Robert King, since he idolized the God of Gamblers, naturally valued gambling ethics above all. If he won, he’d make a fortune, but if he lost, he’d pay up without hesitation—never once shirking his debts.

Therefore, although many classmates looked down on his playboy ways, they sincerely admired his gambling integrity.

After class, he saw William Carter running wildly around the track with a sandbag on his shoulders, showing no sign of stopping. Instantly, he felt an itch like a thousand ants crawling in his heart, and couldn’t help but shout out!

His voice was so loud that the entire senior year floor heard him, and all the busybodies from every class immediately swarmed over.

“Mr. King, I’ll bet fifty, one lap…”

“I’ll bet a hundred, two laps…”

“Eighty, one lap…” “Two hundred, one lap…” “One-fifty, two laps…”

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As the class monitor of Class One, Charles Evans was racking his brains over how to resolve the standoff between the two top beauties in his class. Now, seeing Robert King start a betting pool and everyone gathering around, he finally felt a weight lift from his heart.

He tugged at the smug Anna Foster, and with a playful look said lightly, “Come on, let’s go take a look.”

Anna Foster, like a rooster who’d just won a fight, shot Olivia Parker a triumphant glance and deliberately scoffed, “What’s there to bet on? That loser hasn’t even finished half a lap yet. Even if he runs himself to death, he’ll only manage one lap at most!”

At this moment, Charles Evans had his back to Olivia Parker, and a sly, wicked smile appeared on his face. He whispered, “That’s why, last time Robert King won ten thousand from me. Now that he dares to open this betting pool, I’m going to make him cough up every cent, with interest!”

That “that’s why” seemed deliberately said for Olivia Parker to hear, the volume just right to reach her ears.

Olivia Parker, having just endured Anna Foster’s harsh words, now heard Charles Evans’s “accidental” disdain, and immediately clenched her teeth in fury!

The clever and sharp Olivia Parker, who had rejected Charles Evans countless times, knew very well that although there were four notorious troublemakers at school, even if you added them all together, they couldn’t compare to the top playboy of Qingshui No.1 High, the son of the city’s executive vice mayor!

Because the four troublemakers were bad on the surface, but Charles Evans was rotten to the core—a smiling tiger, two-faced, ruthless without ever needing a knife!

She hesitated only briefly, then glanced again at the determined figure on the track. A flash of resolve appeared in her beautiful eyes as she walked toward Robert King.

She was going to bet that her brother would run more than ten laps. Even though she knew she was bound to lose, it wasn’t about the money—it was about pride. She wanted to cheer on her suddenly explosive brother in this special way!

As long as her strong, persistent brother—who could care for and protect her—could stand up again, she’d give everything she had!

No one would believe that someone as outwardly gentle as Olivia Parker, like an orchid in a secluded valley, could be so fierce inside!

“Robert King that bastard is running another betting pool, and this time it’s on our class’s William Carter. Grace, should we go check out the excitement?” Seeing several of her classmates running toward Class Two, the mischievous Emily Bolton immediately started coaxing Grace Brooks.

Although Grace Brooks appeared calm, inside she was in turmoil, like the surging tides of the Qiantang River, wave after wave crashing through her heart!

She knew her own situation best—there was no way she and William Carter would ever cross paths, so her only feeling toward him was indifference, just like with most boys.

This morning, she’d been inexplicably dragged into a swirl of rumors about William Carter, which truly annoyed her. But later she figured it must have been some bored students stirring up drama, so her anger had mostly faded.

As for her tough words after class, that was just to save face in front of Emily Bolton.

But when she came out and saw William Carter running hard with a sandbag on the track, she suddenly thought of her own brother, Matthew Brooks.

The determination on William Carter’s face, the persistence in his eyes, that unstoppable fighting spirit, and the powerful will he displayed—all reminded her so much of her own proud and outstanding brother!

“Let’s go take a look!” Emily Bolton had been worried that Grace Brooks wouldn’t want to join the fun and was about to use her silver tongue to persuade her, but then heard Grace Brooks say this.

She was momentarily stunned… How did Grace Brooks suddenly seem like a different person? Could it be… there really was something going on?

“Oh wow, what kind of wind is blowing today? Just a little betting pool, and it’s drawn all three school beauties here! Ladies, are you all looking to place a bet?”

Robert King hadn’t expected his shout to bring over the school’s three top beauties. Even with his thick skin, he was a bit surprised, almost frozen on the spot.

“What, Robert King, since you dared to start the bet, aren’t you going to welcome our wagers?”

Grace Brooks flashed a rare, brilliant smile, as radiant as a blooming peony, dazzling all the boys watching and making them forget where they were.

“Welcome, welcome, of course you’re all welcome! I never thought our top beauty would be so interested in this fatty…”

Robert King wore a look of playful ambiguity, clearly hinting at the morning’s rumors.