After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Yang Qichao was stunned. After thinking for two seconds, he nodded solemnly. Qin Zhixin gasped when she saw this.

"You're a fucking fool, aren't you?"

"No, I think once the homework is assigned, you should complete it to the letter. It's a task, and it has nothing to do with whether the teacher reads it or not."

The expression on Yang Qichao's face was silly, like a piece of wood. Qin Zhixin was so angry that she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, what do you think homework is? What happens if you don't do it? It's typical honest thinking. A person's family determines their lower limit, and their ability determines their upper limit. But other than that, most people are just ordinary people. I'm not going to compare my test scores with your rocket class. I'm content with just being able to get into a mid-level 985 university."

"Are you shirking your responsibility?"

"Homework is a ridiculous responsibility. If I don't do my homework today, will I get hit by a car when I go out?"

"How is that possible?"

Qin Zhixin sighed, she stood up straight, and rubbed the lower edge of her plump breasts against the table, moving the test papers on the table forward.

"That's why it's meaningless. If you want to write, and you think it's meaningful, that means you have a high level of awareness. A person's life has countless choices. As long as I make the right choices in the most critical ones, then my life won't be too bad."

"Your logic is pure perversion. How can you tell which are the most crucial choices? Do you roll the dice?"

"It's simple. College counts as one, marriage counts as one, and yes, job hopping counts as one too. If you make the right three choices, your life won't be too bad."

Qin Zhixin muttered indifferently. When Yang Qichao heard her talk about marriage, his ears twitched and his heart beat a little slower.

"But actually, if you look at it, university doesn't really determine anything. If you go to a regular undergraduate program, you'll feel like there are a lot of places with a bachelor's degree or above, but how can they be better than a junior college? If you go to a junior college, you'll feel like the scores for junior colleges are too low. But then, after entering society and going to third- and fourth-tier cities, you'll find that junior college degrees are also popular. After all, big cities have siphoned off so many college graduates. Your life isn't over if you make the wrong choice. Chinese society is so vast, there's always room for you. It's similar with marriage; divorce isn't impossible, so it's up to you whether you want to live frugally or not. No one should be so stressed out. Taking everything so seriously is an insult to yourself. Life's hard enough, so at least you can make it a little easier."

Yang Qichao felt a bitter taste in his mouth, his throat clogged. Qin Zhixin had said a lot, even back in college, but when it came to "marriage," she spoke so casually, as if she were referring to something completely unrelated to her, like a trash can in a city thousands of miles away, whose existence had nothing to do with her.

Moreover, he did not feel any extra attention from Qin Zhixin when she mentioned "marriage". Qin Zhixin was like the sun, her generosity like sunshine, but Yang Qichao hoped that this sunshine could shine for him alone.

"Anyway, you always have your own twisted logic. I don't believe you can be so indifferent to marriage."

Qin Zhixin sighed, her tone somewhat resentful.

"So what? How old are you and you're talking about getting married? By the way, Chaozi, do you know what a white knight is?"

"what?"

"I feel like you have that tendency."

Qin Zhixin smiled, twirling the pen with her delicate fingers, and looked at Yang Qichao with an amused look.

"Hoshinima, what do you mean by a white knight?"

"A Reddit meme is about over-emphasizing the other person in a relationship and having a strange penchant for guiding, helping, and redeeming them."

"I don't understand. Please explain it in human terms."

"That's just a dead turtle man! He likes to use what he thinks are touching actions to influence others, and he always finds the most hopeless and depressed people."

Qin Zhixin covered her mouth and laughed, and Yang Qichao smiled back awkwardly, but he couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart.

Chapter 50 Intentional or Unintentional

"Does Turtle Man mean Green-haired Turtle Man?"

Yang Qichao looked calm, but for some reason, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been torn out.

The girl's smile was as beautiful as a delicate flower. She always loved to laugh, brightly and charmingly, but Yang Qichao hoped that she could focus her attention on him for just one second, even if it was just to mock him.

