After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"It's normal for my child to look like me. But I'm not like that at home. I eat very elegantly at home."

"I didn't say you were ugly when eating."

Yang Qinyuan moved his index finger slightly.

"My wife often tells me and my son that we have terrible table manners when eating. It's strange, I haven't wanted to eat meat in a long time. At home, I usually just eat steamed fish and steamed eggs, and I feel uncomfortable with too much oil. Now that I'm in Shenzhen, I want to eat meat every day, and I want to eat something heavy, with a lot of oil, salt, and fat. Before, I felt uncomfortable just by smelling it."

"Oh? This is a second spring."

Tang Yuyu teased.

"Is there really such a thing as a second spring? I think I'm just greedy, but I've been eating much more these past few days than before, but I haven't gained much weight."

"I was reading a social science magazine last time about the relationship between instant noodle seasoning and economic development. A study found that regions with a stronger preference for stronger instant noodle flavors tend to have better economic development. This is because whether it's mental or physical labor, regions that require long hours of overtime tend to prefer stronger seasonings, and only regions with strong economies have a strong demand for long hours."

"It sounds like you're trading your health for money. Where did you learn this?"

"I can read it online. Anyway, I have a lot of free time now, so I subscribed to a lot of e-magazines. I read them whenever I have time. It's like recharging my brain."

"It would be great if Ye Xiaosu was like you. Now...it's better not to mention her."

"Xiao Su is a little anxious. Sometimes I can't persuade her. After all, you and she are husband and wife."

"Husband and wife? Just making do with each other. She doesn't think she's happy with me now."

Tang Yuyu sighed. She now understood where Yang Qichao learned that silly look from. It turned out that he inherited this aspect from his father.

"So you have a problem now. A woman's happiness is actually quite subjective. If she feels happy, then being a nanny is happiness, being a reproductive machine is happiness, and being a slave is happiness. If a woman feels oppressed, then doing nothing is also oppression. Having too much money means having no emotional value, and having enough emotional value means having no money. It's all oppression."

"What does that mean? Justified by faith? I don't understand. It's been so many years now, and it was just a small matter before. I went to Shenzhen City early because I didn't want to see her. I really didn't want to."

"It's justification by faith, more or less. Happiness or unhappiness actually has little to do with a woman's actual life situation; it mainly depends on her initial thoughts. If she assumes she's unhappy, she'll find fault with everything, like a glass she drops repeatedly until it finally breaks, and then, as expected, she's unhappy. If she assumes she's happy, she'll deceive herself day by day. As long as the other person doesn't hit her, or even if he does, it's fine, but not too hard, and gives her some excuse to continue deceiving herself, she'll remain happy."

"I don't understand what you women think. Forget it, you won't tell her what I said to you."

Tang Yuyu shook her head.

"Xiao Su is a little suspicious. I told her that she would wonder why I was having dinner with you alone. These things are hard to explain."

"Let her do it. Damn it."

"You should take her to see a psychiatrist and a psychologist. Sometimes I just can't understand why Qichao is so outstanding..."

Tang Yuyu was about to speak, but the waiter brought over the carpaccio beef sashimi. A stranger approached, and Tang Yuyu tactfully stopped talking. The plate of beef sashimi consisted of only six slices of beef, each topped with about a spoonful of caviar. Tang Yuyu didn't like eating raw beef, and she wasn't used to the fishy smell of caviar. Yang Qinyuan, still a little confused by Tang Yuyu's gossip, took a fork and rolled the beef around the caviar, devouring the slice in one bite. But after only two chews, his face changed, and he felt like vomiting, but he didn't. In the end, he swallowed it whole.

After swallowing it, Yang Qinyuan drank a full glass of red wine and took a long time to speak.

"It tastes so bad, so fishy, ​​it must be bad."

"Caviar is like that. Some people just love the fishy smell. Xiao Su might be in menopause, so you should be more patient. She went to the hospital for insomnia before, and the doctor said she had anxiety."

"Let's not talk about it. She's always picking on me now. Sometimes I leave the toilet lid down to go to work, and she calls me while I'm in a meeting and starts yelling at me. Then I think, wouldn't it be much more convenient for her to just reach out and lift the lid instead of calling? It's unreasonable. I know what it was like before, and now I'm the one earning the money at home..."

Yang Qinyuan complained a bit, as if he had some grudge against Ye Xiaosu, and started to criticize him again. He let go after drinking. Tang Yuyu also poured herself half a glass of red wine from the decanter, sipping it while listening. She waited until Yang Qinyuan had rambled on for a while and stopped talking before she spoke.

