After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Liu Yujin: "Fuck! How can you be so mean! Fuck, are you still a human being? Fuck, just wait!"

Qin Zhixin: "Your West Coast Ni brother shirt is stained with shit! It's so black, what did you eat? It's so disgusting. Sister, come and see!"

Qin Zhixin was talking on the phone without avoiding people at all, and Tang Manwen was also covering her mouth and laughing, but she didn't want to even look at it. It was too dirty.

"Xinxin, stop it. This is too perverted."

Qin Zhixin didn't comment on this evaluation. She just cared about her own happiness.

Qin Zhixin: "Fatty, hurry up, what's wrong with your camera? I haven't taken many pictures and it says the SD card is full."

Liu Yujin: "Fuck! You filled up your memory by taking photos of me taking a shit? Are you a human being? Are you greedy? Fuck, I give in."

On the screen, Liu Tingjin was looking at Qin Zhixin and the others, but his eyes were completely out of focus. This guy didn't look very energetic to begin with, and now it looked like he had a pair of dead fish eyes on his face.

Qin Zhixin: "Oh my god, you're still looking at me, not even avoiding people, really."

Liu Yujin: "What's the point of avoiding me? Can you not watch me wipe my butt?"

Qin Zhixin: "No!"

Liu Yujin: "That's right, you can watch if you want, and then you'll see how I deal with you! Damn it! I didn't bring any paper!"

Qin Zhixin laughed so hard that tears came out, listening to the silver bell-like laughter in the receiver of the mobile phone.

Liu Tingjin sighed deeply. He felt a little aggrieved. He had suffered a lot on this trip.

Qin Zhixin: "I found your paper. You put it in your bag. You are really miserable."

Liu Yujin: "You know I'm miserable, but you still use my camera to take pictures of me?"

Qin Zhixin: "What should I do? Should I ask Qin Zhifeng to bring you the paper?"

Liu Tingjin was already numb, and he felt that going out this time was a mistake.

"Fuck, I'll wipe it with my shirt."

Chapter 43: Principal of No. 1 Middle School

At noon on January 2013, 9.

It's a bit cold.

On the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Gao Qingjian woke up early.

Principal Qiao Chunmu invited several school leaders and senior teachers to have lunch together at noon today.

Gao Qingjian was approaching fifty, and with age, he slept less, feeling a constant pressure from his mind, unable to sleep. But upon waking, the repetition of daily life served as a recurring reminder that nothing was pressing. As usual, he checked the aerator in the fish tank and replaced the filter. He soaked the filter in dirty water from the fish tank and used it to water the roses and orchids in the yard.

His roses had ugly, small, dry flowers, but they kept blooming, from early summer through early winter. His orchids grew fat, almost like celery, but they wouldn't bloom.

But Gao Qingjian didn't care. He raised all of them. After raising them for a long time, he didn't care whether they were ugly or not. As long as they were alive, it didn't matter if they died.

His cell phone has been ringing non-stop since last night. After all, he is the head teacher of the Rocketry Class of Nanshi High School and also the grade director. He has no official position but his words carry weight. Such a person is more worth currying favor with than some leaders with empty positions. Every time there is a holiday, too many people send him blessings.

But the value of copied and pasted blessings is not even as good as that of used fish tank filters. After all, they are physical and can make a sound when dropped on the ground.

After watering the flowers, he fell into a state of doing nothing again.

He was the headmaster of the first grade at Nanling Experimental High School. This title was incredibly impressive in Nanling, as everyone in the city knew that Nanling Experimental High School was the undisputed number one, a hallmark of the Nanling tradition.

That is, the current admission rate to key universities is comparable between Nanling No. 1 Senior High School and Nanling Experimental High School; even though last year Jiangsu Province’s top scorer in science was from the High School Affiliated to Nanling Normal University; even though…

But these are trivial details that are not worth mentioning to the old Nanling people, because everyone in Nanling knows that only Nanling Shigao is the undisputed number one high school.

But Gao Qingjian would not think so. He was more or less a leader of Nanshi High School and had a good personal relationship with the principal Qiao Chunmu. He had seen Qiao Chunmu sigh more than once.

Nothing remains unchanged. Even the best schools will eventually decline, and Nanshi High School is on the verge of losing its first place.

In terms of student sources, Nanshi High School can easily beat all the surrounding schools, but its college entrance examination results have been gradually caught up by other schools over the years, especially Nanyi Middle School and Nanling Normal University Affiliated High School.

