Qin Wenrou’s failing grades gave the whole of Class 2 a good laugh.
Qin Xin wasn’t surprised at all.
Qin Wenrou always had a weak foundation, and without her own notes and mock exams, it was hard for her to pass.
During this final exam period, so many things happened, and Qin Wenrou was too busy scheming and causing trouble to focus on studying properly.
And the mock exams I prepared this year were only given to the girls in Class 2.
So Qin Wenrou’s poor grades were expected.
The girls in Class 2 breaking into the top ten was also a foregone conclusion.
Everyone was happily chatting, counting how much money they had won.
The classroom door suddenly swung open with a "bang!"
Everyone turned around with a frown, sowhat surprised: "Lan Yingjun? What are you doing here?"
Lan Yingjun, already in his third year, wasn’t he supposed to rush downstairs imdiately after the final exam results were announced to comfort his girlfriend Qin Lianhua?
Why was he here in their freshman Class 2?
With a face full of anger, Lan Yingjun stord in, pushing aside the girls surrounding Qin Xin, standing directly in front of Qin Xin’s desk, and slamd his hand down hard: "Lan Qingxin, are you deliberately targeting ? Answer !"
Qin Xin’s eyes were calm: "You? Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that important."
Lan Yingjun gritted his teeth: "Stop pretending, you just can’t stand seeing do well, can’t stand seeing my company make progress, can you? Back then, your brother asked to tutor you, saying if you passed your exams, he’d continue investing in . And you? You deliberately scored a bunch of 59s!"
Initially, he was quite happy seeing that Lan Qingxin had gained 16 points from her community service, just enough to reach an average score of 60.
Who knew, when he excitedly called Lu Yi to share the good news, Lu Yi coldly replied:
"Mr. Emperor said that as a tutor, the performance tric for evaluating your work is the subject scores, unrelated to community service. An average subject score of 59 proves your tutoring is subpar! Young Master won’t invest a di more in your company."
Lan Yingjun’s heart instantly turned cold.
He didn’t even bother to check how many points Qin Wenrou scored, rushing directly to confront Lan Qingxin.
Qin Xin’s gaze grew colder: "Is that so? My brother is quite wise then."
For the first ti, that cheap brother did sothing intelligent by withdrawing all of his investnt from Lan Yingjun.
In the distance, in the rehabilitation training room of the Imperial University dical College, Nalan Ye Jue, who was practicing walking with difficulty, inexplicably sneezed three tis in a row—was soone talking about him behind his back?
Lan Yingjun’s handso face twisted with anger: "So you did it on purpose, deliberately scored 59 just to ss with ???"
Before Qin Xin could answer.
Ao Xinghao couldn’t hold back any longer: "Hey, you with the last na Lan, before, I didn’t beat you out of respect for Xin, but now you’re acting up right in front of Xin. Do you think I’m dead? Still dare to slam the desk in front of Xin? Do you have a death wish?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his long arm, pushing Lan Yingjun unceremoniously back a step with his palm.
Lan Yingjun stumbled: "You dare to lay hands on a senior..."
Before he could finish, Hu Yi, standing by, followed Ao Xinghao’s lead and punched Lan Yingjun, making him stagger back two more steps: "Yeah, we laid hands on you, what are you gonna do about it? Want to try laying a hand on us too?"
Their eyes, their taunts, were so arrogant that it almost made Lan Yingjun vomit blood.
"You...! I’m the Student Union president, don’t you have any respect for the Student Union?"
The boys of Class 2, following Ao Xinghao and Hu Yi’s lead, all circled around, protecting the girls behind them, punching and pushing Lan Yingjun toward the classroom door:
"Who do you think you are? Dare to cause trouble for Sister Xin?"
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