After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Boarding students are different from day students. The lights in the dormitory will be turned off at 10:40 pm.

After the lights are turned off in the high school boys' dormitory, they either discuss the appearance and figure of the opposite sex, or brag and tell stories.

These have one thing in common: they are all exciting enough to stimulate the senses.

At this time, Zhou Dahong was telling a ghost story in the dark with a cheerful look on his face.

"Let me tell you a ghost story."

"Everyone who's older knows about Hualin Mountain in Lanzhou. The guys there were so scared back then that they didn't dare pick up customers at night. It happened in Lanzhou in the 1990s, when surveillance wasn't as advanced as it is today."

"It's so classic, the routine is the same. If it's a supernatural event, there must be no surveillance."

Qiao Hua interrupted.

Zhou Dahong is one of those people who is not good at telling ghost stories but he just likes to tell them. His stories would probably not take up enough space in tabloids. Anyone can get the hang of it after listening to them a few times.

"Hua Zi, don't interrupt. Let Da Hong continue."

Fang Bixian was the dormitory head, but he didn't enforce any discipline and was essentially completely permissive. The quality of a dormitory's atmosphere depended largely on the head's conduct.

"Cough cough."

Zhou Dahong cleared his throat and began to speak.

"One night, a taxi driver, let's call him Lao Wang, was soliciting passengers as usual. When he was about to finish his work in the middle of the night, he met a woman in red on the roadside. The woman got in his car and said she was going to Hualin Mountain. He thought it was unsafe for the girl to be out late at night, so he decided to drop her off at her destination before finishing his work, so he let her get in his car. But after just a few steps, the driver started to panic. Can you guess why?"

"Either the crematorium or the morgue, I'm familiar with everything you've described."

Qiao Hua had a gloomy attitude. He wasn't very interested in things like gods and ghosts, but he would listen if someone talked about them.

"Hua Zi, stop interrupting me. You've already done it twice. If you do it again, I'll get on your bed. I'm just being polite. If you ask me what this is, then I'll tell you again. We don't have any tacit understanding at all. I can't even do a supporting role."

Zhou Dahong was a little unstable because of his interruption.

"Hualin Mountain is the crematorium in Lanzhou. Although Lao Wang found it strange, he couldn't turn back since he had already set out, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and drive the girl in red to Hualin Mountain. When getting off the car, the girl took out 100 yuan and gave it to the driver. What time was that? It was the 1990s, and few people could afford 100 yuan back then. To make sure the money was real, Lao Wang checked it several times before letting the girl get off the car. After getting off, the girl walked into the yard by the roadside, and Lao Wang drove back home. Later, he went home and started to keep accounts. When he checked the money he had collected today, he found that the 100 yuan he had just received was a ghost money."

"Old Wang was absolutely certain it was the girl in red who had given him the note, as he had only received one 100-yuan note that day. So the driver went to the police station the next day and reported the incident. At first, people thought the driver was joking, but the investigation shocked everyone. They rushed to the yard where the girl in red had disappeared, only to find it filled with wreaths.

"When Lao Wang brought the girl here, the wreaths weren't there. When they entered the house, they were stunned by what they saw: a body in the middle of the room. When they went to investigate, they discovered it was the girl in red he had picked up last night."

"It's terrible. You can tell that this story was made up by someone without any brains. Your story is boring. Why not let a great master tell it?" Ma Lisheng listened silently and couldn't help but interrupt after hearing the rest of the story. This story was terrible and had no characteristics. Apart from the pretentious addition of place names and time, there was almost no logic. It would be better to talk about something else.

This bad story can only be said to be in the stable output of Zhou Dahong's general style, without any highlights.

"Why don't we talk about Qin Zhixin? Have you noticed her feet? They're really small."

Qiao Hua would curl up in bed whenever he heard someone telling a ghost story, unwilling to continue the conversation, especially when it came to the immortal. His stories were too scary. If Fang Bi finished, he'd be unable to sleep again tonight, so he took the initiative to bring up a new topic, but his perverted nature made it difficult for him to bring the conversation to any depth.

"Xinxin, it's been a few days. Do you dare to chat with Qin Zhixin? So in the end, it was Daxian who chatted with Qin Zhixin. And no matter how small her feet are, can they be as timid as you?"

Zhou Dahong had just told a clichéd story and felt a little embarrassed, so he retorted.

"No, you all don't understand. Hua Zi is like Xiang Zhuang dancing with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong. He wants to talk about Qin Zhixin, but in fact he wants to talk about Zhang Wanbai."

Ma Lisheng was acting weird on the upper bunk.

