บท 155: Bad Intentions? This Is a Slap In Your Face

"Class, what do you think of the bets between Ye Caitang, Chu Mingxu and the principal?"

When the students heard the teacher's question, they immediately started talking at once.

"What else can I think? Ye Caitang—that good-for-nothing little mute—is simply courting death."

"Let's cut to the chase. I'm ready to watch Little Mute eat sh*t on her livestream."

"Since all of you don't think highly of Ye Caitang, why don't I make a bet with you guys too?" Shi Nian rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

Shi Nian was the form teacher of Class G. In fact, senior teachers were unwilling to be the form teacher of this trash class.

Only a hot-blooded young man who had just graduated and was passionate about his educational career would be willing to foolishly take over this trash class and be the form teacher.

The other teachers were afraid that the trash class would be a disgraceful taint on their educational careers; they all avoided the class.