“Let’s all go out and take a look at the bulletin board outside. Is it good or bad? Does it count as giving the whole class a satisfactory answer? If it’s not good, I’ll erase it and redraw it immediately. If it’s good, I won’t ask much of the class monitor. Just do what you told me: the class monitor shouldn’t come to class before the bulletin board competition. How about that?”

As soon as he said this, some people in the class started to jeer.

Tong Su's best friend, Si Muxia, was the first to shout out, "I think it's a good idea! Class monitor, are you willing to bet?"

"Yeah, class monitor, don't waste time. We're in a hurry to get to class."

"Go for it! Go head-to-head with her! Squad leader, don't let us men lose face!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Some students, after class, saw the ink wash landscape painting bulletin board outside, their eyes darting around, but they remained silent.

On the contrary, those who didn't go out and didn't see anything were all looking forward to a good show, as if they were afraid the world wouldn't be in chaos.

Not everyone respects the class monitor, especially since he rose to power by currying favor with Huo Ershao, the second young master of Class One.

We can't openly confront him, but if we can take the opportunity to kick him while he's down, that would be a satisfying thing!

The squad leader's face flushed red and then turned pale, and he was restless amidst the snickers.

How dare Cao Tongyang be so bold? Does she really have the confidence? Otherwise, how could she be so arrogant!

But what could she possibly draw in just one class period? What if she's deliberately trying to trick me into backing out at the last minute...?

If I don't gamble, and word gets back to Young Master Huo, wouldn't my hesitant behavior make him look bad? What if he gets angry with me?

If I gamble, and Cao Tongyang really does something, wouldn't I be even more humiliated?

The squad leader was so anxious that cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He didn't dare to utter a single word. The jeers around him gradually subsided, but the mocking and surprised looks made him feel even more threatened.

"Seriously, class monitor, you're such a coward? You're not even brave enough to gamble?"

"Just go for it, what's there to be afraid of!"

"Tch, class monitor, huh..."

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you all making a fuss about? We're all classmates, and studying should be our primary goal. How can you gamble by skipping class? Is this something a student should do? I'm the class monitor, how could I possibly agree to this!"

His words were righteous and eloquent, but the class responded with scornful sneers.

The squad leader's face stung with pain. Being too timid to gamble in front of everyone was even more humiliating than losing the bet!

Tong Su shrugged and said calmly, "I didn't intend to gamble with you. After all, Young Master Huo isn't here. Who can the class monitor show his loyalty to?"

The surrounding students burst into laughter.

Tong Su laughed too: "I was really determined to deal with me when I was the class monitor, but I didn't expect the class monitor to back down so easily? To be honest, if you really want to bet, I'd be a little more timid: it's just something I drew in one class period, what can I do if someone insists it's bad?"

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter again, and Si Muxia took the lead, clapping enthusiastically.

Tong Su nodded apologetically to the old man on the podium, walked into the classroom, and sat down in her seat.

"I thought you were really loyal to Young Master Huo, so devoted you were practically brain-dead. Turns out you weren't loyal enough as a dog, and you're obsequious and fawning as a human. Someone like you, you think you deserve to be class monitor?!"

The squad leader's pale face turned stiff and ashen in the blink of an eye.

He didn't know how he got through that class. When get out of class finally ended, he immediately ran to Class One to find Young Master Huo and wanted to complain to him.

Young Master Huo was not there.

Huo Xuan'an was preoccupied with his own troubles.

While class was still in session, the vice principal came in person and took him to the principal's office.

Upon entering, one could see the principal, half-bowed, nodding obsequiously to the man sitting on the sofa.

The man's figure was so familiar that Huo Xuan'an's face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he was about to kneel down.

The man's voice was cold: "I've heard that bullying is common in schools?"