"Hua Zi, is Zhang Wanbai's nose sweet? Is he reluctant to leave?"

Chapter 19: Genetic Short Life

When Qiao Hua heard this, he became furious.

"Fuck you, Ma Lisheng, if you dare mention this again, I'll be furious with you! Her snot only sprayed on my face, it didn't get into my mouth!"

"Really? You were erring so loudly last night that people from the next class came to ask about it. They all knew it was because Zhang Wanbai's nasal discharge was so delicious."

Ma Lisheng was a completely disgusting person who just wanted to watch the fun. Fang Bixin found it amusing to hear this and asked.

"Who is it? Qiao Hua's voice sounds normal. Who is asking from the next class? It must be from Class 1."

"Yes, Huang Dahai from Class 1, who was in the same class as me in junior high. He was so outgoing that I didn't really want to talk to him. I barely spoke to him in junior high. He loved to take advantage of others and would often ask people to bring him breakfast without paying."

"I remember he lived in the dormitory next door? 311, right?"

"Yes, the last time there was a quarrel in the dormitory next door in the middle of the night, they were cursing Huang Dahai."

Ma Lisheng poked his head out from the upper bunk with a look of gloating. He was well-informed about all kinds of gossip.

"Do you know why they are quarreling?"

"Speak now, don't keep me in suspense."

"Huang Dahai liked to throw used tissues under the bed. He slept on the upper bunk, so he would roll the tissues into a ball and throw them down from the wall. It happened to get stuck in the mosquito net next to the lower bunk."

"What tissue?"

"Hua Zi, are you playing dumb? What's that tissue next to your pillow for? Are you wiping your nose?"

"I left this for Qin Zhixin! Hey!"

Qiao Hua's tone was indescribably lewd, but Ma Lisheng just felt amused when he heard it. He could clearly see that Qiao Hua was a coward.

Qiao Hua is the kind of person who only dares to talk big behind Qin Zhixin's back, but acts like a coward when he meets Qin Zhixin. Fang Bixian even asked for Qin Zhixin's Penguin account, but Qiao Hua is still like a fool.

Not to mention Yang Qichao from Class 4. Qin Zhixin had been eating with him these past two days, and they went home together, riding Yang Qichao's bicycle.

And Yang Qichao became famous thanks to Qin Zhixin, not only in the first grade of high school, but also in more than just Nanshi High School.

Many girls at Nanshi High School looked the same: slicked-back hair, round-framed glasses, and round faces. Their figures were also unattractive, many hunched over, and most were flat. Qin Zhixin's appearance and figure, a near-ruthless dimensionality reduction blow to the shriveled girls around her, made her the dream girl of many young boys based solely on her looks.

Several posts about her appear almost every day on the forum and BBS of Nanshi High School. The content ranges from her dressing style to the dishes she orders in the cafeteria, covering every aspect of her life. At this time, in the dormitory of Nanshi High School, it is definitely not just the boys in dormitory 313 who are talking about Qin Zhixin, and it is definitely not just the boys who are talking about her.

The more these little boys admire Qin Zhixin, the more jealous they are of Yang Qichao.

There are quite a few posts about Yang Qichao in Nanshigao High School, and the most important point in discussing him is the damn real-life role.

Why was it not them but Yang Qichao, an ordinary guy, who was Qin Zhixin's childhood sweetheart?

Because judging by her behavior in school these past few days, Qin Zhixin was only relatively close to Yang Qichao. Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao's relationship had long been publicized by classmates who knew about it: childhood sweethearts.

This almost clichéd character setting and plot quickly resonated with the vulgar plots of some otaku Japanese animations in the shallow minds of these young boys. To outsiders, Qin Zhixin was the unrealistically perfect childhood sweetheart, and now her intimate actions seemed to be pursuing Yang Qichao.

Needless to say, Qin Zhixin is beautiful and sexy. As a member of the key class, she must have excellent academic performance and a graceful, lively and lovely personality.

Even though most of them had never spoken to Qin Zhixin, and some even hesitated about how to write the word "Xin," the teenage Ai Mu's sexual desire always created a false image of perfection in their minds.

"Old Ma, you said Huang Dahai still wants to find Qin Zhixin?"

"Yes, he didn't care about Qiao Hua eating his nose, and he turned his attention to Qin Zhixin without saying a word. Tonight after school, Qin Zhixin went to wait for that idiot from Class 4, and Huang Dahai stared at her, his eyes almost glued to her. When I talked to him, he just hummed and hummed. What a worthless person."

Ma Lisheng said this with some disgust.

"By the way, do you know what's going on in Huang Dahai's family?"

