After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The physics teacher entered the classroom, carrying a tattered briefcase. The noisy classroom suddenly quieted down. Zhao Jiajun stopped staring at Ma Lisheng, but he already had an inexplicable hostility towards him.

The hostility was reflected in his sitting posture. Zhao Jiajun sat sideways, deliberately staying away from Ma Lisheng, as if Ma Lisheng carried a contagious bad luck.

Ma Lisheng doesn't care.

He felt that he didn't need to care about what this idiot thought. Qin Zhixin could trick him into being against her in two minutes. No matter how much he explained, the next time Qin Zhixin did something bad, this idiot would get angry again.

Ma Lisheng swallowed the candy in one gulp. His Adam's apple moved, but the sweet taste remained in his mouth.

Qin Zhixin carefully hid her cell phone.

The second group’s location is good. Although it is not as advantageous as the fourth group’s location by the window, it is still much more convenient to hide your phone than the first group’s location.

Physics teacher Chen Huaiyuan still spoke with a thick Hai'an accent, mixed with a touch of Nanling dialect. Both dialects were unpleasant to listen to, and the combined effect was even more unbearable.

Qin Zhixin had just found a few newly opened magnet resource sites on the Chushou+ forum and began editing links with ease. The videos she linked to were all specially made by her. She didn't know how to do this before, but she was humble and eager to learn. It took her less than an evening to learn how to generate links.

At first she wasn't that bad, she just took a horror movie, changed the file name and uploaded it.

But she grew up later. The most important characteristic of growth is learning to reflect.

Qin Zhixin's reflection was very effective. She realized that people shouldn't be so lazy.

Nowadays, even those who fish know to make a nest. Before, if you upload a horror movie, you can tell you’ve put the wrong thing in just by watching the opening credits. The people who were tricked by her would at most curse and close the video, saying it was bad luck. It didn’t help them quit fishing at all.

So Qin Zhixin taught herself editing when she was in junior high school.

Editing is a great skill. Not only can you edit horror movies to scare people, but you can also steal other people's videos to make money.

She edited horror content from the internet and "high-energy clips" from thrillers into the last 30 minutes of the actual film.

Chen Huaiyuan stood at the podium, his back to the students. He didn't look at them, but continued to lecture, drawing on the blackboard as he spoke. The chalk clattered against the blackboard again and again, a sound that, even if it wasn't loud, seemed ethereal in the quiet classroom.

Qin Zhixin poked her head out from behind the pile of books, took a cautious look, then retracted her head. She hunched over and continued with her "quit brine" project.

Anyway, she always got A+ in physics and didn't care about the class at all.

The system ignored her because it had already blocked her. It had blocked her since she uploaded some harmful content on the welfare resource station.

This time He didn't even bother to scold her. She had done well in the exam anyway, so the system would just let her do whatever she wanted.

It is rare for Qin Zhixin not to do bad things when she has free time. It is just her usual practice to pollute the Internet environment again.

And what about Qin Zhixin? She didn't care whether what she did was bad or not; she had an extremely flexible moral compass. As long as it made her happy and didn't cost her anything, she would do it. And most of these actions were self-defeating and purely aimed at inciting hatred.

But it’s really fun to do bad things.

Qin Zhixin lay on the table, a smirk etched in her lips, unable to be suppressed. Her erect breasts were wedged against the table's opening, and even the slightest squeeze was enough to make her feel uncomfortable due to her overly sensitive body. She shifted slightly, keeping her head hidden behind the pile of books.

She was briefly in a dilemma.

Which XP otaku did she gank this time?

Is he a minotaur who likes the standard erotic housewife? Or is he a perverted lolita con who likes the innocent schoolgirl being bullied by her older brother?

She had already downloaded these two popular reeds and had already tasted them last night.

As for scary clips? She had plenty on her phone. Horror movies aside, just search for all sorts of off-the-line stuff on GORE. But that was still too simplistic. In this age of internet explosion, direct sensory shocks can no longer deliver much of a shock.

Qin Zhixin’s favorite segment now is the base paste part.

In the last second, she was a little girl who met the XP standards, but in the next second, she turned into a group of burly men fighting with bayonets.

This is definitely a huge blow to the otaku's heart.

