Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

During class the next day.

Jing Zhichen looked strangely at the three: ”What happened to your faces?”

Didn’t you just have a gathering at the girls’ dormitory once, why are your faces a bit swollen?

The three covered their faces and were speechless: ”...”

Could they say that they were too noisy and got slapped by Qingxin with flower petals? They wouldn’t say it and let this guy have the upper hand.

Ao Xinghao: ”Drank too much, bloated, nothing unusual.”

Surprisingly, the other two guys didn’t contradict him but actually supported: ”Isn’t that how men drink? Little Bai, you can’t drink, can you?”

Jing Zhichen: ”...”

He turned his face silently, no longer wanting to get into trouble with these three troublemakers, and instead spoke softly to Qin Xin: ”These days, the Student Union is investigating something. It seems someone used a phone to breach the school’s identity system and stole some data...”

Qin Xin remained calm and said casually: ”You can report me. You can say your phone was used by me, and don’t need to take responsibility for me.”

Jing Zhichen paused for a moment.

Then he sighed lightly: ”Miss Lan, you’ve misunderstood me. I won’t report you. Although they reached out to me, it’s not that they found my phone related to the system breach, they just want me to pay attention to which freshmen still have phones.”

Pressing his lips slightly, he said with some emotion: ”Actually, they’re quite overwhelmed because the person who breached the system was very clever, leaving almost no trace. They only know the data was tampered with but can’t trace any clues in and out of the system. Therefore, they can’t suspect me, they’re just using the dumbest way to physically check who has phones.”

Qin Xin’s eyes flickered.

Being praised for technical skills by an extraordinary individual is, indeed, quite marvelous.

She pursed her lips: ”Thank you.”

Jing Zhichen: ”There’s no need for courtesy, Miss Lan. We are on the same side. I just want to remind you and your friends to lay low and not flaunt your phones... to avoid attracting attention from the Student Union.”

Qin Xin nodded.

Although their phones aren’t much use here, out of habit, they would occasionally take them out to browse—almost like a compulsive and unshakable habit.

She thought Jing Zhichen was only coming with a friendly reminder, but didn’t expect his real move: ”Miss Lan, actually... I’ve noticed you’re very interested in the identity system, maybe you’re looking for someone. If you can’t find them, would you allow me to help a little?”

Qin Xin’s eyes narrowed.

Sure enough, she was seen through by this smart guy.

He’s good as a friend, but if he were an enemy, she’d probably be dead several times over.

”Alright. Go ahead.” She got straight to the point; another clue is worth it. After all, now she’s not only carrying her own fate but also that of the three. She has to take them home.

Jing Zhichen lowered his voice: ”Some people’s identity information isn’t in the system. These people have special identities; some are specially protected talents by the empire, some are carrying out secret missions, and thus only have paper files.”

The phrase ”executing secret missions” made Qin Xin’s breath catch again!

How much does it resemble the description of the Red Robe Tutor.

Traversing two different worlds to find her, the ”Blood Woman,” trying desperately to kill her—doesn’t that sound like carrying out a secret mission?