Chapter 93: Trying to Stiff the Bill? Don’t Be Ridiculous.

Gao Zixi stepped forward and said, "Mr. Pang, watch your words. I think my student's attitude is perfectly fine; there is nothing wrong with it at all. And don't even think about changing the subject. A bet is a bet, so hurry up and pay. Remember, it's two months' salary. One month was lost to me, and the other was lost to this student of mine."

She had always been fiercely protective of her own, and in this matter Li Sichen was clearly in the right. No matter what, she would never side with Pang Jiahui.

Two months' salary amounted to several thousand yuan. For Pang Jiahui, that was no small sum.

He might have strutted in front of the students as though he were invincible, but at home he was the classic henpecked husband. Every month, his salary was handed over to his wife in full. Only when bonuses and allowances were issued did he dare secretly skim off a little to fatten his private hoard.

Several thousand yuan was the entirety of that little hoard, saved up painstakingly over years.

The thought of losing every last bit of it made Pang Jiahui wince as if the flesh were being cut from his own body.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "That bet doesn't count!"

Gao Zixi stared at him in shock. "It doesn't count? Why not?"

She had never imagined that Pang Jiahui would really try to wriggle out of it, and in front of so many people, no less.

Pang Jiahui said, "Because that bet was nothing but a scam! If it was a scam, then how could it possibly count?"

The instant he said it, a storm of boos swept through the hall.

Not only were the students of Class Three, First Year booing him, but so were the spectators from other classes and even from neighboring schools who had come for the excitement. Even many of the students from Class Six, Third Year, turned on him.

Losing a bet was not shameful. But losing and then refusing to pay up was. And to justify it with such a pathetic excuse...

A scam? Give me a break.

Li Sichen had truly seen something new today.

He had met plenty of shameless people before, but someone as shameless as Pang Jiahui was a first.

"Mr. Pang, this bet was your idea. Before the match even began, you were the one who came over to provoke Teacher Gao and insist on making a wager with her. As for me, I only raised the stakes a little after the second round ended. At the time, you were thrilled about it. Not only did you agree at once, you even signed this wager agreement! So why are you refusing to admit it now, and claiming it was a scam?"

Li Sichen took the wager agreement from his satchel, held it up, and said with a cold smile, "Trying to welch on it, are you? Then I'll take this agreement to Principal Zhao and see whether he recognizes it."

Li Sichen was, in truth, making things very difficult for Pang Jiahui.

Others might not know who he was, but how could Zhao Shuncheng, the principal of Nanshan High School, possibly be ignorant of it?

If Li Sichen really took this matter to Zhao Shuncheng, Pang Jiahui would not only have to pay the money, he might even lose his job because of it.

After all, Li Sichen had arrived at Nanshan High School and, on his very first day, already sent the vice principal and the head of discipline packing. Pang Jiahui, by contrast, was only an ordinary homeroom teacher.

There was no way Zhao Shuncheng would offend Li Sichen on behalf of a mere teacher.

Not to mention, Lin Muxue was involved as well...

"Give it here!"

Seeing the wager agreement in Li Sicheng's hand, Pang Jiahui lunged forward at once, trying to snatch it away and tear it to pieces.

Unfortunately for him, Li Sicheng had anticipated exactly that. With nothing more than a casual sidestep, he avoided him with ease.

At once, Gao Zixi and the students of Class Three, First Year, surged forward and blocked Li Sichen from in front, leaving Pang Jiahui with no chance at all to grab the agreement.

Pang Jiahui was no fool. Seeing that there was no way to seize the agreement from Li Sicheng, he turned and started to leave, only throwing back one line: "No matter what, I will not acknowledge this bet! If I do, then I am your grandson!"

Yet he had only taken a couple of steps before someone blocked his path.

Pang Jiahui was still seething and did not even look clearly at who stood before him before reaching out to shove them aside. "Good dogs don't block the road. Get out of my way!"

The other person flew into a rage at once and snapped, "Mr. Pang, who are you calling a dog? Who are you telling to get out of the way?"

Pang Jiahui froze. Looking closely, he realized the person standing in front of him was not a student from Class Three, First Year, but Zhao Shuncheng, the principal of Nanshan High School.

"Ah... Principal? Sorry, I... I didn't realize it was you."

"Enough." Zhao Shuncheng waved him off, plainly not interested in hearing any apology.

He glared at Pang Jiahui and said through clenched teeth, "Mr. Pang, you certainly have some nerve. You actually made a bet in front of the students. Have you forgotten that you're a teacher? What you're doing will only corrupt the students! Worst of all, after losing the bet, you still want to welch on it! And to do it in front of so many students and parents! You've utterly ruined our school's reputation..."

Pang Jiahui never expected Zhao Shuncheng to be at the gymnasium, let alone to have watched the entire match from start to finish. He panicked instantly and hurried to explain, "No... no, that's not it, Principal. Please, let me explain..."

Zhao Shuncheng had no intention of listening. He pointed at Pang Jiahui's nose and said, word by word, "Fulfill the bet immediately, or pack your things and get out."

Having said that, Zhao Shuncheng turned and left, no longer paying Pang Jiahui any attention.

He was not trying to look aloof; he was hurrying off to explain things to Lin Muxue.

As the principal, once one of his teachers had caused such an incident and damaged the school's reputation, he could never escape responsibility. What was more, it had happened right under Lin Muxue's eyes.

Tan Xiaoxiao had sharp eyes. Spotting Lin Muxue in the stands, she quickly nudged her best friend with an elbow and lowered her voice. "Siyu, the person in the stands is your sister, isn't she? Haha, no wonder the principal was so nervous. So your sister came! That's perfect. Now let's see whether that shameless Pang still dares to welch on his bet."

Lin Siyu hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, she saw Lin Muxue in the stands.

Lin Muxue also noticed her gaze, smiled, waved, and gave her a thumbs-up.

"My sister came. She came to watch my match..." The last trace of regret in Lin Siyu's heart vanished at once.

In its place rose a deep sense of happiness and emotion.

For a sister devotee, what could be more moving, more blissful, than having her sister set aside her work and come in person to cheer her on?

Overcome with excitement, Lin Siyu also began to wonder, "Strange. Didn't my sister say she had a very important meeting today and couldn't come to watch my match? So why did she still come?"

Almost unconsciously, her gaze drifted toward Li Sicheng, and she thought to herself, Could it be that he was the one who called my sister here?

Li Sicheng, of course, had no idea what was going through Lin Siyu's mind. He pushed through the crowd and once again came to stand before Pang Jiahui, smiling as he asked, "Well then, Mr. Pang, are you still planning to go back on your word?"

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