After a brief moment's thought, Qin Zhixin decided to become a pure love warrior. She would use cyber mines to give the online minotaur a slight psychological shock.

Qin Zhixin felt that her approach was particularly in line with the current online buzzword: craftsmanship. While this was initially a small cabinet's way of bragging, collaborating with various "immortals" to create an atmosphere of profiteering, this was 2013, not 2023.

The online image of the small cabinet has not yet collapsed due to various bows, and the spirit of craftsmanship is still a good word that is deeply bound to the cabinet and has strong positive meanings.

At least in Qin Zhixin's opinion, this is a good word.

Her craftsmanship is evident here: precise nesting and meticulous material selection. She wants to give the unfortunate otaku who downloads this resource a good taste of the wickedness of the human heart.

She skillfully opened the editing software on her phone, deleted the last twenty minutes of the NTR film, and connected it with a high-intensity bayonet fight, and that was it.

Qin Zhixin poked her head out again.

Chen Huaiyuan was still talking non-stop.

Perhaps because they had just returned from vacation, many of the students around them were clearly distracted. Qin Zhixin only noticed Zhou Dahong in front of her, peeking at an extracurricular book, while Zhao Qingzi next to her was checking her face with a small mirror.

Zhang Wanbai, who was in front, still looked like a good student and kept taking notes.

Qin Zhixin subconsciously tilted her head slightly to the left and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Ma Lisheng was a little absent-minded. He noticed Qin Zhixin looking over, and they locked eyes. But Qin Zhixin didn't show any of the gentleness she had just shown. She didn't even glance at him before looking away. She looked like a thief, not quite honest. She looked around and then retracted her head.

Qin Zhixin confirmed that it was safe and changed to a more comfortable position lying on the table.

Qin Zhixin fell into a bad fantasy.

In her imagination, there was a poor otaku in this world. After a long day of work, he dragged his exhausted body home and lay alone in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Just then, he wanted to check out the latest reeds. Following the instructions on the forum, he found the license plate number and downloaded it from a reliable magnet website.

After waiting for more than ten minutes with great anticipation, the progress bar finally showed that the download was complete. He happily began to watch this small movie that was compatible with his XP. When he was hard and engorged, and silently leaning on his five fingers to relieve himself, he scrolled the progress bar to the next 30 minutes of high definition.

What kind of mental journey will he go through then?

Anticipation, surprise, fear, anger?

When Qin Zhixin thought that Zhai Zhai would waste at least dozens of minutes to download resources because of her actions, and would be scared by the male copper after that, she happily showed a smile that was almost like Ah Hei Yan.

The joy of doing bad things made her feel like something in her heart was about to erupt.

Qin Zhixin stretched out her delicate fingers and carefully tapped the screen. She generated a magnetic link on the BtT tool on her phone.

She saved more than a dozen magnet websites, and nearly half of them had been shut down due to intensive reports.

Qin Zhixin was certain this wasn't her doing; she wouldn't do such a degrading thing. Reporting something worthless after it was braised was too degrading. Qin Zhixin might be a beast, but she wouldn't do such a thing as crossing a river and then destroying it.

But it is hard to say whether the website was blocked because of the strange resources she uploaded.

If it was really her who did it indirectly, then we can only blame the otaku for not being tolerant enough towards multiple XP.

She spent a good while uploading the resources to these magnet websites. At that moment, Chen Huaiyuan was still writing formulas on the blackboard. He was completely immersed in the rhythm of his lecture, not caring whether the students were listening to him or not.

In other words, the students at Nanshi High School are of high quality. If it were in other schools, it is hard to say how many people would listen to his teaching method.

Qin Zhixin felt a little bored after transferring the resources. Looking at the remaining battery of her phone, which would last until school was over, Qin Zhixin reluctantly turned off the phone and put it back into her schoolbag.

Chapter 206 Competition Class

After the midterm exams, and even until half of November, the competition class of Nanshi High School was finally officially opened.

The competition class is divided into four subjects: mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology.

In addition to Qin Zhixin and Lu Zude participating in the physics competition class, Deng Lanying and Qiao Hua from Class 2 will participate in the biology competition, and Wei Jingxue will participate in the chemistry competition. Almost all the students in the first year of high school who can participate in the mathematics competition class are concentrated in the rocket class.

