After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Tang Yuyu's face was gentle, but there was a hint of danger in her eyes. Qin Zhixin smelled the scent of impending storm, that was murderous intent!

With her long experience of being beaten, she immediately realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Qin Zhixin felt increasingly guilty.

Qin Zhixin felt guilty, and her beautiful face revealed an even more fawning smile, just like a lackey. The huge contrast made her look uniquely comedic.

"Mom, today's food looks delicious. I'm going to wash my hands."

Avoiding the main point and talking about other things is Qin Zhixin's experience after years of pretending to be a grandson. But the turmoil in her heart is far from the calm she appears on the outside.

"I haven't even brought out the food yet, how can you tell me what's delicious?"

Tang Yuyu's tone was calm. She untied the ties of her apron, revealing her tender, trembling, smooth skin, which was truly eye-catching.

But Qin Zhixin, the damn girl, had no mind to appreciate it at this moment. Even if her mind was dirty, she could still distinguish the priorities. Cold sweat instantly broke out from her snow-white forehead.

She was sure that she couldn't escape today.

In order to skip classes, Qin Zhixin asked for leave from school, on the grounds that her father broke his leg and needed care, but her father was enjoying a good life as an official in another world.

[Oh my god, can't that idiot Chaozi also ask for leave? He's so disloyal.]

Qin Zhixin felt bitter.

Yang Qichao was definitely a child from another family. Except for not being handsome, he was excellent in everything else and was as rigid as a precision machine.

But Qin Zhixin suffered because of him.

When others were scolded, they were saying, "Look at other people's children!", but when she was scolded, she was saying, "Look at Yang Qichao!"

Increased targeting means increased attack power. It is easier for Tang Yuyu to fill up her anger bar, and it is easier for Qin Zhixin to get hurt.

It just so happened that Yang Qichao's mother Ye Xiaosu and Tang Yuyu were high school classmates and best friends, and they had a very good relationship, so Qin Zhixin couldn't instigate them at all.

The two of them got pregnant at about the same time.

During her pregnancy, Qin Zhixin had been constantly stirring in Tang Yuyu's belly. In comparison, Yang Qichao was much calmer. In 1998, there were clear regulations prohibiting hospitals from checking the sex of the fetus, fearing that some son-biased bastards would mess around.

　At the time, everyone thought Tang Yuyu was pregnant with a boy, and Ye Xiaosu was pregnant with a girl. They even joked that they had arranged a marriage for their children before they were born.

In this high school entrance examination, Yang Qichao ranked among the top ten in the city, which made him a true university graduate.

His mother Ye Xiaosu was usually very proud, but when she saw Tang Yuyu, she started by saying, "My Qichao......"

She boasted that the content's plagiarism rate could almost exceed 90%.

At Nanling Experimental High School (hereinafter referred to as Nanshigao), his grades would have earned him admission directly to the "rocket class." Many good high schools employ a three-tiered system: the best students are placed in a key class, and the top students in that key class are then placed in a key class within that key class.

The same is true for Nanshi High School, which has three experimental classes and one rocket class, which together make up four key classes.

But to Qin Zhixin, it made no difference. This little bastard was always sarcastic. She'd say they were all Tianlong people, and the masters in the key classes were masters. When they opened their eyes, they just memorized words and formulas. That was pure authenticity!

[You know what kind of person Yang Qichao is. If you use your dead father as an excuse, get ready to get beaten!]

"Fight me if you want. How many days are there in summer vacation? Besides, what's so good about high school? It's just that kind of stuff. I, your dad, won't go!"

[Master Jing is different from the miserable people in Jiangsu Province. Hehe, if you ask me, you dead bastard...]

Without waiting for the system to continue to inflict damage, Qin Zhixin blocked it directly.

The memory of Tang Yuyu and her father had been forgotten for a long time, but now that it was brought up by a certain little girl, she remembered the romantic past again, and her anger bar also started to rise.

Qin Zhixin also attended Nanshi High School after taking the high school entrance exam. Although she wasn't a studious student, she was incredibly bright and considered a top student. In 2013, before Jiangsu Province reformed the high school entrance exam, Qin Zhixin scored 729 out of 780, a respectable score. However, at Nanshi High School, her grades were barely enough to get her into the top-tier program, putting her at the bottom of the class.

In fact, she really wants to be in a regular class.

