Chapter 158 - Blessings
Real And Fake Young Lady: I Have Seven Brothers Pampering Me After I Transmigrated
After lighting a cigarette, Chu Ming slowly blew out a smoke ring.
âXiao Zhang, this is the chance your sister gave you to stand up again. You must cherish it and donât waste her efforts.â
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The next day, when Chu Ning arrived at the classroom, she found that the atmosphere in the class was somewhat lively.
All the students had their heads buried in notes and were scribbling away.
Chu Ning instantly understood that the Year 3 students were about to take the college entrance exam. According to the usual practice, the Year 1 and 2 students would write some words of blessing to their seniors at this time, to encourage them to perform well in the coming exams, to obtain desirable results, and to be admitted to their ideal university.
As soon as Chu Ning sat in her seat, she found a thick stack of notes on her desk.
When class monitor Song Gui saw Chu Ning, his eyes lit up. He immediately ran all the way to her.
âSchool belle, you are now very famous in Jingyuan High School, so all the seniors want your autograph. Could we trouble you to write messages on all these notes?â
Song Gui said rather ingratiatingly.
âSong Gui, is this how you beg me to do something? I didnât even say whether I would agree or not, and youâve simply placed this small stack of notes in front of me. Also, donât call me the school belle. I donât like to hear it.â
Chu Ning looked at him and said somewhat helplessly.
Song Gui had a great personality, and he was very tactful and clever in dealing with people. This was also the reason he could become the class monitor.
Chu Ning also had a good relationship with him, especially previously, when she had been surrounded by unreasonable classmates. Song Gui had helped her out, although it didnât have much effect.
âDonât, Chu Ning. We are good friends. You know, the school told our class teacher about this again. The class teacher didnât want to call you to the office for such a small matter, so this could only fall to me. I canât do anything about it.â
Song Gui said, with a twinkle in his eyes.
âDidnât you consider my time? There are so many notes, and itâll take me the whole morning to finish writing them all. Besides, isnât our message anonymous? How come mine is made public?â
Chu Ning was a bit depressed. Others only needed to write one message, but she had to write dozens of them. If it had been someone else, they probably wouldnât be happy either.
Moreover, Chu Ning felt that this kind of blessing was not necessary at all.
If results were good, they were good; if they were bad, they were bad. Could it be that because of her well-wishes, they would suddenly be enlightened and would perform exceptionally in the exam?
This was not like winning the lottery.
âYour note is different from others. It has a special mark. The person who gets the note you wrote will know that this is a blessing written by Chu Ning herself. Moreover, these notes would be given out by drawing. Itâs very random and is also a way for the school to motivate the Year 3 students. Itâs your fault that you not only study well, but are also beautiful.â
Song Gui continued patiently.
âItâs not impossible for me to give you the notes.â Chu Ning smiled, with two delicate and white fingers quickly twirling the gel pen in her hand.
âCan I treat you to milk tea? Take it that Iâm begging you. The class teacher has told me about this. You donât want to see me get scolded, do you?â Song Gui suddenly said miserably. He knew that the soft approach worked better on Chu Ning.
âThen Iâll take it as doing you a favor?â
Chu Ning stopped twirling the pen. She lightly knocked on the table and continued, âOne more thing. Do my cleaning duties for a week.â
âIt canât be. Chu Ning, are you a medieval farmer? Youâre so good at exploitation.â Song Gui complained to himself.
âThen why are you getting Chu Ning to write so many notes? Isnât her time her own?â Xiaomi, who was at the side, proudly piped up for Chu Ning.
âOkay, okay, okay. I promise. I promise, okay? But Chu Ning, you have to write these blessings well. Donât be perfunctory,â Song Gui warned seriously.
âOkay, donât worry. You can go back to your seat.â
Chu Ning waved her hand impatiently. Her right hand had already started writing furiously.
Song Gui looked at Chu Ningâs expression and nodded with satisfaction.
At the same time, he also felt a little emotional. He actually admired Chu Ning a little.
Whether it was her studies, looks, or personality, Chu Ning was brilliant. And judging from the fact that the school leaders had asked Chu Ning to write the blessings, Chu Ningâs position in Jingyuan High School was almost unshakable.
The school leaders were her solid backing.