In recent years, Nanling Normal University Affiliated High School has consistently managed to amass several top-tier students to compete with Nanling Experimental High School for the top spot in the city's liberal arts and science programs. Meanwhile, Nanling No. 1 Middle School, with its powerful and reckless principal, has seen its admission rate plummet almost year on year. Ever since his fellow junior, Kong Yucheng, became principal, Nanling No. 1 Middle School has earned the nickname "Money's No. 1 Middle School," but Qiao Chunmu's school's academic performance has continued to improve, putting him under immense pressure.

If something like the average college entrance examination score of Nanyi Middle School surpassed that of Nanshi High School during Qiao Chunmu's tenure, he would probably be criticized by the old staff of the school after he retired.

When Qiao Chunmu was the dean of studies, Gao Qingjian was a rookie teacher who had just joined the school. Now Qiao Chunmu has been the principal for five years, and Gao Qingjian is almost unable to handle the front-line teaching tasks.

According to regulations, a school principal can only serve for a maximum of six years, so normally the term of office will be changed next year. At this time, the people in Nanshi High School are also in a state of uncertainty. There are several people in Nanshi High School who plan to compete for that position after the term of office.

But Gao Qingjian had no such intention.

He felt like he'd reached the end of his rope. If he really wanted to move up, he wouldn't be offered a position like Vice Principal and Dean of Studies, which wouldn't have the academic pressure. Otherwise, they might as well just kick him out to work in the school's finance department. Gao Qingjian went to lunch alone as agreed. Qiao Chunmu had informed them in advance that no one would bring their families, as they were discussing a rather private matter.

The old men were no longer in their prime, so they just ordered a few dishes at random; they couldn't eat more. The restaurant was especially lively during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, and the noise from the private room next door was very noisy, with the shouting of people playing rock-paper-scissors.

The box where Gao Qingjian was was a little quiet.

"Before the National Day holiday, we're going to hold a school sports meet. Normally, it's held on campus, but this year it's a joint event between three schools. We have Nanyi Middle School, Ningjiang Middle School, and three other schools in total, all in one district."

Qiao Chunmu took two sips of the free barley tea and spoke slowly.

Gao Qingjian was a little stunned. He had never heard of this matter before.

"Principal Qiao, when was this decision made, and where was it carried out? How come there's no news at all?"

Gao Qingjian took a bite of chicken but didn't eat it, leaving the meat hanging on the chopsticks, and asked.

"Kong Yucheng proposed it, and the Education Bureau agreed, saying that the Nanling local TV station would broadcast it live. I guess he's trying to make a political achievement. Although no one cares about such a small matter, it's still good for him if it's done. The principal of Ningjiang High School called me yesterday, and his classmates at the bureau told him. I think there will be a notice tomorrow."

Kong Yucheng is the principal of No. 1 Middle School. Although he and Qiao Chunmu attended the same school and had a close relationship during their college years, their differing philosophies led to a bitter separation shortly after graduation. Kong Yucheng even brought in the television station to attend the school sports meet, clearly harboring ulterior motives. When students from the three schools shared the stage, everyone's attention was drawn to Nanling No. 1 High School, with its more fashionable uniforms.

Even if no one watches the local TV station's broadcast, as long as you pay attention and only take photos that are beneficial to South No. 1 Middle School, the impression left on people will be that South No. 1 Middle School is better than the other two schools.

After all, the school uniforms of Ningjiang and Nanshi High School are the most classic sportswear styles, which are very ugly and even worse than the prison uniforms of labor camp prisoners.

"There's a new gymnasium at No. 1 Middle School. I guess Kong Yucheng is planning to use it for advertising. The Kongs have always been generous, and all the money they've made in recent years has been invested in those new buildings. He probably had this in mind when he asked the TV station to broadcast the event."

The speaker was the head of the Finance Department, Ma Chengwu. He was the youngest of the group, only in his early thirties, so he was considered a close friend. He was peeling back the shells of freshly cooked crabs, their teeth gnashing with heat.

"I heard that building cost over 200 million yuan to build, with the government subsidizing most of it. Hey, it's really impressive. They say it's going to be open to the public, otherwise why would he be taking so many kickbacks!"

"A subsidy of over 200 million is too much, isn't it? The one Nanshi High School built was the largest among Nanling High Schools at the time, and it was only over 20 million."

Gao Qingjian couldn't help but ask Ma Chengwu, as he had heard of that magnificent gymnasium a long time ago.

