I’m Really a Superstar

Translator: Legge Editor: Legge

In a certain country.

In a household.

"Mom, come quickly!"

"What's the matter, Tom?"

"The winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature has been tripped by someone!"

"Tom, children shouldn't tell lies."

"It's true, Mom!"

"Impossible, this is broadcast live around the world."

"I swear it happened! Come and see, quick!"

"What?"

Similar scenes were playing out around the world.

Many people around the world who were originally uninterested in the Nobel Prize award ceremony had also been called over to watch it by their families and friends. They sat down in front of their televisions with a look of shock! The Literature Prize and Peace Prize had always been the highlights of the award ceremony and were closely watched by people all over the world. The number of people watching had already doubled or tripled from the prior announcements of the other prizes. But now that Bangalore had been tripped, the viewership ratings of the Nobel Prize award ceremony started increasing at a terrifying rate!

The global viewership ratings!

The global viewership numbers!

They were all rising like crazy!

…

On an international social media site.

In just a short time, this trending news kept popping up!

"Oh my God. I've dug up some news regarding that Chinese author!"

"What news?"

"It's about the things that he did in Asia in the past!"

"I found something too! Oh my God!"

"He gave up an award? It was an international math award?"

"He beat up an Olympic referee?"

"He trashed a hotel? So that Japanese hotel got trashed because of him?"

"He even beat up a Korean celebrity too?"

The Panda Burning Incense and CIH viruses were created by him?"

"Back then, hackers from all over the world viewed China as a forbidden zone, and many well-known hacker groups from all over the world declared that they would not invade the Chinese Internet in at least ten years. So it was all because of this Chinese author?"

"Just what kind of a person is he!"

"There's actually such a hooligan of a person in the world?"

…

At the venue.

The medical personnel rushed over.

They helped Bangalore up and treated his wound.

"Zhang Ye!"

"Just you wait!"

"Just you wait, I tell you!"

Bangalore was yelling in fury.

Faced with an out of control scenario, the venue's staff rushed over to calm him down. "Mr. Bangalore, please rest for a while. We're still in the middle of the live broadcast. Let's wait until after the award ceremony to handle things."

Bangalore nearly fainted in anger. "Why are you still giving awards out!"

Beside him, quite a few nominees were also trying to persuade him.

"Calm down."

"Let's wait until the awards are all given out."

"The entire world is watching."

"You're not that badly hurt anyway."

"The medal can be replaced even if it broke."

Bangalore saw red at the words!

Fuck you!

How is this "not that badly hurt"?

Why don't you fucking crash to the ground before saying that!

Everyone chipped in with a word or two, but none of them sided with Bangalore. He had offended too many people over the years, plus the "acceptance speech" he had just given probably added even more people to that list. The wicked could only be subdued by the wicked, so when they finally saw someone who was willing to stand up to Bangalore and teach him a lesson, a lot of them couldn't help but gloat in their heads. They thought to themselves, You're usually so smug, but now you've finally met a tough opponent!

In the corner, several Nobel Prize nominees were laughing under their breaths.

"The Indian author has been totally disgraced."

"He asked for it by behaving so arrogantly."

"He probably did not think that he would meet someone who is more of a hooligan than him!"

"That Indian author only knows how to talk tough!"

"Yeah, that Chinese author is the real badass here. I didn't expect that he could be such a thorn in the side because he was all smiles and being so friendly!"

"How do you guys think this matter will be handled?"

"Who knows?"

Several of the foundation's people also came over to persuade Bangalore.

Finally, Bangalore clenched his teeth and sat back down. "Alright, I'll wait for the award ceremony to finish! I want a fair explanation of this after that! And a proper answer for my country!"

The drama was temporarily glossed over.

The Nobel Foundation's people heaved a sigh of relief.

Only then did the director, who was standing onstage all this while, pick up the microphone again. He smiled apologetically and said to the live audience members and into the live broadcast camera, "Sorry to keep everyone waiting. There was a small incident. I hope it didn't affect anyone. Next, I will be announcing the winner for this year's Nobel Peace Prize, the last Nobel Prize that we will be giving out this year!"

