After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

This time, she simply asked Yang Qichao to take her there. He had a car and she had some money recently. The small amount of money to treat Yang Qichao to a meal of chicken was nothing to Qin Zhixin.

Although in a few years, there may be more shops selling braised chicken than Shaxian snacks, for now, this thing is still a peep show. Indeed, braised chicken first appeared in Shandong Province in 2011. Due to its fast preparation, low price and stable taste, it is an extremely successful business model and soon became popular.

Jiangsu Province is connected to Shandong Province, and braised chicken has now appeared on the streets of Jiangsu Province.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Qin Zhixin slyly stopped Yang Qichao who was about to go to the cafeteria.

"Chaozi, run! The teacher won't be here tonight!"

The girl had a playful and lively expression, and her tone was tender and lingering with some Suzhou soft words. She leaned closer while speaking, with a playful smirk on her pretty face.

Yang Qichao had no objection and was led away by the girl like a dog.

He had already felt a lot of extremely unfriendly gazes, and those resentful looks made him feel as if he had exposed their innocence.

"Chaochao, there's a new braised chicken restaurant in the university town in the south. It's a bit far, so let's ride our bikes there! I'll treat you this time!"

The evening sun was still a bit dazzling. Under the orange-red sunset, Qin Zhixin seemed to be radiating an ambiguous warm glow in the corridor. Qin Zhixin was dazzled by the sunset and squinted her eyes. She deliberately emphasized the word "we", downplaying the fact that the girl was just a freeloader.

“That’s a bit far.”

He was not good at sweet talk, and after making a bland comment about the distance, he fell silent again.

If he were a playboy like her in her past life, when he met a girl he wanted to sleep with, he would first try to find a topic of conversation and tell a dirty joke to make her laugh, preferably one that was dirty enough but not too vulgar. This would liven up the atmosphere while also making her shy. Then they would go for a few drinks in a dimly lit place. When both of them were slightly tipsy, it was time for some sweet time.

Qin Zhixin, who had been instilled with a lot of bad memories, was indifferent to a fool like Yang Qichao. But even if a playboy with a sweet talk strictly followed the above process, it would probably be useless to Qin Zhixin. First of all, dirty jokes could not break her defense.

She is several levels ahead of her peers in terms of pornography.

Seeing that Yang Qichao was still so boring, Qin Zhixin was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to fiddle with her mobile phone. With Yang Qichao leading her, she didn't have to worry about stepping on or tripping over her mobile phone while walking and playing with it.

Boring but reliable, and able to spoil her, this is why Yang Qichao can still barely catch Qin Zhixin's eye.

As usual, after Yang Qichao pushed the car out of the school gate, Qin Zhixin got in. She sat in the back seat and read the "Minecraft" tutorial on the forum. There was a popular post about the construction process of the automatic iron brushing machine.

She watched with great interest and thought about trying to replicate it in the evening, but she didn't notice that Yang Qichao had added a thick cotton pad to the back seat of his bicycle.

This was added by Yang Qichao specifically for her, but she was only concerned with having fun by herself.

Yang Qichao rode steadily and fast, and arrived at the hotel before Qin Zhixin finished reading the post.

Wang Ji Braised Chicken with Abalone Sauce and Rice

The big yellow sign reveals the owner's embarrassing lack of education.

These days, many students have a modest meal budget, hovering around 6 yuan. In 2013, it was rare for a high school student to have over 1,000 yuan in pocket money, so Qin Zhixin was truly considered a wealthy woman. The average family with good financial resources would have 600 to 800 yuan a month. Some families with stricter social arrangements might have only 200 to 300 yuan.

This braised chicken rice restaurant on South Street sells a small portion of braised chicken for 8 yuan, and the side dishes include "technological" meatballs, potato chips, small green vegetables, and a little bit of diced mushrooms. The total portion is still quite large.

The price is affordable for high school students. It is too far from Nanshi High School, so most of the people who come here to eat are nearby college students and office workers.

Yang Qichao went to park the car, Qin Zhixin pushed open the door and jumped into the store. The cool air from the air conditioner hit her face, and the pair of fat rabbits on her chest were jumping especially happily.