"Anxiety is like this. Take her to see a doctor. You've been married for years, and it's enough for one of you to have an anxiety disorder. Be patient when she picks on you. Men and women think differently. Women tend to dig deep into small things, like the toilet lid. You might think she's making a fuss, but she might think you're not paying attention to her."

After drinking, Tang Yuyu's face turned even redder, like a ripe peach. Even her eyes seemed to have a layer of mist in them, and under the dim light, she looked as charming as a ball of water. Yang Qinyuan felt a little dizzy. He looked at Tang Yuyu's face, which gradually overlapped with Ye Xiaosu's.

But Ye Xiaosu looked old, with spots on her face and deep crow's feet. She wasn't beautiful when she was young, and now in menopause, she looked even more mean. Yang Qinyuan felt a strange sense of regret. If only he had met Ye Xiaosu later, if only he had met her a year later, when Tang Yuyu gave birth to a daughter and her husband disappeared, he would have taken over immediately. That would have been so happy.

The thought of this made Yang Qinyuan feel even more dizzy. It wasn't the alcohol; red wine was no more intoxicating to him than water. He found Tang Yuyu incredibly captivating, both beautiful and intelligent. Being near her would intoxicate him, his rationality vanishing along with the dizziness.

"Yes, I don't pay attention to her. I don't want to and don't want to pay attention to her. People have to live their lives. But I feel that I can't live with her anymore."

"But you have a son, so at least wait until he goes to college. I'll go and persuade Xiao Su. Nanling is a good place for Chinese medicine treatment, so you can find her a clerical job in Shenzhen. As long as she has something to do, she won't have any wild thoughts."

Yang Qinyuan subconsciously touched Tang Yuyu's hand. Tang Yuyu trembled, but did not struggle. She looked at him with seductive eyes.

"No, Yuyu, I'm just imagining things now."

Chapter 178 Denial of Doubt

During the morning self-study session before the midterm exam, Liu Qinxiong was familiar with the process thanks to the previous monthly exam. He distributed the seats one by one according to the seating chart.

After students get their seat numbers, they use glue sticks to stick this small piece of paper on the upper left corner of their desks.

When he handed it to Qin Zhixin's desk, Liu Qinxiong deliberately stood still and stayed for a while.

Qin Zhixin was cleaning the hole in her desk and didn't notice the monitor approaching her desk. She placed all the books in the hole and on the floor, bent over, and stuffed all the small, scattered items into her schoolbag. Qin Zhixin's previous schoolbag was a canvas bag, and back then, she'd crammed everything into it.

Now her schoolbag has been replaced with a large leather bag with exquisite workmanship, but she still stuffs everything into the bag.

Qin Zhixin wore a loose beige solid color sweatshirt today.

Liu Qinxiong didn't like this style before. Not only the hoodie's shape, but also the beige color, Liu Qinxiong didn't like them at all.

A hoodie is just a cotton-padded jacket with a hood, and there are always some weird and cheap patterns on it. It looks ugly when it falls off after being washed a few times.

If it is a solid color sweatshirt, it is most likely a cheap item and looks unremarkable. It is as cheap and lacks personality as a solid color T-shirt.

During this period, clothing, especially pullovers like hoodies, had a singular aesthetic. Material and cut were completely ignored. Only large English letters like "PLAYBOY" and "CHAMPION" were considered trendy. This bizarre aesthetic was unisex, with some even sporting "IAMGODDAMNWHORE" prominently displayed on women's clothing. The wearers, however, didn't seem to care, simply dismissing it as a ridiculous trend.

So Liu Qinxiong didn’t think that the solid color sweatshirt Qin Zhixin was wearing was that good-looking.

If another girl, even Li Jinjin, the second most beautiful girl in the class, wore Qin Zhixin's outfit, Liu Qinxiong would definitely not be able to praise her, but he just thought Qin Zhixin looked beautiful in this dress.

Even if it's beige.

When Liu Qinxiong was in elementary school, he loved wearing a white shirt every summer. Over time, the collar turned yellow, and no matter how much he washed it with collar cleaner, it wouldn't come out. He thought the color was the exact same as the grime on an old urinal. Dirty, dingy yellow.

Later he learned that this color might be called beige.

A solid beige sweatshirt was a bit of a minefield for his taste, but now he really liked it because Qin Zhixin was wearing it.

The hem of the sweatshirt was too short, and when Qin Zhixin bent down, her underwear was exposed, revealing her waist as smooth as white porcelain.

Qin Zhixin is the whitest girl he has ever seen, no doubt about it.

Qin Zhixin's skin color is a kind of...