"His gym even has an indoor swimming pool. How can it be compared to ours? He even paid for all the equipment to be upgraded. They're basically the most expensive domestically made, and he took a lot of kickbacks. Damn it, Lao Gao, go look at the car he drives. Holy shit, it's a top-of-the-line Lexus LX570, almost two million with taxes. Lao Qiao, you're a principal like him, so how come you don't even have a car?"

Qiao Chunmu was so angry at Ma Chengwu that he was fuming.

"I live in the neighborhood behind the school, and it only takes a few minutes to walk here? I want a chicken feather car!"

"You just don't have any money, don't you? You didn't dare to take it, and now you blame me."

Ma Chengwu was unpacking crabs with a sarcastic tone. Anyway, Qiao Chunmu was a relative of his mother's. Although he was an elder, he was not too far away from his mother, and they were close to each other when they met.

"Kong Yucheng is really rich. I heard that many parents have sent him money."

"That innovation class he set up. Nanling is full of rich second-generation students with poor grades. Kong is the one leading the charge. He sends these students who couldn't get into good universities through normal channels in China to prestigious universities in Britain, America, and Australia. Once they graduate from business schools, those wealthy people will naturally be willing to donate generously. With so many people, don't you think about how much money they make every year? Even a little bit of it would fill everyone's stomach. Look at the configuration of their new teaching building. Wow, it's fully equipped with multimedia classrooms."

Ma Lisheng's answer was a little muffled, he was sucking on the crab legs.

"I've already spoken to Ningjiang, and we're all going to order new uniforms. Section Chief Ma said they've found a manufacturer. They're a full polyester set, a long shirt and casual pants, in grass green. They'll cost 70 yuan a set. We'll just send out a notice once school starts."

Zhang Wei was busy picking up food and eating. He hadn't eaten breakfast and was a little hungry. He had little interest in the school sports meeting jointly organized by the three schools, but he had heard Ma Lisheng mention it.

"The next principal."

Qiao Chunmu changed the topic and mentioned the change of principal. Several people stopped talking and stared at Qiao Chunmu eagerly. Qiao Chunmu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by them, so he stopped talking.

"Principal Qiao, is there any news about a change of leadership? Who will it be? Director Sun or Principal Kang? These two are the most likely candidates, right?"

"No, it's not me. I don't have any news at all. Don't mention me. Damn it, Zhang Wei, who told you about me?"

Sun Tianliu was furious. He was the sophomore headmaster, and there had been rumors circulating lately that he and Vice Principal Kang Tong were the most likely candidates for the next term. But he knew neither of them was a good candidate. Rumors like these were just smokescreens, spread mostly to shield people from criticism.

"what?"

Zhang Wei was a little confused. He just said it, but he didn't know who said it.

"I don't have any news at all. Damn it, Zhang Wei, please stop hanging me on the fire. I think you want to be the homeroom teacher in the senior year!"

Kang Tong was also in a bad mood. Both he and Sun Tianliu were wronged. They just had opportunities, but there were many opportunities. This thing was not about elections.

"What? Come on, Lao Kang, I thought..."

"Don't think so."

Zhang Wei looked confused, and Gao Qingjian didn't even eat the food because he was not even as good as Zhang Wei. He really knew nothing.

"I heard that the next principal will be Kong Yucheng."

Ma Chengwu, having eaten a crab, suddenly interrupted. Everyone at the table looked at him. He wasn't shy, not at all fazed by the stares.

"I have a classmate at the Education Bureau, he said. Kong Yucheng from No. 1 Middle School has also been here for six years, so he came over. Old Kong, your junior brother might be here, why don't you show some respect?"

"Tsk".

"I'm like, damn it, if he keeps doing this, something's bound to happen one day. I told him, I'm not afraid he'll go to jail one day."

"What are you afraid of? If you get involved in this kind of thing too much, you'll just handle it with care. Otherwise, that old guy Kong Yucheng would have been in jail long ago."

Chapter 44: Hearing from Other Schools

When Liu Yujin came back, his "West Coast" shirt was gone.

His exquisitely crafted blue-green plaid shirt, now speckled with yellow, had been abandoned in the wilderness. Perhaps after the next rain, mushrooms would sprout from this high-end imported garment. Perhaps after this autumn, nature would completely digest this used-for-wiping garment, leaving only the buttons.

Liu Tingjin ran straight to Qin Zhixin's position with a dark face. When he saw the female ghost holding his camera, he walked faster and faster and almost ran.

