My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 164 - 0164: Instantly Taking the Lead

Chapter 164: Chapter 0164: Instantly Taking the Lead

The fat guy was just passing by, but he didn’t want Tang Ming to be doing the same. After all, on the school’s underground betting ring, he had put down quite some money on Tang Ming coming first.

If Tang Ming didn’t come first, he would lose all of his recent pocket money, but this was something he couldn’t tell Tang Ming. He knew that although Tang Ming was careless, if he knew about the gambling, he would definitely scold him. So the fat guy was troubled beyond words, just afraid that Tang Ming wouldn’t take first place.

"Meng Meng Sister, I believe in Tang Ming Brother’s strength, just you watch aye."

Li Xiaoli said, "The teacher asked us to buy mineral water. Let’s go do that first. Tang Ming Brother has a sense of measure."

"Alright then."

When Liu Mengting left, she didn’t forget to tell Tang Ming, "Don’t eat too much, or you might not be able to run later."

By the time the two girls had left, Tang Ming also finished what was on his plate. This finally stopped the fat guy from giving him more food, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning back in his chair and picking his teeth, Tang Ming casually asked, "Fatty, what are the odds for me in the 500 meters?"

"One to 2.5."

The fat guy replied subconsciously but immediately regretted it afterward.

Tang Ming chuckled, "You little rascal, you think I don’t know what you’re up to? Going off to gamble—you’re quite bold."

"Ming Brother, I just wanted to win some extra pocket money, please forgive me this once."

The fat guy said with a mournful face.

"Who set up the betting ring? Quite gutsy, aren’t they?"

Tang Ming remarked, well aware that the kids from this fancy school all had rich families. These rich kids often gambled online, so it was pretty normal for them to set up bets during the school’s sports day.

"It’s Ma Chaoqun from Class Eight. His family runs a casino, and he often sets up betting rings at school."

Seeing that Tang Ming wasn’t angry, the fat guy relaxed.

"Do you know how much he’s collected roughly?"

Tang Ming thought since it was all gambling anyway, he might as well make a quick buck. He was in dire need of money, after all.

"Around a hundred thousand, I guess. There are quite a few people who placed bets,"

the fat guy said after some thought.

"That much? Fantastic, then I’ve got to take him for a ride."

Smiling, Tang Ming said to the fat guy, "You go scrape together some more money and bet it all on me. If we win, we’ll split it."

"What?"

The fat guy rubbed his head and said,

"Ming Brother, getting the money is possible, but the key is you’ve got to ensure you can really win, right?"

"Nonsense, if I don’t win, who will? Just keep betting on me with the money we win."

Tang Ming said confidently.

"Alright, I’ll think of something."

The fat guy nodded in agreement.

At a little past three in the afternoon, as the voice echoed from the school’s loudspeakers, the 500-meter finals began.

Dressed in simple sportswear and a plain short-sleeve shirt, Tang Ming stood out like a sore thumb in an environment filled with international brands, especially as the kind of outsider who didn’t have money.

Many students cast disdainful looks at him, but Tang Ming didn’t care at all. His gaze swept toward a familiar face—it was Chen Cang.

However, at school, Tang Ming couldn’t make a move. He thought to himself, "This annoying fly is also competing. This guy really needs to be taught a lesson."

As the starting gun went off, Chen Cang took the lead. Fueled by stimulants, he ran swiftly without even gasping for breath. After all, the school’s sports meets were just for fun; they didn’t have organizations for doping tests like the Olympics, making it the perfect occasion to use some stimulants.

Running at the front, Chen Cang glanced back and saw Tang Ming who was leisurely trailing behind. A cold smile crept onto his lips, "This guy is really just a martial artist!"

After about two hundred meters, Chen Cang was already far ahead. He turned his head and shouted at Tang Ming, "Tang Ming, you’re no good at running. You should just stick to fighting."

"Is that so?"

All of a sudden, Tang Ming’s voice arose beside Chen Cang’s ear. Before Chen Cang could react, he saw Tang Ming overtaking him, and said in surprise, "How, how can you run so fast? Impossible."

Tang Ming laughed and said, "I told you you’re stupid, and you really are. Have you forgotten I’m a martial artist? Surpassing you is a piece of cake, dummy."

Having said that, Tang Ming started to speed up in the last hundred meters, shooting forward rapidly.

Chen Cang shouted in desperation, "It’s not possible to be so fast, what kind of speed is this?"

After shouting, he deflated like a burst balloon and knelt on the ground, as other competitors overtook him one after another, rushing toward the finish line.

The result of the race came out quickly, with the announcer calling out the name of Tang Ming from Grade 12 Class 5, the first-place winner of the 500 meters.

The entire Grade 12 Class 5 was ecstatic. Since they entered the school, they had never achieved such a good ranking, and now they finally had something to be proud of!

Even the class teacher, when chatting with teachers from other classes about student athletics, became extremely confident. After all, their class already had a first-place winner—this was what they called strong backing!

In the past, the teacher of Class 5 would only compliment the students from other classes while talking with other teachers, never daring to praise his own students.

After leaving the field, Chen Cang’s face was ashen. Even when Monkey handed him water, he was afraid Chen Cang would lash out.

True to form, after taking a sip of water, Chen Cang furiously smashed the mineral water bottle on the ground, splashing water everywhere and surprising the nearby students, who all turned to see what had happened.

Chen Cang, annoyed by a bespectacled kid, couldn’t help but roar, "What are you looking at, Four-Eyes Toad? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out!"

The bespectacled boy, scared and bewildered, quickly made himself scarce. He knew all too well who Chen Cang was and naturally didn’t want to wait around to be hit.

"Damn it, that bastard Tang Ming is just too hateful."

Chen Cang was deeply affected this time. He had hoped to vie for the first place, but to his shock, Tang Ming’s unexpected speed sent him plummeting to last place. Although the spectators didn’t say anything, by the look of his sorry state, they were surely delighted on the inside.

"Brother Cang, the 100-meter final is coming up soon. I just checked, and that kid Tang Ming is in it too. He seems to be targeting you on purpose."

Monkey reminded him.

"That kid is born to be my nemesis," Chen Cang said angrily,

"How could I forget that the kid is a martial artist? With that kind of strength, even if I drank a hundred bottles of stimulants, I couldn’t outrun him."

"Brother Cang, if we can’t win fair and square, let’s play a little dirty,"

Monkey suggested with a sly grin.

"Oh? Let’s hear it,"

Chen Cang was instantly intrigued.

"Although our school’s sports competitions don’t do doping tests, if someone reports it, the school doctor would still conduct a test! What if we sneak some stimulants into Tang Ming’s drink, then report him to the school? They’d definitely cancel his results! That way, the kid would lose face and become an object of scorn throughout the school,"

Monkey, picking his head, slowly outlined his plan.