The two ssed around with taking off their aprons and putting on clothes for quite a while, and finally managed it, panting.
"I have a class too!"
With a flushed face, Qin Xin put on her school uniform and hat, ready to leave.
Nalan Ye Jue couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her eager-to-escape expression: "I’ll take you."
"No, I’ll take the bus."
"The villa area is rather remote, there are no buses..."
Qin Xin: "..."
Turns out, Xiao Shuang also left with a driver earlier.
He insisted on taking her to school before heading to the company: "Let know when you’re done with classes, I’ll co pick you up."
Qin Xin waved her hand: "It’s exam week, I won’t be going back."
Nalan Ye Jue pondered for a mont: "Xiao Shuang might want to see you every day."
Qin Xin covered her face, unable to refute this excuse.
She pulled her hat lower, her ears faintly red, and feeling slightly frantic, said, "...We’ll see."
To avoid the man’s amused gaze, Qin Xin walked extrely fast, almost jogging back to her dorm.
She needed to put away her clothes and grab so things before heading to class.
Before she reached her dorm room, a girl approached her in the hallway and suddenly exclaid, "Qin Xin!"
Then, she rushed over, grabbing her hand and shaking it vigorously: "Xin, I missed you to death! I heard so rumors from Qin Wenrou earlier, I thought sothing really happened to you... that you died!"
Qin Xin patted the girl’s hand: "It’s fine now, don’t worry."
Hu Lingling’s eyes welled with tears, and she looked Qin Xin up and down for a mont:
"You’ve lost weight, and your face is so red, you must be tired, right?"
"While you were gone, I was really anxious. The national dical competition registration deadline is approaching, and without you, our Imperial University can’t form a decent team. We’ve been mocked to death by those idiots from the Royal Academy."
"I’ll register you right away to be our team leader, okay?"
"Also, your oboe is still with . Xiao Shuang said Qin Wenrou almost stole it to sell. That Bai Lianhua is truly too much!"
"Oh, and you’re definitely going to participate in the New Year’s concert now that you’re back, right? The orchestra can’t do without you."
Listening to Hu Lingling talk about all the urgent matters belonging to the identity of "Qin Xin," at this mont Qin Xin felt as if she was in a distant world.
She once again realized she was soone who had already died.
And died so suddenly, without any explanation, causing so much trouble for her friends and team.
The national dical competition was imminent, and there was a life-and-death struggle with the Royal Academy’s team.
And the Lark Orchestra’s New Year concert would be a ss without her...
If it weren’t for Lan Qingxin’s body, all of this would be nothing but illusions, impossible to salvage.
She moved her lips slightly: "I’ll recomnd a junior to you, Lan Qingxin from Class 2 of freshman clinical dicine. You can register her. I... have so things to do and won’t be around school recently."
Hu Lingling was startled, but soon nodded in understanding: "Okay, soone you recomnd can’t be wrong."
Qin Xin and Hu Lingling chatted for a couple more sentences, and then Hu Lingling, anxious to register Lan Qingxin for the national dical competition, bade her goodbye.
Qin Xin circumvented the corridor and stepped into the dorm room.
Not Qin Xin’s dorm room, but Lan Qingxin’s dorm room.
She had to go to classes for Lan Qingxin; after all, missing classes before the finals would result in a point deduction.
As soon as she pushed open the dorm room door.
Song Anjing, sucking on a box of sweet orange-flavored milk, rushed out: "Late, late, Xinxin, you scared us to death yesterday. We really thought you wouldn’t survive the car accident, and I was going to be a widow. Boo hoo... Xinxin, I’ll talk to you later, I can’t be late for my basics of pharmacy exam today. We can catch up over lunch!"
Song Anjing left in a flurry after leaving those words.
But Qin Xin sohow felt that sothing wasn’t right!
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