Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin inexplicably found her breath halted.

She thought of the man in the dark red robe who called her ”Blood Woman,” with his eerie and bloodthirsty demeanor.

Jing Zhichen softly reminded her by the ear: ”The attire of the supernaturals is divided into four levels: black, red, white, and purple. Within each level, the color’s depth represents the height achieved in that level. Those in black robes are senior students. Tutors wear red robes, Great Tutors wear white, and as for the purple... we probably won’t have the chance to see them.”

Ding Dou couldn’t help but interject: ”So can we wear black robes too?”

Jing Zhichen nodded, ”After tonight’s new students’ test, those who pass will each be given a set of light black robes, symbolizing your identity as a newcomer.”

Ding Dou leapt with joy.

Qin Xin, however, pondered in silence, without any expression of anticipation on her face.

Could it be that the supernatural in the dark red robe really came from here? And at the tutor level? Light red, dark red, deep red... according to the color, the man should be a mid-level tutor, equivalent to an associate professor in the Imperial College’s hierarchy.

Why would someone with such status and position pass through the Time Gate to the empire to capture her, to persecute her?

Blood Woman.

Blood Woman.

Could this all be connected to the person who drew her blood by the Ice Lake in the past?

Suddenly, several broken clues in Qin Xin’s mind seemed to come alive, linking themselves together.

If all this is indeed connected, then her falling into this strange world might not be a bad thing, but rather, fate decreeing that she must personally uncover the truth of her past persecution and tragic death.

And even find out what was done with her body and the blood drawn from her.

A minute ago, she was still eager to find her way home.

But at this moment, she suddenly calmed down and steadied herself.

She couldn’t leave.

She must seize this opportunity to uncover the truth, as missing it would mean there’d never be such a rare chance again.

The man in the dark red robe was dead, yet his identity records remained in this world, so her first step was to infiltrate the archive system here, to unearth the identity of the deceased man, unravel the threads, and find the next direction.

With a newfound sense of direction, Qin Xin’s spirit shifted from being lethargic moments ago to becoming unconsciously sharp, even her spine straightened a little as she strode forward swiftly.

Jing Zhichen watched her sudden changes with astonishment.

Just now, weren’t they merely chatting about clothes?

Why did the woman’s attitude change so drastically?

Earlier he was worried she’d be depressed and unhappy, yet now her stance seemed ready to roll up her sleeves and fight.

So... the conclusion is... do women love to talk about clothing topics??? Even the school uniforms???

Jing Zhichen, bewildered, followed along.

Ding Dou, throughout it all, had no idea what was happening, just tagging along with a silly grin: ”Sister Xin will definitely look good in a black robe, both black and white are stunning.”

The three sat by the window on the fourth floor.

Qin Xin looked at the empty fourth floor: ”Is this floor closed for business; did we go to the wrong place?”

Jing Zhichen coughed slightly and said softly, ”Not really. It’s just... we came late, the students before us have already eaten.”

Qin Xin uttered an ”oh,” as in her mind she was planning how to infiltrate this world’s archive system, without the inclination to think too deeply.

After all, she didn’t have any electronic devices on hand now, even a basic phone was a luxury; she needed to get a mobile phone before taking action.

”Where can I buy a mobile phone?” she asked.