After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Qin Zhixin stared at Yang Qichao, who was eating with gusto across from her, with a resentful look in her eyes.

Yang Qichao is now at an age where he gets hungry easily, and he eats a lot on a daily basis. Even though the food in the cafeteria is affordable and the portions are large, a meal still costs him twenty yuan. A plate is filled with meat, and with a large portion of rice, the plate looks like a small mountain.

The more Qin Zhixin looked, the more unhappy she felt, and the more resentful her eyes became.

[System, the pigs back home eat the same way he does. Eat, eat, eat! After eating, they'll be slaughtered for the New Year, and their stomach, lungs, heart, and liver will be used in soup!]

Qin Zhixin kept complaining in her heart.

[He eats like a pig, and you're taking exams like a pig. Pigs eat more to gain weight, but if you eat too much, you'll waste electricity playing games. Don't worry, your mom will definitely beat you to death tonight.]

The system's usual ridicule, anyway, the dead girl is as thick-skinned as a city wall, it is difficult to break her defense with just one or two harsh words.

Yang Qichao looked up and stared at her in confusion without saying a word, which made Qin Zhixin feel a little embarrassed.

"What are you?"

Qin Zhixin speaks the quintessence of northern China.

Yang Qichao's eyes were blurred.

"I ate in a hurry and felt a little dizzy."

　 "Why don't you just eat less? Don't throw up halfway up the sixth floor."

"How is that possible?"

"Chaozi, you eat so much, how many times a day do you have to poop? If you only poop once a day, the toilet will definitely be clogged!"

"I'm eating."

"Chaozi, why don't you try holding it in for two days?"

"I'm eating."

Qin Zhixin showed the arrogant smile of a female devil.

"I'm not eating! I have no appetite."

As she spoke, the girl's white jade fingers were holding the chopsticks and playing with the food on the plate.

Yang Qichao looked at the cute and coquettish look. He had seen this expression on her face when he was very young.

She always smiled like this, and every time she smiled she wanted to bully her, but she had no idea how seductive she was at the moment.

Yang Qichao was a little stunned, but soon returned to normal. He continued to eat with an expressionless face and spoke vaguely.

"I saw your results. They were corrected this afternoon. The student in Class 3 scored over 70 in math. They didn't rank last, you did. The corrected results weren't printed out, they were sent directly to the parents' group."

"Huh? What parent group?"

"Don't you know there's a parent group? There were two exams during the holidays, and the results were sent directly to the parents via MMS. It was my mom who added Aunt Tang to the group."

Qin Zhixin was stunned after hearing this. A feeling of powerlessness came over her like a tide, giving her the illusion of almost weightlessness.

[I'm floored. What kind of pressure monster is this? He threatens me just because I say something disgusting to him? My mom didn't even tell me. She's hiding it so well. Holy shit! This is terrifying.]

"Don't use this as an excuse! You're in high school now, so it's time to focus! Just tell me, if you could get into the top 200, would you be afraid of Tang Yuyu?"

"Actually, you don't have to be too scared. Aunt Tang should be..."

Ignoring what Yang Qichao and the system continued to say, Qin Zhixin's mind was full of the premonition of being beaten that night.

[Now you regret not coming to tutoring during the holidays, right? Studying is like rowing against the current. If you don’t make progress…]

Qin Zhixin didn't want to pay attention to the system's preaching. She felt very wronged.

Qin Zhixin looked at the mess of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and vegetables that she had unconsciously made, and didn't want to eat at all.

Chapter 16 Study Group

Several minutes after the evening self-study bell rang, Zhang Wei slowly came over and sat directly behind the iron podium. He was a little short and fat, and looked like a bald head growing on the podium, which was quite funny.

"You all know what happened on the entrance exam. The highest scorer didn't even make the top 50 in the grade. I thought you were absorbing the material during the summer tutoring. How could the gap widen?"

Zhang Wei didn't have much hope to begin with, but he couldn't help but sound sarcastic, and everyone in the class could hear it.

"I want to give special praise to Feng Yizhong. The summer tutoring teacher told me specifically that Feng Yizhong has a very good attitude. During recess, while others are playing around, he'll pester the teacher with questions. As a result, he got first place in the class in math this time, and his overall score is also in the top 100 in the grade, a significant improvement from when he first enrolled."

