After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

His initial performance towards Qin Zhixin might be even worse than Wang Da's. After all, Qin Zhixin was an absolute celebrity on campus. She was as beautiful as a fairy concubine, and her contradictory temperament of being eccentric, cold, and arrogant was so unique that it was unforgettable.

And what about him? The nerd who wore his white coat yellow was not everywhere in the school, but at least he was too numerous to stand out.

Yi Congwen's empty eyes were stunned.

People are complicated, at least he couldn't describe Qin Zhixin in one sentence. She seemed to know everything, especially the strangest things, like the absurd habits of bonobos, the fact that manatees like to butt each other, and the fact that dolphins sometimes approach humans to harass them...

"Knowledge" is complete spiritual pollution to Yi Congwen, and it has shocked his soul more than once.

Sometimes, in the lab at night, just the two of them, Qin Zhixin would flash her signature smile, her lively features seemingly constantly revealing little secrets. Her smile was provocative, yet also endearing. She would quietly relay to herself this strange, unused knowledge, much of it laced with vulgarity.

But her knowledge of professional courses is rather mediocre.

"Okay, I'll go there myself later. You go to the school to arrange accommodation first, and I'll go and hand over the work, and we can have dinner together."

Qin Zhixin didn't reply. She looked out the window. The area near the Shanghai airport was vast, with wide highways teeming with luxury cars. She'd just seen two Bentleys when she passed by. As for BBAs, they were everywhere, more numerous than even the badgers back home.

But now, BBA's only remaining value lies in its brand value, and its quality is even inferior to that of similar domestic cars. This was unimaginable when she was in high school, even though Nanling City was quite developed at that time.

Times are changing so fast that even as a witness, she feels it is unreal.

The era she lived in was a completely new landscape, one this land hadn't experienced in thousands of years, and they were the products of a completely new era. Sometimes she felt lost. She wasn't Chinese in the traditional sense, and most of her peers weren't Chinese in the traditional sense either. They didn't know what their future held, and no matter how drastic the changes, it seemed they couldn't keep up with the transformation of the land beneath their feet.

They are in a new and unprecedented state of "suspension". Everything is moving forward at an accelerated pace, and the surging and roaring tide of the times has crushed the thorns in front of this country into powder.

If she calculated her life goals in terms of consumer goods, she'd wanted a scooter as a child, a high-end computer and smartphone in middle school, and a car in high school. But in this era and this country, everything she once thought unattainable was rapidly depreciating in value.

After a few years, the desires of every age group have become so cheap that they can be obtained with a little effort.

In this era, for her, it seems that only life goals and life values ​​are the most meaningful and the other side that she can strive for all her life.

"Shanghai is really rich, Chaozi. Do you remember when we came here before? It was still gloomy and hazy."

"That was a long time ago, right? In junior high school?"

Yang Qichao recalled.

"Well, it was still the World Expo. Let's collect stamps."

“I remember.”

Qin Zhixin closed her eyes, but she was not sleepy.

Wang Da first drove to the ENT hospital, encountering a traffic jam along the way. Yi Congwen was quite talkative, recounting his experiences in Beijing to Yang Qichao and Wang Da. The two megacities, separated by over a thousand kilometers and populated by people from all corners of the world, were vastly different.

Qin Zhixin was very quiet during the whole journey. She wore headphones and soon fell asleep after closing her eyes. Her delicate body seemed to sink into the car seat, her head tilted towards the steering wheel, avoiding the sunlight shining in through the car window.

At this angle, Wang Da could just see her smooth forehead in the rearview mirror, and he could even hear her very light snoring.

Qin Zhixin slept with her arms folded and her legs slightly bent. Although she was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, she looked like she was curled up. Wang Da had read a post on a WeChat official account that said a person's sleeping posture could reveal their mental state.

Sleeping with the body spread out on its back suggests a strong inner strength, confident that it can handle any threats. Curling up suggests a fragile inner self, with a strong sense of insecurity, as the curled-up position is the state humans maintain in the fetus.

At first, Wang Da thought the tweet made sense, but soon he was furious. The article mentioned the reasons for sleeping on one's stomach: obesity and a habit of staying up late, which would lead to premature death if not changed. The solution was to buy the supplements and ergonomic pillows recommended by the tweet's author.

Wang Da usually sleeps on his stomach.

It was a trivial memory, but Wang Da suddenly remembered it. He ignored the part about sleeping on one's stomach and only singled out the part about sleeping curled up.

