After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

She pawned all her luxury goods at the pawnshop, leaving nothing behind. Clothes, bags, skirts, shoes, cosmetics, watches, earrings, necklaces... she sold them all.

She was no longer called Darlene, she only had one name, Liang Huaiyu.

Now, she finally knew what she wanted to do.

Whatever it is, as long as I can get out of here.

Chapter 31 Mistakenly Recognizing Yan Biao

Qin Zhixin hated physical education classes, especially those in the summer. She hated the feeling of sweating, and she hated exercise as well.

Nanling has been known as a "furnace" since ancient times. Qin Zhixin still remembers that the boy from the neighbor's house was riding a bike outside during the summer vacation this year, and his butt was burned by the bike mat at the second degree.

It was obvious that Qin Zhixin was lazy and cunning. She didn't like sports and didn't like being in the sun, and physical education classes were often a combination of the two.

Whenever the giant rabbit made large movements, its throbbing movements were particularly irritating, often drawing even more attention due to its sheer presence. Numerous gazes, tinged with inexplicable emotions, clung to her body like tung oil.

She didn't like these overly direct looks, just as she didn't like this dangerous feeling of being out of control.

It is September now, the time when Nanshi High School will hold its school sports meet.

High school athletic meets are almost universally held in September, a tradition that stretches across the country. September offers pleasant weather and the recent start of school, so students aren't overly stressed or restless, making it a perfect month for some uninhibited activities.

The teacher in charge of physical education for half of the senior grades was mobilizing for the sports meet. He read the document very perfunctorily. He held his cell phone in his hand with the back light and read the text message sent by the school to the teachers with no expression. He was too lazy to even finish reading it.

Qin Zhixin was basking in the sun listlessly.

She sweats easily and her athletic ability is surprisingly slow. Although the sight of a beautiful woman dripping with sweat is indeed captivating, Qin herself didn't have a very good experience with it. She felt slippery and greasy when she started sweating, and this semi-wet state always made her feel like she could feel anything she moved, as if a strange state was about to occur.

And her body fragrance became more fragrant with the evaporation of sweat. Liu Qinxiong, who was standing behind her, smelled the sweet scent of Qin Zhixin and saw that her shiny white skin was smooth because of sweat, as if it was covered with a layer of glaze, and inexplicably reflected a kind of wanton luster.

Liu Qinxiong secretly put his hand into his jeans pocket and stretched it hard to adjust the trajectory. Xiao Liu's thing was too swollen and made him uncomfortable.

Physical education at Nanshi High School was very strict. Any leave required a valid reason, including but not limited to sick leave with a hospital certificate or a wedding with family confirmation. The key was a single, reliable source of certification. This made Qin Zhixin, who had almost made a habit of skipping physical education, feel uncomfortable.

In the early autumn weather in Nanling, the temperature outside is still around 27 or 28 degrees Celsius.

In this kind of weather, Qin Zhixin should have been hiding in a cool room, playing with her phone. But now she was standing on the playground, looking down with a look of despair at Teacher Yang, who had instructed them to run five laps. The most common layout for the Nanshi High School playground was a 400-meter lap. In 2013, most school playgrounds in Jiangsu Province were converted to plastic, a material that had a pungent odor when exposed to the sun.

With the sound of a whistle and the urging of the physical education teacher to run, Qin Zhixin reluctantly followed the group.

[Two thousand meters! Holy shit! This is killing you! System, I think the cover is too small. I can't breathe when I run.]

[That's enough. Yours is too big. Wait until it can't fit. If you throw it again, it'll fly off. Hold it with your elbow, it's unlucky!]

[I'm holding it! That's called an arm, you Feng!]

【You didn’t hold it just now! 】

[Your father hasn't started running yet! ]

…………

Qin Zhixin and the system cursed each other, using a variety of foul language. She ran breathlessly, but before she'd even completed a lap, she felt she was reaching her limit. One of her hands tightly protected the rabbit, preventing it from jumping too freely, while Zhang Wanbai held the other.

Zhang Wanbai ran fast, carrying her along. Her athletic ability was much better than Qin Zhixin's, so even pulling a burden with her wasn't too much of a struggle.

But to the people around them, these two things are completely different.

The peerless beauty, held by the hand, panted softly, her almond-shaped eyes unfocused due to fatigue, her skin as white as snow and jade, drenched in fragrant sweat, exuding an alluring luster, and her expression, exhausted, exuding a charming drowsiness after experiencing pleasure...

The phrase "seductive and charming" seemed to be tailor-made for her at this moment.

At this moment, Qin Zhixin attracted the attention of people around her like a strong magnet, but she herself felt like a dehydrated grass carp jumping around on the chopping board.

She felt like she was going to die if she ran any further.

She felt flashes of white light before her eyes, and the kaleidoscope of life appeared, with a sweet and fishy taste of rust in her throat.

