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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, replaceing 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

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said with immense envy, "You're so lucky, Stephie, to be able to be interviewed on the same program as Blake."

The Stark family was wealthy. After Stephanic was assured of her admission to Hebbury College of Art, Luther generously gave Stephanie a substantial amount of money, carning her the title of "The Prettiest Candidate".

Stephanic originally had her own online account, where she liked to share some delicious and fun things, plus some carefully selected selfies.

She was quite attractive and deliberately created the illusion of being a wealthy second-generation with positive energy, attracting many followers online.

With the hype around the title of "The Prettiest Candidate", Stephanie had evidently become a somewhat significant internet celebrity.

Some TV shows, seeing her popularity, extended invitations to her. The show that Stephanie was going to participate in was a talk show, specifically focusing on current hot topics.

It was said that Blake would also come for this issue!

Blake was the dream of countless young girls, ranking first in the entertainment industry's most desirable man to marry for three consecutive years. His good looks were earth-shattering, and coupled with his warm and humorous personality, many girls were hopelessly infatuated with him.

Abbey was a die-hard, obsessed fan of Blake. Her house was filled with Blake's posters everywhere, and she wished she could follow every single one of Blake's schedules.

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jealousy and 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 more than a celebrity, nowhere near as prestigious as her Lawsy's illustrious family background.

However, if the top star fell for her, even as a younger sister, she could still steal the spotlight. Stephanie imagined that scene, lowered her eyelids, hid the pride in her eyes, and comforted softly, "Don't worry, if there's a chance, I'll help you get his autograph." Abbey suddenly wasn't upset anymore, she jumped up happily "Really?"

"Really."

She held Stephanie's hand, as if she had already gotten the signature, "Blake likes your type, you will definitely get it!"

Almost simultaneously.

Class A also received this message.

Compared to the exuberance of Class B, the atmosphere in Class A was terribly depressed.

Only Myrna seemed to be unaware.

She had stayed up late last night, working through the night to finish the thing she had promised to Martin. It was already past three, and she had to be at school by seven in the morning. Myrna's eyes were filled with the dissatisfaction of not having had enough sleep. Chapter 70 First Place