Niigaki Yui froze. She looked at Teacher Leshi slumped over the table and suddenly understood. So Teacher Jiang Chuan had known all along; he just hadn't shown it.
He'd even used ancient Chinese poetry to insult someone. He really did seem so cultured.
But he was truly sly.
He could hold his liquor so well, yet he'd claimed at the beginning that he was only average.
How sly!
"We've eaten enough. Shouldn't we head back?" Jiang Hao suggested.
"But Leshi still hasn't woken up," Teacher Muku said, wearing an expression like he was constipated. They'd agreed he was treating, yet he'd gotten so drunk he was unconscious.
"Yeah, there's no rush. We can wait a little longer," said the burly PE teacher, Sato.
It seemed neither of them wanted to pay.
Teacher Hatano saw right through the thoughts of the two married men. She sneered inwardly and said, "Let's split the bill today. Someone can cover Teacher Leshi's share for now and ask him for it tomorrow."
Splitting the bill was the most common arrangement at colleague dinners.
The two married men reluctantly pulled out their wallets. Just then, Jiang Hao said, "This meal was to welcome me, so let me treat everyone. I'll pay."
"Oh, that's too kind."
"You've really spent a lot."
The two married Japanese men flashed ingratiating smiles at Jiang Hao and swiftly stuffed their wallets back into their pockets. If taking them out had been in slow motion, putting them away was absolutely fast motion—they vanished in the blink of an eye.
Both immediately received contemptuous looks from Niigaki Yui and Teacher Hatano.
"I'll carry Teacher Leshi. I'm strong, so this is what I'm here for." To ease the awkwardness, the PE teacher volunteered for the task.
Jiang Hao settled the bill with the waiter,