Cai Ni's expression changed slightly.
This matter could be big or small. If Ji Afei were just an ordinary person, she could have simply fired him.
The key was that Ji Afei also had connections.
He couldn't just be fired on a whim.
"Teacher Chen, can you give me some face and let this matter slide?"
Cai Ni could see that Zheng Qingshu and the others were standing up for Chen Jie.
The primary source of the trouble was Chen Jie.
Normally, Chen Jie wouldn't let Ji Afei off the hook.
But Cai Ni had always been on his side. Now that she was unexpectedly asking for a favor, he couldn't refuse her completely, could he?
Thinking of this, Chen Jie said, "Since Principal Cai puts it this way, then let it be."
Then, he turned to Zheng Qingshu and the others and said, "Let's take a step back. Let's not bother with them."
Although Zheng Qingshu and the others were unconvinced, they had no choice but to comply since Chen Jie had spoken.
Cai Ni was surprised.
She secretly thought, "Chen Jie has only been here for two days, and he's already so united with the students?"
For a moment, she saw Chen Jie in a new light, recognizing it as a testament to his capabilities.
Just then, Ji Afei angrily declared, "Just let it be? No way! I'll say this now! This school can't have both of us, it's either him or me!"
Cai Ni's face darkened.
She thought to herself, "Ji Afei is truly ungrateful. Can't he see I'm trying to help him?"
"Director Ji, you don't have to be like this," Cai Ni said sternly.
"Hmph! As the vice-director of a prestigious dance school, how can I let myself be bullied like this? I will absolutely not let this go!" Ji Afei declared.
"Principal Cai, it's not that I don't want to let this go, but the problem is that others don't want to back down!" Chen Jie said with a troubled expression.
As his words fell, Wei Xiang suddenly let out a pained cry.
He then clutched his stomach, groaning in agony.
"Wei Xiang, what's wrong?" A Zhu asked worriedly.
Wei Xiang said, "I'm in pain all over now. My head and stomach hurt the most. This might be a lingering effect from Director Ji slapping me yesterday!"
"Ah? Wei Xiang, why don't we report it to the police? Let's go to the hospital right away!" A Zhu chimed in cooperatively.
Ji Afei's face changed.
This was clearly targeting him.
Yet, he had indeed laid hands on Wei Xiang.
And Li Zheng had beaten him up severely.
Li Zheng pointed at Ji Afei and said excitedly, "You're all just pretending! Your injuries aren't that serious! If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one duel!"
Ji Afei also felt the situation becoming difficult.
He had originally brought Li Zheng here to use Li Zheng's injury to deal with Chen Jie.
But now, Chen Jie could also use Wei Xiang's injury to deal with him and Li Zheng.
Thinking of this, he suddenly roared at Chen Jie, "Chen Jie, stop playing dirty tricks! If you have the guts, let's have a fair and square duel?" kuAiδugg
Chen Jie was taken aback, "You want to duel me?"
"No! That's not what I mean. I mean, let the students compete!"
"Compete?"
Ji Afei seemed to have thought of something, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"This is a training center. Since neither of us can convince the other, let's have a contest in what we do best! Let your students battle my students in a dance-off!"
A dance-off, in essence, was similar to boxing rules.
While dancing, one would constantly harass the opponent, and points would be deducted for any rule violations.
Ultimately, the one with more points would be declared the winner.
Unlike formal dance competitions, dance-offs had some violent elements. If one could knock the opponent off the stage, it would be considered a complete victory, sometimes without the need for judges.
The dance students Ji Afei brought not only learned dance but also some Sanda. Compared to Class Seven, whose students only learned graceful dance moves, they had a natural advantage in physique.
This was using their advantage against Chen Jie.
Zheng Qingshu and the others were about to object, but Chen Jie directly said, "It's possible, but what happens if you lose?"
Ji Afei said with a vicious grin, "If my students lose, I will resign my position as vice-director! Furthermore, I will no longer pursue the matter of you laying hands on my nephew."
The crowd was in an uproar.
In the future, Ji Afei was expected to be promoted further, even having a chance to reach Cai Ni's position.
He actually dared to stake his future on this.
Chen Jie nodded, "Then I'll take you seriously. If I lose, what are your terms?"
"Heh heh, if you lose, I want you to leave the school immediately and pay Li Zheng two million for medical expenses!"
Ji Afei sneered.
Two million?
These employed dance teachers earned only a little over a hundred thousand a year.
Two million was by no means a small sum.
However, for Chen Jie, it was just a trifle.
So, Chen Jie said, "I agree!"
"Just agreeing verbally isn't enough, we need a written agreement!" Ji Afei said with a sinister smile, then said to a male teacher not far away, "Did you hear that? Print out everything we just said, and then we'll each sign our names! If either party fails to comply, they will pay the other party ten million yuan as compensation!"
"Yes!"
In a short while, the male teacher printed out two documents.
"Sign it!" Ji Afei was the first to write his name and then handed it to Chen Jie.
After Chen Jie readily signed and left his thumbprint, Ji Afei smugly took one copy back.
"After lunch, bring your people to the sports field!"
Ji Afei grinned triumphantly, holding the document, and left with a hearty laugh.
"Teacher Chen, you didn't have to agree to his unreasonable demand!" Cai Ni said to Chen Jie with concern.
Only Zheng Qingshu and his group insisted that Ji Afei and Li Zheng had laid hands on Wei Xiang, so they dared not go too far with Chen Jie.
Now, it was different. Chen Jie had agreed to such a preposterous competition, wasn't he just digging his own grave?
"It's fine, I know what I'm doing. If there's nothing else, we'll be going now," Chen Jie said indifferently.
"Uh, Teacher Chen, you may leave."
"Then let's go!"
Chen Jie took Zheng Qingshu and the others back.
"Teacher Chen, you were too impulsive!"
Back in Class Seven, A Zhu immediately said to Chen Jie excitedly, "The reason Old Ji Afei wants to have a dance-off with us is because we are no match for them! This is almost a sure loss!"
Chen Jie was surprised, "Aren't you the best dance class? Are you afraid of losing?"
"This is a completely different matter! Dance-offs are about stamina! Director Ji's students have been practicing Sanda all along, so when we go on stage, we'll definitely be beaten senseless!"
"Teacher Chen, you should have seen it clearly. The contract you signed states that the winner of the competition is the one who stays on stage longer, and the loser is the one who gets off first! It's not about whose dance moves are more graceful!" Zheng Qingshu reminded him urgently.
"Isn't that perfect then?" Chen Jie suddenly said.