize the sheer level of his proficiency.

As for Liu Ruolan and Liu Ruomei, they were thoroughly shocked and filled with doubt. How on earth did Zhang Bin also master German and Japanese? How is that possible? Is he really just a farmer? Can a peasant actually master three foreign languages? What other skills is he hiding? What kind of monster is he?

"Since you’ve admitted defeat, you should fulfill your promise," Zhang Bin said coldly. He wasn’t about to show his opponent any pity. He pressed on relentlessly, especially since the man had nearly ripped his clothes just moments ago.

All eyes focused on Bo Chengye.

His face flashed red and white, as if he’d been repeatedly slapped. He wished a hole would open in the ground and swallow him whole.

However, the man refused to honor his promise. Instead, he said angrily, "Zhang Bin, don’t push it! So what if a farmer like you has mastered a few foreign languages? What does that count for? Can you achieve anything? Can you compare to me? You’re the one who’s ugly and short, not me!"

"Enough, Bo Chengye! You’re not a man at all. You don’t even have the courage to admit when someone is better than you!" Liu Ruomei suddenly erupted, her voice dripping with scorn. "You want to compare achievements with my brother-in-law? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! Can you invent Bright Eye Liquid? Can you develop Rufei Slimming Medicine? Do you possess miraculous medical skills?"

"My God, so he’s the Zhang Bin who developed Bright Eye Liquid and Rufei Slimming Medicine!" one of Bo Chengye’s companions gasped. "Those are epoch-making products, capable of creating endless wealth. No wonder even the Diao Clan has been after them but can’t shake this farmer in the slightest." Their eyes widened in shock, nearly popping from their sockets.

The two foreigners, who had barely understood the exchange, were also stunned. They rushed over to shake Zhang Bin’s hand warmly. "Divine Doctor Zhang, it is a great pleasure to meet you! Your achievements are something I, and countless others, can only look up to. Your contributions to the world of medicine will surely be recorded in history."

Overwhelmed with shame, Bo Chengye covered his face and fled.

Zhang Bin chased after him, shouting, "Ugly and short, how can you go back on your word?"