In her previous junior high school mock exams, her level was barely good enough to get into Nanshi High School. Since she couldn't get into Nanshi High School, she could just go to the nearby Nanling No. 1 High School (hereinafter referred to as No. 1 Middle School). It was a pretty good school anyway, and her cousin was there. She had hoped that if she did well, she'd get into the regular class at Nanshi High School, and if she performed normally, she'd get into No. 1 Middle School. If she failed, she'd get a beating from Tang Yuyu.

Anyway, the female ghost is not afraid of Tang Yuyu beating her!

As a result, she performed so well that she accidentally got into the key class of Nanshi High School.

This is dying.

There were 20 regular classes, each with 55 to 60 students, and there were around a thousand students in the regular classes alone. With so many students, exams were less frequent, with only two monthly exams, one midterm, and one final exam per semester.

The four key classes, however, are in a much worse situation. The key classes at Nanshi High School have weekly exams and rankings, and even allow students to "voluntarily" sign up for tutoring during the summer. Even prospective freshmen are generously given the same fair educational opportunities. This also demonstrates the distinction between regular and key classes at Nanshi High School.

Students in the elite classes who were admitted to Nanshi High School were given three days off, but they had to have a reason to skip the day. Students in the regular classes could come or not. Qin Zhixin, bypassing Tang Yuyu, gave the school the excuse that "my father had a broken leg and needed surgery and needed my company." This was truly sheer boredom, like playing with the balls of a Tai Sui. There were many reasons for asking for leave, but Qin Zhixin chose the most suicidal one.

Tang Yuyu looked at Qin Zhixin with a complicated look.

Tang Yuyu has mixed feelings about her daughter.

What made her happy was that her daughter took after her husband completely in her studies, although not as good as Yang Qichao; her grades were always among the best in the class, although not as good as Yang Qichao; she even got into Nanling Experimental High School in the high school entrance examination, although still not as good as Yang Qichao.

With Yang Qichao's excellent performance as an example, the value of Qin Zhixin's achievements suddenly seemed extremely insufficient.

But there are too many things to worry about.

That overly prominent, almost unreal face and figure, I had first seen when she was just a little girl. Her skin, as smooth and white as milk, pure and without a trace of impurities, coupled with her soft waist, long black hair, and delicate body fragrance...

Tang Yuyu knew that Qin Zhixin's appearance was largely like that of the Tang family. Although the Tang family was not large, they were full of handsome men and beautiful women. She herself had been harassed by many boys in school, so she naturally knew the price that a woman's beauty sometimes paid.

Her daughter was now much more beautiful than she had been when she was young. Even the young Qin Zhixin had already attracted the attention of the young men and even adults around her. Now, her figure had grown like a slender tree, her beauty was unparalleled, and her eyebrows and eyes were even more beautiful and pure.

People who bring disaster will not have a good life.

With such appearance, it would be a good thing if she was born in the upper class, but Tang Yuyu is not from that class.

She was just a night snack shop owner with a little money. Any storm could crush her. She had no way to resist, let alone be loyal.

Moreover, her daughter's character is even more difficult to describe. Laziness, cunning, idleness, and carelessness are all characteristics she sees in her daughter.

She doesn't act like a daughter at all, and has almost no consistency with her appearance. She also does all kinds of miscellaneous things on the Internet. Although Tang Yuyu doesn't understand, she also knows that most of the things her daughter is willing to spend time on are not good things.

At the dinner table, seeing Tang Yuyu's gentle face, Qin Zhixin felt guilty and almost put her head under the table.

[No, we must take the initiative! ]

Good luck. Guess which one will be the ear or the butt? I bet both will suffer.

[Shut up, you stinking idiot, you're just watching the fun and not complaining about the big bad luck.]

After Qin Zhixin finished cursing the system, she took a deep breath and decided to confess directly.

"Mom, the school wants us to go to school early to prepare."

"It starts on August 4th, right?"

Qin Zhixin smiled in a somewhat stiff tone without any twists and turns.

【How come she even knows the start time? 】

[Here, you're done.]

"Do you know what day it is today? Also, when did my husband break his leg? I thought he was just dead. Huh?"

Tang Yuyu continued to ask questions.

But a certain dead girl didn't dare to respond to this, as it was really going to cost her her life.

Qin Zhixin just felt very regretful at this moment.

I regret it very much. I shouldn't have used a dead guy as an excuse.

Qin Zhixin closed her eyes and made up her mind, without any ladylike behavior, she started to eat like crazy.

