Did Eldest Brother Send a Flip Phone?

Imperial University.

Student Cafeteria No. 2.

Qin Xin lowered her head, hurriedly replying to messages from President Hong Jingtian while grabbing a few random dishes.

Classes ended early today, and the cafeteria was at its busiest.

Xiangxiang was still responsible for serving food at one of the windows; she only had time to deliver a small, separately brewed medicinal soup to Qin Xin before rushing back to her post.

As soon as school ended, Ao Xinghao had been whisked away by the university's sports department, begging him to guide the winter swimming team's training in preparation for the upcoming campus winter games.

Without Ao Xinghao, that clingy pest, following her around, Qin Xin was on her own again.

No one approached her. Everyone avoided the "ugly monster" with strange, disgusted looks, keeping their distance. She sat alone at a table by a secluded window in the cafeteria, slowly enjoying her lunch.

Having finally come online after disappearing for a few days, the number of people looking for her was too high to reply to.

And that wasn't even counting the main WeChat account Qin Xin usually used, which she hadn't even logged into.

If she logged into that one, the people at Qin Corporation would probably flip out.

On her secondary chat app, the avatar of a white-bearded Santa Claus kept flashing, and flashing.

Qin Xin pinched the bridge of her nose and tapped it open.

"QQQ, emergency call! The big shot who develops robots has decided to meet you in person!"

"Little one, his status is extraordinary. He never meets people easily; you must come!"

"He wants to meet as soon as possible. Could you consider squeezing him into your schedule?"

"As long as you are willing to help provide feedback on his smart products, name your price. Money is simply not an issue for a big shot at his level."

"Little one, I know your status is sensitive lately. That medical paper was too sensational, and there are too many people eyeing you. You can't just go out and meet people, but this time is different. Helping this big shot will be a huge benefit to your future connections..."

"QQQ, if you don't reply to this old man, I'm going to lose all my beard from worrying. Doesn't your conscience hurt..."

"Squeeze him in? Hmm?"

"QQQ!"

Qin Xin massaged her forehead.

What kind of people did she know?

The dignified President of the Red Society, Hong Jingtian, a middle-aged uncle, spent every day acting cute with her, calling himself "your most loyal little cutie."

The dignified President of the Royal Academy, a man over fifty, had even resorted to a sob story just to get her to do some work.

With that beard as thick as Santa Claus's, Old Man Zhou wouldn't lose a single hair even if he pulled out ten thousand of them.

Only a fool would believe him.

Qin Xin checked her schedule.

Final exam review was intense, and her classes were packed. If she wanted to leave campus, it would have to be on the weekend or at night... but she still had to apply facial masks at night to whiten the original owner's little face.

"Next week."

She replied with those three simple words.

The other party immediately flooded her screen with a long string of replies.

Qin Xin: "..."

Why did the old man type ten times faster than her? It felt like the phone her cheap brother gave her was a senior citizen's phone, while the other party had a smartphone!

==

When Lan Yingjun and Qin Wenrou walked into the cafeteria.

They saw Qin Xin holding chopsticks in one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other.

Eating while scrolling—

The textbook definition of a failing student.

Qin Wenrou shook her head and sighed: "Senior, you recognize her, right? That's the one with the worst grades in Class 2, the one who drags down the whole class's final scholarship..."

Lan Yingjun frowned.

Young Master Jue had entrusted him with tutoring. If Lan Qingxin didn't study hard and failed her exams, he would be in big trouble—Young Master Jue would withdraw all his investments!

This girl didn't consider anyone else at all.

He strode over.

Qin Wenrou immediately regretted it.

She had originally wanted the senior to see how hopeless Lan Qingxin was so that he would dislike her even more.

Why did the senior look so nervous and concerned?

If she had known, she wouldn't have said anything!