Qin Zhixin saw his gloomy face, and the damn girl was also scared, so she turned around and ran, but she couldn't run fast at all. She couldn't even outrun the fat boy Liu Yujin. After just three or two steps, he grabbed her neck and dragged her over.

"Brother Liu! I was just joking, don't take it personally!"

When Qin Zhixin was caught, she screamed in surprise. She looked very sad. Her arrogance was gone after her neck was pinched.

Liu Tingjin was speechless. Even if he wanted to teach her a lesson, this damn girl was so well-developed that if he made a move, it might be considered "indecent" if he wasn't careful.

But the girl's neck was indeed smooth and tender to the touch, like tofu that would ooze out juice if pinched. The closer he got to her, the more he could feel Qin Zhixin's "beauty" from every angle. She also had a strange, subtle fragrance, especially after she'd worked up a sweat from the climb. The scent was even more rich and alluring, like a slender strand of velvet teasing the olfactory mucosa deep in Liu Tingjin's nasal cavity, it was itchy but indescribably ambiguous.

But he didn't have those thoughts at all. He just felt angry when he saw the look on Qin Zhixin's face like that dead kid.

"camera!"

Qin Zhixin smiled flatteringly, like a lackey, and handed the camera to Liu Tingjin. Liu Tingjin took it back in a bad mood and loosened his grip on Qin Zhixin's neck. Qin Zhixin was released and hid behind Qin Zhifeng in a flash. Liu Tingjin was so angry that he laughed.

"Wait, you idiot! Wenwen, come here, let me take a picture of you."

Tang Manwen watched with a smile the whole time. Unlike Qin Zhixin, who was always too cheerful, it felt appropriate to be with her, but perhaps this also made one feel a little distant.

Liu Tingjin held up the camera and pointed it at Tang Manwen, but when he pressed the shutter button it showed that the SD card was full. He opened the storage and saw that it was full of the photos he had just "lost". Some of them even had yellow stains on them. Liu Tingjin's face suddenly turned dark.

"Qin Zhixin! Come here, damn it!"

"Don't go!"

"you!"

When Liu Yujin saw Qin Zhixin hiding behind Qin Zhifeng with a dead look on her face, he was so angry that his nose was crooked. He felt that he should not have gone out this time. The damn kid he met really deserved a beating.

"Forget it, Yu Jin, why are you so hard on Xin Xin?"

Tang Manwen covered her mouth and laughed. She had never seen Liu Tingjin with such a deflated expression in No. 1 Middle School.

"How can I be mad at her? It's her who's mad at me. Wenwen, stay away from her. This bitch is really vicious."

Liu Tingjin sighed and deleted the photos one by one.

Qin Zhifeng went to buy boat tickets, and the four of them boarded the sightseeing boat to the island in the middle of the lake.

Anji Lake has several small islands, the largest of which is about half a hectare in size and is home to a large banyan forest. The largest tree was already a mature tree during the Taiping Rebellion, though no one can accurately determine how many years it has existed. In the past, when Anji Lake was less visited, two small brick houses stood on this island in the middle of the lake, once a resting place for fishermen. Now, it has been expanded into a small farmhouse.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Anji Lake was not this large. Seven rivers from the townships converged here to form a deep lake. Most of the lake was mountainous at that time, with several large villages. It was only after the founding of the People's Republic of China that a dam was built, turning it into an artificial lake, that Anji Lake took on its current appearance.

On the sightseeing boat, Qin Zhixin was still arguing with Liu Tingjin, but for some reason, Tang Manwen had become attached to Qin Zhifeng. The pair sat together, forcing Qin Zhixin and Liu Tingjin to sit in the same row. The two enemies sat in the last row, next to the boat's engine.

That crappy thing is a single-stroke engine that burns diesel. It makes a "kong, kong, kong" sound when it starts. Not only is the noise loud, but it also produces a lot of smoke, but it just can't run fast.

Liu Tingjin smelled the smell of cigarettes, waved his hand, and asked Qin Zhifeng for a cigarette.

Qin Zhifeng smoked Huangshan Jinwan, which was not expensive, only twenty yuan a box. It smelled very good and the smoke was not irritating. But Liu Tingjin had never smoked before, and he coughed constantly every time he smoked. When Tang Manwen saw this, she gave him her own mineral water.

Liu Tingjin drank half a bottle in one breath and started burping again. It took him a long time to recover.

"Oh, if you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke."

Qin Zhixin was smiling happily. She didn't mind watching other people have fun. Liu Tingjin was so angry that he slapped her thigh hard. The girl grimaced in pain.