CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: YOU MIGHT HAVE TO CALL ME DADDY [FACE-SLAPPING IN PROGRESS]

At the entrance of the cafeteria.

A dozen fourth-year sports students stood in a row, looking imposing.

On someone’s suggestion, they were all dressed in workout clothes, black short-sleeved shirts, white long pants, and each even wore sunglasses.

In the biting winter, this standout attire and grand display particularly drew attention.

Students coming to get food only dared to take a detour through the side door.

No one dared to provoke them.

Fourth-year sports students, indeed!

About to graduate, practically already half part of society.

And each one is so strong, provoking them was just asking for trouble.

"Who caused this mess? Which fool dared to provoke the fourth-year seniors?"

"I heard it’s a clueless first-year kid who did it."

"Bullied our Student Union’s sports department minister, little Qianqian, so Qianqian’s brother came to teach them a lesson..."

The onlookers sighed in regret for that first-year kid who got themselves into trouble.

Qin Xin walked to the entrance of the cafeteria and was blocked by this group of oddballs wearing short sleeves in winter.

"Ugly freak, are you Lan Qingxin?"

The dark green birthmark on her forehead was too conspicuous, anyone could see it.

Qin Xin frowned, slightly impatient: "Move aside."

The sports students quickly surrounded her: "Dare to bully our little Qianqian and act so righteous, don’t even think about walking out of this cafeteria today!"

Someone started making a phone call: "Qianqian, big brother, come quickly, we’ve got the ugly freak cornered!"

Qin Xin: "..."

Interrupting her soup date with Xiangxiang, did these people want to die?

Very soon.

Huangfu Qian swaggered out of the cafeteria, accompanied by a tall and burly boy.

She clung to the boy’s arm: "Brother, it’s that ugly freak, bullied me! Put my photos on the forum, defaming me!"

Huangfu Feng: "I’ll make this right for you."

His face darkened as he walked toward the crowd.

Huangfu Qian stood outside the crowd, and hadn’t felt this happy laughing in ages: "Ugly freak, if you’re not beaten up today, I’ll change my last name from Huangfu!"

The fourth-year sports students surrounded Qin Xin.

The phone in Qin Xin’s bag kept ringing.

She impatiently scanned the circle: "Who’s first?"

The boys were stunned, thinking they heard wrong.

"What did you say?"

Qin Xin was even more impatient: "One by one or all together? Are you guys stupid, don’t understand human language?"

This bunch of idiots was truly a waste of her time.

Seeing these sports students with a dumbfounded look, she simply took out her phone from her bag, hung up the incessantly ringing calls, and opened her chat app.

Another spectacular row of "999+" unread messages.

Honest Badge Guy: [Master, I’m at Imperial University, stayed up all night to set up the exhibition hall. What’re you busy with? Can you let me serve you, make tea, sharpen pencils, erase rubbers, bind design drafts or something?]

Qin Xin: [No need. It’s something you can’t help with.]

She couldn’t be bothered to explain, pathology slices experiment, microbiology tests, and the anatomy semester-end paper... could a design student possibly manage?

Honest Badge Guy: [Master, when are you coming back, Shen Bixue can’t find you and is so anxious, she’s losing her temper at her wealthy boyfriend...]

[Besides Shen Bixue, several female celebrities are fighting to get your outfits... Master, please help!]

Qin Xin only replied with a brief sentence: [Send VIP tickets to the cafeteria.]

Seeing Qin Xin throw down harsh words and then start playing on her phone, the eyes of the fourth-year sports students almost went blind—

"Damn, this girl’s pretty bold!"

"She dares to let us come one by one?"

"If we all come at once, can she handle it?" someone said suggestively.

"Who does she think she is, Shen Bixue the goddess, thinking she can let us all come at once?" one offensive remark after another.

Mocking was in full swing.

Under the sunlight, a streak of dark green light suddenly flashed before their eyes, and a cold voice seemed to pierce their eardrums:

"Ask who I am? You might have to call me ’Daddy.’

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