Qin Xin gently touched her slightly warm face.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she feel like the text from the man seed to be flirting with her?
Yet the man’s words were so gracefully elegant, you couldn’t pick out a hint of impropriety between the lines.
Qin Xin pinched her temples.
Maybe the posture explained in the image on page 250 of her pharmacology textbook was too scandalous, she might need to ntally recite a Heart Clarity Spell.
From the direction of the Pharmacy College teaching building, a figure ca darting over.
It was Song Anjing, who had just finished her evening classes, panting but with sparkling eyes: "Xinxin, do you know what’s going on in the school auditorium?"
Qin Xin: "No idea."
The 190-pound whimpering enthusiast eagerly chid in: "Sister Xin just got done reviewing several pathology experints and ca back to give so losers a hard ti, she hasn’t had a chance to check it out yet."
Song Anjing: "Oh, you guys must see this! I heard it’s a solo fashion design exhibition by the youngest and most affluent designer internationally. The the is Dream Wedding, it’s super super gorgeous! Do you know this designer is so famous that all the top female celebrities would love to kneel and call him ’daddy’ just to have him design a gown for them, so they can strut down the red carpet..."
Qin Xin’s phone had been vibrating nonstop. She looked down at the screen without responding.
The 190-pound whimpering enthusiast was more enthusiastic about the gossip: "I get it, I get it, it’s like that whole ’outshine other actresses’ kind of drama, right? My goddess Shen Bixue definitely wouldn’t beg him."
Song Anjing pouted: "Who says so? The cheongsam that movie queen Shen Bixue wore at Cannes, the one she beca famous for, was designed by him!!"
"Really?!"
"Of course! It’s not just the actresses, even the actors want his designs. Do you know film emperor Huo Qingtong? That seasoned actor still has to queue up to wear his tailcoat designs!"
"You’re making want to go see it! What’s the designer’s na, is it a guy or a girl?"
Song Anjing found a kindred spirit: "Q Emperor, definitely a super handso guy!"
The 190-pound whimpering enthusiast: "Tsk, if Shen Bixue and Huo Qingtong both have to cling to him, how co such an incredible designer would hold an exhibition at our Imperial University?"
Song Anjing smiled mysteriously: "Ah, see, you don’t know this — it’s said that Q Emperor graduated from our Imperial University. Our design departnt is top-tier internationally, so it’s only natural for Q Emperor to show his alma mater so face."
The 190-pound whimpering enthusiast: "Sister Xin, shall we go take a look?"
Song Anjing: "Xinxin, co on, let’s go, they’re setting up tonight, maybe we can sneak a peek at the VIP exhibition stuff! It’s not like anyone can just get a VIP ticket! Xinxin? Are you listening to us?"
At this mont.
Qin Xin was typing emails swiftly.
Secretary Lu for Mr. Nalan was bombarding her with emails again, sending her a bunch of "selected dress pictures," eagerly asking her to choose her favorite.
Qin Xin didn’t really want to engage, but out of politeness, she replied to an email: "They’re all quite average."
One can imagine, after getting such a blow, that Secretary Lu probably wouldn’t send any more, right?
After dealing with Mr. Nalan’s people.
Her dedicated social app was still flashing frequently.
A seductive woman with a fox spirit as her avatar.
An old uncle with a trophy as his avatar.
And a simple, sincere guy with a plain badge as his avatar.
Scrolling down, there was a long line of flashing avatars awaiting her response.
Qin Xin rubbed her temples and clicked on the honest-badge guy.
Honest-badge guy: [Master, where are you? We’ve already started setting up the exhibition. We’re definitely giving you a surprise this year!]
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