If she was going to be spanked, she had to eat first. A full stomach wouldn't hurt. Besides, it was a bonus that her mom spanked her without clothes on. At worst, she wouldn't have to play with butter tonight.

Chapter 3: House of the Sheng

In the evening, Qin Zhixin, with red ears, sat on her half-worn computer chair, looking nonchalant and careless, with no elegance in her sitting posture.

She was wearing only a large sweatshirt, which was her father's shirt and had been there for at least ten years.

A certain little beast won once again by using the method of spiritual victory. She relied on her persistence to finally win the last ten days of happy time in summer vacation.

Now that you have won, you have to speak tough words, and the only person in the family who can speak tough words without getting beaten is the system.

[Fuck! 55 people and only about 40 or so curlers are doing it randomly.]

[I hope that after you get your transcript from the exams at the beginning of the semester, you can be as tough as you are now when you meet Tang Yuyu.]

The system knew this girl's temperament perfectly well, and after launching its taunt, it went invisible. But Qin Zhixin didn't care. No matter what the system said, she just let it urinate and defecate in her mind.

Qin Zhixin's room had its curtains drawn and the lights off. The fluorescent light from the computer's glass screen cast a sinister glow on her beautiful face. The newly purchased memory had already been installed, and the humming of the fan in the computer case was the loudest source of noise in the room.

Qin Zhixin turned on the Penguin student account, and the cheap wired speakers were filled with the ding-dong sound of message notifications.

"Beautiful lady, can you add me as a friend?"

"Let me introduce myself. I'm your senior at Nanshi High School. I can give you extracurricular tutoring."

Ignoring the four extra friend requests, she glanced at the nearly overflowing chat box. Aside from the disgusting dog-licking greetings and friend requests, there was practically no useful information. Qin Zhixin felt a little annoyed. It was only dinner time, and some overly self-conscious people were already polluting her chat box.

Qin Zhixin directly switched to her "ghost animal" account.

She gave herself the online name Hunyuan Dachu to commemorate her previous life in her memory.

It’s just that in her previous life, the “Hunyuan Zhairen” was an elegant guest who wrote inscriptions and left seals next to the calligraphy of literati, while in this life, the “Hunyuan Dachu” is a young man with small arms who resells magnetic links online.

She clicked on the small group pinned to the top of the group assistant—Chushengzhijia. Including herself, there were 17 people in it. Aside from her own identity, she knew everyone else pretty well. These people were carefully selected from the pornographic resource group she had set up. This small group was more active than the larger one, with all kinds of keyboard politics, chatter, and arguments happening every day.

As people who were able to master the Internet and computers at an early age, almost no one in the group has a low level of education. Almost all of them are college students who are bored. The only one who has just completed nine years of compulsory education is Qin Zhixin, the group leader.

It was a good time, and nearly everyone in the group was logged in, arguing fiercely over whether the bunny of a Korean girl group member was real or not. The elasticity looked real, but the shape was too artificial, so the guy who thought it was a technology product even used modeling software to compare it.

Qin Zhixin was also overjoyed, exclaiming that they were all talented people. She guzzled some happy water, took a big bite of a peeled lychee, and jumped right into the conversation.

However, as soon as they saw Hunyuan Dachu's number, they stopped talking about the controversial topic of technology and nature.

They all began sending emojis, interspersed with the usual personal insults and greetings of the otakus. Qin Zhixin's breathing became rapid, and the pair of giant rabbits on her chest trembled with her breathing and the furious keyboard tapping. The verbal attacks in the group escalated further, and Qin Zhixin once again engaged the otakus in a heated argument, ranging from their stupid single-cell perspectives to their disdain for XP and film appreciation, to mocking the fact that graduate students' jobs consisted of filling out forms and waiting for the end of the day. After a while, the topic veered into the latest anime.

As if she had thought of something, Qin Zhixin directly sent a private message to the brother who used drawing software to model the fake rabbit.

"Lao Fang, did you see the anime they were talking about?"

[Hunyuan Dachu forwarded the group message]

"This is it, the model of the cow girl from the new show. When the finished product comes out, I'll find someone to sell it to. As usual, I'll pay you eight."

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This isn't the first time they've done this.

