Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 101: Daring to Use Idioms Without Learning Chinese Well? [Face-Slapping in Preparation]
The classmates who came with Class 2 listened to their chatter, unable to get a word in.
Moreover, the data Yu Xiaochun read wasn’t made up; they secretly checked the school forum and saw that Qin Wenrou was indeed leading the vote for school beauty. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Even though they remembered not voting for Qin Wenrou.
Ever since the incident with the Disciplinary Department, their favorable opinion of Qin Wenrou had vanished, so it was impossible they voted for her.
How did Qin Wenrou manage to secure almost all the votes from both Class 1 and Class 2? Even if all the boys were as blind as Yao Dazhuang, it wouldn’t add up to 90 votes.
But the data was there...
"Could your votes be fake?"
The carefree young girl Song Anjing, sipping melon-flavored milk, bluntly questioned, "You’re just average-looking, not as pretty as my roommate Xinxin."
Qin Wenrou’s eyelid twitched slightly, and she pouted aggrievedly: "I swear there was no cheating."
She called Lan Yingjun in front of everyone, her voice coy: "Senior, my classmates suspect my votes, what should I do..."
Soon, Lan Yingjun arrived.
His face looked a bit gloomy, his nose clearly bruised, not the usual confident, graceful appearance.
Moreover, he didn’t seem to be here specifically for the voting issue; rather, it looked like he had some urgent matter to discuss with Qin Wenrou.
However, with everyone present, he couldn’t speak about it and simply replied, "Many of us in the third year voted for Wenrou. They’re my buddies; everyone can check the voting IDs on the forum."
So it turns out the senior had rallied his friends to vote dozens of times for Qin Wenrou.
As the student union president, Lan Yingjun indeed had this capability.
Everyone sighed with dissatisfaction.
They could only envy Qin Wenrou’s good luck in having such a strong backer.
After Lan Yingjun explained the voting issue, he turned and whispered, "What are you doing here? Come out, I have something to tell you..."
Qin Wenrou had a hard time pulling Lan Yingjun to back her up against Ao Xinghao’s pressure; she aimed to use the accusation of theft to completely crush Lan Qingxin today. How could she bear to leave?
She held onto Lan Yingjun’s arm, gently shaking it coquettishly: "Brother Jun, my sister’s heirloom was stolen by Lan Qingxin, I’m so upset. A virtuous man may suffer for his possessions; Lan Qingxin has really gone too far this time, will you seek justice for me..."
Lan Yingjun’s mind went blank, buzzing, and he dazedly asked, "What heirloom did you say?"
Today, he just discovered that the face of Qin Xin, who had passed away, appeared in the surveillance footage where a batch of medicines was stolen, and now Qin Xin’s heirloom is missing?
His heartbeat suddenly became incredibly fast!
He felt a sense of suffocation.
As Lan Yingjun’s mind was blank, trying to find a connection between these events.
A cold, sarcastic voice came from behind: "How dare you show off your literary knowledge without learning idioms properly? Do you know what’s said after ’A virtuous man may suffer for his possessions’?"
"What is it?" Qin Wenrou couldn’t help but ask.
As soon as she spoke, she realized the voice was somewhat familiar!
She quickly turned her head.
And met Qin Xin’s cold gaze!
Her heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, she avoided Qin Xin’s eyes.
She comforted herself inwardly, saying it wasn’t because this ugly person’s gaze was too sharp, but because the dark green birthmark on the ugly person’s forehead was too hideous and frightening, making her look away.
