Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 177: Mr. Young Master Has Set His Sights on You!
The 190-pound Crybaby was a bit nervous: "Sister Xin, God Ao went to take a music theory level test today. He’s gone the whole day, and I’m worried..."
He was really worried that Hu Yi would come around after school at noon to give Sister Xin trouble.
That guy Hu Yi, with a complex family background, often hangs out with people from society. He himself acts like one of them, ready to fight at the drop of a hat.
Although Sister Xin recently took care of quite a few little troublemakers and big troublemakers at school, they’re all just students, after all.
If she gets into it with someone like Hu Yi, who has societal connections... he’s really worried about Sister Xin’s safety.
Why is God Ao absent at such a crucial time? It’s maddening!
As he was feeling nervous,
he heard Qin Xin calmly and lightly ask in return: "Why, are you worried Ao Chongchong won’t pass the music theory test?
The 190-pound Crybaby was stunned: "..."
Sister Xin, your thinking process really beats ordinary people, boo hoo hoo!
I’m clearly worried about you.
As he pondered how to explain his original meaning clearly, suddenly, a string of sarcastic ridicule sounded nearby:
"Ugly freak, you think covering your face means we can’t see you?"
"You’ve been gone the whole semester and only came back for exams now?"
"How much did your family pay to get you the auditing spot? You’re quite capable, so why didn’t they buy you a degree?"
"With your ugly appearance, you should be in a mental hospital. Who are you disgusting here in Class 2?"
"Being such trash, coming to deliberately drag down our end-term average score, huh? Truly shameless lunatic!"
"Have some sense, ugly freak. Get out of our Class 2 yourself!"
The 190-pound Crybaby stood up in anger: "Who are you talking about? Watch your mouth. You’re the ones who should get lost!"
Ever since Qin Xin led them to shut down those top students from Class 1, rendering them unable to lift their heads, almost everyone in Class 2 held Qin Xin in high respect, utterly convinced by her, even planning to team up and help her review lessons.
Nobody would say something like "ugly freak" anymore.
Now, who is so blind to dare say this to Sister Xin?
Sure enough, upon looking up, it was Yao Dazhuang along with fellow class committee members like Yu Xiaochun.
But this time, Yao Dazhuang was particularly righteous:
"I didn’t even mention Lan Qingxin; I was talking about this ugly guy. He’s a lunatic and shouldn’t be in our class. Our class committee plans to write a letter to the school unanimously, not allowing such people to take exams and drag down our scores! End-of-term grades affect the interests of every single one of us. I’m speaking on behalf of everyone!"
Yao Dazhuang pointed at Qin Xin’s new deskmate.
The boy who was "sleeping" while covering his face.
At this moment, surrounded by people scolding, the boy awkwardly lifted his head, shrugged his shoulders, and got up to leave.
The moment his face was exposed,
everyone in the class gasped.
Ugly.
Truly hideously ugly.
This kind of ugly was different from Lan Qingxin’s dark green birthmark on the forehead.
Lan Qingxin’s birthmark was a static ugly, not frightening, and recently, after getting used to it, it looked quite pleasing.
But this boy’s ugliness was dynamic, with facial features constantly twitching and contorting, looking extremely terrifying!
The 190-pound Crybaby was at a loss for words.
Instead, Qin Xin lightly raised her eyes, surprised the moment she saw the boy’s face.
Wasn’t this the little guy who was bullied by a few students from Class 1 near the bulletin board, who tried to video him?
Turns out he’s her new deskmate!
What’s the little guy’s name again?
As she was reminiscing, the old age mobile in her hand vibrated urgently with a "buzz buzz buzz."
It was the Santa Claus profile picture emergency calling her: "QUEEN, how did you offend Nalan Emperor? He’s investigating your background! It’s super urgent! What to do?????"
Qin Xin looked at this hot potato, her brow slightly furrowing.
Without lifting her head, she raised her hand: "Hold on, let me handle something. Everyone stay put and no one’s allowed to touch my deskmate!"
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