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

Ma Lisheng deliberately coughed twice, as if to clear his throat.

"Huang Dahai and I went to the same junior high school, and our hometowns are close to each other. We used to live in three villages next to each other. After the village was demolished, the resettlement housing provided by the government was divided into two communities. The family across from me has a daughter. She's pretty, about the same size as Zhang Wanbai, who has fair skin."

"I wasn't familiar with Huang Dahai before. We played basketball together once, and he played very dirty. If that were all I remembered, there wouldn't be any further topics. His family situation is very strange. None of the male members of the family have a happy ending. The following is what the girl who lives across from me told me. She used to be Huang Dahai's neighbor in the village. When she was very young, Huang Dahai's father was still alive."

"What? Huang Dahai is dead?"

"What's going on? Huazi, you keep butting in. Didn't the Qin Zhixin you liked also die?"

"What? Qin Zhixin is also dead?"

"Shut up and listen to me. Huang Dahai's father was not well-liked in the village because he often tricked people into gambling, but he was also a gambler himself and owed 130,000 or 140,000 yuan. 130,000 or 140,000 yuan in the early 2000s, just imagine what that meant. My dad started driving a truck at that time, and he only made a little over 1,000 yuan a month, occasionally over 2,000 yuan. And that was for hauling goods. If you were to work as a laborer, or even go to Shanghai to work as a drifter, you'd be lucky to earn this level of income."

"But Huang Dahai's father owed 130,000 or 140,000 yuan, and he was a scoundrel himself. He couldn't even find a job that paid 500 or 600 yuan, let alone 1,000 or 2,000 yuan a month. So his father came up with a plan: to get people to gamble. One year at the end of the year, two fellow villagers from the same village who had gone to Nanzhen to work on a construction project came back, driving a car."

"What's that? A car. How many families have cars these days? Not to mention back in the early 2000s? Huang Dahai's father had evil intentions towards them. Together with his creditors, he called those two to play cards. They were away from home all year round, so they knew the Huang family's reputation. You all know what happened next. Can you beat the dealer at cards? Can you beat a cheater? In just a few days, those two fellow villagers gave away all their year's earnings, and even the public funds were gone."

"Logically, you could have just swindled a few tens of thousands to cover the emergency, but Huang Dahai's father is different. He's greedy and would even dare to think of a few hundred thousand. They're both engineers, and they're ruthless. You're trying to cheat them out of money? Aren't you afraid that you'll earn money but not live to spend it?"

"And then? Tell me, Old Ma."

"It was a year later that Huang Dahai's father's body was found. Both his body and that of his creditor were dumped in a dry well. Because he owed so much money, the police initially thought he was hiding from his creditors, as his father often did this."

Fang Bixian was secretly shocked and couldn't help but speak.

"Old Ma, didn't you say that no male member of the Huang family had a good end? What does this mean?"

"Well, what I'm going to tell you is well-known in their village. We all knew it when we were in junior high school. It's just that now that we're at Nanshi High School, no one's talking about it anymore. His grandfather stole the commune's cow to eat beef, took it to the mountain and killed it by falling. There were only two cows in the commune, and he killed both of them by falling. The entire commune was left without large animals and could only pull the plows by hand, but every household could have a few bites of food after the dead cow died. One day, another cow was sent by the authorities, and not long after, his grandfather hanged himself in front of the commune cafeteria."

"What the hell? Why did he commit suicide?"

"Does anyone know how Huang Dahai's grandfather died? It looked like suicide, so the report said it was suicide. If the orphan and his widowed mother don't think it was suicide, they can just report it to the police."

Ma Lisheng spoke in a pretentious tone.

"This is his grandfather. Huang Dahai's great-grandfather was even more extraordinary. He was reported for committing a crime after the founding of the People's Republic of China and was taken away and shot."

"Oh my god, Huang Dahai's family is full of loyal and brave people."

"That's not true."

Qiao Hua gritted his teeth listening to this.

"Then how dare this Huang think about Qin Zhixin? I can't bear it."

"Qiao Hua, just save your breath and don't bring up something so unrealistic. In my opinion, it's better to talk about other girls. Even if Qin Zhixin doesn't want to be with Yang Qichao, with her conditions, wouldn't it be easy for her to find a second-generation rich man?"

"What do you think of Zhang Tingxue from Class 1?"

Zhou Dahong asked.

Zhang Tingxue was the monitor of Class 1. She had previously visited Class 2 to discuss student union matters with Liu Qinxiong. She was a rather charming little beauty, tall and thin, at least 1.75 meters tall. Her appearance was rather plain, and the androgynous clothes she wore made her look more like a boy.