[This damn teacher, no, I have to find a way. If you run away again, I'm going to die!]

[Whether you want to run or not is just a matter of your thoughts? ]

【The teacher is watching, what should I do? 】

"You idiot! Can't you just pretend to tie your shoes? How many classes does the PE teacher have to manage? He's just responsible for making sure you don't die in school. Do you really think he has to manage your exercise?"

The system didn't care about teaching the child bad things. He himself didn't realize that Qin Zhixin had grown from a little kid who knew nothing to the experienced person she is now. The Internet played an "indispensable role" in this, and he also had a lot of "contributions".

Qin Zhixin decided to be lazy and find an opportunity to slip away.

"Lao Zhang, my shoelaces are loose! You run first!"

Qin Zhixin panted as she spoke, then paused and hid in the middle of the playground, pretending to tie her shoelaces. She bent over, breathing heavily, and the giant rabbit made the upper part of her clothes swell up dramatically.

Her shoelaces weren't loose at all, but even if they weren't, they should have been by now. She had just run at least 600 meters straight, which was definitely a great honor for the school!

When she was in junior high school, she would never go to physical education class.

She bent over and gasped for breath, firmly believing in her heart that the two thousand meters was a test of power given by this bald man.

But it is not impossible. The real reason is that she is too fragile.

After stealthily glancing at the PE teacher, who was on his phone beneath the shade of a tree, Qin Zhixin stole to the playground restroom. Even though the public restroom near the school basketball court was cleaned daily, the odor was still overpowering. The heat was so intense that the odor was practically corrosive.

But Qin Zhixin didn't care, as long as she couldn't run away.

She hid in the bathroom, pinching her nose, tiptoeing to peer out at the playground, slyly counting laps. She planned to wait until they had run four and a half laps before rejoining the group. When the crowd passed her twice, she slipped back into the group and continued to follow Zhang Wanbai, grinning from ear to ear, like a silly dog ​​darting out from the artificial turf in the middle of the playground.

She finished the run after taking two steps. Although she only ran two laps, Qin Zhixin was still very tired and gasped for breath.

The physical education teacher didn't do anything and just asked everyone to disperse.

As soon as Fang Bixian's roommates and some of his close friends heard that free time was coming, they hurried to the basketball court, clutching basketballs. They needed to hurry and grab a spot. There were five other classes in physical education at that time, all with free time around the same time. If they didn't run now, they might be late and there wouldn't be any baskets left.

At the same time, three classes were disbanded, and a large group of students scattered like birds and beasts, many of whom immediately rushed to the basketball court.

It's called a basketball court, but it's actually just ten basketball hoops perched on a concrete platform. The upper tier isn't even made of glass, but rather wood that's long since peeled. The mottled green paint and sallow wood look incredibly worn. But it's definitely time for a replacement. These hoops probably date back to the last century, having seen countless students through their use.

When Fang Qiyun and his companions arrived at the basketball court, there was only one basket left.

Fortunately, they only had one ball, which was more than enough.

Their skills were mediocre, practically at the point where they'd lose the ball on the dribble. They'd come to play simply because there were so many of them, just for fun. The so-called basketball that high school boys played in gym class was just a circle of guys shooting one by one. If they missed, they'd make a hoot, and if they did, they'd still make a hoot. Once they got their "shooting feel," they'd randomly split into two teams, each shooting at the same basket. It was completely uncompetitive; it looked like monkeys learning how to shoot.

When Qin Zhixin heard about the free time, she didn't want to stay in the scorching sun any longer, so she turned and walked towards the gymnasium. It was relatively cool inside, and the fan was still on.

As she and Zhang Wanbai chatted and laughed as they leisurely walked into the gymnasium, they saw a group of people gathered around a table in the ping-pong room on the first floor. Curious, Qin Zhixin dragged Zhang Wanbai over to join in the fun, only to discover that it was Zhang Tingxue, the monitor of the class next door, playing against a boy.

Qin Zhixin knew Zhang Tingxue, the monitor of the class next door, a pretty girl with a rather distinctive appearance, whose eyes and eyebrows resembled a long-term girlfriend from her college in her "previous life".

It seemed that Zhang Tingxue was also playing table tennis in the last physical education class, but Qin Zhixin couldn't remember.

But Zhang Tingxue is very good at playing table tennis. Her reaction speed and skills are considered good among students, and she is also pretty good among amateur players.

The last time Qin Zhixin saw her fight, none of the classmates around her could last five rounds with her.

Qin Zhixin was itching to play a game with her, but when she thought about her body's reaction ability and speed, she gave up. After all, it would be very tiring to have two big melons hanging on her chest and keep bending over to pick up the ball.

But the situation this time is a little different from last time.

