Ao Xinghao and Huo Zhen stared wide-eyed as Hu Yi talked eloquently. Who knew there could be such a grandiose reason for a kiss? Incredible.

They felt like they were a century behind.

Qin Xin’s face froze, and in her mind, she suddenly recalled Mr. Nalan’s inexplicable, lingering kiss in the elevator last night.

Could it be because... he wants to be with her for a lifetime?

They were only bound by an arranged marriage by the elders, and when they got engaged, they agreed not to sleep together, not to announce their marriage, and not to have children. Even with such an unsubstantial marriage, would he still want to be with her forever?

A certain place in Qin Xin’s cold heart was touched again.

"Sister Xin, are you feeling unwell? Why are your forehead and cheeks a bit red?" Hu Yi suddenly stopped talking.

Qin Xin awkwardly coughed: "No, just a bit hot."

She wore very little even in winter, just a hoodie with a thin school jacket over it.

Hot, like this?

"Sister Xin, your health is really good. Those who call you sickly are just blind dogs," Hu Yi remarked.

Ao Xinghao squinted; Hu Dai Gua was quite eloquent today, quite good at flattering.

He couldn’t help but interject: "Yeah, of course our Xin is healthy, unlike you, who even had to ask the teacher for leave to have surgery today?"

Hu Yi blushed: "I didn’t! It was my mom who insisted I go. I don’t want to go; I’m in great health; there’s no need for unnecessary surgery."

Ao Xinghao was puzzled: "What kind of surgery? And do you have a choice of whether to do it or not? You wouldn’t be... planning on plastic surgery, Hu Er Dai?"

Hu Yi, with a flushed face, didn’t know how to respond.

Qin Xin calmly said: "Do it. Being too long isn’t good for your health."

Hu Yi was shocked: "Sister Xin, you...you...!"

Even she knew what procedure he was going to have done. He couldn’t face Sister Xin anymore.

However, Qin Xin, with a doctor’s kindness, remained calm: "Listen to the doctor, you can’t go wrong."

Just as Hu Yi wished for the earth to swallow him up.

The classroom door was slammed open, and Qiu Gang rushed in from outside: "Hey, hey, have you all seen it? The national medical competition team list has been officially announced, and the competition dates are set!"

The students from the Royal Academy mostly already knew the list and responded: "Brother Qiu, you’re definitely on the list, but who’s our captain?"

Qiu Gang: "It’s Senior Brother Ding Yuanzhi, a third-year student."

The students at the Royal Academy felt relieved: "We’re secure then, Senior Brother Ding just won first in our academy competition, and he’s the dean’s prized student and has spent time in the key laboratory; there should be no problem."

But Qiu Gang sighed, worried: "Not necessarily, we still need to consider the overall strength of the Imperial University team."

"Who’s on the Imperial University team?"

"Lan Yingjun is the leader, teammates include Hu Lingling, Lan Qingxin..."

"Is it that Lan Qingxin we know?" Everyone immediately focused on the key point.

The one who always sat in the last row, ugly, cool, the one whose bets on the Galaxy storyline made Qiu Gang cried, that Lan Qingxin?

Qiu Gang nodded solemnly.

"She’s just lucky, right? Is she that skilled in academics?" someone questioned.

Qiu Gang sighed again: "I don’t know how skilled she is; I only know she was the first in the academy competition at Imperial University as well."

The crowd didn’t understand: "What’s so impressive about being freshman first; Senior Brother Ding Yuanzhi is also the first in the third year."

Qiu Gang shook his head: "Her first is first in everything with perfect scores—not only in medical sciences but in all subjects from every department... Let me think, I think the total score was something like 2000?"

Everyone fell silent.

What kind of monster is this???

Amid the chatter, Qin Wenrou received a message from the Qin Family’s medical examiner.

They found Qin Xin’s medical report and blood type for her.

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! At the last second before midnight tonight, happy birthday, Lan’er Demon, may you grow a year older and a year more beautiful.]