There were already quite a few people in the store, and when they saw the rabbit jumping around, many of them stared with wide eyes.

The restaurant's seating is arranged in three rows: the right row has the typical four-person tables, while the left two rows are for two. She went to the front counter to order, looking at the menu hanging above. She asked for a small braised chicken with an extra portion of fish tofu and kelp, and ordered it spicy. She also ordered a large portion with extra chicken, pork ribs, beef balls, shrimp paste, vermicelli noodles, and potatoes, and ordered it extra spicy.

But she thought about it and changed her mind.

"No, change it to medium spicy, not extra spicy! Ah, no no no, it's still extra spicy! Boss! The large one is extra spicy! The small one doesn't want spicy! Don't mix them up!"

Qin Zhixin's characteristic of bullying the weak and fearing the strong was revealed at this moment, and she didn't dare to go too far.

Fish tofu was one yuan, kelp was fifty cents, a large portion was fourteen yuan, pork ribs were four yuan, beef balls and shrimp balls were one and a half yuan each, and the extra size was another four yuan, bringing the total to twenty-five and a half yuan. Qin Zhixin also ordered a bottle of Assam milk tea. Including hers, dinner cost over forty yuan, a luxury for most high school students.

Qin Zhixin quickly paid the bill, and while the boss was giving her the change, Yang Qichao locked his car and walked in. There were few empty seats in the store at this point, and Qin Zhixin looked around, considering the few remaining seats.

The high school students finished their classes late and they lived far away from each other, so this happened to be the peak time for serving the food.

She chose a table for four, occupied by middle-aged men dressed like office workers. There were still three empty seats, so Qin Zhixin sat down and placed her milk tea on the table. Her actions drew disappointment from several of the college-aged students in the restaurant.

As soon as a beautiful girl like Qin Zhixin, who they rarely see in daily life, walked in, they immediately noticed her.

They hoped that she would choose to sit opposite them, so that they could have close contact and perhaps some sparks would fly. Maybe they could even add a Penguin account and go through all the cheesy and vulgar scenes.

Hallucinations are always connected, especially unrealistic hallucinations.

The humble dream of gaining power overnight, the ugly dream of beauty, the foolish dream of getting a good score on the imperial examination. Suddenly, you have what you lack the most. This vain feeling is so wonderful.

Possess, obtain, and let the fantasy end there.

Unfortunately, they are all greedy fantasies, which will be easily blown away by the wind of reality like soap bubbles. The fact is that the objective development of things will not change due to human subjectivity.

Does a beautiful woman know that she is the object of many people's fantasy because of her beauty and gracefulness? She must know, but even if she knew, the most she would do is to curse, "How disgusting."

Of course, it is more likely that he treats them as air, like rats, and considers scolding him as enough of a favor.

But then what? That otaku will continue to indulge in the fleeting joy of cyber-nipple music and the resentment of being overly ambitious but underappreciated, continuing his ordinary life. He'll periodically lament his underappreciated talents, periodically rail against social injustice, and continue to shower gifts on the hip-shaking, bear-shaking streamer.

This isn't 2013; this is 2013.

After a long wait, the proprietress arrived with her braised chicken. The broth in the small clay pot was boiling, and it was filled with chicken, at least six or seven pieces. Steam rose from the pot, threatening to burst, but gradually subsided over time.

Qin Zhixin expertly instructed Yang Qichao to unscrew the bottle of Assam milk tea. She wanted to drink some milk tea before eating the chicken. It was her habit to drink a drink to moisten her throat before eating, or soup if she didn't have a drink.

It was still the same taste, she liked this taste. The bitterness of the black tea powder fully blended the sweetness of sugar and milk, adding a hint of bitterness to the drink. The industrially produced thickener made the drink smoother in the mouth.

Qin Zhixin picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, waited for it to cool down, and took a bite.

It was a bit bland, with a distinctly factory-mixed sauce that was sweet, and lacked enough star anise and Sichuan peppercorns. The chicken was frozen, overcooked, and had a slight, frozen fishy smell. It was pretty standard fast food, far from delicious, lacking any character, and not worth the trip.