The man Zhang Tingxue was fighting was a tall, fair-skinned man. He was quite handsome, though rather feminine, which Qin Zhixin found rather effeminate. Under the system's tireless indoctrination, she must have believed that she was the most handsome in her previous life.

The boy is very skilled. Although Zhang Tingxue has not lost the game yet, it can be seen that the boy's level is much higher than Zhang Tingxue.

The boy was standing and running the entire time, and the angles of Zhang Tingxue's shots kept changing, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. The boy moved quickly around the table, and his counterattacks weren't awkward at all, but rather graceful. And all his shots were at the same angle, allowing Zhang Tingxue to easily catch them while standing still.

Even though Qin Zhixin knew almost nothing about table tennis, she couldn't help but see that the boy was obviously giving Zhang Tingxue a break.

The two fought back and forth for at least twenty rounds, but in the end, Zhang Tingxue failed to catch the ball and the match ended.

Seeing that Zhang Tingxue had lost, several girls around were excited and squeezed forward. At this moment, a powerful voice suddenly came out:

"Lü Panshan, it's my turn next. We agreed, please give me some water!"

I saw a strong man who was at least 1.85 meters tall pushing away those crazy girls and squeezing in front of the table.

Qin Zhixin knew this guy. He was also in the same class, serving as the PE committee member. His name was Su Weiguang. His height and physique definitely stood out among the first-year students. Lu Panshan and Su Weiguang were almost half a head apart in height, one muscular and the other lean, creating a visual impact unlike any other.

Although Su Weiguang is tall, he is not handsome and looks a bit fierce, so he has almost no popularity with women.

Qin Zhixin thought he looked familiar because he had come to Class 3 to look for Fang Bixian before, apparently to discuss skipping class to go to the internet cafe. At the time, Qin Zhixin was lying on her seat playing with her phone, and when she heard the word "internet cafe", she immediately became alert.

Su Weiguang was imitating the expressions and intonations of those infatuated young girls, sounding extremely sarcastic. This look would have been quite disgusting on him, drawing the wrath of many of the girls around him. But he remained unperturbed, smiling broadly as he spoke to Lu Panshan.

"Nikouchi-nii, I'll serve first!"

After saying that, Su Weiguang picked up the ping-pong ball with his left index and middle fingers, and made an orchid finger shape, and continued to play tricks on those infatuated fans.

"Old Zhang, look at that big guy. He walks with the wind and has an extraordinary temperament. He is definitely a master."

Qin Zhixin pretended to know everything and just talked nonsense. Even though she had just seen that Lu Panshan was a very good player, she still chose to bet without hesitation that his opponent would win.

Zhang Wanbai responded with two "hmm" sounds. She was holding Qin Zhixin's small hand. The top-grade skin touch comparable to silk made her unable to help but feel it with her whole body.

Su Weiguang's forehand gripped the racket tightly, like a mighty warrior holding a clenched fist. His face was solemn, as if he couldn't contain his fierce aura. His already ferocious face looked even more menacing now.

Qin Zhixin felt a little guilty seeing him like this. But he looked like a master, and his appearance was much better than that pretty boy who only knew how to show off.

Su Weiguang swung at the ping-pong ball with all his might, a powerful blow that left his racket unable to catch or hold it. Gravity forced the ball to the ground, and with his powerful swing, the racket slipped from his hand, spinning diagonally and rapidly, careening past Zhang Tingxue's scalp before landing a long way from the table tennis room on the east side of the first floor to the badminton hall on the far west.

Fortunately, there was no one behind Zhang Tingxue, otherwise it would have been extremely painful if that force had hit her body.

At this moment, Zhang Tingxue was so scared that her face turned pale. Her originally wheat-colored face instantly turned several shades paler. She had just gotten the water and hadn't even had time to catch her breath when she saw a racket flying towards her.

Zhang Tingxue felt a little cold on her scalp. The racket, along with the terrifying sound of breaking through the air, quickly enlarged in her field of vision. For a moment, she felt that she was going to meet her great-grandmother.

In fright, he lost his grip on the cup and it fell to the ground, spilling water all over the floor.

The scene was completely silent, and of all people, Su Weiguang had the most exaggerated expression. His eyes were wide open, and his facial features were distorted with fear.

Qin Zhixin felt embarrassed.

I thought he was an expert, and within seconds of praising him, his underwear showed as he came on stage.

Chapter 32 Farmers Market

On the first night of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Qin Zhixin decided to indulge herself and eat all night long.

As soon as she got out of school, she would ask Yang Qichao to take her to the farmers' market where she always went.

This farmers' market has existed for a long time. At least since Qin Zhixin could remember, it has been a vegetable market. At that time, the land was very old, and the neighbors nearby all bought vegetables here.

The farmers' market is about a ten-minute walk from her home. It's not close but not far either. It doesn't cover a large area. A circle around it is about the size of a standard playground.

