The Aristocrat High School Student Council * Chapter 47

  I am someone who has been struck by a certain memory...

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  Lan Qingruo, Yan Xujian and Bai Xingchen immediately rushed back to their positions and picked up their respective tools.

  "Hey, Yan Xuejian, try this time." Lan Qingyu said aloud to Yan Xuejian.

  "Qing Ruo, why are you always making us do things, can't you just do it yourself?" Yan Xu replied with a bitter face.

  "Really can't..." Yan Xuejian's words were actually not wrong, she seemed to have never thought that she should also be considered, Lan Qing said with some embarrassment.

  "I won't be able to either, Qingruo, you just do it, no matter what kind of thing you come up with, as long as you can come up with something!" Yan Xujian continued.

  "Lan Qing didn't know how to refute Yan Xuejian's words, but she knew that Yan Xuejian and Bai Xingchen were both dangerous people. At least she wouldn't use the oven to blow things up like they would, so it seemed like she was a bit better than them."

  "Alright..." Lan Qingyu seemed to have agreed.

  He cracked his head to beat the eggs, and the egg liquid splattered all over him. The handsome guy's demeanor was completely gone. He poured out some flour, and the flour flew everywhere. The three of them were coughing desperately in the flour.

  "Cough, cough...... Qingruo, you be a little gentler......" Bai Xingchen reminded extremely helplessly, they were really two of a kind.

  "Oh." Lan Qingyu replied with a hint of embarrassment amidst the flying flour in the sky.

  Although he agreed with Bai Xingchen to be gentle, his hands were heavy again, and the flour spilled out once more. His face and body were covered in a layer of white powder.

  "Lan Qingruo, you're really clumsy!" Bai Xingchen said irritably, running over and snatching the thing out of Lan Qingruo's hand.

  "You're still saying that you and Yan Xuejian can't even use an oven!" Lan Qingru immediately retorted to Bai Xingchen.

  "It's almost done, I'll come and help too. At least I can still fry eggs." Yan Xun's first half of the sentence was barely acceptable, but it would have been better if he hadn't added the second half.

  "Can you two speak more pleasantly?"

  Bai Xing Chen held a white bag of flour in his hand, slightly bent at the waist, and gently poured the flour into the bowl. Yan Xu Jian's movements were a bit clumsy as he beat the eggs, but they didn't lose any elegance, and beating the eggs was still a perfect scenery.