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Chapter 399 - 400: If Not Now, When?_1

Chapter 399: Chapter 400: If Not Now, When?_1

After taking a few photos with Gu Maoxue, Luo Tianyi left him her phone number, saying she would mail him the photos once they were developed.

Gu Maoxue was naturally overjoyed and thanked Luo Tianyi several times before he turned to signal Li Changlin and then returned to his seat with his trophy.

As for Luo Tianyi, she didn’t even glance at Li Changlin and went straight back to Duan Jiahao’s side.

Afterward, Duan Jiahao presented the award to Li Changlin.

He walked up to Li Changlin with the trophy and the red certificate, muttered a few perfunctory words, and then handed over the trophy and certificate to Li Changlin.

Li Changlin was not someone to be trifled with either; anyone could utter pleasantries. He first thanked the Southern Yue Province Literary Federation, the Flower City Literary Federation, a certain TV station, and Tingxuan Pavilion for awarding him, but deliberately didn’t mention Duan Jiahao’s name—not even once. That was quite malicious indeed.

But Li Changlin spoke with such confidence and composure that even though Duan Jiahao felt irritated, he couldn’t very well lose his temper.

He coldly glared at Li Changlin and then, lowering his voice, said ominously, "Li, I know you’re going to attend the Huacheng Xuanyuan Voice auditions. If you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t even think about passing the evaluation!"

"Oh, so, President Duan, you seem to have quite a few resources at your disposal!" Li Changlin completely disregarded Duan Jiahao’s threatening tone.

After all, he had already secured his spot directly in Shanghai City; as for some minor Huacheng Xuanyuan Voice auditions, he could go to hell for all he cared!

If Duan Jiahao knew what Li Changlin was thinking at that moment, it probably would’ve made him so angry that he’d vomit blood.

This guy was really outrageous; listening to Li Changlin’s words, Duan Jiahao believed Li Changlin had come to his senses and so he said indifferently, "As for resources, I do have some. Even sending you directly to the finals in Shanghai City wouldn’t be a problem. However, if you refuse to read between the lines, then I’m afraid my resources might have to go to someone else!"

"Read between the lines?" Li Changlin laughed and said, "Oh, President Duan, sorry to say this, but I really can’t understand a word you’re saying!"

"Fuck, you’re playing with me, aren’t you!" As soon as he heard this response, Duan Jiahao’s face instantly darkened with anger, "Li Changlin, I advise you to be sensible and let that beauty go. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you regret it!"

"President Duan, why curse at people!" A sharp glint flashed in Li Changlin’s eyes as he suddenly raised his voice and said, "I’m never going to agree to that, I’m a straight man and I don’t want ’broken glass’!"

"What, President Duan is ’broken glass’?"

"No way, what did Duan Jiahao just say to the godly man?"

"Ah, that’s so dirty, so very dirty. So, Duan Jiahao is gay!"

"Damn it, this guy actually harbors indecent desires towards my idol!"

The sudden remarks from Li Changlin left everyone both onstage and offstage completely thunderstruck.

Everyone looked at Li Changlin and Duan Jiahao with strange expressions.

Of course, the looks Duan Jiahao received were naturally more than those directed at Li Changlin.

At that moment, Duan Jiahao was so angry he was shaking all over. He pointed at Li Changlin with a ferocious look.

For fuck’s sake, when did I ever discuss such a thing with you!

Jesus fucking Christ, daring to smear me like this.

Duan Jiahao was really beside himself with rage, pointing at Li Changlin but at a loss for words.

His expression, witnessed by the crowd, undoubtedly seemed to confirm what Li Changlin had just said.

Thus, the murmuring among the audience grew even louder. Eventually, even the contestants and the five judges on stage cast odd glances toward Duan Jiahao.

"Thanks for the award, President Duan, but I’m truly not gay. Sorry, but I’ll leave now to write some couplets." Having won the champion title, Li Changlin still had another task to complete – he needed to write a few Spring Festival couplets for the literary federation.

"He didn’t bother to check Duan Jiahao’s expression; he simply turned around and walked to a nearby table. Then he looked up at Elder Gu and the other judges, "Elder Gu, honored judges, are there any requirements for writing this Spring Festival couplet?"

"Few requirements, really, just that it must be original." Seeing that Li Changlin was ready to take action, Elder Gu and the others approached and informed him of the various requirements.

Time adds years without adding life, spring fills the world with abundant blessings.

Spring returns to the earth, a thousand peaks emerge; the warm sun blesses China, all woods thrive.

The rising sun melts and opens the eyes of willows, the spring breeze gently delivers the song of orioles.

Outside the building, spring rain beckons the doves; in the yard, warm sunlight tempts butterflies to dance in the wind.

Swallows flip like jade scissors through the crimson rain; orioles throw golden shuttles, shattering the green haze.

Fresh green is added to the weeping willows, the essence of spring flows with the scent of fallen flowers.

At the front steps, the spring hue is deep, almost flowing; outside, the scene is verdant and seems to trickle.

Rain cleanses the apricot blossoms to a dazzling red, the sun bakes the green willows to their initial float.

Knowing that the couplets were tied to his Popularity Points, Li Changlin wrote eight sets of couplets in one go, signifying a lucky omen of "eight shots, eight hits."

After finishing, Li Changlin put down his brush and, with folded hands, addressed them, "Elder Gu, honored judges, I have other matters to attend to, so I must take my leave for now."

Saying this, he didn’t wait for a reply and turned around.

If not now, when else?

"Let’s go, we’re heading back." He strode quickly to Qian Ziwei, took her delicate hand, and together they rapidly descended from the stage.

Zhou Ziyu, after a slight moment of daze, hurriedly stood up, "Brother Changlin, wait for me!"

"Wait for your sister!" Hearing Zhou Ziyu shouting from behind him, Li Changlin felt a rising annoyance inside.

This kid was really insufferable, just follow quietly; what’s with all the whining?

Such depressing thoughts—if Duan Jiahao were to react, this matter was definitely not over.

Although Li Changlin certainly wasn’t afraid of Duan Jiahao, he didn’t want any unnecessary complications.

If Duan Jiahao caused trouble later, the situation was bound to get out of hand, and he might even end up fighting with some bodyguards, which would be completely not worth it.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Li Changlin paid no mind at all to Zhou Ziyu and quickly left Tingxuan Square with Qian Ziwei.

But Zhou Ziyu was quick, and since Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei didn’t run, he soon caught up.

After leaving the square, Li Changlin hailed a taxi, opened the door, and he and Qian Ziwei got into the backseat.

Zhou Ziyu, sharp as ever, immediately scrambled into the passenger seat.

Li Changlin didn’t make any comment about it.

"Drive." Once Zhou Ziyu was seated, he immediately told the driver a location—the spot where Yi Meng Cake Shop was located.

Li Changlin, understanding the hint, immediately handed the trophy to Zhou Ziyu.