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.

"Xiao Zhang, this is the chance your sister gave you to stand up again. You must cherish it and don't waste her efforts."

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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.

"School 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?"

Song Gui said rather ingratiatingly.

"Song Gui, is this how you beg me to do something? I didn't even say whether I would agree or not, and you've simply placed this small stack of notes in front of me. Also, don't call me the school belle. I don't like to hear it."

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 didn't have much effect.

"Don't, Chu Ning. We are good friends. You know, the school told our class teacher about this again. The class teacher didn't want to call you to the office for such a small matter, so this could only fall to me. I can't do anything about it."

Song Gui said, with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Didn't you consider my time? There are so many notes, and it'll take me the whole morning to finish writing them all. Besides, isn't our message anonymous? How come mine is made public?"

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 wouldn't 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.

"Your 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. It's very random and is also a way for the school to motivate the Year 3 students. It's your fault that you not only study well, but are also beautiful."

Song Gui continued patiently.

"It's not impossible for me to give you the notes." Chu Ning smiled, with two delicate and white fingers quickly twirling the gel pen in her hand.

"Can I treat you to milk tea? Take it that I'm begging you. The class teacher has told me about this. You don't want to see me get scolded, do you?" Song Gui suddenly said miserably. He knew that the soft approach worked better on Chu Ning.

"Then I'll take it as doing you a favor?"

Chu Ning stopped twirling the pen. She lightly knocked on the table and continued, "One more thing. Do my cleaning duties for a week."

"It can't be. Chu Ning, are you a medieval farmer? You're so good at exploitation." Song Gui complained to himself.

"Then why are you getting Chu Ning to write so many notes? Isn't her time her own?" Xiaomi, who was at the side, proudly piped up for Chu Ning.

"Okay, okay, okay. I promise. I promise, okay? But Chu Ning, you have to write these blessings well. Don't be perfunctory," Song Gui warned seriously.

"Okay, don't worry. You can go back to your seat."

Chu Ning waved her hand impatiently. Her right hand had already started writing furiously.

Song Gui looked at Chu Ning's 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 Ning's position in Jingyuan High School was almost unshakable.

The school leaders were her solid backing.