Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again! Chapter 121: Mr. Emperor Asked Her Out

Extra points for final exams?

Qin Xin paused, then replied, "No ti."

Ao Xinghao: "..."

The onlookers advised, "Forget it, God Ao. If Sister Xin doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to. Let’s work hard to organize review notes for her."

Everyone was serious and quickly started discussing thodically:

"There are 10 core courses and 4 electives for the final exams. We’ll form groups of three to focus on one subject and organize the notes so that Sister Xin can understand them at a glance!"

"Even if she doesn’t understand them, it’s okay. As long as she morizes them well enough to pass, that’s fine."

"Alright, let’s start pairing off. Subject representatives, please raise your hands..."

A 190-pound crybaby quickly raised his hand: "I’m the biochemistry course representative!"

Qin Xin: "..."

Seeing everyone starting to work together, assigning her morization tasks, Qin Xin felt her head was about to explode from the noise these kids were making.

She took a deep breath.

Closed her eyes.

Then.

"Boom—!"

The table shuddered, and the middle instantly caved in.

Then, from the center, visible cracks spread outward like a spider web over the wooden table.

Then, a few more cracking sounds followed by another "Boom—!", and the whole table collapsed into a pile of wood chips.

Oh my, Sister Xin is angry.

She looks so frightening when she’s angry!

Everyone imdiately shivered and fell silent.

Only Ao Xinghao squinted with bleary eyes from his hangover and chuckled, "Xin, don’t be so irritable. Let’s talk it out nicely..."

Qin Xin: "No need to talk. Sign up for that lousy competition."

If signing up for the competition would make these kids talk less.

Everyone was stunned.

Then they cheered:

"Ahhhh Sister Xin agreed to participate in the competition, now we can get extra points for the final exams, this is great, Sister Xin is one step closer to 60 points, so exciting!"

"I’m going to help Sister Xin prepare an experintal strategy!"

"I’ll help Sister Xin gather the competition secrets and question bank!"

"I’ll grab the front row seat and give Sister Xin signals during the competition!"

"I want to wear a pretty little dress and be the cheerleader for Sister Xin!"

"But it’s winter now, you can’t wear it."

"I don’t care, I still want to wear it and prettily be Sister Xin’s cheerleader!"

Qin Xin: "..."

Seems like they’re not talking less at all.

Can she back out of the competition?

Teacher Gou, who had just finished tidying up his teaching materials, was ready to leave but sneered after witnessing the scene: "Doesn’t this underachiever ever look in the mirror? As an underachiever with no self-awareness, damaging school property, how can she shalessly participate in the academy competition? If underachievers can earn extra points through competitions, I’ll write my na, Gou Dachun, backward!"

The 190-pound crybaby reminded him: "Teacher Gou, maybe you should check your betting money is still there, or you might lose it all and get kicked out of the house without even wearing boxers!"

"You... you brats trained by Ao ng, you’ve infuriated !" Gou Dachun left in a rage, face flushed and neck bulging.

Amidst the laughter, Qin Xin’s phone vibrated.

She thought it was the diligent and nagging Secretary Lu’s text ssage.

Casually opening it, it wasn’t Secretary Lu’s number, but rather an unfamiliar number that caused her a slight pause in breathing.

[Available tomorrow?]

The man’s tone was concise and commanding, seemingly felt clearly through the screen.

It was indeed Mr. Emperor, the man still exuding a strong presence despite being in a wheelchair.

Qin Xin mulled over it.

After a few minutes, instead of directly answering, she replied back with a question—

[Sothing up?]

The man responded quickly—

[Fitting for a gown size.]

Qin Xin’s breath caught!

He’s inviting her? How should she respond???

.