Imperial University.
Student Dining Hall 2
Qin Xin, head down, was quickly replying to ssages from the Red Society President, Hong Jingtian, while randomly picking a few dishes.
Today, class ended early, and it was just as the dining hall was at its busiest.
Xiangxiang, who was responsible for manning a serving window, only had ti to deliver a small pot of specially prepared dicinal soup to Qin Xin before returning to her position.
Ao Xinghao was invited to the athletics departnt right after school, where they begged him to help coach the winter swimming team in preparation for the upcoming school winter gas.
Without the clingy Ao Xinghao following her around, Qin Xin was left alone.
No one approached her. Everyone avoided the "ugly duckling" with strange and disdainful looks. Alone, she sat by a remote window in the dining hall, slowly eating her lunch at a table ant for more.
After being offline for a few days, the number of people trying to reach her was overwhelming.
And that was without even logging into her main WeChat account.
If she did, the people at Qin Company would probably be in an uproar.
On a secondary chat account, an avatar of a white-bearded Santa Claus was flashing repeatedly.
Qin Xin pinched her brow and clicked on it.
"QQQ, urgent call! The big shot who developed the robot wants to see you in person!"
"Kid, this is soone with a unique status who never ets just anyone, you must co!"
"He wants it soon. Maybe you should consider giving him priority?"
"As long as you’re willing to give feedback on his smart product, you can na your price. Money is no object for soone of his stature."
"Kid, I know your identity is sensitive right now. That dical paper caused quite a stir, and too many have their eyes on you. You can’t just go out and et anyone, but this is different. Helping this big shot would be hugely beneficial for your future connections..."
"QQQ, if you don’t answer soon, my beard might fall out from worry over you. Wouldn’t your conscience hurt...?"
"Give him priority? Hmm?"
"QQQ!"
Qin Xin held her head.
What kind of people did she know?
Hong Jingtian, President of the Red Society, a middle-aged uncle, acted cute with her every day, calling himself "your most loyal little cutie."
The principal of the Royal Academy, an old man over fifty, would even resort to emotional manipulation just to get her to work for them.
Old Man Zhou’s beard, as lush as Santa’s, would take a million plucks to fall out completely.
Trusting him would be insane.
Qin Xin flipped through her schedule.
With the stress of final reviews and an overloaded course schedule, she could only leave the campus on weekends or at night... But she needed her face masks at night to keep her original face bright and beautiful.
"Next week then."
She replied with those three simple words.
The other party imdiately sent a barrage of ssages.
Qin Xin: "..."
Why do old folks type ten tis faster than she does? It feels like the second-hand phone from her brother is an old-tiy one compared to theirs which seed like a smartphone!
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Lan Yingjun and Qin Wenrou walked into the cafeteria.
They saw Qin Xin holding chopsticks in one hand and scrolling her phone with the other.
Eating while scrolling on the phone—
A classic example of a failing student’s behavior.
Qin Wenrou shook her head and sighed: "Senior, you know her, right? She’s the worst in class 2, dragging the whole class’s end-of-term scholarship down..."
Lan Yingjun frowned.
Young Master Jue tasked him with tutoring. If Lan Qingxin doesn’t study hard and fails the exams, he’d be in big trouble, and Young Master Jue would pull all his investnts!
The girl didn’t even consider others.
He marched over.
Qin Wenrou imdiately regretted it.
Her original intention was to show the senior how disappointing Lan Qingxin was, hoping the senior would dislike her more.
Why did the senior look nervous and concerned instead?
Had she known this would happen, she wouldn’t have said anything!
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