Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 153 Make a Bet

Chapter 153: 153 Make a Bet

Zou Wu led his brothers straight to the office.

Wanting to see exactly what had happened.

Halfway there, they happened to run into Xia Ye, Tang Tianjiao, and Zhou Yao, who were just coming back from the cafeteria, so he simply dragged them along as well.

When the group arrived at the office door, the situation had escalated dramatically, with Yang the Great and Zhao Yuhuan arguing so fiercely that they were at each other’s throats.

"Teacher Zhao! You deliberately gave the wrong time, not wanting Miss Ye to attend the lecture! No matter what, you are the head of the math department, how could you do such a thing?"

"Yang the Great, now you’re just slandering me. You say I gave the wrong time on purpose, do you have any evidence? The time I gave was clearly correct, it’s her who heard wrong!"

Zhao Yuhuan, wearing high heels, was almost as tall as Yang the Great. Both were pointing fingers at each other in high emotion. If it weren’t for other teachers holding them back in the office, they would have come to blows.

At first, Zou Wu and the others thought the student who tipped them off was exaggerating.

But now, seeing for themselves...

Surprisingly, their brother Yang’s temperament could completely handle this mad scene, and he was in no way inferior to Zhao Yuhuan.

The cause of the incident seemed to be this: When notifying Ye Miao about the start time of the lecture, Zhao Yuhuan intentionally told her an hour late. By the time Ye Miao arrived, the lecture was nearly over.

It was certainly embarrassing to be late in front of teachers and directors from various schools, but what really upset Ye Miao wasn’t that.

She had heard that the parts of the lecture highlighting points for the college entrance exam were all at the beginning. Her being late meant she missed the useful information for her students.

Ye Miao felt she had let her students down and was extremely depressed.

Zhao Yuhuan hadn’t expected Ye Miao, a new teacher, to dare to complain about her, and now the entire office was laughing at her. When she saw a crowd of students gathered at the door, she was even more unable to save face and directly turned red with rage, "Teacher Yang, it’s fine for your class teacher to remember the wrong time and be late. I didn’t blame her. I’ll sum up the content of the lecture and upload it to the academic affairs system. But to be honest, the professor mentioned only difficult knowledge points, and for a class of underachievers like Class 19, even if they listened, they wouldn’t understand..."

At the nearby workstation, Ye Miao had been silent with her head down. Now, gripping her pen, her hand trembled uncontrollably, "Teacher Zhao, that’s too much!"

At the door, Zou Wu and the others couldn’t take it anymore. Last time in the office, Zhao Yuhuan had used a biased manner to encourage her own class students to ridicule them.

"How do you know we won’t understand?"

"Don’t think you’re so great just because you teach a key class, we’re a regular class, not underachievers!"

"A teacher like you doesn’t deserve to be a role model!"

Zhao Yuhuan glared at them, her face turning the color of a pig’s liver with anger.

She turned to Yang the Great, "Teacher Yang, are these the good students you teach? Making a scene in the office, insulting a teacher, aren’t you going to do something? Make them apologize to me right now, or this matter won’t be over today!"

Yang the Great looked at her with an unprecedented calmness.

Yang the Great usually didn’t mind taking some personal grievances. However, he valued his students above all else, not to mention that this incident also involved Miss Ye.

Zhao Yuhuan had openly and secretly put down his class’s students more than once or twice, leading her own students to look down on his class with arrogance.

Emperor Yang didn’t want to intensify the conflict between teachers and students and had always been tolerant.

But now, Zhao Yuhuan really crossed the line, daring to pull such petty tricks in broad daylight.

Emperor Yang told himself that this time, he must take a firm stand!

"Teacher Zhao, someone indeed needs to step forward and apologize for today’s incident, but it’s not my students, it’s you."

"My students are right, you truly don’t deserve to be a teacher. You’ve led a whole class astray. Not only do you owe my students an apology, but some of your students also need to apologize!"

"What did you say?!" Zhao Yuhuan could hardly believe what she was hearing. She was just about to threaten to report the matter to the principal when she turned her head and collided with the icy gaze of Xia Ye at the door.

She suddenly remembered the last time in the auditorium when she was forced by the school’s investors to apologize to Xia Ye.

Having been burned once, to tell the truth, she was a bit wary of Xia Ye.

However, the investors weren’t present today, and when she informed Ye Miao about the lecture time, she only gave a verbal notice, leaving no evidence behind.

Putting these two factors together, Zhao Yuhuan’s eyes darted around: "Emperor Yang, it’s true that your class’s scores have improved, so I see you’re speaking with more confidence now. But don’t forget just how big the gap between our classes really is. To put it in perspective, in the last mock exam, our class had three students who scored perfect marks in mathematics alone. Does your class have any?"

"Don’t bring up those pointless things," Emperor Yang knew his students’ scores in all subjects like the back of his hand: "Our class’s Zhou Yao scored 140 in mathematics, which is also a high score!"

Zhao Yuhuan laughed out loud, setting aside the fact that Zhou Yao was a student who had transferred from her class, focusing solely on the score: "Being in charge of a regular class for so long, you might not realize that there’s a substantial difference between a perfect score and a high score. Even scoring 149 is completely different from a perfect score of 150. My class is trained to produce perfect scorers, the kind that bring honor to the school. You expect me and my students to apologize to you..."

Zhao Yuhuan sneered with disdain: "How about this, Emperor Yang, in next month’s third mock exam, if any student in your class, in any subject, manages to get a perfect score, then I’ll admit I was wrong. I will, as you wish, bring my students and apologize to you all, how does that sound?"

As soon as she said this, the other teachers began to talk among themselves.

"Asking a regular class to score a perfect mark? Isn’t that clearly showing she doesn’t want to apologize?"

"Not only does she not want to apologize, but she is also trying to embarrass Emperor Yang."

Zhao Yuhuan’s argument was imposing: "Don’t forget, everyone, that Zhou Yao came from my class. She scored 140 on her last math exam. Maybe with a bit more effort next time, she could get a perfect score. I’m doing this to motivate the students in class 19, isn’t that so?"

Her words were lofty, but in reality, she had taught Zhou Yao for two and a half years and knew her best.

Zhou Yao was actually better at liberal arts, and mathematics and science were her weak points. But in the high school mock exams, a perfect score was only possible in mathematics, and perhaps for someone even more impressive, in science too, but not in any other subjects.

Zhou Yao was the most careless when it came to solving problems; the fact that she scored 140 in mathematics this time was like winning a lottery, dreaming of a perfect score was simply out of the question.

However, Zhao Yuhuan’s speech was so eloquently stated that the other teachers in the office looked at each other, not knowing what to say for the moment.

Standing at the door, Zhou Yao clenched the hand by her side. Now the hopes of the entire class rested on her, and she wasn’t sure if she could score a perfect mark to bring glory to her class, but she really couldn’t stand seeing her classmates and teacher ridiculed by Zhao Yuhuan like this.

She bit her teeth, about to muster the courage to stand out, when a cold female voice next to her spoke up first.

Xia Ye leaned against the door, looking toward Zhao Yuhuan, her eyebrows slightly raised, boldly stating, "Fine, I’ll play along with your game."