After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he took another sip of tea. As a math teacher, he was absolutely not satisfied with the results of the class, but he still had to praise those who deserved praise.

Feng Yizhong was singled out for praise, but he didn't seem uncomfortable at all. He knew he deserved it, and it made him feel elated. He was the top scorer in math for Class 2 this time, and his overall score was also among the best, but if he were ranked higher in his grade, he would only be 79th. Just a glimpse of the whole situation reveals just how poor Class 2's overall performance is.

"There were some who did poorly on the test, but I won't name them. Fundamentals! Fundamentals! I looked at everyone's answers during the test, but I could tell some of them were way behind. No matter how much you write, filling up the answer sheet, what's the point if your writing looks like a talisman? It won't even get you points, so there's no point in writing an essay."

Qin Zhixin knew Zhang Wei was calling her name, so she buried her head, wanting to hide under the table. Although she was naughty, she wouldn't offend Zhang Wei at this time.

The classroom was dead silent, and many people were afraid to breathe.

She did particularly poorly on her math test. Out of a full 160, she scored 56, failing.

Not surprisingly, he was the last in math in his class and also in his grade.

Zhang Wei saw that, aside from a few students who did okay on the test, the rest of the class was just looking at their desks and pretending to be bored. He didn't bother to complain. It wasn't a big deal if students didn't do well on the test, but it was a big deal if they didn't. If they continued like that, they were bound to have problems.

Only six students in the class scored over 130, and the highest scorer in math, Feng Yizhong, scored 139. However, in Rocket Class 4, 37 students scored over 130, and five scored over 150. The highest scorer, Zhou Xinshu, even scored a perfect score.

I'm not afraid of poor grades, I'm just afraid of comparison. Zhang Wei is also a little worried.

Although he had reached the end of his rope and was simply too lazy to go any further, his results were truly unremarkable. Honestly, based on his experience, his math scores were even lower than those of some regular classes.

There are still two weeks before the monthly exam, which is a unified exam for the grade. If these people still have the same results by then, and if they are really defeated by the ordinary class, where will he put his face?

"During the meeting last night, Director Gao singled out Class 2 for praise, saying that of the four classes taking supplementary classes, Class 2 was the most active at eating, the most energetic in the dormitory at night, and the entire Class 2 class slipped into the bathroom during a break. I told him that if the students in Class 2 can keep up this behavior, I'll have the worst student, the one who's holding us back the most, give a public speech at the flag-raising ceremony, giving their acceptance speech."

Even those who did well in the exam are now starting to act coy.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that the grade director Gao Qingjian was deliberately making trouble for Zhang Wei.

These two old men have been in the same school since elementary school, middle school, high school, college, and now. They've been together for half their lives, and their relationship is so close that they could wear the same underwear. They will never miss the opportunity to insult each other.

After Zhang Wei finished his Yin-Yang talk, he took another sip of water. Qin Zhixin cautiously peeked out from behind the pile of books, feeling that this old man was targeting her.

She clearly didn't even attend the summer tutoring! Why should she be asked to write an "acceptance speech"?

"Forget it. I'm not angry or blaming you this time. I just hope you can improve. On the monthly exam, I don't expect you to do better than the other three key classes. I just have one requirement: your average score can't be lower than any of the regular classes. Someone in my grade has suggested doing something called PBL, specifically study groups. I see your grades are pretty evenly distributed now, with the good and the bad mixed together. Why not just have four people in the front and back seats in a group? I'll hand out the standard answers for the exam later. I only have one requirement: you understand all the questions. You must understand the steps, the train of thought, and know where you went wrong..."

Zhang Wei finally put an end to his sarcastic remarks. With his unique speaking habit, he told the math class representative to distribute the reference answers and started studying math class.

abbreviation.

Education reformers love to mess with concepts like these, coining foreign terms. These terms are coined by random foreigners, and then immediately adopted as canonical by the Chinese government, fawning over them while regurgitating these half-foreign theories. The problem in China is that regardless of whether they are effective or not, the title of "educator" is the first thing to look at.

The greater the international title, the more effective their words are. Whether these shifting reforms will ultimately yield positive results remains uncertain. But it's not all bad. Since these reforms began, the university's facilities have at least been steadily improving.

