After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The windows in the classroom were closed, the air conditioner was on, and the wind was a little cool.

Tang Manwen wore only a short-sleeved school uniform. Her light blue cotton polo shirt accentuated her slender figure. From behind, her hair was braided into a French butterfly curl, her smooth, black hair meticulously styled and gently tied up. Occasionally, a few strands of hair fell onto her clean, ironed, wrinkle-free uniform.

Even when Tang Manwen was sitting, her body was straight. Her back was delicate and beautiful. Even her graceful figure had a sense of stubbornness, like a cluster of lush roses growing in the crevice of a rock.

She is different from Qin Zhixin. Since she can remember, the first thing Tang Manwen would do is to stare blankly. Her eyes would be completely empty, but her mind would not be empty. She would silently think about what she should do. Even if she didn't know anything, she would not make a sound.

Tang Manwen learned to hide her thoughts very early and consciously regulated her every move, such as greeting elders when meeting them, paying attention to her posture and manners when walking, and observing basic etiquette when eating.

There are many things that others don't notice, but Tang Manwen will polish her behavior over and over again until she is satisfied.

She had even practiced smiling in front of the mirror.

A gentle smile is a shallow, formulaic smile, like a cup of tea served to a receptionist. A smile of surprise, a hint of surprise, requires some body language, like covering your mouth or casually avoiding gaze.

As long as you smile naturally and gently, you can handle almost any situation. It's like a universal formula for all the problems in life.

But what she associates most with is the calm and relieved smile that hides her resentment, because she can't let it go.

When she was in elementary school, she found that other girls would isolate her and say bad things about her behind her back. More than once, she wanted to grab the gossiping girl's clothes and ask her why she had such great malice towards her, even though she had never said a word to her.

But Tang Manwen still held back, and in the end she just smiled and pretended to know nothing. Tang Manwen couldn't completely free herself from the mental exhaustion, so she accepted her state of internal exhaustion.

She asked Qin Zhifeng, the brother who had no blood relationship with her.

He said it very bluntly. Women are like this. They are the most typical class creatures. When a large group of women appear at the same time, there must be a target to attack.

Because some women feel anxiety and unease for no apparent reason, whether alone or in a crowd. When some people notice someone prettier or with a better figure, they become hostile. Even a more refined backpack becomes a point of attack, regardless of appearance. When some people discover a woman's family background is poor, they start spreading rumors.

Tang Manwen felt that her experience was indeed as Qin Zhifeng had described. The most direct hostility she had faced since childhood had come from women. The persecution of women by women was blatant, with both the extremely ugly and the extremely beautiful being targeted.

Tang Manwen thought of Qin Zhifeng's face, that cynical bad guy, and her face turned red for no reason, and even her breathing became a little faster.

She wouldn't deny that she preferred interacting with boys to interacting with girls. The most troublesome thing about boys was that some of them were lustful, but Tang Manwen was very good at dealing with that. Even if someone expressed it to her, she was good at politely rejecting it, not to mention that she now had Liu Yujin.

She couldn't tell whether her feelings for Liu Yujin were love or dependence. She only felt safe when she was with him, but her heart didn't beat faster.

The eye exercises on the radio were coming to an end, but Tang Manwen seemed to be completely isolated from the influence of the radio and was still humming the old song silently.

"Lonely Sandbar is Cold" is a song that has been around for almost ten years. When was the first time she heard it?

Tang Manwen couldn't remember clearly.

Most of her childhood memories are confusing, and she can only remember scenes from a few points in time.

At the time, she was barely a foot tall. Her aunt had given her a beautiful little white dress, saying it was too small for her cousin, Qin Zhixin. She didn't mind new or old, or secondhand, especially clothes she'd taken from Qin Zhixin. From a young age, she could sense that Qin Zhixin had feelings for her that went beyond family affection.

But she showed nothing.

Tang Manwen is not a stupid person.

Some fools know nothing, like puppets, believing everything they hear without giving it any thought. Other fools have a set of logic that's inconsistent but manages to close loops. They believe nothing and tend to steer clear of the right path. They're even worse than puppets.

Tang Manwen still remembered a long time ago, when she changed into Qin Zhixin's little dress and she and Qin Zhixin ran around the mall. Qin Zhixin had a pair of new canvas shoes, but the girl had worn the rubber soles flat, turning a good pair of shoes into waste, just to show off that she could slide three meters in one step on the marble pavement of the mall.

At that time, the two of them even used chewing gum to block the lock of the mall's warehouse. Tang Manwen herself would never do such a thing, but with Qin Zhixin, it seemed like she could do anything bad.

Tang Manwen thought about the past and couldn't help laughing. She liked the feeling of being a little naughty. She ran away immediately after doing something bad. Even after several minutes, her heart was still pounding.

