entertainment teacher

Chapter 30 Gambling
"How could it be, you must have heard it wrong." Xiang Li said anxiously, it seemed that Fang Jie had really heard it.

"So what if I say it, it's a good-for-nothing teacher and a good-for-nothing student!" Ma Rong said proudly, she couldn't figure out why Xiang Li, a fourth-level painter, was so afraid of a good-for-nothing teacher who came through the back door.

"Hey, the students nowadays are more obsessed than I was back then, and they dare to scold the teacher." Fang Jie raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Ma Rong with a smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"I'm sorry, those are all childish words, please forgive me, Young Master Fang." Hearing Fang Jie's mocking tone, Xiang Li wiped his sweat.

"Hey, Teacher Xiang, what are you afraid of? I don't even understand that you, a fourth-level painter, are afraid of a first-level trash!" Ma Rong pulled Xiang Li and said.

"Can't figure out why?" Fang Jie said with a smile: "Because the principal is my grandfather, and the captain of the law enforcement team is my cousin, so your so-called Teacher Xiang dare not fight against me."

Hearing Fang Jie's sarcastic words, Xiang Liting's chest heaved a little: "Yes, Fang Shao is right."

But Xiang Li remembered that the Fang Jie in front of him was no longer the genius student in the university, and he was no longer the Fang Jie who dominated the students with his third-level strength. Now he is just a piece of rubbish with broken and rebuilt seals, a person who is not even as good as a student Useless teacher.

Seeing the change in Xiang Li's eyes, Fang Jie smiled softly and said, "What? Do you still want to do something?"

"Master Fang, please respect yourself. Just because I tolerate it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you." Xiang Li said proudly, as if he had regained the confidence he had built up over the past few years as a teacher.

That's right, the Fang Jie in front of me is just a piece of garbage that is stepped on casually. I am a dignified fourth-level painter, so I don't need to be afraid of him.

"Snapped."

A loud slap sounded, and Xiang Li's right face was directly reddened.

No one expected that Fang Jie would strike suddenly, Xiang Li was caught off guard by this slap, and everyone was caught off guard by the slap.

"You!" Xiang Li covered his face and stared at Fang Jie. Because of the crisp sound, all the students around him looked over. Just when he was about to make a move, Xiang Li felt a dangerous gaze aiming at him from behind. .

Xiang Li turned his head and looked over. When he saw the owner of that gaze clearly, he stared at him for two seconds, and Xiang Li was suffocated in fright.

Mo Wuyan, Major of the Sichuan and Sichuan Military Area Command, Chief Instructor of Martial Arts at Zhonghua University.

And he is Fang Jie's cousin.

Only then did he realize that there are countless people related to Zhonghua University and Fang Jie. This is one of the reasons why Fang Jie had been in the school for so long and was not retaliated by anyone. Willingly.

"Fang Jie, how dare you bet against me!" Xiang Li stared at Fang Jie.

"Betting? What do you want to bet on?" Fang Jie withdrew his palm and touched it, which made him feel a little painful.

"You lost, I want you to kneel down! Apologize! Sorry!" The last four words rushed towards Fang Jie with great resentment.

"Then what if I win?" Fang Jie picked out his ears, and the shock from such a close distance made his ears uncomfortable.

"I also knelt down and apologized." Xiang Li panted.

"Not enough." Fang Jie shook his head and said, this kind of competition has no meaning at all, and there is no lottery yet, so he doesn't want to come.

Xiang Li looked at Ma Rong, who was staring at him, and saw the students around him who had been looking at him, and knew that if Fang Jie didn't agree, his face would basically be lost.

Thinking of this, Xiang Li gritted his teeth and said, "A seventh-level thousand-year-old Huai Shengxuan." After speaking, he took out a blank scroll from his arms. nice one.

"Good stuff." Fang Jie glanced at it and praised, this is a rare good thing, and he doesn't know where Xiang Li got it.

"I lost, this life will belong to you, I kowtow to apologize."

"But you lost, and the score of "Hundred Flowers" in your family belongs to me. You kowtow to apologize, how dare you?"

Xiang Li remembered that Fang Jie in front of him was only a first-class painter, and his heart was full of confidence. As long as Fang Jie accepted the bet, no one would be able to make a move against him.

The Shengxuan in my hand is a good item for the seventh grade, and the fifth-grade musical score "Hundred Flowers Song" in the gambling Fang Xie's family is more than enough.

Listening to Xiang Li's words, Fang Jie squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "Deal."

"This Wednesday, afternoon, see you in the duel field." Xiang Lijianfang answered the bet, smiled, and confidently put away the scroll in his hand.

"Snapped"

Fang Jie slapped his backhand again. Seeing that Xiang Li's confident expression instantly turned into astonishment, Fang Jie sneered and said, "What? Don't understand? It's fine if you don't understand. I need to give you a reason to hit you?"

"You!" Xiang Li pointed at Fang Jie with a distorted expression, so annoyed that he couldn't speak.

"Let's go." Xiang Li led Ma Rong and Song Ji, angrily took two steps back and turned to leave, fearing that Fang Jie would slap him again.

"Wow, Teacher Xiang Li was slapped twice by that new teacher and still dare not fight back."

"Yes, yes, didn't you say that the new teacher is weak, why didn't Teacher Xiang Li dare to fight back?"

"I heard that the new teacher is the principal's grandson, and it must be because of this that Teacher Xiang Li didn't dare to fight back."

"Did they just say they wanted to gamble?"

"Yes yes, Wednesday afternoon."

Soon, the news about Fang Jie and Xiang Li's betting spread spread.

Mo Wuyan, who had been staring at this side from a distance, walked over slowly, with star eyebrows and sharp eyes, dressed in white, with a huge sword on his back, so personable, even Fang Jie had to sigh, what a handsome horse .

"You shouldn't have promised him." Mo Wuyan said lightly.

"But I have already agreed." Fang Jie shrugged.

"I don't know where Xiang Li went after graduation. When he came back to work as a teacher half a year later, he was already a painter at the upper level of the fourth level." Mo Wuyan nodded and said, "You have no chance of winning."

"Yo yo, Bingshan male god still cares about me!" Fang laughed and said, Mo Wuyan, his cousin, because in college, strangers were not allowed to enter, and he never gave others a good face, Therefore, he was called the iceberg male god.

"It's hopeless." Hearing Fang's teasing and laughing words, Mo Wuyan shook his head, turned and left.

　A new week begins~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)