Apart from anything else, there is a computer built into the iron podium, and it can also integrate and control the projector and audio equipment.

Most importantly, this machine is connected to the internet. If you're brave enough, you can secretly install a modem (or router) under the podium. There's also air conditioning, heating, and so on. At least the air conditioning is sufficient in the summer.

Qin Zhixin didn't dare to imagine these things when she was in junior high school. The air conditioner in the junior high school classroom was just a decoration.

Although Qin Zhixin expressed disdain for the completely ridiculous study group format, it was a complete surprise for Qiao Hua in the back row. Because Qin Zhixin and he were in the same group. More precisely, Qin Zhixin, Zhang Wanbai, Qiao Hua, and Fang Bixian formed a group, with the four of them sitting in the front and back rows.

Although for a man in unrequited love, being able to see the back of the goddess' head every day is already a great blessing for him, but being able to secretly appreciate the goddess's every frown and smile, can this be a bad thing?

Even though school had already started two days ago, he still didn't dare speak to Qin Zhixin. The sight of her face, reminiscent of a fairy goddess, left him speechless. On the other hand, Fang Bi, who had somewhat dismissed Qin Zhixin as a vicious villain, had become acquainted with her first, often chatting with her.

What made him most jealous was that Fang Bixian actually had something in common with her.

During breaks, they often chat about phone specifications, and sometimes they even talk for a long time about a game called Civilization IV.

　Especially today, when Daxian and Qin Zhixin were chatting, Qiao Hua just listened like a wooden man.

He skipped over Fang Bixian's hoarse voice. He just wanted to hear the goddess's clear and melodious voice like an oriole.

He was sending out the reference answers now. Soon, his goddess would turn around and come over. His goddess would no longer continue chatting with Fang Bixian about boring topics like electronic accessories and games.

He will take the initiative to tutor the goddess in mathematics,

He wanted Qin Zhixin to be beaming with joy, to be filled with admiration. Although his math score wasn't as good as Fang Bixian's, it was still over 120. He was confident he could solidify the goddess's weak math foundation and make her blush, "Qiao Hua, you're so smart!"

In my humble fantasy, the goddess is nothing but dust, radiant and radiant, possessing no flaws other than needing me. Sadly, fantasy and reality are two separate concepts.

A goddess has all kinds of shortcomings, any shortcoming except the need to be licked by a dog.

When the PBL group discussion began, Qiao Hua discovered that only Fang Bixian and Zhang Wanbai were discussing the topic.

Qin Zhixin turned around and slumped over the back of the chair, a look of despair on her face. Her delicate hand gently pressed against the tip of Fang Bixian's book, her two soft jade balls squeezed by the back of the chair, looking quite turbulent. The most eye-catching thing was the exquisite watch on her wrist, which complemented her fair skin perfectly, making it a breathtaking sight.

Zhang Wanbai did relatively well on the math test, but only scored over 90. However, she had studied very hard and had taken summer tutoring, so she was really upset about this score. She started pestering Fang Bixian with questions as the discussion began.

If you don't ask someone with good grades and instead ask someone with poor grades, you're truly a fool. Qiao Hua wanted to initiate a conversation with Qin Zhixin, but he couldn't utter a word, and could only hold it in until his face flushed. Even if the goddess gave the lickers an opportunity, they couldn't seize it.

After Zhang Wanbai finished asking, Fang Bixian saw someone who was daydreaming in the sky, and then looked at Qiao Hua's embarrassed expression, which he also found funny.

"Sister Qin, if you have anything to ask, just ask directly. Qiao Hua and I aren't very good at liberal arts, but we're still passable in math."

Seeing Qin Zhixin was daydreaming and Qiao Hua's face flushed, he probably saw that the real owner was shrinking.

Fang Bixian was so disappointed with his friend that he had to speak up to break the silence.

Qiao Hua was the loudest in the dormitory at night. From the clothes she wore to the watch she wore, from her facial features to her exaggerated body curves, from the way she drank water to the way she slept on the table.

Even her feet alone could keep the guys in the dormitory talking for an hour or so.

Among them, Qiao Hua, the dead bootlicker, was the most excited.

