At this time, fans were also very angry in the barrage.

"Get lost! Our Ye Shen is not an artist who relies on such dirty tricks."

"I can't agree to that, Ye Shen. You'll be going to Seer Rose University soon. You have a bright future ahead of you. Don't be stupid."

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In the tense atmosphere, Ye Lan, the person involved, looked around and said calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, but... I don't think he can beat me."

This absolute confidence made Mr. Han on the opposite side sneer again.

"Young man, today I will teach you a lesson: there are always people better than you."

After he finished speaking, he rang the bell next to him. Following a crisp sound, footsteps were soon heard from the other side of the screen.

"Mr. Han, are you summoning me?" The elegant, low, and fluent foreign accent, like that of a violin, made him look like a gentleman from ancient times. The man who appeared in the camera had a very young and handsome face. He was wearing a court tuxedo, with white silk flowers on the collar of his shirt stacked up to his chin, and his golden hair looked even more dazzling.

When Mr. Han saw him, he stood up and said politely: "Levi, there is a little girl from the East who wants to compete with you. I believe you will like the punishment."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Levi raised his eyebrows and looked at the phone screen. After seeing Ye Lan's face clearly, he nodded with satisfaction, "Okay."

The look in his eyes was like he was looking at a commodity.

Everyone who was just immersed in the atmosphere of the handsome guy suddenly had their filters shattered.

Ye Lan looked back with interest, his clear eyes unwavering, and said in a clear voice, "Then if you lose, just shout three times in the live broadcast room, my Western metaphysics is inferior to the Eastern one."