Queueing Up to Apologize, What a Spectacle!

Secretary Lu was so shocked that he stood frozen in place for a full minute.

His right hand remained locked onto the doorknob, unable to move, while the business card of Nalan Ye-Jue held in his left hand nearly slipped to the floor!

The parents inside the room were even more unsettled.

The video evidence was too damning, the slap to their faces too painful; there was simply no room for rebuttal.

Demanding that Lan Qingxin be expelled was impossible; they should be burning incense in gratitude if she didn't force their own children to drop out.

But the problem was...

Everyone stole glances at Lan Qingxin's expression; that cold and arrogant look didn't seem like someone who would easily forgive them.

The group exchanged looks, then piled on smiles, their expressions changing faster than a mask-changing performance:

"Little classmate Qingxin, actually... that... it was all just a misunderstanding!"

"It was our child who was ignorant, he lied, I'll go home and beat him to death!"

"Right, right, those little brats fell down on their own, it has nothing to do with you, sorry for the disturbance."

"Exactly, exactly, little classmate Qingxin looks like such an upright, disciplined student, how could she possibly fight?"

Except for Mrs. Yao, who remained silent with a livid face, the other parents scrambled to change their tune and beg for forgiveness.

Qin Xin's gaze swept across the room with indifference.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat with her gaze, as if they were riding a high-speed roller coaster.

No one could figure out what this girl was thinking.

The old Dean, who had been invisible until now, suddenly cleared his throat: "You lot, just admitting your mistakes isn't enough, don't you need to apologize?"

The parents realized what was happening and, knowing how to play the game, hurriedly bowed to the thin but imposing young girl:

"We are sorry, little classmate Qingxin!"

"We are sorry!"

"We are sorry!"

This spectacular scene of people lining up to apologize nearly made Secretary Lu and Xiangxiang, standing outside the door, drop their jaws!

After apologizing, one parent nervously displayed a mobile payment QR code, asking earnestly and politely: "Little classmate Qingxin, my brat accidentally hurt you, I don't know if fifty thousand yuan for nutrition is enough?"

Qin Xin glanced at it indifferently: "Leave."

She rejected several parents in succession.

The parents became even more anxious.

If she wouldn't take the money, was this the rhythm of forcing their brats to drop out?

Fortunately, the old Dean waved his hand: "Little classmate Qingxin told you to leave, do you still want to stay and be lectured?"

The parents finally breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat soaking through their collars without them even realizing it.

It was Mrs. Yao's turn.

She held back a belly full of anger and spat out three sarcastic words: "...sorry."

She was very unconvinced.

A lousy video was enough to dismiss them?

But since everyone else had caved, she couldn't keep making a scene on her own. Anyway, even the Dean had relented; no compensation and no expulsion were needed, so she would just go through the motions and apologize to that ugly freak.

Qin Xin raised an eyebrow faintly.

Just when everyone thought she would forgive Mrs. Yao and reply with another "Leave."

She spoke in a flat, indifferent tone: "Nutrition fee, four hundred thousand."

Mrs. Yao blurted out: "On what grounds!"

Why did she have to pay four hundred thousand when no one else had to pay a cent?

Qin Xin wasn't in a hurry; she slowly brushed a lock of hair from her forehead.

Her slender fingers tapped the thick gauze on her forehead.

The crowd suddenly realized: "Hiss..."

That wound looked quite gruesome.

Moreover, head injuries were difficult to heal, and no one knew if there was nerve damage; while four hundred thousand for medical expenses was expensive, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.

Mrs. Yao panicked: "I can't be the only one paying, everyone should split it!"

It wasn't just her son, Yao Dazhuang, who had been fighting.

Qin Xin said righteously: "The others' Snowballs didn't hit me. Besides, their apologies were sincere."

The parents nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes!"

The looks of fear they held for Qin Xin were suddenly replaced by a bit of respect.

Mrs. Yao's face turned a bruised purple: "..."

Only Xiangxiang, outside the door, was completely confused. That wasn't right; the serious injury on Little Miss's forehead was clearly caused by the previous car accident, not by a snowball...