She Became an Ugly Monster, a Scapegoat, a Dumb Slacker

As soon as Qin Xin stepped outside, a snowball was viciously hurled at her forehead!

There was still an open wound on her forehead; if the bloody gash were struck, it would be disastrous if the injury worsened.

Seven or eight people surrounded her, sneering with extreme malice:

"Truly, ugly people make the most trouble. Why hasn't this freak died yet?"

"Don't tell me she actually thinks she can still take the exam?"

"The exam? With her IQ, does she want to drag down our class average? Why doesn't this stupid academic failure just roll back to the countryside!"

"She is the disgrace of Class 2!"

"Class Monitor, smash her! Let's see if she still has the face to come back!"

Qin Xin swept a cold gaze over this group of freshmen.

Hmph, could the heavens be any more petty toward her?

Letting her be reborn as a freak?

A punching bag?

A stupid academic failure?

She, Qin Xin, was a world-renowned genius girl.

She had been admitted to university at sixteen through a special exemption and was already a junior this year.

Although she was the same age as the original owner of this body, Lan Qingxin, in terms of seniority, she was actually a senior to Lan Qingxin at the same university.

Looking at this group of freshmen now, she felt as if she were looking at a bunch of insignificant brats.

"Heh—"

A cold sneer spilled from her lips, and her gaze turned sharp. "Who threw it? Get out here!"

Those who had been jeering at her in a cacophony of voices shuddered in unison, stung by that icy, clear tone.

Only then did they notice that the snowball from a moment ago hadn't hit Lan Qingxin's wound at all.

Instead, somehow, it had been caught firmly in Lan Qingxin's hand.

The way she held it was a bit arrogant, a bit ruthless... if one ignored her face, her aura was actually somewhat cool!

Everyone froze for a moment, then blurted out instinctively: "Class Monitor..."

Class Monitor, it's not that we want to sell you out, but this freak is suddenly acting a bit eerie!

Qin Xin's gaze shifted toward the so-called Class Monitor.

The Class Monitor, Yao Dazhuang, trembled!

Hiss, the look in this freak Lan Qingxin's eyes is terrifying!

Just as he was about to shrink back, a female student whispered a reminder in Yao Dazhuang's ear: "Monitor Yao, have you forgotten the secret that Qin Wenrou from Class 1 told us..."

Yao Dazhuang immediately perked up, shouting at Qin Xin with righteous indignation:

"Freak, don't think we don't know you're just an auditor!"

"You didn't even take the college entrance exam; you bought your way into school with money. You aren't worthy of studying at Imperial University, and you aren't worthy of being in our class!"

"With your stupid look, you still try to cozy up to our senior Lan Yingjun? Don't you have any self-awareness of what kind of trash you are?"

Qin Xin watched Yao Dazhuang's flustered, petty face coldly. When the name "Lan Yingjun" was mentioned, her eyebrows arched.

Her ex-boyfriend, Lan Yingjun?

The Lan Yingjun who hooked up with Qin Wenrou and betrayed her?

What is his relationship to this Lan Qingxin?

Could it be...

As she was thinking, Xiangxiang chased after her in a panic. Seeing Qin Xin surrounded, she was terrified: "Little Miss, let's go back inside. Please don't lower yourself to their level; you'll only suffer for it..."

Qin Xin asked: "Is Lan Yingjun my brother?"

If that scumbag is her cheap brother, that would be hilarious!

Xiangxiang shook her head blankly: "No, Young Master Jue is your brother... Yingjun is just..."

Qin Xin narrowed her eyes.

Hmph, as long as the scumbag isn't her brother, that's fine. Otherwise, she'd have to die of disgust all over again.

Xiangxiang remained worried that Lan Qingxin would be bullied, carefully holding a small flowerpot: "Little Miss, this is the Winter Chrysanthemum you've been tending to lately. Let's go back to the ward and admire the flowers..."

She tried every possible way to persuade Lan Qingxin to stay away from these people.

Who would have thought.

Qin Xin reached out and brushed the Winter Chrysanthemum lightly.

Her palm toyed with a few withered, ice-encrusted petals.

Instead of returning to the ward, she turned around, took a step forward, and looked down at Yao Dazhuang from the steps, her eyes cold as ice—