But Yang Qichao always felt that he was an outsider in Qin Zhixin's relationship. She was like a breeze, blowing on his face. He could feel her tenderness and her beauty, but he inexplicably felt guilty because he knew the wind would not blow forever.

"Yes, that's a pimp. He's unconditionally nice to others, and saves money to chase a girl, but in the end, the girl would rather let others take turns getting pregnant than him. Isn't that a pimp? A pimp can at least get some tips for helping others push their asses. This kind of person has a mental problem and can only be regarded as a joke. He has lived his whole life, and all his joys and sorrows are for a filthy piece of shit. Even if he gets his hands on it, he can only give birth to a bunch of pigs. After being eaten up by someone, he jumps into the river and is regarded as a joke. People will look down on him whether he is dead or alive."

Qin Zhixin was searching for something with her phone and found a long string of messages in the chat history that she had blocked. She pushed the phone in front of Yang Qichao.

"Here, look at these, your classmates are among them."

Qin Zhixin smiled with ill intent, and this expression made Yang Qichao always feel that she was going to throw firecrackers into someone's chicken coop the next moment.

He took the phone, and the phone interface showed the "hidden chat history" in Qin Zhixin's student number.

He knew that Qin Zhixin had two Penguin accounts.

The profile picture of the "Hunyuan Dachu" account is SpongeBob SquarePants with a sleazy, middle-aged face, while her "Student" account features Nohara Hiroshi from Crayon Shin-chan. Both are incredibly similar in their mental pollution, and even if you unbox her, you'd probably find it hard to believe that the sleazy old Biden online is actually this stunning beauty.

The list of people blocked by Qin Zhixin was very long. He scrolled down twice but couldn't reach the end. He randomly clicked on a chat record, and the content was all conversations initiated by the other party, various greetings on holidays, kind, humble and urgent, and the dense sentences sounded like the whimper of a dog that could die of thirst at any time.

But Qin Zhixin had already blocked them.

She only remembered them when she thought of them as jokes, but that was normal. They shouldn't have been in her life, and they didn't deserve to be in her life.

"That guy in your class, his name is Chen, should be Chen Chen, he added me and wanted to talk about philosophy. It's hilarious. He's pretending to be an arty young man in front of me. If he talked to me about something else, I'd be willing to tease him."

Qin Zhixin held her cheeks with her small hands and continued speaking nonchalantly.

"Look for it in there. I thought he was mentally unstable, so I blocked him. It's probably been a while. I don't know if he's posted anything else since then."

"No, I can't find him. Too many people added you. You blocked them directly, and most of them didn't even reply. Isn't that too much? What if..."

Qin Zhixin waved her hand.

"There's no such thing as a 'what if' scenario. If I reply to everyone, it will only make them know I'm easy to talk to. Why should I sacrifice my free time to deal with these things? It will only increase internal friction. They're just a bunch of people with dirty thoughts but no guts."

"It's hard to say. Do you know how they talk about you in private? Even though I eat with you every day, they know that I have nothing to do with you."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes coquettishly, like a tease, but more like an invitation.

"What are you afraid of? They're just talking nonsense. Hanging out with you more often will save you from all this nonsense all day long. Do you really think I don't know how they fantasize about me? They treat me like a vase, thinking they can trick me into their hands by being persistent, but while I'm watching reed movies online, these idiots are still secretly playing with birds in their beds."

"By the way, do you know Xia Yujin from my class?"

"Xia? Xia as in summer?"

"Ah."

Qin Zhixin thought for a moment and shook her head.

"I don't know anyone named Xia."

"She really hates you. She said you, uh, s ...

Qin Zhixin smiled.

"Are you saying I'm slutty, that I look like a streetwalker? That I'm wearing something like erotic clothing?"

"Well, it's not that bad."

"That doesn't matter. I've heard worse."

The girl still smiled heartlessly, as if she was not the protagonist here. Yang Qichao felt inexplicably distressed.

"There was a boy in our class who was after Xia Yujin. It was during the summer vacation when you were not at home. He went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of things, and the bill came to 52.1 yuan."

