The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 132: Lowering the Score

Chapter 132: Lowering the Score
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhou Qiu loved beautiful women with long black hair. When he saw Cheng Yi, it was as if he had seen his first love. Cheng Yi smiled gently, and the entire cafe lit up.
Zhou Qiu spoke softly, afraid to offend the beauty’s sensibilities, “So you’re Xue’er’s friend. Xue’er has often mentioned you to me. What’s the matter? Is there something you need from me?”
Cheng Yi bit her lip, bundled emotions spilling forth. She pretended to be in a difficult position. “I wanted to talk to you about the cooking class…”
“What’s wrong with the cooking class?” Zhou Qiu asked, patiently coaxing the words out of Cheng Yi.
Cheng Yi mustered up her courage and looked Zhou Qiu in the eyes. “I was the one who ruined the ingredients. I didn’t want Xue’er to get hurt.”
“Why?” Zhou Qiu was stunned.
“It’s like this,” Cheng Yi began, “There’s a student in our class called He Jing. She’s very good at cooking, but Xue’er insists on making things difficult. Xue’er said many things that might come back to bite her and even made a bet with Student He Jing. She said she would jump out of the building if she lost. I couldn’t bear to see Xue’er lose face in front of the whole class, so…
“Brother Zhou, is there anything you can do?” Cheng Yi fluttered her long eyelashes, looking extremely pitiful.
“He Jing knows how to cook?” Zhou Qiu was stunned.
Didn’t Xue’er say He Jing could not cook? Why was He Jing pretending otherwise?
Cheng Yi replied with certainty, “I’m sure Student He Jing is very good at cooking. Cousin Zhou will know when we have cooking class later. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Cheng Yi seemed so sincere that Zhou Qiu could not help but take things at face value, falling silent. Thinking of Zhou Xue’er’s usually impetuous, pampered, and domineering personality, he felt that Cheng Yi was telling the truth.
After thinking about it carefully, he nodded seriously and said, “Alright, I understand. I’ll give He Jing a lower score so that her grades will be more or less like Xue’er’s. This way, Xue’er can keep her face, and He Jing won’t be unhappy.”
After all, Zhou Xue’er’s cooking was not half bad.
Zhou Qiu believed he could mitigate the conflict between the two girls if he handled matters well.
Cheng Yi smiled sweetly when she saw she had achieved her goal. “Cousin Zhou is so good to Xue’er. If only I had a brother like you…”
Zhou Qiu looked at Cheng Yi again, his heart burning. Almost instinctively, he said, “I can be your godbrother. Let’s add each other on WeChat.”
Times passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was Friday, and Zhou Xue’er had not slept well for two consecutive days.
She feared something would go wrong in the cooking class, so she pestered Zhou Qiu several times via WeChat. Only after Zhou Qiu could not take it anymore did he promise Zhou Xue’er that all would go well.
He Jing was already ready and waiting when they arrived at school. She still looked completely indifferent to the predicament she was in.
Zhou Xue’er sneered and thought to herself, ‘She must be pretending. I’ll rip her facade apart.’
Little did she know that He Jing was already thinking about the topic of this cooking class and what she should do.
She asked Yan Hanxi. Yan Hanxi deliberately teased her. “Miss Merit Student, are you nervous?” he asked.
He Jing’s expression did not change. “This is related to your good fortune,” she replied calmly. If you’re unwilling to tell me, then forget it.”
Yan Hanxi raised his eyebrows. “From what I know, it’s probably something like French cuisine.”
He Jing was speechless. “French food again. What about Chinese food? Chinese food is delicious!”
Yan Hanxi laughed. “Yin High School is an elite school, after all. They won’t let the teachers teach students how to stir-fry shredded cabbage and braised eggplant. That would be tasteless, not to mention all the oil and smoke it would create. I doubt many students would be willing to take cooking lessons if they had to suffer through that.”
He Jing thought about it. That made sense. She cooked a lot of French food, so it should not be a problem..