Ao Xinghao didn’t care at all about his own grades: "What’s the score of the person in last place? How many people failed?"
The class representative scratched his head: "I heard two people failed, one scored 47, and the other 59..."
Except for Yu Xiaochun who was secretly happy, the whole class held their breath: "Oh my god! 47! 59! Which one is Sister Xin’s? It’s over, it’s over..."
Initially, everyone was worried about failing themselves, but when the number of failures was announced, everyone was worried about Qin Xin failing.
After all, although Sister Xin was good at practicals, she had never passed a theoretical exam.
Last ti, she made progress, achieving a leap from zero to seven points.
Could it be... she skyrocketed to 47 this ti?
Amid everyone’s worries, Yu Xiaochun suddenly asked Ao Xinghao: "God Ao, does the bet you ntioned last ti still count? I want to continue betting."
Everyone hushed: "Hey, hey, don’t take advantage of the situation."
Yu Xiaochun: "Can’t I even ask?"
Ao Xinghao glanced coldly at Yu Xiaochun, lazily saying: "It counts, how much are you betting?"
Yu Xiaochun: "I’ll bet on... cough cough, Lan Qingxin failing. I’ll bet all my five thousand bucks of pocket money."
After speaking, she deliberately explained: "I’m not taking advantage of the situation, you misunderstand . I’m just worried that Lan Qingxin won’t pass and might get upset. If that’s the case, I’ll use the winnings to treat her to a lavish al."
Everyone: "..."
Such a la excuse, even Teacher Gou wouldn’t believe it.
Seeing Yu Xiaochun being so shaless, knowing there are people failing in the class, and it might just be Lan Qingxin, yet she bets on Lan Qingxin failing at such a critical mont, everyone was quite annoyed with her.
But the bet was set by God Ao, only he could decide.
However, would God Ao object?
Would he not let this shaless arts committee mber succeed?
Who would have thought.
In the next second, Ao Xinghao reached out: "Transfer the money over."
Yu Xiaochun gleefully made the transfer to him and signed the betting agreent.
Ao Xinghao tapped the agreent with a pen: "Don’t forget, the fails ntioned in the bet refer to the final average score at the end of the sester. Not just a single subject score."
Yu Xiaochun nodded: "I know."
Heh, if the ugly one fails in anatomy, what makes them think they’d pass the others? Dream on! She was confident she’d win this bet handsoly.
Ao Xinghao reminded again: "Also, don’t forget, the odds are tenfold."
Yu Xiaochun pressed her lips: "I know."
If she lost, she’d have to pay ten tis the bet, which was quite a pressure for Xiaochun. She had already bet 5,000 bucks of pocket money before, and with today’s 5,000, losing ten tis would an paying 100,000.
Of course, if she won, Ao Xinghao would have to pay her 100,000 instead.
Quite a few people participated in this bet now, most of them from Class 1, each putting in thousands from their living expenses, betting on Lan Qingxin failing.
Those from Class 1 all hoped Lan Qingxin would lose, so they could cash out from God Ao.
Everyone couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious for Ao Xinghao.
But Ao Xinghao seed rather determined: "Anyone else want to bet, as long as the last exam isn’t finished, I’m accepting bets."
The 190-pound crybaby gritted his teeth and raised his hand: "! No matter what, I have to support Sister Xin! We can’t lose our spirit!"
He bet on Lan Qingxin passing!
Imdiately, many classmates followed suit, betting on Lan Qingxin passing. Although they couldn’t bet much money, as the crybaby said, it was a gesture of support for Sister Xin.
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