CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: MR. QIN’S ORDERS—BRIEF AND RUTHLESS

"We can’t deal with that ugly girl from class 2, but can we at least take care of this ugly guy?" A mouth spewed thick malice.

"Beating this loser up is boring. Why don’t we film his ugly, twitching face and post it on TikTok to earn some money?"

"Great idea! Our followers might skyrocket to millions overnight, and we could even charge for ads!"

"What if the professor finds out?"

"What are you scared of? This ugly guy can barely speak. Do you think he will make a complaint? And we are just self-studying while class 2 is having Gou Dachun’s lecture... Who would notice us here?"

"Good! Film, film, film!"

They bolstered each other’s courage, suddenly coming up with a money-making scheme.

They directly shoved the lean boy in the black shirt against the bulletin board, holding his chin down, about to take a picture of his delicate yet painfully twitching face.

Suddenly.

A cold voice from behind commanded, "Let go."

"Who are you—" The boys turned impatiently, seeing the dark green birthmark flash before their eyes, endless fear made them stammer, "Ug-, ug-, ugly girl is here, the female one! Run!"

Qin Xin’s eyes were cold and deep: "Too late."

Just as the boys tried to take a step, there was a flash of green light, as if a mighty force pressed their heads, and smashed them together!

"Bang——!"

"Bang——!"

Their heads hit together, immediately swelling into large lumps, they felt the contents of their heads turning into shaking soybean milk, falling to the ground, unable to get up.

Terrifying!

"We... didn’t, didn’t provoke you. Why, why are you hitting us?" They tried to resist, still dizzy.

Qin Xin said coldly, "I’m making sure you understand now."

She glanced at the lean boy, "He’s not born ugly. Nor is he glaring at you. He’s just sick; he has Tourette syndrome and can’t control his movements."

"Even if he were born ugly, so what? Has he eaten your family’s rice? Is it your place to judge?"

"As Medical College students, it’s one thing not to recognize the condition, but you have the nerve to bully a patient. What right do you have to wield a scalpel and save lives in the future?"

"A bunch of trash."

Her cold lips slightly curved, her eyes glinted with ice.

"Tourette syndrome... Tourette syndrome... Is there such a disease in the world?" They mumbled stupidly, their heads ached with the shaking soybean milk again.

They vaguely heard above them, Qin Xin holding their phones making a call, her voice cold, wild, impatient, "Bring people over, clean up the scene."

In less than a minute.

A group of senior sports students, led by Huangfu Feng, dressed in black T-shirts and white pants, marched over like a training squad: "Mr. Lan, please give instructions!"

"Strip them, film for TikTok."

Qin Xin’s orders were brief and ruthless.

Hearing this, several freshmen boys on the ground were so scared, they wet their pants: "No——"

Too terrifying!

Did they just not recognize that damn "Tourette syndrome"?

The ugly girl actually wants to strip... their skin, and record a video!

Huangfu Feng: "Got it! Understood!"

The trembling boys were dragged away.

Beside the bulletin board, the lean boy in the black hoodie hung his head, whispered, "Tha..."

Qin Xin’s eyes softened, "You’re welcome. And there’s no need to feel sorry. It’s not your fault to be sick... My younger brother has this illness too."

The boy lifted his head sharply, his eyes seemingly lit up: "Really?"

Qin Xin nodded, "One in a million chance of getting it. From another perspective, you were born with a unique lottery ticket."

Perhaps because of the same rare "Tourette syndrome," when Qin Xin saw this boy, she thought of Qin Xiaoshuang who was having an episode, feeling a sense of closeness.

"Lottery ticket..."

The boy chuckled bitterly, Qin Xin’s humor alleviated his anxiety.

When one side of his face wasn’t twitching, his entire demeanor was exceptionally delicate, skin fair and clean, eyelashes long, rivaling those popular TV celebrities—