Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin was still mulling things over; the moment she stepped into the dorm, the round-faced dorm leader rushed at her like the place was on fire.

”Xinxin—Sister Xin! Something’s wrong!”

Qin Xin pulled her thoughts back and said calmly, ”Slow down and tell me.”

The round-faced dorm leader: ”Someone reported you again, the Student Union mentor sent word telling you to get over there for an investigation, said if you don’t go they’ll just convict you on the spot!”

Just a few days ago someone reported Sister Xin for fighting, which got her thrown into the little black room.

How long has it even been, and now some shameless idiot is reporting her again.

And of all days, Sister Xin had been out for so long without coming back, she was practically dying of anxiety.

When Qin Xin heard this, her expression stayed light; instead of rushing out, she first set down her backpack: ”Here, I brought you guys some little goodies, pick what you like and split them.”

The backpack was stuffed full; the moment it hit the desk it popped open, and things spilled out in a clatter.

The other two girls in the dorm were staring, eyes wide:

”Holy crap, this is that super expensive brand of face wash!”

”Holy crap, these makeup brushes are the really good kind!”

”Holy crap, these are... little bras!”

”Holy crap, this is that insanely good chocolate, costs a fortune, tastes like heaven...”

Qin Xin had swiped a whole bag of pricey goods from the department store and brought them back as gifts for the girls.

The dorm leader was delighted too, looking at all the little goodies, but she was more worried about Qin Xin: ”Sister Xin, you’d better hurry to the Student Union—oh no, I mean the dean’s office. Word is this time it’s blown all the way up to the dean’s office. If you still don’t go, some petty villain is gonna screw you over...”

Only then did Qin Xin leisurely change clothes, throw on her black robe, stuff her hands in her pockets and kick the door open: ”Mm, I’m going. You guys sleep first.”

She was taking it easy, acting like it was nothing at all.

Her roommate was curious: ”What are they reporting Sister Xin for this time?”

The dorm leader: ”That’s just it, we don’t know why, so I’m freaking out.”

Seriously, they don’t even know what the report says, so they can’t help Sister Xin prepare anything in advance—she’s really, really worried.

In the middle of the night, no less.

Qin Xin pushed open the door to the dean’s office.

Inside, the lights were blazing; it looked exactly the same as when she’d snuck in here before to pry open the safe, right down to that mimicking parrot at the window, flapping and squawking, ”Someone’s here, someone’s here.”

Qin Xin was surprised to see Ao Xinghao, Si Moyu, and Bai Chi in the room as well.

They’d just gone their separate ways a few minutes ago, and now they were all back together already.

Could it be that someone reported them for leaving the campus to have fun today?

But she’d altered the surveillance system—there was absolutely no record of anyone going in or out.

Qin Xin gave the three of them a slight nod, signaling them not to panic.

She didn’t expect the Student Union mentor’s first words to have nothing to do with sneaking off campus: ”Lan, hand over your phone.”

Qin Xin’s gaze sharpened slightly: ”Why? That’s my private property.”

Student Union mentor: ”Someone reported that your phone’s source is suspicious. Same goes for these three classmates of yours—you don’t have the qualifications to be using phones.”

Qin Xin: ”...”

She remembered Jing Zhichen had mentioned that, in this world, not just anyone is qualified to use a phone.

For one thing, phones are produced in very small quantities and are expensive.

More importantly, owning smart devices like phones and computers is a symbol of identity and status—you either have some high-ranking identity, or it’s something inherited through your family line.

Otherwise, you’re not worthy of using smart products.

Among their entire freshman batch, aside from Jing Zhichen, no one else had a phone.

She’d heard Ding Yu had just gotten one recently.

It was a gift from her mentor husband.

In that context, the fact that she and the three big guys each had a phone made them look extremely conspicuous, extremely extravagant, and extremely... in violation of the rules!