Liu Qinxiong felt at a loss for words. He could only say that Qin Zhixin's skin tone was a very sophisticated white. A cool tone? A warm tone? Liu Qinxiong couldn't tell the difference. There were so many superfluous, complex, and useless definitions in art, all of which were useless in reality, repetitive and boring like a monthly meeting. True beauty lies not in clever design, but in the collision of unconsciousness. Even a hundred recitations of strange definitions couldn't capture even a fraction of the goddess's charm.

He only knew that Qin Zhixin's skin color was a vibrant white.

If he were lucky enough to touch it, it would definitely be smoother than silk and more tender than the most tender tofu, just like Qin Zhixin's little hand.

Liu Qinxiong sat directly in front of her. He'd forgotten the day, but one day, while passing notes to the back, he'd accidentally touched Qin Zhixin's hand. It was soft and tender, with a hint of coolness to the touch, as delicate and shy as an unopened peach blossom in early March. The brief touch, physical, lasted less than half a second, but emotionally, it felt like a century.

He forgot the specific events that happened. Morning? Noon? Afternoon? Evening? But that was not the point.

The focus is on the contact itself, without having to deliberately use a rigid and precise time to plan the best memories of the day. It is really wonderful, so vivid and illusory, like a dream that never happened in reality.

The exaggerated curve of Qin Zhixin's waist was faintly visible, and the delicate dimples on her waist aroused Liu Qinxiong's fiery gaze.

The darkness in Liu Qinxiong's heart grew like weeds. Deep in his heart, a voice was clamoring and roaring frantically, because Qin Zhixin's every move was tempting him. Every bit of her made him obsessed, and the slightest imagination could trigger a reaction.

Qin Zhixin was definitely not a good woman. She was not a good woman, not pure at all. She was also too smart and opinionated, knowing everything and dabbling in everything. A good woman shouldn't be that smart.

Liu Qinxiong suddenly thought of Zhou Zhiruo in the TV series, but the actress who played Zhou Zhiruo was not even one-tenth as beautiful or one-hundredth as attractive as Qin Zhixin.

Beautiful women are the most deceptive. Maybe it's just a facade when they're around each other. Who can say that Qin Zhixin's carefree appearance isn't just a calculated performance?

Qin Zhixin was still bent over. She took out half a bag of candy from between two novels. She quickly unzipped her schoolbag and hid the candy in it.

Qin Zhixin had been bending over for too long, and her legs were numb from squatting, so she sat back in the chair and tapped her legs lightly. Seeing Liu Qinxiong standing motionless beside her, she looked up in confusion.

"What's wrong? Did I get something on me?"

The darkness in Liu Qinxiong's eyes flashed away, and then he returned to his usual honest and simple appearance.

"It's okay. I was looking for the seating strips. They were just messed up. Now I found them. Remember to stick them on the top left corner of the table."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes and began to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"You're too slow to post. You were posting while I was cleaning up, and it's still not finished."

"Hey, why don't you come over? Here's the seating chart. There are still a dozen or so left."

Liu Qinxiong pretended to put the remaining seat numbers and seating chart in his hand into her hands, and Qin Zhixin immediately performed a Sichuan Opera face-changing.

"No, I haven't finished cleaning yet."

After saying this, she squatted down again despite the numbness in her legs and continued to tidy up the hole in the table.

Liu Qinxiong's hands trembled. He felt like a complete jerk for doubting such an innocent girl. He calmed down. He just thought it was funny, shook his head, and continued to hand out seat numbers to the back.

He actually believed Fang Bixian's lies and thought that such a delicate and naive girl was scheming. He was simply blinded by greed.

That guy Fang Bixian always says that Qin Zhixin is not simple. I guess the immortal feels ashamed of himself and thinks that he can't get her and is not worthy of her, so he slanders such a good girl behind her back.

Thinking of this, Liu Qinxiong almost couldn't control his expression.

What you can't get now won't be lost forever. You can wait, and wait for a very long time. The past, present, and future are always changing dynamically.

Especially since he also knew that Yang Qichao had transferred to another school and that the biggest threat had been "exiled to Lingnan East Road". Just because Liu Qinxiong couldn't get Qin Zhixin now didn't mean he wouldn't be able to in the future.

The male protagonists in the novels he read all talked about how things change over time. Why should he accept the impossibility of his own life in reality?

How many years to wait?

Liu Qinxiong wasn’t sure either, maybe it would be a month, maybe forever.

Liu Qinxiong was used to wearing a mask of honesty. He could wait as long as he wore it. Even if he couldn't get her, at least he had a nearly perfect memory. She would be even more lovely and brighter in his memory.

Maybe after many years, when he gets married, he will give up waiting.