Wang Da felt an inexplicable pang of heartache. According to Brother Chao, Qin Zhixin was from the same place as him, which meant she must be from Nanling. A beautiful girl like her had to leave her hometown to go to school alone in a big city thousands of miles away. The imperial capital had a dry climate, greasy food, and was full of underground tunnels. How could a girl from a water town, so beautiful and lively, adapt to this?

Wang Da suddenly felt an infinite pity in his heart, as if he had such a beautiful childhood sweetheart who had gone far away alone.

All these messed-up fantasies were based on the premise that Qin Zhixin slept curled up, but whether or not she actually slept curled up was a question mark. Even so, a certain over-stimulated, overly hormonal, and overly emotionally charged fat man was still deeply moved by his own potential tenderness.

Yi Congwen and Yang Qichao, who were sitting in the back row, were still chatting, and the topic naturally turned from things in the imperial capital to the Shanghai market.

"Mr. Yang, I heard the hottest thing in Shanghai right now is CITYWALK. It's about putting on your best clothes and walking around the streets together."

Yi Congwen had picked up some bizarre thing from somewhere, and the moment he opened his mouth, Yang Qichao was completely baffled. This remark caused the brain of this honest kid who had been in the Shanghai Stock Exchange for almost three years to temporarily freeze.

Yang Qichao imagined what it would be like, but still felt baffled.

He reasonably suspected Yi Congwen of engaging in regional discrimination, as he had indeed seen many young people squatting on curbs drinking coffee and taking photos. However, according to Yi Congwen's description, this was somewhat beyond the basic thinking boundaries of his simple values.

"Are you sure you're not some second-rate guy? Wearing your best clothes, getting together, and doing nothing? What's the point?"

Chapter 99: Appropriate Counterattack

The school sports meet ended hastily. After filming, Kong Yucheng no longer cared about this activity that had no use. There was not even a closing ceremony. Only students from various schools and grades left in batches.

At 11 o'clock that evening, the lights in the dormitory had been turned off, but no one was still asleep in dormitory 313 of Nanshi High School.

There was a heavy rain outside the dormitory window, accompanied by a violent wind that blew the clothes hanging in the corridor out of place, and the metal shelves on the sock drying rack kept banging against each other.

The rain tonight came very suddenly, and so did the wind.

Ma Lisheng, unfazed by the cold, lay on his side in bed in a fitted short-sleeved shirt and briefs. He sat on the upper bunk and looked out the window. The wind-swept rain slanted down, forming a transparent curtain that obscured the nearby high school building. Zhou Dahong, after scrubbing himself for a long time, ran from the bathroom back to bed in his underwear.

"Hey, Dahong! Have you washed off the smell on you? What happened to Tan Dajinhua tonight? I could smell it even from the back door."

Ma Lisheng spoke with bad intentions, but although Zhou Dahong was disgusted, he was still very happy.

"Hey, I added a lot of lactulose to the milk tea I bought her. I originally thought it would give her diarrhea, but this bastard just farted. What the hell did that bastard eat last night? Damn, I'm telling you, I heard a gurgling sound this afternoon. I've been sitting behind her for less than a month and this has happened several times. I'm fucking stressed out. It's just her stomach growling. As soon as the sound comes out, all this weird smell comes out."

When Zhou Dahong thought about what happened that night, he felt that he was suffering deeply. Tonight, Zhou Dahong returned to the dormitory and rushed into the shower room without paying attention to the cold weather. He applied a layer of soap all over his body, as if to wash away all the smell on his body.

"Oh my god, you did this? What is lactulose? Milk candy?"

"No, I bought it at the pharmacy. It's a syrup-like substance. The doctor at the pharmacy said it's sweet. A small tube costs eight yuan. I bought some pearl milk tea and poured it in for Jinhua."

Zhou Dahong felt a little proud, and he thought his approach was very smart.

"You bought her milk tea and she drank it? She's not wary at all?"

"You don't understand. She tore up my test paper yesterday. I told her I was afraid of her and wanted to give in, and she actually believed me."

"I think it's just greed. This ugly thing is really disgusting."

Qiao Hua said with a silly smile on his face. "I thought that smell was from Zhang Wanbai's fart. Zhang Wanbai farts all the time, with a long, loud "hiss," and then she pretends it wasn't hers, you know?"

This guy used onomatopoeia to explain his remarks, which made Zhou Dahong feel very disgusted.

"Do you have a grudge against Zhang Wanbai? I feel like everything about you in the lower three realms is related to Zhang Wanbai."

"Zhou Dahong, you don't understand. Zhang Wanbai blew her nose and splashed it on Qiao Hua's face. Qiao Hua loved it."

