Chapter 392 The Reason Why We Can’t Lose (Part 2)
Although Jiang Mingyang was weak and mostly joking, I have to say that this was indeed a good reason.
Jiang Mingyang ran downstairs as if he was running for his life, and Jiang Ziyue chased her with murderous intent. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to speak, but she looked like a resentful woman in a deep harem.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is not internally entangled, but more like anger, resentment, and dissatisfaction with desires...
After Jiang Mingyang walked out of the teahouse, a distinguished and gorgeous business car was waiting at the door of the teahouse.
The handsome old man Shan Bo stood respectfully beside the car, attracting the attention of countless beauties.
Although Shan Bo looks old, his sharp outlines and stubble that has the flavor of vicissitudes of life make him look like an old uncle.
It has a lot of stories and vicissitudes of life, which is extremely charming.
"Shan Bo, are you...waiting for me?"
Jiang Mingyang was a little hesitant. After all, it was impossible for a person of Shan Bo's level to wait for him here.
But there was no one in the car, and he didn't notice Wen Qingyun's aura, so there was no other possibility except to pick him up.
"The lady said, it doesn't matter if you act like a fool, but the face of Dongsheng Academy cannot be lost."
Shan Bo explained elegantly, opened the double-door rear door like a gentleman, and said: "Master Jiang, please hold it."
"Hey, how can this be so embarrassing?"
Jiang Mingyang said he was embarrassed, but his movements were not slow at all.
Only a fool would refuse such a respectable car and such a respectable driver.
Just as Jiang Mingyang was about to step into the car, Jiang Ziyue stepped in front of him, glanced at Jiang Mingyang resentfully, and then bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Shan Bo."
"Ms. Jiang, what are you doing?"
This time it was Shan Bo who was confused. He looked at Jiang Ziyue first and then at Jiang Mingyang. He was too embarrassed to ask the next question.
Especially Jiang Ziyue's resentful glance made Shan Bo think a little bit.
"I will challenge him with him."
Jiang Ziyue explained simply and clearly. Shan Bo nodded clearly and said: "I see, Miss Jiang, please get in the car."
After Jiang Ziyue got into the car, Shan Bo looked at Jiang Mingyang with a half-smile and said, "Young man, your wandering around will not end well."
"What?"
Jiang Mingyang was a little confused, but then he suddenly realized and said: "Shan Bo, don't get me wrong, there is nothing between us."
"Haha, Master Jiang, I am just a driver, there is no point in explaining to me."
Shan Bo bowed gracefully and then got into the driver's seat.
"Yes, I have a clear conscience. Why should Mao have to explain?"
Jiang Mingyang scratched his head and then got into the car.
The car started and Shan Bo drove calmly. Jiang Mingyang frowned and analyzed the situations he could encounter during the challenge.
Jiang Ziyue looked at Jiang Mingyang with resentment, her brows were full of hesitation and helplessness in wanting to speak.
The three of them were silent all the way, but Shan Bo took in everything and was very curious about Jiang Ziyue's hesitation.
When she was about to approach Emperor Wu, Jiang Ziyue took a deep breath, turned around and stared at Jiang Mingyang with burning eyes, and said: "I agree!"
"Ah? What did you promise?"
Jiang Mingyang was completely confused. He had long forgotten about the joking suggestion just now.
Jiang Ziyue's beautiful eyes flickered, she stared at Jiang Mingyang, and said word by word: "If I lose, I will follow you from the room to the rooftop, and then let you do whatever you want all day long!"
"puff……"
Jiang Mingyang and Shan Bo yelled in unison, and the cars even drove away from the scheduled route.
"It's good to be young and healthy."
Shan Bo shook his head in admiration. Jiang Mingyang and Jiang Ziyue's faces turned red immediately.
"Ahem, eldest sister, I'm joking, please don't make trouble."
Jiang Mingyang was embarrassed, but Jiang Ziyue said very seriously: "I'm not kidding! I admit I lose, and you must admit it too!"
"Sister, we don't need to be so extreme.
You and I both know in our hearts that even if we make an agreement like this, I don’t dare to mess with it. "
Jiang Mingyang was trapped in a cocoon, and his mouth almost turned bitter.
This is a big joke. If he really did anything to Jiang Ziyue, the Jiang family wouldn't kill him!
During the stalemate, Shan Bo spoke at an inappropriate time.
"If you are hesitant or afraid that a private agreement is not binding enough, I can help you apply for an official bet."
"Hey, hey, Shan Bo, please don't mess around! The official will never accept this kind of nonsense bet."
Jiang Mingyang hurriedly retorted, but Shan Bo shrugged and said, "I guarantee it, no problem."
"Sister, please don't mess around, it's a matter of honor."
Jiang Mingyang was sweating profusely and begging Jiang Ziyue in a tearful voice.
At this moment, he wanted to slap himself in the face for being so mean-mouthed and causing such trouble for himself.
If an official bet was formed, all the boys and girls in the entire imperial capital could drown him with just a spitting breath.
If the content of the bet is announced, Jiang Mingyang will really become the ultimate scumbag.
"As long as I can win, any bet is meaningless."
Jiang Ziyue replied lightly, turned to look at Shan Bo, and said, "Shan Bo, how do you apply?"
"It's simple. You draft the contents of the bet, match it with your and his voiceprints, and I'll apply for it for you."
Shan Bo's extremely enthusiastic help made Jiang Mingyang feel desperate.
Things will always develop in an inexplicable direction under inexplicable circumstances...
Forced by Jiang Ziyue and instigated by Shan Bo, Jiang Mingyang reluctantly signed the bet.
The bet soon appeared on the warrior forum, causing a tsunami of tens of thousands of people.
Countless warriors stared at the screen and read the bet word for word.
One-way private bet: Jiang Ziyue volunteered to help Jiang Mingyang challenge. If the fight failed, Jiang Ziyue was willing to let Jiang Mingyang do whatever he wanted on the open-air rooftop for a day.
First floor: "Fuck, Jiang Mingyang is such a scumbag! Goddess Jiang Ziyue helped him to challenge, but he actually made such an excessive request!"
Second floor: "I can't stand it anymore. Who can tell me where Jiang Mingyang is? I want to kill him!"
Third floor: "The people above should save their energy. There are more than 300 new students in Diwu, and the slap marks on their faces have not been removed yet. Are you sure you are not going to be abused?"
Fourth floor: "Be quiet, listen to what the seventh floor has to say, maybe there is a good idea."
Fifth floor: "Yes, the seventh floor is right."
Sixth floor: "Yes, the seventh floor has foresight."
Seventh floor: "The people above are all idiots, the goddess was cheated, and the good uncle is your uncle!"
Eighth floor: "To be honest, am I the only one who wants Jiang Mingyang to win? The open-air rooftop, even if it is a feast for the eyes..."
Ninth floor: "Yes, this idea is so vulgar, but..."
The students of Diwu, the warriors of the imperial capital, the leaders of the major families, and the warriors far away in other cities were all attracted by this bet.
Before the challenge even started, public opinion was pushed to the top, and Jiang Mingyang was also pushed to the forefront.
Countless Wuhan University students denounced, and then raised waves.
The archbishop and the inspector were confused again, and Jiang Mingyang once again caused a big event, which made them even more confused.
Jiang Mingyang's challenge to Emperor Wu can still be traced and analyzed.
But just now, the bet between Jiang Mingyang and Jiang Ziyue made it impossible for them to analyze it.
But such a big commotion must be related to the mysterious plan, and they have to analyze it even if they want to...