Qin Xin returned to school very late.
In the joyful play, she finally repaid a favor.
Mr. Nalan’s expensive life-saving dicine for Xiao Shuang, she returned it with more than ten tis its value, quietly.
You should know that others want her to do tests, but she may not necessarily have the ti.
After all, artificial intelligence is just a small hobby for her; her main profession is still focused on dicine.
In the dormitory.
Song Anjing was already hugging the "Ice Princess" dress designed by Q皇, sleeping contently.
She tried to clean up and wash quietly and quickly crawled into bed.
On the familiar small rosewood bed, her whole body relaxed.
Maybe it was because she had been running around all day, she slept till dawn without having that embarrassing dream, without eting the man in the dream who trapped her in the bathtub.
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That night.
Many in the Imperial City were sleepless.
So were slapped in the face at the high-end exhibition hall, their hearts aching, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
So were deeply apologetic and anxious towards the Little Sister-in-law, restless.
So held sheets of paper, staring at the flamboyant handwriting and arrogant critiques, their lips slightly curved, sleepless.
Qin Xin slept exceptionally well that night.
She didn’t even dream.
If Song Anjing hadn’t anxiously shaken her saying "Xinxin, you’re late, you’re late," she wouldn’t have woken up.
Ti was tight, she took a box of milk with Polygona odorata flavor given by Song Anjing for breakfast and rushed to the classroom.
Still ended up being late.
It’s Gou Dachun’s class again.
However, Gou Dachun has been busy dealing with so boys from class 1, who beca internet celebrities on Douyin; he was so overwheld that he didn’t bother Qin Xin.
As soon as Qin Xin sat down.
She noticed, huh, the seating arrangent changed.
The last row, she used to be alone.
Now, there’s soone else.
Right next to her, considered... her deskmate?
However, this deskmate is a bit odd, buried their face in their arms throughout the class... sleeping.
Well, great, the style of the last two rows is loving to sleep; the academic slackers.
Having a similar soul, not bad.
Qin Xin didn’t curiously probe into her new deskmate’s privacy; she spent the whole class writing and drawing with a pencil, her notes filled with strange symbols incomprehensible to others.
Ao Xinghao’s seat in the front row was empty, missing the guy biting on grass frequently turning back to "guide" her, always claiming she wrote her program code wrong; she was sowhat unaccustod.
At the end of the class.
The 190-pound whimpering creature wearing a dark green baseball cap happily bounced over: "Sister Xin, do I look good?"
Qin Xin: "... It’s alright."
The 190-pound whimpering creature sat in Ao Xinghao’s seat and reported to her: "Sister Xin, luckily you were late today, otherwise it would have been troubleso."
Qin Xin: "Hmm?"
"Early this morning, Brother Hu from the neighboring class was blocking the entrance, wanting to cause trouble for you! Later, he left disappointed when he couldn’t find you."
"What Brother Hu?"
"Just Hu Yi, the one who is very close to Qin Wenrou. I heard his family is quite wealthy. He doesn’t think highly of anyone except Qin Wenrou. I seriously suspect Qin Wenrou said sothing behind your back, asking him to co and take it out on you. Didn’t we embarrass Qin Wenrou in the exhibition hall yesterday? But strangely, he didn’t ntion Qin Wenrou this morning, only talked about the car issue. Sister Xin, do you have so dispute with his car? He’s quite the car enthusiast..."
"Oh."
Qin Xin didn’t take it to heart.
After all, just a kid from the next class, not even worth her attention.
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