"Fuck, I get it. Damn, the one you mentioned about Zhang Wanbai making a noise is actually okay, at least there's a warning. Tan Peiyue often farts silently, so by the time we notice, she's already inhaled several times. I'm all over the place because of the smell. Fuck, this bitch hasn't stopped farting tonight. I almost think she's pooped in her pocket. Zhao Jiajun wears a mask, and I asked to borrow one from him, but he wouldn't give it to me. Fuck!"

Yan Wangfei, who was sitting not far from Tan Peiyue and had also been feeling the stench of the smoke tonight, spoke up. "Indeed, I think there must have been scallions or onions in what she ate tonight. The smell makes my eyes itch and I'm about to cry."

Fang Bixian listened cheerfully, and even when Yan Wangfei said he was about to cry, he was secretly trying to be naughty. "Hey! Yan Wangfei, you might be allergic to Tan Peiyue's shit. Besides methane and other messy stuff, farts are just aerosolized shit."

Yan Wangfei remained silent, but Zhou Dahong's defenses were broken. "Fuck, if I'm close enough to smell more, doesn't that mean I'm eating some of her shit?"

Qiao Hua said happily, "You deserve it. Who told you to bully others?"

Feng Yizhong spoke in a nice-natured way. "You're being a little too harsh. What if he's just not feeling well?"

Feng Yizhong was sitting far away, and he knew someone had been farting during evening study because Tan Peiyue's farts were loud tonight. However, his position was upwind. Upwind, one couldn't smell anything, and it wasn't until he was in the dormitory that he realized it was Tan Peiyue who had farted. Although he also thought Tan Peiyue and Chu Keke were unsightly, he usually just listened and didn't participate in the discussion.

"Fuck you, switch seats next month and you can sit behind her and enjoy it. It's none of my business if she's not feeling well. This fat bitch who keeps farting should just go into the bathroom and stay there. Fuck, I've been writing self-criticisms and eating this fat bitch's farts for the past two days. Fuck."

Zhou Dahong was a little excited. After he said this, Feng Yizhong fell silent. After all, Feng Yizhong was just that kind of person. He could express a neutral point of view at any time, but that didn't mean he was really willing to suffer for others.

"Fuck, I haven't told you guys yet. I saw someone else spreading the news that the monthly exam is in two days, and it's a joint exam."

Ma Lisheng didn't want to hear what Jinhua's fart smelled like, so he changed the subject. Although Ma Lisheng loved to watch the fun, he couldn't tolerate it if the "fun" was too dirty.

"No. 1 Middle School just took the test, it doesn't feel real to me. Zhang Wei even explained the final math question on their monthly exam to us."

Fang Bixian sighed. This topic was discussed during the day and again at night. He vaguely felt that it might be true.

"Master, didn't you check your phone?

"My phone ran out of battery a long time ago, so I asked Qin Zhixin to take it away to help charge it."

"Oh my god, Qin Zhixin charged your phone? Where's your power bank?"

"I gave her the power bank, and mine is out of power."

Fang Bixian naturally told Qin Zhixin that he had given his phone and power bank to her, but to the others in Class 313, this sounded like bragging. Ma Lisheng felt a little sour, but he kept quiet and continued talking about the monthly exam.

"No. 1 Middle School's forum is going crazy. Didn't someone at Shigao High School post about us taking exams with No. 1 Middle School in two days? They even posted the second-year exam papers."

"Fuck, you guys think the test paper in that post is real? Then why don't we stay up all night to discuss it?"

"Hua Zi, what are you thinking? That's a sophomore exam. Do you think you can discuss it if you understand it? Besides, it was leaked today. Three days is enough time to get a new exam paper."

Thunder started to roar outside. First there was a flash of blue light, and a few seconds later there was a muffled sound of thunder.

Fang Bixian sat up in bed. "I was wondering why Qin Zhixin kept holding a math notebook today. I guess there's news."

"Where did Xinxin get the news?"

"Zhou Xinshu from Class 4, right? Didn't you see Zhou Xinshu ask her to leave today and even forced a box of imported fruit on her?"

Qiao Hua suddenly realized what was happening and was a bit furious. "Fuck, is that Zhou Xinshu trying to steal Yang Qichao's girl?"

"Don't you despise Yang Qichao the most? Why are you so anxious again about Zhou Xinshu trying to steal Yang Qichao's girlfriend?"

"No, Yang Qichao has no money. Zhou Xinshu is not only rich, but his grades are also better than Yang Qichao's. The threats posed by these two people are different."

