Real And Fake Young Lady: I Have Seven Brothers Pampering Me After I Transmigrated Chapter 583 Opportunity

"Tsk tsk, you're really all-rounded. I wonder whose bride you'll be in the future," a male student teased smilingly.

Another male student blinked and echoed, "I think his surna will be Yan?"

"What are you talking about? Chu Ning has to marry soone she likes." Xiaomi heard the two students' ribbing and quickly spoke up for Chu Ning.

"I think you might as well ask so questions. The final exam is coming up soon. Isn't it good to raise your scores?" Chu Ning rubbed her temples. She couldn't change the gossipy nature of these people.

Ti was so precious to her!

Every day after school, she was as busy as a spinning top. Even her sleeping ti had been reduced by a great deal. Her classmates were carefree... Reading books in school was a pleasure and form of relaxation for Chu Ning, but it was a torture for these people.

When they heard Chu Ning bring up the topic of studies again, these students, including Xiaomi, tacitly shut up.

They continued to chat, but they did not involve Chu Ning.

A difference in the level of thinking resulted in different attitudes.

In the eyes of many students, there was no longer any need for Chu Ning to co to class. The principal had to lower his head when he saw her, so what class was there to attend?

At this mont, two chefs in charge of washing the vegetables were washing the floating potatoes in a large basin.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the teachers in the teaching area were busy with class. The few canteens in the logistics departnt were also occupied with preparing lunch.

At this mont, two chefs in charge of washing the vegetables were washing the floating potatoes in a large basin.

"Xia Fei, what are you laughing about?" A fat chef who was scrubbing the potatoes asked curiously.

"It's nothing; I'm just a little rueful. We're all humans, but why were the teachers in these schools so respectable? They only need to attend a few classes a day, but their salaries were several tis that of ours," the chef nad Xia Fei replied.

"Then why are you still laughing?" The fat chef was even more confused.

"Otherwise? Do I have to cry?" Xia Fei scowled.

The fat chef sighed and said weakly, "That's not it. Sigh, this is sothing we can't be envious of. Who asked us to begin from a lower starting point than others?"

"Not necessarily. Who said that we can't suddenly strike it rich in the latter half of our lives?" Xia Fei suddenly changed his tone.

"You won the lottery? It's more important to scrub your potatoes and think about how to make today's potatoes more suitable for the students. Your wife only gives you a few hundred yuan of pocket money a month, and you think about these unrealistic things all day long." The fat chef pouted his thick lips and teased.

"Although I didn't win the lottery, it's almost the sa as winning the lottery. Anyway, there won't be any shortage of money," Xia Fei said seriously,

"You sold your house?" the fat chef asked in disbelief.

"My house isn't even worth a million yuan. So what if I sell it? Fatty Chen, can't you hope for to be better?" Xia Fei glanced at the fat chef and snapped.

"Then I really can't figure out what you did." The fat chef shook his head, and the fat on his cheeks swayed with this movent.

Xia Fei put down the potato and brush in his hands and spoke calmly, "Let's go out for lunch. It's on ."

"No. The canteen has free food. After being treated by you this ti, I'll have to treat you back next ti." The fat chef pouted and shook his head.

Xia Fei looked at the obstinate Fatty Chen and said feebly, "Why are you so stubborn... I'll treat you this ti, but you don't have to treat back next ti, okay? One more thing, I have sothing very important to tell you. It's not convenient to talk about it here."

"You can really bear to do so?" The fat chef looked at Xia Fei doubtfully. Clearly, he still did not quite believe that Xia Fei would be so kind.

The two of them usually had a pretty good relationship, and the fat chef felt that Xia Fei was acting a little out of character that day.

Xia Fei's wife had a tight reign over the allowance given to him, so the fat chef had more money at his disposal than the other.

"Don't worry, I'm not looking to borrow money from you," Xia Fei explained patiently.

If not for the fact that what he wanted to say subsequently was too important and required the cooperation of another party, he really didn't want to say it out loud. After all, the fewer people who knew about such a matter, the better.

"Alright then." The fat chef nodded and agreed.

At noon, in a small restaurant near Jingyuan High School, two chefs were drinking and chatting leisurely.