Only five students from the entire second class were selected, and the combined total of all the students participating in the competition classes for the entire first grade of Nanling Experimental High School was only about seventy. More than half of them came from the four key classes, and half of these students were from the Rocket Class.

It is definitely the best of the best, but many of these people will be eliminated in the preliminary round. Most of them will just get the second or third prize in the province and then come back to continue preparing for the college entrance examination.

As for joining the provincial team?

These aren't things students in ordinary classes should be thinking about, or even those in key non-rocket classes. The entire Jiangsu Province physics competition team only has a little over twenty students, and the numbers for other subjects are similar. Even at a top-tier high school like Nanshi High School, the combined number of students who made it to the provincial team in all four subjects never exceeded three.

Even so, this ratio is exaggeratedly high. After all, the provincial team only recruits more than 20 people, while Jiangsu Province has thirteen cities. In addition, due to the talent siphoning effect of some educationally strong cities such as Suzhou and Jinghai, some cities have not produced a provincial team member for several years.

The first evening study session was only a few minutes away when the five students from Class 2 who were participating in the competition class packed up their bags and ran away.

As soon as the rocket class left, more than a dozen people left. Those who knew each other were still gathered in the hallway, waiting for others, their voices quite noisy. The competition class's training camp was arranged on the second floor of the comprehensive building behind the senior high school building. The entire floor was filled with multimedia rooms.

Qin Zhixin and Lu Zude remained silent as they entered the room together. The cram school classroom was arranged differently from the classrooms in the teaching building. Here, there were only fourteen long plastic tables in one room. Each table had a fixed iron frame, and underneath it were strips of LED lights. The frames also had hinges at each end, attached to movable lamps.

Each table is equipped with two chairs. The chairs are ergonomic chairs with backrests and lumbar pillows. Although they are not expensive, they are much more comfortable than those used in classrooms.

Lu Zude chose a seat in the last row, a less conspicuous spot where he could keep a low profile. Lu Zude was a top student in Class 2, but in this small class, he could only barely rank fifth. Those who didn't do as well as him were either taller or more handsome.

All in all, he is on the roadside and chooses to keep a low profile.

But Qin Zhixin was also in the class, so even if Lu Zude wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't. As soon as he sat down, Qin Zhixin walked straight over to him and placed her schoolbag on the table. Lu Zude seemed startled by this gesture, stretching his neck and then shrinking it again.

He looked at Qin Zhixin who was taking out her schoolbag. He looked at her straight in the eye at first, but then changed his gaze to sideways and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Several boys who had already arrived in the class had been staring at him and Qin Zhixin since the moment they entered the room. When they saw Qin Zhixin sitting directly next to Lu Zude, they stared at him intently. Lu Zude felt that someone was jealous and his eyes were red, but he didn't dare to point it out, let alone make a mockery. After all, there was really nothing between him and Qin Zhixin.

Qin Zhixin's schoolbag was so big that it looked a little disproportionate. She took out a canvas pencil case and some draft paper from it, and also took out a bag of dried beef-flavored pork strips. She tore open the package and gave half of it to Lu Zude.

Lu Zude took it with a silly smile on his face. Qin Zhixin held the dried meat in her hand and licked it. Seeing this, Lu Zude followed suit and licked the dried meat in his hand carefully.

The other students from the competition class also gradually arrived. The Rocketry class had the most students, a full six. They all sat together, occupying the seat in front of Qin Zhixin. Besides Qin Zhixin, there were two other girls in the competition class: one from Class 3, the other from a regular class.

The two girls came as a team. They were talking and laughing when they came, and they laughed loudly on purpose. From outsiders, it seemed that they had a really good relationship.

However, tonight is only the third session of the competition class, and even dog training cannot develop affection in such a short time.

After entering the classroom, Chen Lanjie, a girl from Class 3, glanced around, but she deliberately avoided Qin Zhixin, who sat in the last row. Mu Jiayi, a girl from the regular class, didn't have the same whims as Chen Lanjie. The competition class was almost entirely made up of boys, most of whom were from key programs, and she didn't even know many of them. So, after entering the classroom, she quickly lowered her voice and walked with her head down.

The two girls arrived late, and there were only two empty seats in the first two rows of the classroom, so they had to sit in the front of the classroom.

