As soon as Qin Xin stepped out the door, she was suddenly struck on the forehead by a snowball!
Her forehead was already wounded, and if the bloodied hole got hit, the injury would worsen miserably.
A group of seven or eight people surrounded her, mocking her to the extre:
"Ugly people always act up. Why isn’t this ugly freak dead yet?"
"Does she actually think she can still take the exam?"
"Exam? With her IQ, does she want to drag down our class’s average score? This stupid loser, why doesn’t she just go back to the countryside!"
"She’s the disgrace of our Class 2!"
"Class monitor, hit her to death, see if she dares to co back again!"
Qin Xin coldly scanned the group of freshn in front of her.
Hmm, could the heavens be any harsher to her?
Making her reincarnate as an ugly freak?
A punching bag?
A stupid loser?
Qin Xin was a famous genius girl.
Entered university at sixteen through exceptional admission, already in her third year now.
Although the sa age as the original owner of the body, Lan Qingxin, she was technically Lan Qingxin’s senior schoolmate.
At this mont, looking at these freshn, she felt like she was looking at a group of insignificant little kids.
"Heh—"
A cold smile slipped from her lips, her gaze sharp, "Who threw that? Co out!"
The people who were just mocking her with loud voices all shuddered at this cold voice.
Only then did they realize that the snowball hadn’t hit Lan Qingxin’s wound at all.
Instead, sohow, it was firmly grasped in Lan Qingxin’s hand.
The manner was a bit arrogant, a bit fierce... if you ignored the face, there was actually a hint of charm!
Everyone was stunned for a mont, inexplicably blurting out, "Class monitor..."
Class monitor, it’s not that we want to sell you out, but this ugly freak suddenly seems a bit sinister!
Qin Xin’s gaze fell on the so-called class monitor.
The class monitor, Yao Dazhuang, shivered!
Ugh, Lan Qingxin’s ugly freak eyes were terrifying!
Just about to back down, a female student whispered a reminder to Yao Dazhuang, "Yao Ban, did you forget the secret Qin Wenrou from Class 1 told us..."
Yao Dazhuang imdiately perked up, righteously shouting at Qin Xin:
"Ugly freak, don’t think we don’t know you’re just an auditing student!"
"You didn’t even take the college entrance exam; you bought your way in. You don’t deserve to study at Imperial University, nor to be in our class!"
"You, with your stupid look, still trying to cozy up to our senior Lan Yingjun, don’t you have any sense of your own worth?"
Qin Xin watched coldly as Yao Dazhuang’s petty face grew irate. When the words "Lan Yingjun" appeared, her eyebrow raised slightly.
Her ex-boyfriend, Lan Yingjun?
The Lan Yingjun who conspired with Qin Wenrou to betray her?
And what’s his connection to this Lan Qingxin?
Could it be...
Just as she was pondering, Xiangxiang hurriedly rushed out, seeing Qin Xin surrounded, she was frightened, "Little Miss, let’s go back inside, don’t mind them; you’ll suffer if you do..."
Qin Xin asked, "Is Lan Yingjun my brother?"
If the scumbag was her cheap brother, that would be hilarious!
Xiangxiang shook her head in bewildernt, "No, Young Master Jue is your brother... Yingjun is just..."
Qin Xin squinted her eyes.
As long as the scumbag isn’t her brother, otherwise she’d be disgusted to death again.
Xiangxiang was constantly worried that Lan Qingxin would be bullied, carefully holding a small flower pot, "Little Miss, these are the winter chrysanthemums you’ve been nurturing lately, let’s go back to the ward to admire them..."
Trying every ans to persuade Lan Qingxin to stay away from these people.
Who knew.
Qin Xin gently brushed her hand over the winter chrysanthemum.
Her palm toyed with a few wilted, ice-encrusted petals.
Instead of returning to the ward, she turned around, stepped forward, standing atop the steps looking down at Yao Dazhuang, her gaze as icy as frost—
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