There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 30.2

She wanted to let Qin Ke know who the real daughter, the real master of this house was.

As Qin Yan was contemplating with a distorted expression how to threaten Qin Ke when she came out, she suddenly heard the phone on the desk vibrate.

Qin Yan frowned and looked over.

It was a text message.

Qin Yan wasn’t interested and was about to look away when she suddenly froze.

She whipped her head back, looking at the message in disbelief.

The sender clearly showed the words “Teacher Huo”.

Qin Yan’s face instantly darkened.

Without thinking, she reached for the phone and opened the message.

She quickly read through the message Qin Ke had sent, then her gaze rapidly fell to the reply below.

Huo Jingyan’s response was very friendly, showing none of the distance he usually had when speaking with her —

[Of course. Gothic art was labeled by Renaissance artists as a barbaric and absurd artistic failure, but I don’t think so. After all, it originated very early, and its unrefined style is precisely where its charm lies. If you’re interested, we can discuss it in more detail at the exhibition that day.]

“…!”

Qin Yan read this passage word by word many times, until she could almost recite it. She glared at the bathroom, where the sound of water was still coming from, with an expression of hatred that was almost distorted.

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Here’s the English translation of the continuation, maintaining the requested style and formatting:

Again!

Every time she tried her hardest to get something and failed, Qin Ke always seemed to obtain it so easily!

What right did Qin Ke have? She was nothing but an orphan with nothing — what qualifications did Qin Ke have to compete with her!?

Qin Yan was almost driven mad with anger.

She stood up, wanting to rush to the bathroom to confront Qin Ke, but after taking just two steps, she suddenly seemed to think of something and abruptly stopped.

After standing still for a few seconds, the twisted hatred in Qin Yan’s eyes slowly subsided.

She looked at Qin Ke’s phone in her hand with a complex expression.

After hesitating for a long time, Qin Yan finally made up her mind.

—

Confrontation wouldn’t change anything.

Qin Ke’s success at school was nothing but the result of her grades, reputation, and Huo Jun’s protection.

If she were to offend Huo Jun instead…

A cold smile appeared in Qin Yan’s eyes.

She quickly put Qin Ke’s phone back on the desk, positioning it carefully, then took out her own phone, set it to silent, and took a picture of the two text messages on the screen.

After doing all this, Qin Yan returned to the message interface on the phone and marked the message she had just read as “unread”. Then she put the chair back in its original position, took the key, and silently retreated.

When closing the door, Qin Yan didn’t forget to gently lock it from the outside with the key.

—

The room was quiet, the curtains motionless between the lamplight and the night outside.

As if no one had ever been there.

****

The next day was Friday.

Just before school let out in the evening, Qin Yan quickly ascended to the top floor of the elite class’s separate building — where the third year elite class’s classroom was located.

The hallway outside the door was fairly quiet, with only a few boys leaning against the windowsills, looking at the distant sports field and the half-hazy night sky above the city, laughing or talking in low voices.

Qin Yan was quite famous at Qiande High School, and she was good at maintaining her image. Even among the third years, many boys knew her.

So when Qin Yan came upstairs, the boys nearby quickly noticed her.

Someone smiled and said, “Qin Yan, here to see our Brother Jun again? That’s rare. It seems we haven’t seen you come much this semester.”

Qin Yan tucked her loose hair behind her ear and just smiled gently.

“Hello, senior. I do indeed have something to discuss with Brother Jun. Could you trouble yourself to call him out for me?”

“I’d like to help you, Junior Qin Yan, but unfortunately, Brother Jun doesn’t listen to me,” the boy said with a laugh.

“Please, senior, tell Senior Huo Jun that…”

Qin Yan’s eyes flashed, a hint of coldness surfacing in their depths.

She lowered her head and smiled coldly.

“The matter I need to discuss with him is related to Junior Qin Ke from the freshman elite class, and our art appreciation teacher, Mr. Huo Jingyan — all… of… it.”