But when the day comes that he lets go, no one will be able to compare to the woman in his memory, not even her in the future. This can also be considered as gaining something in a sense. Who says that occupying the most beautiful moment does not count as having it?

…………

Qin Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief after dumping all the books in the empty space at the back of the classroom. She had only just cleaned up a month ago, but after a month, many odds and ends seemed to have automatically reappeared.

She had forgotten when she bought many of the snacks, and there were also a lot of small odds and ends.

An almost new fountain pen eraser and three ordinary erasers were all at the back of the desk hole. She finally found them this time. Before, she thought someone had borrowed stationery from her and hadn't returned it, and she was upset for a while.

But now she found it again. It turned out that she didn't pay attention when she was packing things.

Qin Zhixin couldn't help blushing.

There was still time before morning reading ended, but the classroom was already in chaos. Class 2's discipline was the worst in the entire grade, let alone among the key classes. The discipline committee members who regularly inspected the class had almost completely deducted all the points they could from Class 2.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

In the past, when there was chaos during self-study classes, the head teacher of the next class came to discipline them more often than Zhang Wei, the lazy dog.

Their homeroom teacher was already in bed, so even if the neighbor wanted to curse, he had less experience than Zhang Wei, so he had to call him "Master" when he saw him. Seeing several classmates leaving together at the front door, probably going to have breakfast, Qin Zhixin simply went to have breakfast as well, and then went to the exam room to prepare.

Qin Zhixin and Zhou Dahong were in the same examination room and in the same class. What was even more coincidental was that their examination seats were side by side, separated only by an aisle.

Qin Zhixin didn't think much of this coincidence; Zhou Dahong was just an acquaintance. The surprise she felt wasn't as great as the one she'd had taking the exam in Class 1. Since they were taking the exam on the same floor, Class 2 didn't have a bathroom that far from Class 1, saving her the trouble of going up and down the stairs.

But this was an absolute surprise for Zhou Dahong.

There was still some time before the test papers were distributed, and Zhou Dahong kept taking off and putting on the cap of the black pen in his hand. It seemed a bit of a stereotyped movement, but this was a method he had developed since junior high school to relieve exam stress.

Qin Zhixin sat in her examination seat, her attention completely focused on the "genuine leather" pencil case in the hole in the desk.

She was sure that this pencil case was made of genuine leather, the real thing. It had fur, paws, and a tail on it!

This pencil case is a cow cat, or at least it was a living cow cat before it was made into a pencil case. Now its eyes and mouth are sewn shut with nylon rope, and two buttons are sewn on the eyes. A zipper is installed on the cat's belly, and the stitching is crooked and crude.

Chapter 179 Passive Participation

Qin Zhixin was not blind, she could see that this strange thing should be a pencil case, a pencil case made from the fur of an entire cat.

But Qin Zhixin wasn't sure. This thing was just too ugly. It must have been an ugly cat in life, and it was even more ugly after being sewn up. Qin Zhixin touched it, and the fur wasn't very soft. The degreasing wasn't done properly, so the fur felt a bit hard. She only scratched it twice, and several strands of cat hair stuck to her hand.

White, yellow and black cat hair stuck to her fingers.

Qin Zhixin clapped her hands in disgust. She regretted that her hands were so naughty that she had to touch everything.

Zhou Dahong watched the whole process. He turned sideways to face Qin Zhixin, leaned forward as close to her as possible, and spoke mysteriously.

"Sister Xin, this is a real cat."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes at Zhou Dahong, her face full of disdain, even her rosy red lips slightly pouted. Zhou Dahong's heart burned at the sight, and he couldn't help swallowing.

"I thought it was a doll at first. Isn't it disgusting? What kind of hobby is this? Using this as a pencil case."

"It's okay. When I was a kid, I had a little cat skin vest. It's old-fashioned now. It takes three cat skins to sew one."

"Wouldn't rabbit skin be better? I heard cat skin is very thin and won't last long. The slightest movement will wear it through."

"Well, I wore them when I was a kid. New clothes were a blessing when I was little, especially since they have natural patterns. And where do you get so many wild rabbits? You'd buy rabbit skins no matter how cheap they are. Cat skins are different. You might not catch mice if you just put a mousetrap in a corner, but cats really love to get in there."

Qin Zhixin's interest piqued. She'd never played with a mousetrap before, but she'd played with animal traps and snares plenty as a child. Back then, she was a wild child, often roaming the wild hills near Badger Hill, setting traps. If the small animals she caught were dead, she'd take them home and eat them; if they were still alive, she'd kill them before eating them. But her trap had been snatched away by a wild boar. Those animals had thick skin and flesh, so even with their feet caught, they could still outrun a human.