"Yo? This guy is quite attentive."

"521 sounds like 'I love you.' He not only made up the numbers, he also made up the words. On the bill, he put together the six words, 'Baby, I love you.' He highlighted 52.1 and those words with a green highlighter."

After Yang Qichao finished speaking, he let out a long breath, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. But Qin Zhixin just listened with a silly smile on her face, which looked even more charming and innocent on her pretty face that could change from anger to joy.

The speaker has intention, but the listener is not.

"That's really thoughtful of you. Gosh, you're putting numbers and words together. I didn't realize you nerds from the rocket class are so good at romance."

Yang Qichao lowered his head and touched his nose. He looked at the test paper on the table. He should have completed it word for word, but now he had no interest in doing so. He just glanced at it and wrote down the answers casually, writing very quickly. He spoke in a muffled voice.

"Stop all this nonsense. I review what I read every night."

"Eh~ How hypocritical! I sent you a message last night and you replied immediately. What's going on? Are you reviewing based on my Penguin profile picture?"

The corners of Yang Qichao's mouth twitched. If he hadn't told this damn girl, she might have almost forgotten about it.

"Don't slander me. Unless I'm looking at my phone, I never reply immediately. The few times you contact me are not good. You either copy my homework or send me nonsense. Also, can you change your profile picture to a better one? Yours is really ugly. It makes me uncomfortable just looking at it."

Qin Zhixin exhaled through her nose and hummed.

"You know nothing. This is a trend. The more vulgar the avatar is, the more cynical it is, and the more individual it is."

"Personality you head!"

"Tsk, you can't win an argument so you just curse, just like a woman. Look at your profile picture, it's just a random landscape painting, this is common among old men born in the Brezhnev era."

"Forget it, I can't convince you with my twisted logic. That boy pursued Xia Yujin but was rejected. He's actually quite talented and good-looking. From what I know, Xia Yujin was just trying to woo him. He even brought her water and breakfast from time to time. But when school started again, you came to my class and that boy saw you."

"Then he fell in love with someone else, then he forgot his loyalty because of a beautiful woman, and then his little head controlled his big head."

"Well, it's not impossible to say that."

"So that Xia girl hated me because the guy who was licking her turned around and started licking me, and I didn't even know who was licking me."

Qin Zhixin took her phone back and locked the screen without even looking at it. She didn't care at all, and didn't even want to know who was causing her hatred. This was just an insignificant episode that couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple in her heart.

"There is no hatred without reason. A towering tree must have its roots; a mountain stream must have its source. I've long been accustomed to it. Those who only dare to talk behind my back will feel guilty when they look at me directly, even if they just make eye contact."

"Don't take it personally. It's hard to explain this kind of thing, it's just jealousy. You must be used to it. Girls are always a little jealous. After all, you have your looks. She's from the Rocket Class and is a bit more arrogant. By the way, why do you think I'm a turtle man?"

Yang Qichao didn't look at Qin Zhixin. His eyes were fixed on the test paper on the table, as if there were flowers drawn on the questions.

"It feels like you always keep things in your heart, but you can't hide them."

"Why is this a turtle man?"

"Let me give you an example. If a beautiful girl confesses her love to you and doesn't mind that you don't have a house, a car, or savings, as long as you treat her well, will you react?"

Yang Qichao felt his heart skip a beat. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I will love her. I will love her for the rest of my life. I will not let her suffer even a little bit for the rest of her life."

"Look, that's a typical male troll mentality. If I were you, I'd be convinced she's pregnant. She's so eager to get married to a fool just to ruin someone else's future and secure her own, but you don't even have a doubt."

　 Qin Zhixin smiled. She knew that Yang Qichao would have such a pre-modern reaction, and it seemed like a joke to her, but Yang Qichao was a little confused.

"You think too badly of people."

"No, I see women as human beings. Whether they are men or women, how can they be good for no reason? What do you think women should be like?"

"Uh, virtuous? Gentle?"

