Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 730 - 670: Law Class A, Take the Field!

Chapter 730: Chapter 670: Law Class A, Take the Field!

Hearing there was still another matter, Zhang San couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and asked, "What matter?"

Although Wen Bi felt somewhat embarrassed, he still took a deep breath and said to Zhang San, "Teacher, let me state beforehand, I only learned about this matter today, and our Wen Family definitely did not participate."

"No need to absolve yourself, just get to the main point."

"For every polo match, there are actually people betting. Then, the Han Family polo field will set the odds. But for every previous polo match, everyone knew in advance about the competing teams. Although today everyone did not know, they still placed their bets."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San couldn’t help but be puzzled and asked, "Why?"

At this moment, Wang Ziteng on the side said, "I know this. It must be because what is being bet on is not the victory or loss, but by how many goals the Red Team will win. Although it’s possible that the teams that enter the field might affect the number of goals, at the end of the day, today, for many of the nobility’s sons, it is impossible for them to lose. So they can only score more and more to display their superior skills. Right?"

Wen Bi nodded.

Zhang San asked, "So how many matches are there in total today?"

"Teacher, there are a total of seven matches. Now it’s the fourth match. And today we have not only the famous families from Daxing City but also some rich merchants who were invited a long time ago. These rich merchants are reluctant to come, because their coming means they must lose some money to these Noble Families. Otherwise, they would displease the masters. So, they can only bet on something that’s almost impossible to win. For instance..."

"For instance, the Blue Team winning, right?"

At this point, Zhang San couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

Then, Wen Bi said in a low voice, "And this time, these Noble Families will likely also join forces with the teams on the field to win money from the Han Family."

Hearing this, Zhang San was somewhat curious and said, "How does that work?"

"Teacher, have you never gambled? If all the Noble Families bet that the Red Team will win by ten goals, with the odds at three, they bet one hundred thousand taels of gold, and after winning, the Han Family will have to pay out three hundred thousand taels of gold. Subtracting the original one hundred thousand they bet, there’s an extra two hundred thousand taels of gold. And the rich merchants who came today can’t possibly bet that much, so the rest of the gold will naturally have to be paid by the Han Family."

Zhang San was once again somewhat puzzled and asked, "But isn’t the Han Family one of the Four Gates of Legalism? Do these people dare to offend Legalism so?"

"Teacher! You really don’t understand the Noble Families in Daxing City at all! Among them, more than half are former officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, relying on Confucianism to survive in the imperial court. Do you think they would see Legalism in a favorable light?"

"Moreover, in the past six months or so, the Han Family’s business has been growing larger and larger, earning more and more money. Who wouldn’t be envious? It’s a great opportunity to strike a blow against the Students from Humble Backgrounds, to make them realize they are ultimately different from the Noble Families, and at the same time, to let the Han Family know their place."

These people, using the name of the match to scheme against Students from Humble Backgrounds, already made Zhang San very upset.

To think, they even dared to target Legalism.

I’m just away on a business trip, not dead.

It’s been only a few days, and these people are already jumping around like this?

But on closer consideration, Zhang San realized that what the Noble Families were playing at this time was an overt plot.

He himself had said that the students of the Imperial College should love and support each other, so their advocacy for all to play in a polo match was reasonable.

Betting has always been part of the Han Family’s polo field, so betting today is also reasonable.

As for the team division, it was never specifically stated that it had to be one team from the Noble Families and one from the humble families; it was just a random mix of teams, it just happened that the nobles were willing to form their own team.

Other Students from Humble Backgrounds who wanted to play had naturally only the option to join the Blue Team.

Moreover, if they lost after entering the field, they could at least claim the courage to have played.

If they were too timid to play, that would be even more embarrassing.

Reflecting on this, Zhang San couldn’t help but lament that Confucianism had no real skills, yet in internal strife, they were truly adept.

Just then, Zhang San suddenly saw a Student from a Humble Background finally getting hold of the ball, only to be struck on the head by the polo mallet of another student who came to snatch the ball.

In an instant, the Student from the Humble Background fell off his horse, blood spilling everywhere.

Someone from the Han Family’s polo field immediately rushed over to carry the injured student away.

After all, no matter who was responsible for the injury, if a student from the Imperial College really came to any harm on the polo field, the Han Family would also be in trouble.

Zhang San turned to Wen Bi beside him and asked, "Don’t tell me that this is also allowed."

"Teacher, on the polo field, everything is permitted except the use of Qi. There is danger involved when people ride horses to snatch the ball. Thus, playing polo actually demands a very high level of equestrian skills."

