Chapter 95: The Buzz Online

Pang Jiahui and the others, including He Juan, slunk out of the gym in disgrace.

Behind them, Li Sicheng led the students of Class Three, First Year, waving enthusiastically and shouting at the top of his voice, “Teacher Pang, you’re always welcome to come back and gamble with us!”

At that, Pang Jiahui stumbled so badly he nearly fell flat on his face.

Always welcome to come gamble with you?

To hell with that! Did they really think he was an idiot? After being fooled once and taking a loss once, why would he still fail to learn his lesson and keep gambling with them? Why did they not simply ask him to hand over his wallet in person?

Before Pang Jiahui could even get over the anger boiling in his chest, he heard someone else behind him say, “How can you call him Teacher Pang? That would be a terrible breach of seniority. Have you all forgotten? He once said that if he accepted the wager, he would become Li Sicheng’s grandson. And we are all Li Sicheng’s classmates, which means, by seniority, we are all his elders. Come on, everyone, follow me and shout: Grandson Pang, may your road be smooth and your knees stay unbroken!”

Gao Zixi not only failed to stop them, she threw oil on the fire.

She raised both hands high and announced, “Tonight, let’s celebrate this thrilling victory with a proper feast and a good time! We’ll use the money Teacher Pang lost to me, and make sure every last cent is spent tonight!”

The students of Class Three, First Year erupted into cheers, and several troublemakers shouted after Pang Jiahui’s retreating back, “Thank you, Teacher Pang! Ah—no, Grandson Pang!”

“You people are the grandsons! Every last one of you is a grandson! And everything Gao Zixi said was practically my own line from before. I am going to die of humiliation…” Pang Jiahui was nearly driven into a frenzy.

What he did not know was that his humiliations had only just begun.

Soon after the match ended, many of the students who had been watching pulled out their phones and began posting on the school forum, on Weibo, and in their social feeds, recounting everything connected to the game.

In just a few minutes, the school forum, Weibo, and everyone’s social circle were completely flooded.

Before long, many students who had not come to the gym for one reason or another also learned the result of the match, along with the series of sensational events that had taken place before and after it.

Stunned as they were, they too jumped into the replies, joining the lively debate.

“Class Three, First Year beat Class Six, Third Year by three to two? Are you serious? That score makes no sense! Class Six, Third Year was last year’s school champion. How did they get wiped out by a bunch of freshmen?”

“Above, I can tell you with absolute certainty that you did not misread it. Class Three, First Year really did win! And they did it after losing the first two sets badly, then mounting a comeback in the third and taking the next three straight to win the match!”

“Class Three, First Year shut out their opponents three sets in a row? That’s unbelievable! Their opponents were not some nobody team either, but the powerhouse Class Six, Third Year! How exactly did Class Three, First Year pull that off? Did they take some miracle drug and turn into supermen?”

Beyond the shock over the result, many people were also deeply interested in everything surrounding the match.

“Class Six, Third Year had been boasting that they were going to crush Class Three, First Year, but they blew it and ended up slapped in the face instead. Well done, Class Three, First Year! That was brilliant!”

“Three straight shutouts. That was three resounding slaps across Class Six, Third Year’s face! I’d love to ask the people from Class Six, Third Year: how did those slaps feel?”

“What exactly is the background of that guy named Li Sicheng? How did he just shuffle a few players around and turn the whole game around? What? He even turned down invitations from top universities like Yongcheng University and Huaxi University? My God, what is he thinking? Is there something wrong with his head?”

“As a teacher, Pang Jiahui not only made a wager with his students, he also lost and refused to honor it! Does someone like that deserve to be a teacher? I strongly demand that the school dismiss him. Everyone who agrees, come in and bump this up!”

Without question, after all this, Li Sicheng had become famous again at South Mountain Middle School. He had wanted only to keep a low profile and coast through his days, but unfortunately reality was not in the mood to indulge him.

Of course, Pang Jiahui, He Juan, and the others had also become famous. It was just that this sort of fame was not one they wanted.

Li Sicheng had no idea about the storm raging online just yet. After celebrating for a while with the students of Class Three, First Year, he was preparing to leave the gym and head back to the classroom.

But after taking only a couple of steps, he was grabbed by Zeng Yi. “Brother Chen, where are you going? Once Lin Siyu, Tan Xiaoxiao, and the others finish changing, we’re all heading out to celebrate our victory! We’ve already decided: first we’ll find somewhere to eat, then we’ll go to a karaoke place and sing. Brother Chen, what do you like to eat? Today it’s all up to you. Whatever you say, we’ll eat!”

“That’s right, Brother Chen, we’re all listening to you!” said a boy nearby named Huang Ziyang.

After Li Sicheng had led the team to victory over Class Six, Third Year, many of the students in Class Three, First Year had started copying Zeng Yi and calling him Brother Chen. Huang Ziyang was one of them.

Li Sicheng waved them off. “I’m not going. You guys have fun and eat well.”

His new destiny had only just been remade and was still unstable. He needed to keep to hardship and simplicity for now. Once he began indulging in fine things, disaster would be drawn to him. The students of Class Three, First Year were celebrating their victory, which meant they would naturally eat well and drink well. That was not a good thing for Li Sicheng.

“Brother Chen, if you don’t come, then this celebration will have no meaning at all!”

“Yes, Brother Chen, today’s victory was won entirely because of you. Anyone can be absent, but you absolutely cannot!”

In the eyes of everyone in Class Three, First Year, Li Sicheng was the chief contributor to this victory, the very one who had orchestrated it. Anyone could be absent from the celebration, but not him. He was the one person who absolutely could not be missing.

By then, Tan Xiaoxiao had returned to the court in casual clothes. Seeing everyone crowding around Li Sicheng and chattering all at once, she became curious and hurried over to ask, “What’s going on? What happened?”

Zeng Yi immediately betrayed Li Sicheng. “Sister Xiaoxiao, your timing is perfect. Brother Chen just said he’s not going to the celebration.”

“What? He’s not going? How can that be!” Tan Xiaoxiao instantly grew anxious. But very quickly, she broke into a grin, waved a hand, and gave orders to the students around her. “You there, the strong ones, carry him! He doesn’t want to come, right? Then we’ll carry him there!”

“Alright!”

Tan Xiaoxiao’s suggestion won unanimous approval. At once, several sturdy students squeezed over to Li Sicheng’s side and, without another word, hoisted him up.

Seeing this, many people burst out laughing.

Tan Xiaoxiao was laughing too as she teased him, “In ancient times, the top scholar would ride through the streets on a fine horse. We don’t have a horse here, so Little Li, you’ll just have to be carried through the streets instead!”

Carried up like that, Li Sicheng had no choice but to give in. “All right, all right, stop this. I’ll go, I’ll go.”

His change of heart only drew another wave of laughter.

At the same time, Lin Siyu, now also changed into casual clothes, had come to the stands. She voiced the doubt in her heart. “Sis, weren’t you very busy today? How did you still find time to come watch my match?”

Lin Muxue did not hide it from her. “Someone called me and told me that family matters are far more important than work. I thought about it and realized he was right, so I came.”

Lin Siyu lifted a hand and pointed toward Li Sicheng by the court. “Was it him?”

“Yes.” Lin Muxue nodded.

Lin Siyu fell silent. After a long while, she asked again, “Sis, what kind of person is he, really? I used to think he was a fraud, but now it seems that may not be the case after all...”

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