Ugly Freaks Can't Be This Arrogant

Yao Dazhuang nodded vigorously.

Hu Yi was the number one wealthy playboy in the Medical School. Legend had it that his family provided year-round sponsorship to the school's laboratories. He was far wealthier than the Yao Family, and he was deeply entrenched in the social scene—not someone to be trifled with. If Lan Qingxin offended him, she wouldn't even know how she died.

He felt a twinge of regret for not chasing Lan Qingxin back just moments ago.

However, he also understood that the "trouble" a socialite like Hu Yi spoke of was different from their own definition. Only if Lan Qingxin provoked "that person"... would it truly count as "trouble."

Yu Xiaochun seized the opportunity to hand Brother Hu a workbook: "Brother Hu, she accidentally left this in the dorm. Since you're heading back to Class 1 for your lecture, could you do me a favor and bring it to her?"

Yu Xiaochun didn't specify who "she" was.

But it seemed everyone present knew exactly who "she" was.

Hu Yi agreed readily, his expression betraying a hint of admiration: "She's already doing such difficult review problems? We've only just started the introductory level of Anatomy, and she's already previewing sophomore material?"

Yao Dazhuang sighed: "Beautiful and talented—she is the true campus belle."

Yu Xiaochun smiled: "Don't just say it; everyone remember to go to the school forum and vote for her. Open a few extra burner accounts, okay?"

Just as everyone was chattering away.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Brother Hu, your tire..."

Hu Yi turned around, his expression shifting: "Damn! My new car!"

The brand-new tire on the rear of the gold-plated SUV had blown out! The once-gleaming rim in the center was crushed into a heap of dented scrap metal...

Which bastard did this?

Yao Dazhuang returned to the classroom, his head still spinning.

He vaguely remembered that before Lan Qingxin skipped class, she had kicked the rear of the SUV.

But, for a tire to blow out in such a miserable state...

It couldn't possibly have anything to do with Lan Qingxin, right?

Yu Xiaochun reminded him: "Class Monitor Yao, don't forget to add the ugly freak to the list of students who missed class..."

Before Yao Dazhuang could answer, he heard a loud "Bang!" at the classroom door.

The entire class fell silent for a moment.

The door swung open.

A girl with long hair obscuring her face, as thin and frail as a stalk of bamboo in the dead of winter, walked in carrying a pot of Winter Chrysanthemum as unsightly as she was.

With her hands full, Qin Xin had no choice but to kick the door open.

She glanced at the door panel with satisfaction; her control of force was spot on this time—she hadn't kicked it to pieces.

"Where is my seat?" she asked the nearest classmate, not lacking in courtesy.

The person looked as if they had seen a ghost and pointed toward the back.

The Department of Clinical Medicine at the Medical School was different from other departments; the curriculum was heavy and intense, attendance was strictly enforced, and seating charts were fixed and ranked by academic performance.

Because her grades were so poor, Lan Qingxin had been assigned to the very last row.

All alone, she was the only one there.

Qin Xin was quite satisfied.

She had spent most of the night practicing the Eight-Section Brocade and the Five-Animal Exercises to regulate the original owner's frail constitution, and then she had been forced into remedial lessons by the old man hired by her cheap brother early this morning. She was exhausted.

The back row was perfect for catching up on sleep.

She had originally planned to go to the Qin Family to handle some business, but after hearing Yao Dazhuang and the others mention that missing class would lead to failing, she thought about the original owner's pitiful background and terrible grades... and with a sigh, she turned back to attend class.

Since she had taken over someone else's body, she still had to be responsible for it.

Qin Xin didn't stand on ceremony; she slumped over her desk, used the Winter Chrysanthemum as a screen, and began to... catch up on sleep.

Little did she know.

The entire class was stunned.

How, how, how could this ugly freak be so arrogant?!

Yu Xiaochun bit her lip: "Class Monitor Yao, what do we do? She stopped skipping class..."

Yao Dazhuang, however, was staring at the classroom door, at the spot that had just been kicked—it was completely undamaged.

So, if she couldn't even break a flimsy door, the SUV couldn't possibly have been kicked in by Lan Qingxin, right?

He knew it; the ugly freak couldn't be that formidable.

Yao Dazhuang took a deep breath and sneered: "If she dares to come back and court death, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Yu Xiaochun glanced at a pinned profile picture on her WeChat and lowered her voice: "Class Monitor Yao, the campus belle just told me that some 'good stuff' was just delivered to the Class 1 biology lab. Why don't we use those 'good things' to teach the ugly freak a lesson..."

Yao Dazhuang's eyes lit up: "Let's do it!"