Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 42 - The Bet

The next morning, after entrusting her students to a junior classmate who was available to teach, Mu Jin excitedly led her two remaining teams to the assessment area.

The venue had now been divided into sixteen zones, and each zone was much larger. To save time, the first round of matches began immediately after the groups drew lots.

Mu Jin's first group wasn't very lucky; they were drawn into the same group as Dai Huabin.

Unsurprisingly, it flopped.

After comforting the three unfortunate children who had been beaten up, Mu Jin sadly sent them back to their large group.

Then, with a dark face, he led Qian Renxue and the other two to draw lots. Ning Tian drew the 12th section of the second round of the 64-to-32 competition. Surprisingly, the teacher in charge of this section was still Mu Tong.

The sisters reunited, and after exchanging pleasantries, Mutong patted her chest and assured her, "Sister, don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of your student!"

"I'm not worried about whether the three of them will get hurt. I'm worried about their opponents..." Mu Jin glanced at her three fierce subordinates and said jokingly, "It's more reliable for you to protect their opponents."

"Are you really that confident in them?" Mu Tong asked curiously.

"I wouldn't say we're confident!" Mu Jin paused, then proudly raised her head and said, "It's more accurate to say that with the three of them working together, winning the championship is just a matter of time."

As expected, under Mu Tong's watchful eye, Qian Lingyun once again single-handedly dominated three opponents. There wasn't a single highlight; it was simply a matter of suppression followed by elimination. If one had to point out any difference from before…

So the only difference is that these people lasted a little longer than in the previous rounds... exactly how much longer... maybe a dozen seconds!

After securing a spot in the top 32, Mu Jin leaped onto the stage from below and gave each of the three a hug, encouraging them, "Well done! Keep this spirit and crush all your opponents!"

"Yes, that's definitely no problem, but Teacher Mu, we're so hungry right now!" Qian Lingyun deliberately dragged out the last syllable, looking at Mu Jin with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, we're starving!" Ning Tian chimed in, readily agreeing.

"Hungry!?"

Thinking back to the last time she treated that brat to dinner, she ended up eating dirt for half a month. But now, in this situation... as the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade. As long as she can see her students win the championship, nothing else matters.

With a determined heart and a resolute spirit, Mu Jin took out her purse and declared generously, "It's my treat! Order whatever you like, it's on me!"

"As expected of Teacher Mu, so generous!" Qian Lingyun wiped the cold sweat from her forehead in surprise. She didn't expect that Mu Jin would actually take her casual remark seriously.

She slowly walked to the innermost part of the cafeteria, and like a scarecrow, she stood frozen in place, her face turning gloomy.

The three followed Mu Jin's gaze and saw Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, bringing Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong to the cafeteria for an extra meal.

These rivals were bound to be furious! Before Qian Lingyun and the others could even speak, Mu Jin had already dragged them over aggressively, saying sarcastically, "Oh, long time no see! Teacher Zhou!"

"Yeah, Teacher Mu! I heard that your class only had one team left when it came to the round of 64 to 32?" Zhou Yi pouted, glanced at Qian Lingyun and the other two, and sneered mercilessly, "Teacher Mu, you've got to protect that one last team! Don't let it end so quickly after reaching the top 32!"

"So what if there's only one left! My top players have assembled a team, and we're aiming for the championship!"

As she spoke, Mu Jin provocatively pulled the three of them into her arms, teasingly saying, "So what if you have more teams advancing to the top 32 than me? My entire class of 100 students has advanced to the next grade, and we can even win another championship. Sigh, just thinking about it makes me happy!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yi's face turned cold, her already unfriendly expression becoming even more gloomy. She stood up, stared at Mu Jin, and sneered, "Champion? Mu Jin, do you think your student is guaranteed to win?"

Mu Jin didn't say much, but just smiled and shook her head, chuckling, "No, no, I wouldn't dare say we're guaranteed to win, I can only say it's a sure thing! Although I'm being modest, my students are just too, too, too outstanding, so I can't find any reason to be modest."

"Oh! By the way, I heard your class doesn't have many top students this year! Is it because there aren't any... or did you expel them? Tsk tsk tsk, a genius gets expelled, and then there aren't any top students in your class either. It's such a pity."

"Mu Jin, did you come here specifically to provoke me?" Zhou Yi glared at Mu Jin and said through gritted teeth.

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand. I brought my championship team here for dinner." Mu Jin's smile vanished instantly, and she added, "So what if I'm here to provoke you? Your class has always boasted about its good grades, hasn't it? I want to see how many of your students can make it into the top eight, top four, or even the championship."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yi ignored Mu Jin's provocative expression and said calmly, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Mu Jin's goal was to provoke and humiliate Zhou Yi, so upon hearing this, she immediately and without hesitation agreed, "Bet? What will you bet with me?"

Zhou Yi finally stopped ignoring her and said in a deep voice, "I'll bet a soul bone on it. Do you dare?"

Upon hearing the words "soul bone," Mu Jin's pupils contracted sharply, as if she were struggling with a decision, after all, this soul bone...

"Scared? If you can't handle it, stay away from me. Don't let me smell your disgusting perfume," Zhou Yi said sarcastically, giving Mu Jin a disdainful look.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't worn perfume in ages!" Hibiscus hissed angrily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Zhou Yi sneered, "No perfume? You must have really gotten used to it in the last few years! If you ask me, he chose me because he doesn't like the smell on you!"

"You!!" A fierce glint flashed in Mu Jin's eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly said, "Fine, who's afraid of who? Let's go find Director Du right away and arrange for our respective seeded teams to compete this afternoon!"

"You think you can scare me off with empty threats? If I lose, I'll give you a soul bone. If you lose, you'll have Fan Yu forge a close-range soul tool for me."

Zhou Yi said coldly, "The person who made the bet with you was me, not him. Even if I lose, I will still give you a soul bone."

Mu Jin snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, "I don't want your soul bone, I just want Fan Yu to forge a close-range soul tool for me."

"Alright, I agree on her behalf," a deep voice rang out, and a tall figure appeared beside Zhou Yi without anyone noticing.

Upon seeing Fan Yu appear, Mu Jin's expression immediately changed. Her previous domineering and arrogant aura completely disappeared, and her face turned pale. She took a slight step back, her eyes slightly red, and looked at Fan Yu, saying, "You and she teamed up to bully me."

Fan Yu's expression remained calm, but her brows furrowed slightly. "You were the one who started this trouble. If you want to gamble, then gamble; otherwise, don't bother Zhou Yi anymore. As for our relationship with you, we're just colleagues, nothing more."

"Bet, why not bet? I lost to her back then, but my students will win it back," Mu Jin suddenly turned around, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears.

According to the original work, it's clear that these two teachers are indeed rivals in love, and, well, Mr. Mu was the one who wasn't chosen, so no wonder she's still single in her thirties...

She can't lose this bet, hehehe.

(End of this chapter)