Then, a voice rang out from behind Zhang San.

"Moreover, those who enter the field can use their own protective gear or opt for the protective equipment provided by our Han Family’s polo field. Although the protective gear provided by our Han Family’s polo field is not bad, it’s a lot inferior compared to the protective gear on those sons of famous families."

Zhang San turned to look and found it was none other than Han Baiwen.

Upon seeing Han Baiwen’s arrival, Zhang San immediately pulled him aside to a secluded corner to inquire.

Hearing Zhang San’s question, Han Baiwen was somewhat shocked.

Han Baiwen had thought that Zhang San would be curious about how to end today’s match early.

After all, today’s issue was targeted at both the students from humble backgrounds at the Imperial College and the followers of Legalism, and Zhang San was a part of both groups.

But to his complete surprise, Zhang San was actually asking about the rules of playing polo and who was eligible to play.

Once Han Baiwen had finished explaining, he cautioned, "Brother San, it’s not that I don’t trust your strength, but this is the Han Family’s polo field after all. I’m truly afraid you might kill someone!"

"Bullshit! Who do you think I, Zhang San, am? Do I randomly kill people? Besides, it’s just a game of polo. Is there a need for murder?"

With that, Zhang San turned around and prepared to walk back.

But before Zhang San had gotten very far, he suddenly noticed that a few students from Law Class A seemed to be missing.

It’s normal to go to the latrine, but they aren’t young ladies that need to go to the latrine holding hands with several other people.

At the same time, Zhang San also noticed that some of the students from Law Class A had unnatural expressions on their faces.

"What’s wrong?"

"No... nothing... um... Teacher, Ma Bi’s fellow countryman was just beaten up. After Ma Bi went to see him, he learned it was done on purpose, and he wants to go onto the field to avenge his countryman."

Zhang San frowned.

He didn’t know whether Ma Bi knew how to play polo, but given today’s situation, if Ma Bi joined in, he’d mostly likely get thrashed.

Indeed, it didn’t take long before Zhang San saw Ma Bi and a few students from Law Class A enter the field, donning protective gear.

Then, they were mocked by their noble counterparts throughout the game, never even touching the ball, not to mention being "accidentally" hit in the back of the head several times with the polo mallets.

Although it was obvious they didn’t exert much force, such humiliating gestures were enough to prevent all the students from humble families present from raising their heads.

The laughter from the Noble Family spectators and high-ranking officials was particularly grating at this moment.

And so, Zhang San sat in the center among the Law Class A students, watching in a languid manner as Ma Bi and the others struggled on the field.

Upon noticing this, Wen Bi immediately left with a few others.

After a while, the fourth round ended and preparations for the fifth round began.

Wen Bi and his group came back as well.

"Teacher, sorry, we just went to persuade Ma Bi and the others, but... since there are so few students from humble backgrounds willing to go down, if they don’t go, there won’t be enough players, so they refused us and didn’t come back."

Zhang San smiled faintly and said, "No matter, I am only a teacher of Law Class A, not a student. It doesn’t shame me to see my students treated like monkeys on the field. In the future, when others point at your spines and say: Look, those are the men of Law Class A. Tsk tsk... Is that really what men are? It’s none of my concern. In the Great Sui, no one dares to point at my spine. If they do, I chop them down. But you... I’m not so sure."

At this moment, the faces of all Law Class A students looked extremely ugly.

Then, Wen Bi suddenly understood Zhang San’s intention. He turned to all the Law Class A students present and declared, "Law Class A, men follow me to the field, women stay here."

After speaking, Wen Bi, followed by several students who were already close to him, turned and left.

The students of Law Class A, who were still standing in their original spot, finally realized what was happening.

Law Class A had twenty-five male students — where the hell did women come from!

"Wen Bi, don’t leave! Today, I’ll show you what true masculine spirit is!"

"Damn it, it’s bad enough the teacher looks down on us, now he too?!"

"Who says you can’t play polo without knowing how to ride a horse! Let’s do this!"

Wang Ziteng’s eyes widened as he watched all the students of Law Class A leave, then turned to Zhang San and asked, "Brother San, won’t this cause trouble? I’ve seen quite a few students get injured today."

Zhang San let out a cold laugh and responded, "I just asked, and during the second match, a teacher from a humble background asked to join the game, which everyone agreed to. But then, a middle-aged noble also joined, supposedly to make it a fair competition. The result was the humble teacher getting hit by the polo mallet and vomiting blood, forcing him to leave the field. Therefore, no other teachers dared to enter after that. But if a teacher has no shame, he can ask to join in. Coincidentally, I have no shame!"