All kinds of raw and cooked food are sold here, from live pigeons, chickens, ducks, and fish, to fruits, vegetables, seafood, meat buns, steamed buns, flower rolls and other pastries and various cooked foods, covering most of the eating habits of the indigenous people of Nanling City.

The most outrageous thing is that there is even a funeral clothing store inside. The owner not only sells funeral clothes, but also wreaths and paper money. Besides these unlucky items, they also sell various seasonings. The highlight is that they are doing business with both the living and the dead.

When Qin Zhixin was little, she often came to this farmers' market with Tang Yuyu. She was always greedy, and Tang Yuyu would buy her pig tongues and ears for a few dollars each time she came. Tang Yuyu's late-night snack shop also sourced its ingredients from this farmers' market. Later, as Qin Zhixin grew older and saved some pocket money, she would come here to buy whatever she wanted.

As soon as they arrived, Qin Zhixin couldn't wait to jump out of Yang Qichao's car before it even stopped, and ran straight to the delicatessen at the entrance of the farmers' market, looking as happy as a silly dog ​​that had been let go.

Yang Qichao couldn't help but smile as he watched. He pushed the car to the side of the parking space and locked it slowly. The delicatessen was small, located at the corner of the farmers' market entrance, right next to the pedestrian barrier. The owner of the delicatessen was surnamed Gao, his full name unknown. Qin Zhixin and the other kids usually called him "Grandpa Gao." The old man resembled a praying mantis, tall and thin, with long, thin arms and sagging flesh.

Qin Zhixin started buying snacks here when he was in elementary school. He was not so thin at that time.

Ten years is enough time for a lot to change, but not enough time either. At least this farmers' market remains the same, shabby but not chaotic, like a bunch of vibrant weeds.

This delicatessen has been around for a long time and has never had a sign. The only new item inside, besides the newly replaced energy-saving light bulbs and the tablet he uses to play chess, is a yellow hygiene rating sheet with a bright "C" written on it. This rating sheet, both subjectively and objectively, is the newest item in the shop.

Because the meter was only installed last year, and many of the items in the store were even left over from the previous planned economy era. When the health bureau official came to install the meter, Old Gao grabbed the health official and asked him questions.

"Liu family kid, what does this C mean? Why not A, B, or something like that?"

The middle-aged official who came to Anbiao was also embarrassed. Grandpa Gao had watched him grow up. When he was little, he had no money, so he and a group of neighborhood kids came to Grandpa Gao's place and stared at him. Grandpa Gao saw them and gave them some braised offal scraps to eat. After receiving the food, they dispersed in a hurry.

Even though his son was already in junior high school, in front of Grandpa Gao, this little official was still the same brat who ate without paying. He didn't dare to speak too directly, fearing that if he said something offensive, he would have to eat at Grandpa Gao's table tomorrow. After hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to say, "Grandpa Gao, C means it meets the hygiene standards. It's sanitary enough. B means a larger restaurant. C is already very good, but there is still some room for improvement."

He spoke haltingly.

Old Gao only heard the words "hygiene standards met," and his wrinkled face lit up with joy. Older people are straightforward and don't understand postmodern jargon like "room for improvement." After they left, Old Gao would occasionally wipe it with a rag, treating it like a certificate of honor. That's why the watch, especially the C, looked remarkably new.

This is one of the few traces of the new era of the 21st century that can be left on this old market.

As soon as Qin Zhixin arrived, she looked through the glass counter for a while. She had just run a little fast and was still panting.

"Lao Gao, stop playing! You can't download it from the computer! I want two pig ears, chopped up!"

The old man was still playing chess on a tablet his grandson had bought him. He'd been using it ever since his friend of nearly thirty years had passed away last year. Hearing Qin Zhixin, that irreverent girl, call him "Lao Gao" and mock his chess skills, the old man was furious. At his age, calling him her grandfather was probably too young, not to mention "Lao Gao"!

"Don't be so frivolous, you little bitch! I'll definitely complain to your mom the next time she comes! Which two pieces do you want to take?"

Gao's thick Nanling accent made his voice a little blurry, but Qin Zhixin was used to it. She gestured for a long time through the glass with a delicate finger. Although Gao's eyesight wasn't blurry, it still took him a while to get it right. The ears were nine yuan each. Qin Zhixin rummaged through her purse and pulled out twenty-three yuan. She placed them on the glass counter, three coins lined up to hold down two ten-yuan bills.

Seeing Old Man Gao busy cutting his ears, with his old arms and legs, this step would take at least a few minutes. Qin Zhixin smiled and said loudly:

"Lao Gao, add another five dollars for the braised edamame! I'll leave the money here. Remember to pour more dipping sauce! Also, remember to add cilantro, but no green onions or chili peppers."