Qin Xin’s words "Don’t touch my deskmate" made Yao Dazhuang and the others shrink back a little.
But they still refused to leave.
If they couldn’t drive away Lan Qingxin, the ugly freak, could they not drive away Huo Zhen, the ugly thing?
Their joint letter as class committee mbers, the school absolutely cannot ignore.
They anxiously watched Qin Xin, seeing her fiddling with that old, broken phone that looked like a relic, a touch of sarcasm on their lips.
At this mont.
Qin Xin was sending a ssage responding to Principal Zhou’s urgent call: "I haven’t offended Mr. Nalan. Why is he investigating ?"
Principal Zhou: "Didn’t you go to his lab last night? You specifically told not to tell him, and then in the middle of the night he called , scared the life out of this old man... midnight horror call..."
Qin Xin: "You answered?"
Principal Zhou: "No! I played dead, haha... Anyway, this old man sleeps soundly at night, it’s understandable not to answer... But he just called again!"
Qin Xin: "Stick to the point."
Principal Zhou: "Ahem, ahem, the point is, he asked how to address you... I couldn’t answer!"
Qin Xin: "..."
Principal Zhou tentatively suggested: "How about you tell him yourself that you are Queen?"
Qin Xin: "Are you looking to die?"
Principal Zhou imdiately sent a shivering emoji: "Queen, Mr. Nalan is really different, his intelligence network is powerful, I worry that his investigations might not be good for you. Besides... wouldn’t it be better to use your real identity with him, he’s powerful, with lots of resources, if you beco his person, he won’t mistreat you..."
Qin Xin: "Are you looking to die?"
Principal Zhou quickly sent a of a dog holding its head: "Queen, don’t be angry, I’m just suggesting, everything is up to you, I absolutely won’t dare to reveal your na on my own!"
Qin Xin: "Na, I’ll get back to you later."
It’s just about crafting a fake identity, it’s a matter of minutes, but right now she had other things to handle, couldn’t spare the ti for now.
She first cald down Principal Zhou, who was frightened by Mr. Nalan.
Only then did she put away her phone, lifting her eyes casually, looking at Yao Dazhuang and the group: "Speak, what do you want with my deskmate?"
Yao Dazhuang: "To get this ntally ill ugly freak out of here..."
Qin Xin interrupted him, pointed at Huo Zhen: "Him, I’m covering for him."
Huo Zhen suddenly looked up, sowhat surprised, almost incredulous, but did not refute, just quietly looked at Qin Xin, his twitching face and arm inexplicably gradually calming down.
Yao Dazhuang kept babbling: "We’re going to write a joint letter to report him affecting our studies..."
Qin Xin impatiently tapped the table: "Don’t you understand human language? My deskmate, not your concern?"
Yao Dazhuang shrunk back a bit.
He looked in horror as Qin Xin’s desk, under what seed like a light tap from her just now, started to crack from the center to countless tiny cracks all over the edges...
Next second.
"Bang—!" A loud noise.
The desktop shattered into pieces.
If not mistaken, this was the second ti Qin Xin had smashed the desk.
Currently, this desktop was specially customized for Qin Xin by Ao Xinghao, made of rosewood, both expensive, beautiful, and sturdy.
Just shattered, shattered, shattered...
Yao Dazhuang swallowed hard, his tone noticeably more ek, still with a trace of stubborn defiance: "Why can’t we just say the truth about your deskmate’s condition..."
Qin Xin snorted coldly: "You love talking so much, want to go say it on TikTok?"
Yao Dazhuang: "You, you, what do you an by that?"
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