F**k!
Tang Xintian couldn't help but curse. When she was studying abroad at Harvard, if she didn't let out at least twenty F-bombs a day, it was as if she hadn't attended class. The academic pressure there was something those who'd never experienced it simply couldn't understand. So, it had nothing to do with being classy; everyone whose intellect couldn't easily handle the curriculum sooner or later ended up cursing their heads off. After returning to her country, everything had gone smoothly. She hadn't cursed in three years, feeling like she had reverted to the pure and innocent little fairy she once was. But today, her defenses had crumbled again.
Well then, it turned out her previous elegance and grace were simply because she hadn't encountered anything this infuriating...
