Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 737 - 735 Unrequited Love 7_1

Chapter 737: Chapter 735 Unrequited Love 7_1

The goal of this draft was to become the student council president.

Therefore, it had to inspire a sense of heartfelt emotion, and ideally it should resonate with the audience. Once resonance was achieved, the students would naturally support Xu Zeming for president.

Having determined the writing requirements, Muxia began to write.

While writing, Muxia was meticulous, paying attention to every word and phrase. She had never been this serious, even when writing an essay for the elementary school entrance exam.

As a result, her efficiency was very slow.

It was past one in the morning, and Muxia was still revising the speech.

The cap of her pen had been chewed out of shape, faint tooth marks still visible. Her fine brows were furrowed tightly together, as she seemed to be grappling with some difficult problem.

Once she figured it out, she burst into laughter, seemingly overjoyed.

Across the way.

Jiang Qingchen saw that her room was still lit, and couldn’t help but frown.

It was so late; hadn’t she gone to sleep yet?

Normally her room was lit too, but the light was very dim, just the bedside lamp on. But today it was so bright, obviously the main bedroom light was still on.

His fingers brushed the phone next to him, Jiang Qingchen hesitated, but ultimately did not make the call.

Maybe she had already fallen asleep and had just forgotten to turn off the light.

If he recklessly called her, he might end up waking her.

Jiang Qingchen pressed his temples, which were starting to feel sour, and let out a wry smile.

From some perspectives, he really was quite like her old father, worrying about everything.

It wasn’t until the sky began to dawn that Muxia finally produced a satisfactory speech.

She picked up the paper, blew on it gently to help the ink dry faster.

Afterward, she carefully placed it between the pages of a book to keep it from getting wrinkled.

The alarm clock on the table was already approaching six o’clock. Muxia decided not to sleep at all. Since she was still in her school uniform, she just washed her face and headed downstairs.

When she arrived, Jiang Qingchen was just leaving his front door. Seeing her up so early, he couldn’t help but be surprised. His eyebrows raised as if he had discovered a new continent.

He even took a second look to make sure it was really her before he spoke, "Why are you up so early?"

Typically, he would have to wait a long time for her; she usually dragged her feet getting out of bed.

But today she got up so unusually early.

There must be a reason behind any abnormal occurrence.

Jiang Qingchen narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her carefully.

But a person who hadn’t slept all night was still excited, so at this moment Muxia was full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue.

Muxia, feeling guilty, looked away, not meeting his gaze, and hummed, "I went to bed early so I got up early."

Anyway, she definitely wouldn’t tell him she had been up all night.

If he found out, he would scold her like an old father would, and he would even ask her to take leave and rest at home.

But how could she do that? She still needed to give the speech to Xu.

"Oh..." Jiang Qingchen responded noncommittally, seemingly convinced, "Have you eaten?"

Compared to the previous topic, Jiang Qingchen was clearly more concerned about this one.

Muxia shook her head truthfully, "Not yet."

"Anyway, it’s still early. Let’s go to the snack street, have breakfast, and then go back!" Jiang Qingchen said, and added, "Skipping breakfast can easily lead to gallstones, the kind that are so painful they can kill!"

Muxia was quickly frightened, "Then I definitely need to have breakfast."

After having breakfast and arriving at school, Muxia, who had started the night full of energy without sleep, was now completely wilted, yawning one after another, with dark circles under her eyes, and her eyelids couldn’t help but droop together.

But the thought of not having handed the speech to Xu Zeming made her quickly slap her face or pinch her legs, using pain to stay awake.

Once the morning self-study was over, she hurried to the sports field.

The reason she went to the sports field was that Xu Zeming came here to play basketball every day.

When Muxia arrived at the sports field, Xu Zeming was also coming over with his basketball and his group of friends.

"Xu!"

Seeing him coming, Muxia bravely fought her shyness, greeted him with a red face and trembling lips.

"Muxia?" When he saw her, Xu Zeming immediately thought of the incident from yesterday when she had forgotten his name. A hint of warmth flickered in his eyes, he tossed the basketball to a friend next to him, and then walked towards her with a gentle smile, "What’s up? Is there something you need from me?"

His bright and youthful voice sounded so pleasant, as if it could even make one’s ears pregnant.

Muxia’s face turned even redder, her voice more stammering, "I... I heard you’re running for student council president, so I wrote a speech for you. I don’t know if it will be of any help."

She took out the carefully written speech from the night before and handed it to him, her face a mix of nervousness and hope.

"You wrote a speech for me?" Xu Zeming was slightly surprised that the girl had helped him once again, and after he took the speech and looked at it briefly.

Originally, Xu Zeming didn’t have high hopes for a speech written by a middle school student, but as soon as he read the content, his perception was instantly overturned.

This is written...

Really well!

Well-organized, impassioned, and moving.

Better than the one he had paid someone to write by several times!

Muxia, seeing that he remained silent, thought that her speech wasn’t up to his standard. The hope in her heart began to fade bit by bit like a deflating balloon, wilting and tinged with a hint of disappointment, "Senior, is it that what I wrote is no good? If not..." Forget it.

After all, she was a middle school student, how could what she wrote meet his standards?

Just as she reached out to take the speech back, she heard Xu Zeming say with a smile, "Junior, you’re too modest. What you wrote is very good, much better than what I wrote. I believe with your speech, I can surely stand out and win the position of president."

As he spoke, he folded the speech carefully and put it in his pocket.

"I, I, I really wrote it well?" Muxia had not expected a complete 180-degree turnaround. She became excited, her face flushed, and her heart started to thump wildly again as she couldn’t help but confirm once more.

"Of course, it’s true!" Xu Zeming’s expression was even more cheerful, and he noticed the faint shadows under her eyes and the tiredness enveloping her demeanor, as if she hadn’t slept all night.

"I suppose you must have stayed up for a while to write this speech, right? You’ve really worked hard." He asked tentatively, suddenly feeling a peculiar sensation in his heart.

This silly girl, with time still left before the elections, why was she in such a hurry?

"It’s not hard, I didn’t stay up very long," Muxia said, smiling and shaking her head.

The joy of being recognized by the person she liked had long surpassed all the hardships.

So not only did Muxia not feel the task was arduous, but she even found it very sweet!

"Then... why did you write the speech for me?" Xu Zeming hesitated, but still couldn’t help asking.

He even had a faint suspicion in his heart.

Could this girl have developed a liking for him?