Because they were so close, Qiao Hua's vivid descriptions were enough to captivate his roommates, Zhou Dahong, Ma Lisheng, Yan Wangfei, and Feng Yizhong. But Fang Bixian had repeatedly stressed to them that Qin Zhixin wasn't just a pretty face, as they thought, and that they shouldn't be so foolish as to fall for her and end up being made fun of.

The dormitories at Nanshi High School are standard eight-person rooms, but due to allocation issues, some dormitories will not be fully occupied. Boarding students from other classes may move in later. For the time being, there are only six people living in Fang Bixian's dormitory.

"Ah? It's okay, it's okay. There are reference answers, so you can understand it."

Qin Zhixin was suddenly spoken to and finally came back to her trance.

Chapter 17: Shameless

Qin Zhixin was still thinking about what excuse to use to fool Tang Yuyu in the evening.

The habit I have developed over the years is to avoid internal conflicts as much as possible. When something goes wrong, I first look for excuses and then look for problems in the environment.

Or to put it more bluntly, she is good at shirking responsibility.

This wasn't simply a case of needing repair, although she did need to be spanked regularly and severely, but she didn't mind getting beaten, as she could always find new places to make mistakes and step in.

Fang Bixian thought that she was in a bad mood because she did poorly on the exam. This was purely subjective prejudice, just like he simply regarded Qin Zhixin as the stereotypical "brainless and pure little white flower" because she was beautiful and had a great figure.

"Student Qin, you didn't come during the summer vacation. It's normal that you didn't do well on the exam. Don't worry about it."

Qin Zhixin had a complicated expression. She looked at Fang Bixian, who seemed quite sincere, but Qin Zhixin always felt that this person was talking about things that were irrelevant.

"It's just a bad test, that's no big deal. Look at you being so pretentious and fussy. If you want to talk about something, just say it. I'm not a cannibal."

Qin Zhixin must have rolled her eyes at the other party.

"Why don't you comfort Zhang Wanbai? Compared to me, her mood is visibly worse, okay?"

Fang Bixian was a little embarrassed. He touched the tip of his nose, perhaps because he thought the action was more handsome, but he didn't know that this would make Qin Zhixin notice his lush nose hair.

Qin Zhixin's eyes twitched, and she suppressed the urge to complain. Fang Bixian gathered his emotions for a moment before speaking to Zhang Wanbai.

"Student Zhang, many of the questions this time were actually covered during the summer vacation. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I thought you studied very hard during the summer vacation."

When Fang Bixian said this, Zhang Wanbai's eyes turned red again.

The person below was really getting uneasy. He shouldn't have been so rude and caused trouble in the first place.

Qiao Hua's throat moved. He wanted to speak, but his voice seemed blocked. Somehow, he became extremely nervous when facing Qin Zhixin, afraid of saying something stupid, but when he was nervous, he couldn't speak.

Now there is no chance to do anything stupid.

But no one of the three people around him paid any attention to him.

Qin Zhixin was a little dazed. She was in a daze just now and was now in a state almost like a trance.

Zhang Wanbai was shedding tears in front of the red test paper, completely immersed in her own emotions.

Fang Bixian's face was grimacing. He wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but his emotional intelligence wasn't high enough to do so. After several seconds, he finally spoke to Zhang Wanbai.

"Student Zhang, exams are meant to help us discover problems. These questions aren't the final results of the college entrance exam, so it's normal to have good and bad grades along the way. Although you did poorly this time, as long as, as long as, uh, you work hard next time, you can still do well."

As Fang Bixian kept trying to persuade him, he began to lose confidence himself. He used a question mark to make him look like Zhang Wanbai, who was deliberately being sarcastic.

The more Zhang Wanbai listened, the more aggrieved she felt. She sniffed, a nasal sound emitting clear snot. A long stream of snot flowed along the nasolabial groove, nearly flowing directly into her mouth. She felt a "hiss" and sniffed hard, but nothing came in.

Qin Zhixin looked at her in astonishment. She felt that this girl had some mental illness. This was the third time she saw her crying in just two days.

[System, is it possible that one day, because she didn't do well on an exam, she suddenly committed suicide? Wearing all red, hanging herself at the classroom door. Oh, and wearing red embroidered shoes, that would be more appropriate.]