"Vicious, suspicious, greedy, short-sighted, and conceited. Women have all the same shortcomings as men, perhaps even more. When rumors were spread about me and my sister, what gender do you think the rumor was?"

"I can guess. Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Yang Qichao clenched the pen tightly in his hand, and cracks appeared on the plastic pen shell. He spoke hopefully, but Qin Zhixin was unaware.

"What can you be thinking about? Don't be thinking about getting first place in the grade in the midterm exam."

Yang Qichao smiled.

"Yes, you are right. You are absolutely right. Oh, I really want to be the first in the grade."

"See, I understand you!"

Qin Zhixin raised her head, squinted her eyes, and looked like "I see through you".

Yang Qichao felt a little dizzy. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, but he felt his throat was swollen and he couldn't exhale no matter how hard he tried.

Qin Zhixin was very special, especially to him, Yang Qichao. She was truly special. When he and she went out to eat, they would both treat each other, and most of the time, she would pay. The same thing happened with snacks. Sometimes, she would bring him some expensive imported snacks, which she said were given by her uncle. Although, the ones she gave him were things he wouldn't eat, they were always tinged with something unpalatable.

Just like the Turkish chocolate candy I gave him last time, it was so sweet that it made his throat sore, and he drank a lot of water after eating it.

The candy was sweet, just like her. Although it had some minor flaws, Yang Qichao didn't mention them, and he wouldn't. He had never seen a girl willing to spend so much money on a boy, either on himself or among his classmates, except for Qin Zhixin. These were small amounts, even for a high school student with limited funds, but he inexplicably felt comfortable.

But now he feels very upset.

Chapter 51 Painted Skin and Painted Bones

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday at Nanling No. 1 High School was only two days long. When Qin Zhixin was still playing games, Tang Manwen had already attended classes at school for half a day.

The bell rang over the radio, and eye exercises began playing. The third chemistry class of the morning ended, and the newly hired young teacher, lesson plan in hand, quickly walked down from the podium and left.

The sound of the loudspeaker was a bit sharp. The audio of eye exercises recorded in the last century was still being repeated even in the new era.

Tang Manwen ignored him, only methodically gathering the lecture notes spread out on the table. Nanyi High School had two major exams each month during their sophomore and junior years, one of which was held before the holiday break. These were modeled after the Gaokao, but only covered five subjects. She'd signed up for physics and chemistry at the end of her freshman year. This wasn't because physics and chemistry were her best subjects; she excelled in the liberal arts, especially history and geography. She had a clear memory, and could remember many things after just a few glances. She didn't even need to review for the exams, having consistently gotten A+s in both subjects.

But she would not apply for the liberal arts major, and she had never even thought about applying for the liberal arts major.

Regardless of the school in Jiangsu Province, the best key programs are always those focused on physics and chemistry, while the liberal arts programs are relatively underrepresented. Given her grades, she should have been ranked in a key program at Nanyi High School, and she didn't want to go to a regular program. This was the main reason she chose physics and chemistry, even though she found them difficult. For example, on this exam, she only got an A- in chemistry, narrowly missing a B. Even for a student in a key program, this would be considered a poor performance.

There was another reason why she didn't go to the liberal arts class. There were more girls in the liberal arts class, more boys in the science class, and there were so few girls in the physics and chemistry class that there was not enough space for two dormitories.

Tang Manwen had a smile on her face, but it wasn't the fake smile she usually put on like a mask. She was humming "Lonely Sandbar Cold" in her heart, even making some lip movements.

She was already quite satisfied with getting an A- in Chemistry, having even gotten Bs in it before. A B in a minor subject would have many good schools reject her, no matter how high her core score was. Chemistry had always been her weakest subject; she felt like she just wasn't getting it, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get an A.

But this time the result gave her a surprise.

Her delicate hands gently grasped the chemistry paper, carefully folding it in half to make it fit perfectly. She used a ruler to flatten the fold, then glued it together with chemistry papers from previous exams into a neat stack, placing it in a file bag labeled "Chemistry."