Following that, the explanation of the prize began.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Perhaps the director was trying to turn the atmosphere at the award ceremony back around, so he gave a very interesting explanation of the history of the Nobel Peace Prize.

Gradually, many of the live audience members and viewers watching TV refocused on the awards.

Although they had gone through an unprecedented "side show," everyone still managed to refocus their attention back on the award ceremony when it was time for the Nobel Peace Prize winner to be announced. The Literature Prize and the Peace Prize. These were two of the most anticipated and valuable awards of the Nobel Prizes. If there had to be a comparison, then needless to say, the Peace Prize would definitely have to be much more important than the Literature Prize. The Nobel Peace Prize was the only award that was not given out every year. For example, last year, five years ago, nine years ago, there were no winners at all. This also reflected the value and weight of the Nobel Peace Prize. In addition, it was one of the hardest Nobel Prizes to win as the entry barrier to it was the highest. Nothing else came close!

In the history of the Nobel Peace Prize, the winners were all very famous and important people in the world!

Presidents.

Premiers.

Prime ministers.

Chairmen.

Great philanthropists.

Since they could not invite such people to the award ceremony, the Nobel Peace Prize was the only Nobel Prize that didn't have any nominees.

Everyone in the venue was discussing.

"Which president will it be this year?"

"The Russian president?"

"He already won the Peace Prize four years ago."

"Oh, right, I forgot."

"The current American president has also won it before?"

"Although it was very controversial, he did win it."

"Then there isn't really anyone left to pick from."

"Will it go unawarded again this year?"

In the crowd.

There were also people who didn't care.

Like Zhang Ye, for example. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat, no longer bothering to act like a gentleman. Since he didn't manage to win the Nobel Prize, he was no longer interested in the other awards.

Little Wang scratched her head. "He won't call the police, will he?"

Ha Qiqi said bitterly, "Why do we always manage to get into trouble with the police whenever we're overseas?"

Little Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She said, "I guess that's our lot in life. In any case, I'm used to it."

Zhang Ye said, "Why aren't they continuing with the award ceremony? We can head back to Beijing after all of this is done."

Ha Qiqi rolled her eyes and said, "We might not even be able to make it back home."

Zhang Ye shrugged and said, "If anything happens, I'll just get locked up over here for a few days. You two can go back first."

"You make it sound so simple." Ha Qiqi said helplessly, "I reckon Little Wang's and my passports are also going to get put on the global blacklist. In the future, I doubt anyone will let us into their countries."

Anthony was a local. "Zhang, if you really get into trouble with the police, I'll bail you out."

Zhang Ye smiled. He turned around and said, "Just by that, I'm making you a friend." Then he laughed and said, "There's no need to bail me out. I've had a lot of experience in situations like this."

Little Wang pouted and replied in English, "Mr. Anthony, you don't have to worry. In this aspect, our Director Zhang has been through many of such experiences. He has already had many run-ins with the police of a lot of countries."

Anthony said, "Huh?"

Felicia clasped her forehead.

Their attention was no longer on the award ceremony.

Behind, Bangalore was fuming and glaring at Zhang Ye. He wasn't looking at the stage at all.

At this moment, an awards staff member brought up a red card and handed it to the director.

The foundation's director nodded and then gently said with a smile, "Next up, I will be announcing the winner of this year's Nobel Peace Prize—"

He raised the card.

And flipped it open.

The director looked at it for a few seconds.

The entire world's people were holding their breaths!

Zhang Ye was still chatting with Anthony and the others.

Bangalore was still glaring at Zhang Ye.

All of a sudden, the director raised his head and looked into the audience with a smile.

"This year's Nobel Peace Prize winner is—

"His name is—"

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The director said calmly, "—the Chinese author, Zhang Ye!"

Zhang Ye was still in the midst of a conversation when he suddenly looked up!

Little Wang was so surprised that she squealed!

Ha Qiqi was absolutely dumbfounded!

Anthony was stunned!

Felicia was shocked!

Bangalore fell out of his seat!

In this moment!

It fell silent in the venue!

The entire world went silent!