Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin pressed her fingers to her forehead. ”...So that’s how it is.”

Although all three men were outstanding, in this world of espers, not having any powers was just asking to get crushed.

What else could she do?

She could only cover for them.

For the homework from this class, Qin Xin had Little Dongju conveniently help the three big guys cheat a bit too.

First, get them to pull off telekinesis.

It was only material from the first class, but the instructor was already very satisfied, praising them over and over: ”You three new students are pretty good, pretty good. First day in class and you’ve already mastered telekinesis. Go ahead and take tomorrow’s exam boldly—I’ll keep an eye on your scores!”

Then he emphasized again: ”Everyone, go back and practice seriously. If you can’t get 60 points, you’re going into the little dark room, and don’t you brats complain that I’m being too harsh when that happens!”

Ao Xinghao muttered under his breath, ”Damn, there’s actually a male version of Ao Meng here. Cute and fierce, cute and fierce, tsk tsk.”

After finally helping the three big guys finish their homework, Qin Xin let out a breath of relief. Class ended, and she headed straight for the dorm. ”I ate too much at lunch. I’m skipping dinner; you guys go eat with Jing Zhichen.”

She handed them the three repaired phones. ”When you have time, help me compare data. I’ve put the database and the red-robed man’s hand-drawn portraits in there. Each of you cross-check 250 entries. Just work on it whenever you’re free these next few days. If we all start together, the efficiency will be better.”

The three big guys nodded solemnly. ”Got it!”

Their chummy way of talking was seen clearly by Ding Yu, who was packing her bag.

She didn’t see Qin Xin giving the three of them phones. Instead, she thought Qin Xin was just borrowing their phones to play with, and couldn’t help pursing her lips. She said to the dorm leader, ”Why does Lan like getting close to guys so much? I’ve noticed she really likes using the trick of borrowing phones to hook up with them.”

She’d noticed the dorm leader was also very focused on those three newbies—she’d had starry eyes the entire class, looking full of fantasies. So Ding Yu deliberately added fuel to the fire, wanting to stir up the dorm leader’s anger and jealousy.

Women, you can be generous about other things, but when it comes to your fantasy man, there’s absolutely no backing down.

Except—

The dorm leader gave a goofy smile. ”Yu, don’t say that. Sister Xin and those three hotties are just bros. She and Young Master Jing are the ones who should be a couple. As for the other three, hehe, she introduced them to me openly and honestly. I’m the first girl to know their names, so I figure she’s telling me to pick freely. If anyone’s going to entice them, it’ll be me. Don’t overthink it.”

Ding Yu: ”...”

The rest of what she wanted to spice up and pile on suddenly wouldn’t come out.

What kind of mind-control drug did that ugly girl use to make a tough, bad-tempered girl like the dorm leader suddenly have sky-high favorability toward her and basically turn into a fangirl?

Unable to swallow the frustration, Ding Yu sulked her way back to the dorm.

She couldn’t even eat; she just yanked open her quilt to lie down alone and seriously think about how else she could deal with that ugly girl.

The flatbread-faced dorm leader was a useless dead weight she couldn’t count on.

This noon, the two senior students she’d tried to goad also came back with their tails between their legs, completely failing to get the ugly girl thrown into the little dark room.

Looks like if she wanted the ugly girl to stumble, to leave Young Master Jing, she’d need help from someone higher up... like, an instructor?

Heh, tomorrow is the first midterm quiz since the semester started.

With how that ugly girl is always getting kept back after class, she’s bound to tank the test.

As she was plotting how to trip up the ugly girl in the exam room and make the instructor hate her, Ding Yu suddenly felt something off about her bed.

Just now she’d been so focused on scheming that she hadn’t even looked before flipping her quilt open.

Now that she was lying under it, she finally felt something strange:

Why is it so crowded under the quilt?

Why is it all sticky and kind of slippery?

Why is it... ah, ow ow ow ow ow!