Chapter 85: Do You Want to Win?

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“Bet with you?” Pang Jiahui raised an eyebrow, about to scold Li Sicheng.

But before the words left his mouth, Li Sicheng continued, “What, are you scared? Don’t dare to bet with me?”

“Scared?” Pang Jiahui couldn’t help but laugh.

A teacher, afraid of a student? What a joke!

“What do you want to bet on?” Pang Jiahui asked.

Li Sicheng smiled as well and replied, “Just like your wager with Teacher Gao earlier, let’s use this match’s outcome as our bet! If our Class Three of Grade One wins, not only will you owe us a month’s salary, you’ll also have to bring your pack of shrews from your class and apologize to ours. And, in front of everyone in the gymnasium, you’ll loudly proclaim, ‘We’re not as skilled as Class Three of Grade One!’”

“Who are you calling shrews?” He Juan erupted in fury.

She was used to being praised; the words she usually heard were ‘goddess’ or ‘beauty’, never had she been called a shrew right to her face.

Li Sicheng showed her no mercy: “Knowing oneself is a virtue. If you lack it, go to the restroom, take a good look at yourself, and you’ll know who the shrew is.”

“You… I’ll tear your mouth apart!” He Juan, livid, rushed toward Li Sicheng.

“Don’t lose your temper—he’s provoking you on purpose!”

Pang Jiahui quickly had the members of Class Six of Grade Three hold He Juan back.

In his eyes, Li Sicheng was deliberately infuriating He Juan. If she laid a hand on him, the referee would certainly send her off. In that case, his class would lose a key player, while Class Three of Grade One would only lose a boy sitting on the bench.

The students of Class Six hurried over and firmly restrained He Juan.

Pang Jiahui finally breathed a sigh of relief, shooting Li Sicheng a hostile glare and snapping coldly, “You’ve got quite a sharp tongue… Teacher Gao, is this really the quality of your students?”

Gao Zixi was about to defend her student, but Li Sicheng cut in, “Teacher Pang, this has nothing to do with Teacher Gao. Everything I’ve said, I learned from you and your class.”

“You—” Pang Jiahui was left speechless by the retort.

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Indeed, it had been Pang Jiahui and his class who’d been sarcastic and mocking all along. If there was a lack of manners, they’d been the ones to show it first.

“Don’t stoop to the level of this brat, don’t stoop to his level…” Pang Jiahui comforted himself internally, taking deep breaths. After several moments, he managed to steady himself and asked, “What if you lose the bet?”

Li Sicheng raised a finger: “If I lose, I’ll pay you a full year’s salary, based on your wage level!”

A year’s salary?

This stunned not only Pang Jiahui and Gao Zixi but all the players from both classes gathered around.

Pang Jiahui’s yearly wages, even without benefits, amounted to thirty or fifty thousand at least. For most students, such a sum was unimaginable.

Shocked, Zeng Yi tugged at Li Sicheng’s sleeve and whispered, “Brother Cheng, you’re not really going to bet that much, are you? Isn’t this just handing him money?”

His voice was soft, but many around heard it.

Not only the students of Class Six, but even many in Class Three secretly agreed.

Handing over money?

That’s exactly what it was!

Class Three had already lost two rounds; one more defeat would mean total loss. Judging from those rounds, their attacks and defenses were in disarray—there was no chance for a comeback!

“Does this kid have some trick up his sleeve?” Pang Jiahui wondered, frowning. But the match had reached such a stage; victory and defeat were already decided. Even if there was a scheme, it wouldn’t matter now.

“Maybe he’s just not thinking straight? Never mind, I’ll take the money first and sort it out later!”

Thirty or fifty thousand meant a lot for an ordinary teacher like Pang Jiahui.

Since the money had come so conveniently, he’d be a fool not to take it.

“Alright! I’ll bet with you!” Pang Jiahui replied loudly, afraid Li Sicheng would regret it. Meanwhile, he was planning, “If the school questions me about betting with a student, I’ll just claim I was pressured into it…”

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While he was still thinking up excuses for the school, Li Sicheng reached into his small shoulder bag, pulled out pen and paper, and began scribbling quickly. “Words alone aren’t enough; let’s put it in writing!”

“In writing?” Pang Jiahui blinked in surprise.

Li Sicheng finished, tore the paper, and handed both the sheet and pen to Pang Jiahui. “I’ve written out the terms of our wager. Take a look. If there’s no issue, sign your name.”

Pang Jiahui instinctively glanced down.

The first thing he saw was a beautiful handwriting. But he had no mood for calligraphy appreciation now. He scanned the contents—it was indeed the wager they’d just discussed.

He didn’t sign immediately. Instead, he frowned and questioned, “You don’t trust my word? I’m a teacher—do you think I’d cheat you?”

Li Sicheng chuckled and waved his hand, “Come on, teachers cheating students isn’t rare! When the bell rings, you always say, ‘Let me finish a couple more points,’ and before you know it, the break is gone! During gym class, you claim the PE teacher is busy and switch to another subject. But the PE teacher is actually on the field, playing ping-pong with the gatekeeper…”

“That—” Pang Jiahui was left speechless.

The students around nodded in agreement. One after another, they began ‘exposing’ the little lies teachers had told them.

Pang Jiahui grew annoyed: “Can those really be called lies? Are they really cheating? Besides, everything we do and say is for your own good…”

His words instantly drew a chorus of boos, even from some students of Class Six.

Pang Jiahui was mortified.

He quickly signed his name, one copy for each of them. Then, head bowed, he slunk back to the Class Six bench.

“Damn brat, making me look foolish in front of so many! But it doesn’t matter—as long as I win the money, what’s a bit of embarrassment? That’s tens of thousands at stake!” In Pang Jiahui’s mind, the money was already his. He was even contemplating how to spend it.

He wasn’t worried about Li Sicheng’s ability to pay; he’d witnessed the school reward Li Sicheng with several thousand just days ago.

Meanwhile, Li Sicheng glanced at Lin Siyu, Tan Xiaoxiao, and the other players, then asked, “Do you want to win?”