"What? You haven't even played the Guqin once, and you're still betting with them? Are you insane?" Yang Yiyi's eyes widened in shock.
The others bent over, howling with laughter, their faces filled with disdain. They finally understood that this youth was nothing more than a colossal swindler and an idiot.
"I may not have played the Guqin, but I'll have no problem crushing these three incompetent fools," Zhang Bin said with utter confidence.
Everyone was stunned.
The three scholars, however, were so infuriated they practically shrieked with anger. They desperately wanted to tear Zhang Bin to shreds right then and there. To be called incompetent fools—with their pride and arrogance, how could they possibly tolerate such an insult?
Yang Yiyi couldn't help but ask in disbelief, "How is that possible?"
"A true genius doesn't need to practice. All they need to do is read the books, memorize the scores, and simulate it in their minds," Zhang Bin explained nonchalantly.