Yang Qichao's portion of braised chicken was too large, and the kitchen was still cooking. He could only stare boredly at Qin Zhixin across from him. Her eyes were full of sparkling light, her face was radiant, her voice was as fragrant as orchids, and she was a feast for the eyes.

The girl's movements of picking up the chopsticks were very graceful, as if it was natural. It was very pleasing to watch him, but it was just watching, because this damn girl would say something irritating again when she opened her mouth.

Yang Qichao stared at Qin Zhixin's neck. The subtle movements of her slender neck as she chewed and swallowed made him feel a little moved.

Soon, a clay pot of a different color and noticeably larger than two times was brought to Yang Qichao. It was filled to the brim, almost overflowing with ingredients, and the hot aroma was accompanied by the pungent smell of chili peppers. Without giving it much thought, Yang Qichao shoveled a few pieces of meat onto his rice. One bite of his was equivalent to at least three of Qin Zhixin's.

Then Yang Qichao's face turned visibly red and he started coughing due to choking.

There were too many peppers, so he knew who was responsible without having to be told.

Yang Qichao coughed so hard that tears and snot came out. It took him a long time to recover. He stared straight at the female ghost opposite him.

Qin Zhixin felt a little guilty when being stared at. She just thought that his face full of tears and snot and his ferocious expression was too scary. She avoided his gaze, smiled awkwardly, and reluctantly handed the milk tea that she had only taken a sip to Yang Qichao.

"Don't eat too fast, maybe the rice will go up your nose."

Chapter 26 A sudden turn of events

Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. First and second year students at Nanshi High School have three days off, while the hard-working seniors only have one. This makes sense; any other holidays don't fit into the senior year.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday was approaching, the principal Qiao Chunmu slapped his shiny head and decided to organize a general cleaning on the spur of the moment. He directly called the first-year director Gao Qingjian and asked all first-year students to participate.

Just as Gao Qingjian was about to slip away, the principal called and forced him to do something.

He casually shared the campus section division requirements from previous years' spring cleanings with the homeroom teachers, along with a lottery app, allowing them to draw lots themselves. Gao Qingjian was quite modern in this regard. While most of his peers, like Zhang Wei, couldn't even handle PowerPoint presentations these days, he was incredibly quick to master new things.

The general cleaning was scheduled for the first class of the afternoon, and Zhang Wei was eager to get going. Gao Qingjian had already urged him to hurry up; they had already rented a car that morning and were planning a three-day trip. He didn't have time to fuss over trivial matters like cleaning. He told the squad leader, Liu Qinxiong, which area the third shift was responsible for and then ran off, leaving Liu Qinxiong in full charge of the general cleaning.

Liu Qinxiong was almost exhausted and didn't want to care about it at all. He pulled the organization committee member Deng Lanying over with a bitter face. She had a fierce temper and liked to pretend. At least if he asked her to accompany him to the distribution, the class would listen to what she said.

Anyone who has attended high school has a basic understanding of activities like the so-called spring cleaning. When students are needed, the school automatically becomes their home; when they are not, it automatically becomes "Do you think the school is your home?"

The general cleaning is the practical implementation of the above ideas. However, as long as the school leaders are not too demanding, they will not expect too high a result. In most cases, it is just a matter of sweeping up the visible garbage and students just pretending to clean up when the school leaders come.

Just think of it as allowing students to move freely within the school.

For most students, spring cleaning and free time can be categorized as the same thing: an outdoor activity, comparable to a school picnic with cleaning tools.

As for the acceptance inspection after the cleaning, the school teachers turned a blind eye and let it go. At Nanshi High School, the acceptance standard for general cleaning is so low that it's almost as if the students responsible for cleaning didn't add any extra garbage. Normally, after the students have cleaned, the school staff will go back and clean up again.

Even so, Liu Qinxiong was still worried. He was a soft-hearted person and easily influenced by others. He felt that if he directly specified the work content, it might cause unpleasantness among his classmates.

