Transmigrating into a Book: The Real Heiress Only Wants to Do Research

The fake heiress sneered that my grades were so bad I hadn’t even finished high school, and that I wasn’t fit to enter the Xia family home.

She said I dressed like a country bumpkin, too.

I touched the pimples that had broken out after three sleepless nights of research.

How do I put this?

I was recruited by A University in my first year of high school.

Straight into a PhD program.