My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 69 Stephie, You're Blake's Ideal Type

Elaine felt that she had overestimated herself, as well as Adrian and Myrna, the two related parties in the class. She didn't even think she would lose, and without any hesitation, she readily agreed. "Good! Just as you said!"

After speaking, she held the exercise book, hooked up the corner of her mouth, and revealed a mocking smile. "Ms. Benson, I'm waiting for you to give me the excellent class!"

The news of two class advisors arguing in the office quickly spread throughout the school.

In Class B, Abbey was the first to receive the news. As soon as she got the message, she ran to Stephanie as if she had won a lottery, to share the good news: "Stephie, Ms. Fowler and the class advisor of Class A have had a falling out. They've made a bet on the results of the start-of-term exams. If our class loses, Ms. Fowler has to apologize to Class A. If Class A loses, we'll become Class A from now on. Let's see how arrogant Myma can be then."

Stephanie was sorting through the documents in her hands. Upon hearing the news, she smiled, finding it to be good news indeed. She raised a faint smile and softly said, "I hope we can win."

Abbey said without hesitation, "Class A has two dead weights, we're sure to win. By the way, Stephie, are you preparing the script for a TV show?"

She looked at the various certificates of honor on Stephanie's desk and

15.03

69 Stephie.

kisa! Type

to be

to Hebbury College of Art, Luther

originally had her own online account, where she liked to

illusion of being

of "The Prettiest Candidate", Stephanie had evidently

invitations to her. The show that Stephanie was going to participate in

that Blake would also come

for three consecutive years. His good looks were earth-shattering,

die-hard, obsessed fan of Blake. Her house was filled with Blake's posters everywhere, and she wished she

so you could have close contact with Blake," she said, looking at Stephanie

Stephie, You're Blake's

envy. She added sarcastically, "My brother once said he likes the girl-next-door type, especially a sister who is obedient and gentle. Stephie, you are exactly his ideal type. If he falls in love with you at first sight, don't forget you already have Senior Lawson." Blake... Blake was nothing

imagined that scene, lowered her eyelids, hid the pride in her eyes, and comforted softly, "Don't worry, if there's a