"We can't deal with the ugly female monster in Class 2, right?" The strong malice spit out from one of the people.

"It's boring to beat this kind of trash. We took the ugly look of his face, how about making money by posting TikTok?"

"Good idea, maybe your fans will increase by 10 million at once, and you can still charge for advertising!"

"What should I do if the professor finds out?"

"What are you afraid of? This ugly man is not even speaking well. Are you afraid that he will not complain? And we are self-study, and Class 2 is taking Gou Dachun's class...who will notice this?"

"Okay! Papa!"

Several people were brave enough to each other and suddenly had a whim about a way to make money.

They pushed the thin boy in black shirt so hard that he was pressed against the bulletin board, pressed his chin, and were about to take a picture of his handsome but painfully twitching face.

suddenly.

There was a cold scolding behind him: "Let go."

"Who are you, you--" The boys turned around impatiently, and a dark green birthmark appeared in their eyes, which immediately scared them to stutter, "Ugly, ugly, ugly monsters are coming, the woman! Run!"

Qin Xin's eyes were cold and heavy: "It's too late."

Before the boys could take a step, they saw a green light flashing in front of them, as if there was a strong force, pressing their heads and catching each other and hitting each other!

"Bang--!"

"Bang--!"

When his heads were smashed together, a big bag instantly popped up. Several people felt that the things in their heads turned into soy milk, and they fell to the ground so dizzy that they couldn't get up at all.

horrible!

"We... didn't provoke you, why are you hitting people?" They were dizzy and said unconvinced.

Qin Xin said coldly: "Let you know more now."

She glanced at the thin boy: "He is not born ugly, nor is he looking at you sideways. He is just sick and has Tourette's disease and cannot control his movements."

"Take a step back, what if he is born ugly? Have you eaten your rice? Is your turn to judge your taste?"

"As students in medical schools, it would be fine if you can't recognize the disease, but you still have the face to bully a patient. What qualifications do you have to use a scalpel to save people in the future?"

"A bunch of garbage."

Her cold lips slightly raised, and her eyes were quenched with ice.

"Tourway's disease...Tourway's disease...Is there such a disease in the world?" Several people were stunned, and the soy milk in their heads started to hurt again.

I vaguely heard Qin Xin calling with their cell phones above his head, and his voice was cold, crazy and impatient: "Bring people here and clean up the scene."

In less than a minute.

A group of senior sports students, led by Huangfu Feng, were wearing black short-sleeved and white trousers, walking neatly steps like a training queue, and trotted over: "Dad Lan, please give me instructions!"

"Stripped, shoot Douyin."

Qin Xin's orders are short and cold.

He heard that several boys from Class 1 (1) on the ground were so scared that they all peed in their pants: "No--"

Too scary!

Didn’t they just not recognize the ghost “Toury’s disease”?

The ugly monsters actually want to peel them...their skins, are they still recording short videos?

Huangfu Feng: "Received! Understand!"

The boys who shook into sieve were dragged away.

Next to the publicity board, a thin boy in black hoodie lowered his head and said softly: "Thank you..."

Qin Xin's eyes eased: "You don't have to be polite. You don't have to feel sorry. It's not your fault to be sick... My brother, this is also the disease."

The boy looked up suddenly, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes: "Really?"

Qin Xin nodded: "The incidence rate of one in ten million is, from another perspective, you received your unique lottery when you were born."

Perhaps because they also had the rare "Tourway disease", Qin Xin thought of Qin Xiaoshuang who was on the verge of illness, and felt a sense of closeness when she saw this boy.

“Lottery…”
Chapter completed!