For example, why does someone only have to clean the blackboard while someone else has to mop the floor? Or why does someone want to work with someone else while someone else doesn't? If everyone's needs are not met, the distribution plan will be completely messed up.

But Deng Lanying is different. When she assigns others to do something, she would even poke their noses in her words.

Finally, they reached a consensus and decided to use metaphysical methods to solve the problem.

Liu Qinxiong first divided the work into six groups, each with varying numbers based on the intensity of the work. Everyone drew lots and went to whichever group they were drawn to. Deng Lanying had already agreed with the class beforehand, and once they had decided, no one objected.

Once the teams were determined, the specific cleaning tasks would be assigned within the teams themselves. Liu Qinxiong didn't dare to get involved, fearing that he might upset others if he interfered too much.

Qin Zhixin was assigned to work with Zhou Dahong and Li Jinjin. They were mainly responsible for the sanitation of the corridors on the second and third floors of the senior building.

Zhou Dahong was very excited. He often participated in the verbal attacks of a few guys in the dormitory on Qin Zhixin. Besides, Li Jinjin was also pretty. Apart from the fact that he heard that she was not very decent in private, she looked quiet and gentle just by looking at her appearance. If he were to give her a score, she would be a little beauty with a score of about seven.

When Zhou Dahong was assigned to sit with Qin Zhixin, Qiao Hua's eyes lit up. It had been two weeks since school started, and Qiao Hua still hadn't managed to chat with Qin Zhixin, even though she sat right in front of him. Even Zhou Dahong, who sat farther away from Qin Zhixin, had once chatted with her while fetching water. Perhaps Zhou Dahong had left a more lasting impression on Qin Zhixin than Qiao Hua had.

Qiao Hua was the only one in the dorm who didn't even have the chance to talk to the campus beauty. Sometimes, Qiao Hua even considered that psychological factors might be the reason for his stuttering when he saw Qin Zhixin. He even tried to use the restroom during class to get some glue, but when he returned, he was still nervous and stuttering.

Zhou Dahong went to find Li Jinjin and Qin Zhixin with a silly smile on his face. They had already brought the necessary brooms, dustpans, mops, rags and buckets. He quickly grabbed the mop first.

As the old saying goes, when a man and a woman work together, work is less tiring, especially when there is a beautiful woman working with them. Qin Zhixin took on the task of cleaning the railings, while Li Jinjin took the task of sweeping the floor.

Qin Zhixin wasn't familiar with either of them. Two weeks into school, she could only recognize their names, but she had no bad blood with either of them.

The three of them walked and chatted. Qin Zhixin was an experienced driver, and those who knew her well knew that she had no airs of aloof goddess at all. The three of them walked along, laughing and joking, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Qiao Hua feels very bad now.

He was also picked to be with two girls, but compared to Zhou Dahong, the feeling was like heaven and earth.

His team was responsible for cleaning part of the boulevard, which should have been an easy job, but the prerequisite was that it was not autumn.

The campus of Nanshi High School was built too early, and the trees on the boulevard are not evergreen, so the ground always looks ugly when the leaves fall.

Later, the school leaders wanted to change the trees, but the trees were decades old and had seen several generations of teachers leave. When the current leaders heard they were going to dig up the old trees, many retired teachers came to protest and cursed the principal. The principal dared not upset these old staff, so the tree digging was eventually dropped.

It was already mid-September, and the ground was littered with withered yellow leaves and unidentified purple-black peanut-sized fruits. When stepped on, these ripe fruits burst with juice, emitting a sour, unpleasant smell. The juice clung to the leaves, forming thick, dense masses that formed scars when exposed to the sun, impossible to remove even without a shovel.

The leaves stuck to the ground make it difficult to clean up, which is just an objective problem. If three people are willing to work, everything will be fine and the job can be done in half an hour at most.

But the two girls with Qiao Hua happened to have subjective problems. When both subjective and objective problems exist, the problem becomes a difficult one.

These two girls, one is called Tan Peiyue and the other is called Chu Keke, and they are deskmates.