"There are too many flaws with her figure. Her chest is like a washboard. Although I won't mention Qin Zhixin, have you ever seen her put a rabbit on the table?"

Feng Yizhong was not impressed by Zhang Tingxue and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Don't put it on the table, put it on my face, and I'll change my name to table."

Qiao Hua is usually dirty and has a stable output.

"Comparing Zhang Tingxue and Qin Zhixin is too cruel. Let's not mention her. Her figure is really unscientific. How can a girl with a body as big as a rabbit have such a slender figure? Apart from her, no other girl in the class has a cut above C."

"Yes, Li Jinjin is the only one in the class who might have a C. I can only say that Qin Zhixin's figure is really amazing, the way she walks makes her tremble."

"Ahem, is Li Jinjin a C again? I can't tell."

Seeing the topic turn to Qin Zhixin again, Fang Bixian quickly stopped talking. If he continued, he was sure that several people would have a fight tonight. As soon as Qin Zhixin showed up on the first day of school, they chatted until after two in the evening. That night, no one in the dormitory could sleep.

"What can you tell? There's definitely a C. Zhao Jiajun spent the summer pestering Li Jinjin every day. Now that Qin Zhixin is here, Zhao Jiajun doesn't even bother talking to Li Jinjin, fearing she might misunderstand."

Ma Lisheng said with a smile.

"If you ask me, Li Jinjin and Zhao Jiajun are a perfect match. That woman is not a good one. She has more than one lover from other schools."

Chapter 20: Caught and filmed secretly

Saturday, Nanling, Jiangsu Province.

The alarm clock rang at 6:20, but Qin Zhixin was lazy and didn't want to move at all.

Last night, she got into a new game. She saw someone on a resource site posting the resources for Minecraft V1.7. Minecraft originally came out in 2009, back when it was called Cave Game. Later, it was introduced as "Become a Creator God," initially translated in Traditional Chinese. But the early versions were so crude that it was hard to even download them.

Minecraft 1.7 is much better, and there are many threads discussing it on Tentacle+, many of which are popular. Especially the latest monster feminization mod, which has only been online for two days on Tentacle+, has already received over 15,000 views.

Qin Zhixin wasn't particularly interested in survival crafting, but she was quite interested in Monster Girl. However, all she spent the entire night playing Creative Mode was planting sugarcane and wheat, then harvesting them. She'd filled several large boxes with sugar and bread. It sounded boring, but she felt an inexplicable obsession. It wasn't until the system urged her to go to bed at 12:30 that she realized she'd been playing for so long.

The alarm is still ringing.

She wanted to close her eyes a little longer, but she was afraid she'd be asleep until noon. She wasn't afraid of the school's punishment, but more of a fear of Tang Yuyu's beating. She'd better tough it out. As long as she finished her six classes during the day, she'd have the day off. She'd look up a guide tonight and figure out how to play this game.

No, what should I do during the holidays? I can't just play one game!

Qin Zhixin hadn't woken up yet, but her thoughts were racing. She felt that playing only one game was a betrayal of her other games, and would make her little vacation less fulfilling.

Qin Zhixin felt she had difficulty making a decision.

[Should we play Civilization or Minecraft tonight? System, you decide. You pick one, and I'll listen.]

Qin Zhixin kicked the covers off hastily. Her sweatshirt had been pulled up high from her awkward sleeping posture. Her snow-white, plump figure slumped limply, looking incredibly charming. But she looked far from feminine. She seemed barely awake. She yawned, smacked her lips, and scratched her belly.

【I choose the one with the Japanese look! 】

The system made the choice for Qin Zhixin in the most beautiful local dialect. This elegant language made Qin Zhixin smack her lips again. She got up reluctantly and made herself a bowl of shrimp and fish noodles and coffee for breakfast.

She has a light palate and doesn't like strong flavors. A certain chef's instant noodles offer a light flavor, including shrimp and fish noodles and a chicken and mushroom stew. However, that one has a strong aroma of essence, which Qin Zhixin can't get used to; it always tastes like asphalt.

While the instant noodles were soaking, Qin Zhixin took off her sweatshirt and threw it casually on the ground. Without the cover and restraint of the fabric, her round and plump breasts were frolicking freely. At this moment, they stood proudly like the moon, and the bright red and jade-like rouge flowers were swaying gracefully, matching the surrounding circle of pink and extremely charming peach blossoms, like a pair of shy buds about to bloom, as charming and captivating as a pair of breathtaking buds.

But the girl had not yet fully woken up. At this moment, her chest was hunched, her mouth was half open, and she looked like an idiot, which completely destroyed the beauty.