Qin Zhixin glanced at the two girls in the front row. She always felt that the dark-skinned girl from Class 3 seemed to be hostile to her. Chen Lanjie's strange little actions were too much, even if she was a big girl, she would be very angry.

He curled his lips in disdain.

Chen Lanjie's looks barely qualify as average, but her skin is sallow and sallow; few boys in this small class have darker skin. Mu Jiayi, from the regular class, has a prominent face, commonly known as an "overbite." Even with that flaw aside, her features lack any vibrant color, seeming rather ordinary and lacking in color.

Both of these girls are of a level of beauty that few boys would like, even in a crowded science class.

Qin Zhixin quickly devoured the dried meat in her hand and glanced at Lu Zude next to her. He was still licking the meat, like a dog that had stumbled upon a bone. Qin Zhixin nudged Lu Zude's arm with her elbow and winked at the two girls in the front row, asking him to comment.

But Lu Zude had no idea what Qin Zhixin wanted him to do. She was like a blind man flirting with him. Even after being pushed into her, he continued to lick the dried meat, as clueless as a goat licking salt bricks.

Qin Zhixin saw that he had no chemistry with her, but she wasn't annoyed. This little fat boy had been a very honest kid since he was little. The dumber he was now, the better chemistry they would have after she "trained" him.

"Student master, did you see those two girls in the front row? Which one do you think is prettier?"

Lu Zude stretched his neck to look at it, but after staring for several seconds he couldn't figure out what it was, so he spoke uncertainly.

"How can I say that? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What I think is beautiful may be considered ugly by others."

Qin Zhixin moved closer and lowered her voice.

"Let me put it another way. Which of these two girls would you rather have?"

Lu Zude coughed violently, his face flushed red, tears streaming down his face. His eyes widened as he stared at Qin Zhixin's face, her eyes. They were so close now, the warm fragrance from Qin Zhixin's hair, tinged with a seductive intoxication, sending blood rushing through Lu Zude's still-developing brain.

Qin Zhixin asked him who he wanted to sleep with, and Lu Zude subconsciously wanted to say that it was her he wanted to sleep with, but he didn't dare to say it. Even though he was sure that the other person knew who he wanted to sleep with, he still didn't dare to say it.

Lu Zude avoided Qin Zhixin's playful eyes, dodging and hesitating.

"The one from Class 3, she seems to be quite good at dressing up."

"Oh? Do you like this?"

There was a smile in Qin Zhixin's eyes, but Lu Zude immediately shrank his neck. He felt that it was a bit dangerous to continue talking about this topic with Qin Zhixin.

"No, I just said the one in Class 3 is prettier than the other one. This is an objective fact, and objective facts have nothing to do with subjective preferences."

"No, what I asked later was which one you wanted to have sex with, and you've already made your choice with your dick. Tsk, I didn't realize that Lu Xueba actually likes dark skin. Do you like black farm machinery?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have any. How could I possibly like black skin? But what is a black farm machine?"

"It's a song."

"what?"

"Negro."

Qin Zhixin looked at Lu Zude speechlessly, but Lu Zude still looked confused.

"What's a Negro? A brand?"

"Nigger, black man, NIGGER, Nig, do you understand now?"

The beautiful girl made a funny expression as she spoke, her facial features extremely lively. Lu Zude was a little dazed by her. He couldn't explain the feeling, it was like anesthesia, but also admiration.

He felt like a moth stuck in a spider's web, too foolish to resist and just let himself be pushed into the gentle night.

"I understand, I understand. You always say weird things and I don't react to them."

Sitting in the front were Chen Chen and another boy from the Rocketry class. Chen Chen was Yang Qichao's deskmate, and Qin Zhixin had seen him before when she went to Class 4 to look for Yang Qichao, but she was only familiar with him.

But Chen Chen didn't think so. His mind was full of thoughts, and the flame of desire was licking his heart.

Yang Qichao had already left, thousands of miles away, a place so far away that even in ancient times he would have been exiled. He was practically dead. Chen Chen had inquired, and he knew that Yang Qichao had left during the exams, and Qin Zhixin hadn't even gone to see him off.

Yang Qichao was just a passer-by in her life. The world is so vast, how many passers-by are there in life?