Venus turned her head with a smirk that was not quite a smile, sizing up Lin Fu with the air of a host, the pressure of taking the initiative weighing on her.
"You're pretty good, you've got a bit of my style, but imitation is a dead end, you've got to learn to be yourself," Venus preached confidently.
Inside the venue, the audience was taken aback.
Huh? So, Lin Fu was imitating Venus?
That's pretty low, isn't it?
They're not even the same style of person!
Using an expression from Ancient Earth, isn't Lin Fu just making an ugly face to scare people?
"Fu Xing, that Venus is terrible, she's deliberately misleading the audience," Xia Zeming couldn't help but whisper to Fu Xing.
Fu Xing gave him a cold look and snorted, turning his head away.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Principal, Major General Fu Xing is ignoring you," the assistant explained.