Tan Peiyue's skin was very dark and rough, with a flat nose, thick lips, a short stature, and almost no neck. Chu Keke was at the other extreme of ugliness. She was tall and thin, and although her skin was pale, she had a horse face. Her features were hard to describe, with a harsh, almost linear look, and a lot of freckles on her face.

To put it nicely, they are both not good-looking, but to put it bluntly, they are quite ugly.

During the summer tutoring, the boys privately called them the two golden flowers of Class 3. Because of their ugly appearance, they were also nicknamed the door gods.

In class, whenever they had free time, they'd chat about a Korean group called EXO. They'd talk about things like Lay, Kai, and their training song (from Oh Sehun). It was so grating that Zhou Dahong, who sat behind them, was practically mad at them. Sometimes, they'd even burst into screams, a shrill creak that Qiao Hua, sitting in the back, could hear.

According to Zhou Dahong, the biggest victim, if these two were really lesbians, then it would be good for everyone. At least lesbians should wear headscarves that only reveal their eyes, so they don't look so ugly.

Zhou Dahong sat in the back row behind them and often complained about them in the dormitory.

Zhou Dahong felt miserable more than once. His deskmate Chen Wenxiu was a freak and a sissy, and the two people in front of him were ugly.

Chen Wenxiu, a grown man with long fingernails, would constantly use a small round mirror to look at himself. When Zhou Dahong accidentally provoked him, he would scratch him with his long, sharp nails. Even now, Zhou Dahong's arms still have some red marks from those scratches.

In front of him are two crazy goalkeepers. Tan Peiyue has stomach problems and farts constantly after eating eggs, but she just loves eating eggs. Every time Zhou Dahong smells Tan Peiyue's scent, he feels dizzy.

The feng shui of his position is so good that it makes him want to go to jail. After class, Zhou Dahong goes to the toilet whenever he can because he doesn't want to listen to the two of them talking about Korean sissy guys, nor does he want to see Chen Wenxiu looking at herself with a small mirror.

When Zhou Dahong recounted his tragic experiences in the dormitory at night, Qiao Hua was the one who laughed the most. After Zhou Dahong finished his "horror story," Qiao Hua began to tell his "love story," and Fang Bixian would not expose the fact that Qiao Hua did not even dare to speak to Qin Zhixin.

During their night talks in the dormitory, Qiao Hua always took Zhou Dahong's complaints as fun, and now it was his turn to be the funniest.

When Zhou Dahang saw Qiao Hua's team members, he almost laughed out loud with schadenfreude.

Qiao Hua is the type of person who can't do anything. He can't order Chu Keke and Tan Peiyue around, let alone get them to cooperate.

He called them for a long time before the two door gods reluctantly moved their butts and, with gentlemanly sticks, asked Qiao Hua to pick up all the cleaning tools himself so that they could leave empty-handed. After dawdling downstairs, Tan and Chu told Qiao Hua they were going to buy water and asked him to bring the broom and dustpan.

Qiao Hua wanted to curse. He had been holding three pairs of brooms and dustpans the entire time, but these two had been forcing him downstairs empty-handed the entire time, and now they were even slacking off. He knew for sure: these two said they were going to get some water, but it would take at least twenty minutes to finish the job. Even if they arrived by then, they probably wouldn't have put in any effort.

This is equivalent to Qiao Hua having to do the work of three people alone.

Chapter 27 Hearsay

Putting aside Qiao Hua’s pain, Zhou Dahong only felt happy.

Even though all the work was done by one person, Zhou Dahong would feel full of energy as long as he saw Qin Zhixin's face and heard Qin Zhixin's voice.

"Sister Qin, do you know Huang Dahai from the next class?"

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Zhou Dahong told a piece of gossip about what Ma Lisheng had said in the dormitory last time about Huang Dahai from Class 1, Grade 1 next door. Qin Zhixin listened with great interest.

"Awesome, a family full of loyal heroes belongs to them. It's rare for someone to become a traitor and still leave behind descendants."

Qin Zhixin said with a smile, and Li Jinjin next to her just listened but didn't reply.