Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

After a night had passed, only a scattered few students in the school knew that some big shots were coming today.

It wasn’t until the first class bell rang and the instructors ordered every grade and every class to line up and assemble on the main field that more students realized something major was going down today.

Meanwhile, Qin Xin and the three girls from her dorm had already been waiting in the dean’s office for quite a while.

The dorm leader, who normally gets so nervous she shakes just from facing a regular instructor, was now sitting on the dean’s sofa, feeling like every stray hair brushing her temples was a needle stabbing her!

Seeing how nervous she was, Qin Xin raised her brows slightly and said to the dean’s parrot, ”Where’s the snacks and treats?”

The parrot fawned over her and flew straight to the hidden compartment in the dean’s bookcase: ”Here, here, snacks, lots of them!”

Qin Xin, satisfied, tossed it a petal.

Then she unceremoniously distributed the old dean’s hidden stash of snacks for everyone to taste.

”Liquor-filled chocolates!”

”Honey–mustard-flavored chips!”

”Crispy coconut flakes!”

”The dean’s taste in snacks matches ours way too well, right?”

The girls fought over the snacks, and in no time forgot all about being nervous.

The dean respectfully welcomed the Twelve Elders, took them around the teaching buildings for a quick inspection, and when they finally came to his office, they walked right into this scene.

The three flower-offering girls had eaten his long-hidden honey-mustard chips down to the crumbs and were still fighting over his liquor chocolates!

Good grief, the flowers had been tossed aside and nobody was even watching them.

Thank heaven Qin Xin, the image ambassador, at least looked semi-normal, sitting off to the side, cool and well-behaved all by herself... Hold on, sitting off to the side scrolling her phone??

Uh...

The dean clutched his chest, convinced his heart disease was about to flare up.

How on earth had he lost his mind enough to pick these disasters to receive the noble Twelve Elders?

He frantically shot eye signals at the girls, then gave a loud, deliberate cough: ”Ahem, well then, let me solemnly introduce our student to the Elders. This is Lan, an outstanding student representative of our academy, excellent in both conduct and academics, and also... proficient in research on smartphones, yes, her development skills are very strong...”

He hadn’t even finished before one Elder cut him off: ”Those crooked little pursuits are of no great use. Just say it outright—what department is her power from?”

The dean scratched his head. ”Yes, yes... Lan, what department are you in? Hurry up and tell the Seventh Elder.”

Qin Xin answered unhurriedly, ”Plants.”

The Seventh Elder snorted. ”A plant-type can become an academy representative? You must be joking. Or is Divine Academy planning to turn into an agricultural college?”

The dean was mortified, at a loss for words.

It was another Elder with an icy expression who spoke up: ”Plants have their uses. They are not completely worthless.”

The dean hurried to echo him: ”Yes, yes, the Second Elder is quite right. Lan is very capable—she’s the one whose Spiritual Power shattered the white jade monument.”

The moment he said that, the atmosphere in the room turned bizarre.

The Seventh Elder let out a cold laugh. ”So it was this ugly girl who destroyed the monument my ancestors painstakingly built in the academy?”

The dean regretted it instantly.

Damn it, how could he forget that the white jade monument was brought into Divine Academy and erected there by the Seventh Elder’s family ancestors, and has been used ever since?

The white jade monument’s significance to the Seventh Elder was anything but ordinary.

For all he knew, the Seventh Elder might have come this time specifically to pursue accountability and hand down punishment.

He should have known—big figures like this wouldn’t come inspect for no reason.

The dean’s mind was a tangled mess; he didn’t even have the spare heartache to care about the snacks the girls had ravaged.

Just as the atmosphere was stiffening, the Second Elder, the one who’d smoothed things over earlier, spoke again in a cold voice—