Lao Fang was a doctoral student at the nearby University of Science and Technology of China in Anhui Province. His lab had an imported 3D printer. Ever since Qin Zhixin learned of this, she'd approached Fang Shicheng several times, convincing him to use the printer for personal gain. After Fang Shicheng sent the product, Qin Zhixin contacted the next buyer on Tieba. She knew it wouldn't be too expensive, since it was a "three-no" product. She could only earn enough to buy soda and preserved fruit.

Lianhu District, Nanling City, just when Qin Zhixin was being pulled by the ear by Tang Yuyu and scolded for being a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

To the west of Nanling City, Anhui Province, Liu'an City.

Fang Shicheng had just finished dinner and was strolling around the school slowly to digest his food, then strolled back to the Materials Science Laboratory at USTC.

Fang Shicheng was 1.75 meters tall, skinny as a stick, and barely considered handsome, but he'd be hard to find in a crowd. He was hunched over his computer, his back hunched, and his habit of staying up late made him look a bit overindulgent. He was already over 30, with acne on his face and long, messy hair that looked like it hadn't been taken care of in a while.

To put it nicely, it's not very energetic, but to put it bluntly, it's too ugly.

Back in the lab, he didn't feel like working anymore, so he turned on his computer, logged into Penguin, and expertly clicked on the group chat "Chusheng Home." Three years ago, Fang Shicheng, a fresh-faced graduate student, was introduced to a resource group on Hunyuan Dachu by his senior in the lab, smiling broadly.

From this moment on, moral integrity is a thing of the past.

It was as if the door to a new world was violently kicked open. He could see all kinds of strange things every day. The group leader was called "Hunyuan Dachu", who was a well-known good-hearted person in Tieba. He was keen on posting pornographic pictures in Jiesese Bar and horror movies in Ziyuan Bar.

If that were all Hunyuan Dachu did, he'd be just another internet troll. But he's different. He and a few like-minded people have created a resource site called "Touch+" on the internet. It has a comprehensive collection of resources and occasionally posts free movie links and short films in the resource group.

If group members want to watch high-definition content, they have to find the corresponding post on "Chushou+" and purchase it using tokens. "Chushou+" does not support top-up because it involves illegal profiteering, and tokens can only be obtained by signing in every day. The veterans of the resource station rely on this to make a small amount of traffic money.

Fang Shicheng was a bad guy who learned good things slowly but quickly, and quickly learned bad things. He certainly lived up to the support of his classmates and group members. After the initial shock, bewilderment, and eye-opening experience, his behavior became more relaxed, and his comments in the group became more straightforward. One day, after he accidentally revealed his school and major, Hunyuan Dachu contacted him privately, confirmed his identity, and added him to the "Chusheng Home."

Initially, he had the highest respect for "Hunyuan Dachu," a selfless resource-sharing expert. But his overly discouraging comments and all sorts of quips within quips immediately broke down the already tenuous communication barrier and politeness between the two, and they quickly became close friends.

"Hunyuan Dachu" never revealed any information about himself, but Fang Shicheng felt a strong urge to confide in him whenever they chatted. Whenever he encountered something depressing, he would simply use him as a safe haven. He wasn't seeking comfort from her. Because when Hunyuan Dachu heard about others' misfortunes, he would only gloat and mock them. He was worse than pigs and dogs!

But the other party is too good at stabbing people's lungs. Without saying anything polite, his sarcastic words are like a sharp knife. While being ridiculed to the point of high blood pressure by "him", he can also be awakened by "his" words. But Fang Shicheng does not dislike Hunyuan Dachu, because lies cannot hurt people, but the truth is the knife that kills.

At this time in the group, several people were making fun of "Mr. Pickled Cucumber".

Fang Shicheng looked through the chat history and found out that he had sent a pirated movie that had just leaked from a Korean cinema. However, due to problems with the camera, the picture quality was average, and the starring actors were all members of a South Korean girl group who looked alike. The movie was said to be about a female protagonist, women pursuing freedom and liberation, and criticizing the patriarchal society and the family-centered society.

But most people in the group expressed disdain. After all, it is a joke for a girl group to talk about feminism.

Girl groups should just sing, dance and sell their dreams. These groups started out by selling bodies to make money from men, and now that they have more fans, they want to establish a feminist persona to make money from women.

Want to eat here and sleep there? Just a bunch of idiots who are both good and bad. When the economy is good, they skirt the boundaries and secretly establish a persona, as if they have truly become independent individuals. But when the economy is bad? Maybe they're going to the strip club in a group?