This Trash Student is Too Much!

The Dean leaned in close to Bai Chi's ear and muttered, "That Lan Qingxin is notorious among the freshmen for being a total loser; she ranks dead last in every exam. I expect she'll be expelled after these finals... It just goes to show that our Imperial University is fair; you can't survive here if your grades are poor."

Bai Chi expressed his deep agreement, "I'm relieved to hear you think so too."

Lan Qingxin was exactly the same as before.

Still just as trashy.

And, it seemed, even uglier...

Looking at the hideous dark green birthmark on Lan Qingxin's face, Bai Chi couldn't help but shudder.

Jue's IQ was so high; he would never waste time on a little piece of trash, let alone refuse to sell robots to him over her and jeopardize their twenty-year friendship.

Yes, even if the eternal iceberg Jue started taking an interest in women... he could always play matchmaker and introduce a few high-IQ, brilliant beauties to Jue, hehe.

Like the young CEO of the Gong Family, Gong Niannian, or the little beauty from the Huo Family, Huo Yangyang...

Inside the hospital room.

Qin Xin raised her eyes, sweeping a faint glance at Bai Chi's departing back.

The young master of the Bai Family.

When she was in charge of the Qin Family's industries, her main focus was the pharmaceutical business, and she had secretly investigated all the medical giants in the empire; the Bai Corporation was, of course, no exception.

According to the investigation, there wasn't a girl the young master of the Bai Family couldn't woo, yet there wasn't a single business venture he had ever made a profit on.

Why would this idiot be paying attention to Lan Qingxin?

Qin Xin bit into another Winter Chrysanthemum; the faint, sweet fragrance of medicine and flowers lingered together.

She raised a small mirror and noticed that the edges of the dark green birthmark on her forehead were beginning to fade.

The detoxification effect was quite good.

Of course, it would be even better if she had more of the natural bezoar and dog bezoar ingredients.

"I'll have to find time to return to the Qin Corporation," she mused silently. "The precious medicinal herbs accumulated over so many years shouldn't be left for Qin Wenrou and Lan Yingjun to squander."

The old teacher stared with resentment at Qin Xin, who was daydreaming in class and, despite being hideous, kept holding up a small mirror to check herself: "..."

This academic failure was going too far!

Stare~!

Three days later.

The wound on Qin Xin's forehead had scabbed over, and she was cleared for discharge.

The doctor wanted to remove the gauze, but Qin Xin refused.

Instead, she wrapped the gauze around her forehead an extra layer thicker and let her long hair down, covering almost half of her face.

Xiangxiang thought with a pained heart: Little Miss must be afraid that her classmates will mock her for being ugly.

"Little Miss, if anyone talks about your face... just treat them like... a lunatic spouting nonsense, okay?"

Qin Xin: "Mm."

She had been taking the detox prescription for three days, and the birthmark had faded significantly, leaving the skin on Lan Qingxin's face much fairer.

If she revealed her face too easily, it would indeed scare a group of people out of their wits.

Therefore, she had to keep it hidden for now.

Xiangxiang was still worried: "Little Miss, please attend your classes with peace of mind. I'll be working part-time in the cafeteria, so you can call me whenever you need. If anyone bullies you, Young Master Jue..."

Qin Xin raised an eyebrow. Her cheap brother was making her maid work a side job; what a stingy miser, such a big CEO and yet so frugal.

She stepped away, waving her slender hand casually behind her: "Take care of my plants."

The Winter Chrysanthemums on the windowsill bloomed as hard as they could: "..."

Xiangxiang was bewildered: "..."

Why did Little Miss always interrupt her whenever Young Master Jue was mentioned?

Little Miss wasn't like this before.

Qin Xin didn't leave to go to class; she intended to return to the Qin Family.

But.

Just as she stepped out of the school gate, a Mercedes-Benz came speeding toward her and "Swoosh!"—it screeched to a halt right in front of her.

It was only a hair's breadth away from crushing her toes.

--[Bedtime Skit]--

Young Master Jue: Why weren't you listening in class?

Lord Qing: I'm ugly, I didn't want to scare the teacher.

Young Master Jue: Why aren't you doing the problems?

Lord Qing: Because I'm trash.

Young Master Jue (suppressing his rage): Why did you get into a fight?

Lord Qing: Oh, that? Because I'm weak.

A group of classmates with heads broken by her glared at her with resentment.

The ugly, trashy, and weak Lord Qing spread her hands innocently: Believe me, I really didn't use any strength. Sigh, being a person is just too hard.

[Stupid Author: Goodnight kiss! Fairies, remember to check in, vote, and leave a comment.]

[To be honest, just now when I typed the words "goodnight kiss," I teared up. Perhaps it's because I've kept you all waiting for too long. I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry.]