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.