"You understand now. Are your grades as good as Yang Qichao's? He's the top student in Class 4, tall and strong, and you're just an average, below-average student in an ordinary key class. Lu Zude, the top student in our class, is nowhere near as good as Yang Qichao. In the last exam, Lu Zude didn't even get the average score for Class 4. If you think Yang Qichao is bad, then first try to score higher than Lu Zude."

Qiao Hua was so upset by Ma Lisheng's cold shoulder that he almost lost interest. "Oh, I really don't want to take the test. I couldn't understand the physics lesson tonight. Luckily, physics is graded. By the way, Daxian, what did you and Xinxin talk about this afternoon? I saw she was so happy."

Qiao Hua didn't stay at his seat this afternoon. After seeing Qin Zhixin and Zhang Wanbai leave, he went to the playground and had a good time. When he came back later, he saw Qin Zhixin laughing so hard that she was shaking with laughter.

"Nothing, she was joking with me this afternoon."

"Fuck, Daxian, is the campus beauty Qin joking with you? You're not joking with her? Are you getting it wrong?"

Fang Bixian thought of Qin Zhixin's story and couldn't help but blush. If he had played such a vulgar joke on another girl, he would probably have been treated as a hooligan.

"She was just kidding me. Don't treat her like some innocent little girl. She's a bit, uh, quirky. She really knows a bit too much about that. If you tell her dirty jokes, she might think you're being too conservative."

Fang Bixian initially wanted to use the word "improper" to describe it, but felt that the word was somewhat ambiguous, so he changed it before speaking.

"Master, please tell me in detail. I was really enlightened this afternoon. The squad leader was like a supporting actor."

Zhou Dahong became interested.

"That's right, Master, tell me what joke the school beauty played on you."

Ma Lisheng was happy to have fun, and he also noticed how seductively Qin Zhixin smiled at No. 1 Middle School today, so he almost gave up his mature woman XP.

"Hey, don't give me some messy nicknames when the time comes."

Fang Bixian saw that he couldn't avoid the topic, so he had to speak.

If they asked Liu Qinxiong for details tomorrow, he wouldn't exaggerate, but he might just spread rumors. They knew it was only a matter of time before Qin Zhixin's joke with him would happen again. Fang Bixian, feeling jealous, told the story of "The Carrot of Damocles."

"This is from her novel, and the content is not suitable for children. Then Qin Zhixin tricked me into this story. I emphasize again, don't spread it around!"

"Fuck, no wonder I saw Xinxin drawing carrots on the window glass for you at night."

Qiao Hua realized it belatedly. He saw Qin Zhixin drawing carrots on the glass during evening study. At that time, he thought she was still childish. Now he realized that this was just another tease from the other party.

Qiao Hua couldn't help feeling bitter. He also sat behind Qin Zhixin, but Qin Zhixin didn't talk to him, but she was becoming more and more familiar with Fang Bixian.

Chapter 100: Put Yourself in Others’ Situations

There was another "boom" outside the window of dormitory 313, a flash of thunder, and a brief blue light illuminated the dormitory. There was silence in 313 for a moment, and Zhou Dahong broke the silence.

"But don't tell me, Qin Zhixin is really easy to talk to. The fruit she brought today, wow, it was so expensive, but she just let us eat it."

"That was given by Zhou Xinshu, right?"

Zhou Dahong didn't care who gave him the fruit; it went into his stomach anyway. "It's none of our business whether it's a gift or not. I ate half a box anyway."

Qiao Hua felt a little envious when he heard this. "If I had known this, I wouldn't have run around and would have come to eat Xinxin's cherries too."

"Why are you talking so obscenely?"

"Where is it vulgar? It's obviously what you think is dirty. But Qin Zhixin is really good. Even the immortal can talk to her."

Fang Bixian was a little confused. "What do you mean I can talk to her?"

"Haven't you noticed that Zhang Wanbai is often angry with you? She asks you questions and you treat her like an idiot. Even if you explain the topic clearly, your tone is really bad."

"Can you blame me? She asks me questions and I have to put on a smile? If you want to ask, then ask. If you don't want to ask, then figure it out on your own. There's no need for so much trouble. Besides, Qin Zhixin doesn't ask me questions. If she doesn't know the answer, she'll figure it out on her own."

"Don't you chat with her often? I heard from Huazi that you and Qin Zhixin were talking about games that I've never heard of."

"Yes, she often stays up late playing games, and she only plays single-player games. It's normal that you haven't heard of it. I have heard of it because my cousin plays it, and I play with him during the holidays. Her hobbies are quite niche, and she doesn't play those online games that you play very often."