She didn't know what this feeling was, but when she was with Qin Zhifeng, the naughty feeling in his smile and the faint smell of tobacco on his body stimulated her and made her heart beat faster.

The song playing at the mall at the time was "Lonely Sandbar Cold." She loved it the first time she heard it, even though she didn't know what it was about. She was still young and couldn't understand the lyrics, but Qin Zhixin did. That little girl told her the name of the song, and Tang Manwen memorized it silently in her heart.

The eye exercises on the radio stopped, and Tang Manwen stopped humming silently in his heart.

Feeling inexplicably exhausted, she crossed her delicate white hands behind her head, bent her lithe waist backward, and stretched. Her slightly immature but substantial breasts, naturally lifted as she stretched backward, seemed even fuller and more defined, barely able to be contained by the buttons of her light blue school uniform.

This beautiful scene made several boys nearby look sideways.

The goddess, usually gentle as water, had a rosy smile on her face, and her simple attire was filled with endless tenderness. Beneath her dignified appearance was an undeniably slender figure, with a slender waist and fuller breasts. Even the female teachers who taught them, who had given birth, couldn't compare to her, let alone girls of the same age.

Tang Manwen was the prettiest girl in the class, and also the most dignified. But she possessed an innate charm that couldn't be suppressed, or more bluntly, an inner allure. This swaying, alluring charm was beyond the reach of the boys around her.

Tang Manwen is very satisfied with her physical conditions. Among her peers, the only one who can surpass her in figure and appearance is Qin Zhixin.

But that damn girl also likes her. Tang Manwen knows it, but she won't say it.

After stretching, Tang Manwen sat up straight again. She felt the gazes of people around her, but she didn't care at all.

She picked up the water cup on the table, unscrewed it and checked whether there was any foreign object in the cup. After confirming, she stood up and went to the front to pour water.

The way she walked was different from Qin Zhixin's usual cat-like gait. She wasn't as casual as that dead girl.

Chapter 52 Conditioned Reflex

Tang Manwen practiced her walking posture specifically, and from then on she determined the way she walked.

Lift your feet quickly, take small steps, and land lightly. Use the twist of your waist to move your feet, but keep your center of gravity at the waist. When walking, keep your neck straight, your eyes looking straight ahead, and your chin slightly tucked in.

The walking speed should not be too fast, but not too slow either. The feet should be lifted up and not rub against the ground, which will make her steps seem slow. When stepping down, the toes should touch the ground first, and then slightly retract inward in an instant. At this time, the hips should be used to exert force.

It's not just the legs that are moving; the hips, waist, and back must also have corresponding micro-movements, and even the breathing must have a corresponding frequency.

Tang Manwen exerts a subtle force with every step she takes, allowing her breasts to tremble as much as possible while walking, with the soft grace of a pear blossom in the spring rain, and the alluring shyness of a jade-green sleeve gently swaying. This force-exerting habit she's been practicing since her cup size reached C+, and now that her cup size is almost E+, the movement has become almost a reflex.

She held the water cup flat in her hand, her back tense above the waist, and walked to the water dispenser in a posture that looked relaxed and dignified. There was a boy in line in front of her.

Before the class division, that boy was in the class next to Tang Manwen. His name was Zhang Song. He was quite tall and spoke loudly. In their first year of high school, she and he were both on the honor roll.

At that time, they were on the same floor and would see each other every day. Tang Manwen was quite familiar with him, and after changing to a new class, she added him as a friend.

The so-called honor roll of Nanyi Middle School is just a list of the top 100 students in the grade who do well in exams. In the first year of high school, the top 100 students are listed. When students are assigned to their majors in the second year of high school, the top 100 students are still in the sciences, but only 10 students are picked out from the liberal arts.

The "Honor Roll" is just like the "Extra Questions", which is very unseemly and falls behind a hundred science honor rolls, like a plastic bowl given away when you buy a drink.

Tang Manwen can now consistently rank in the top 30 of the science honor roll. This score won't allow him to go to Peking University or Tsinghua University, but he can definitely choose from the top five Chinese universities.

Tang Manwen stood behind Zhang Song, who was changing the water.

The previous bucket of water had been drunk up, and Zhang Song just put in a new bucket of water, but for some reason, the stopper in the middle of the bucket was not poked down by the water dispenser.

The water inlet of the water dispenser is a plastic part with a bulge in the middle. The material of this thing is ordinary and it is easy to break if you use it roughly. Zhang Song was afraid of damaging the water dispenser, so he put the full bucket of water on the ground again.

He had just taken down the water dispenser and was still bending over when he saw Tang Manwen walking towards him with graceful steps.

Because she walked with her waist, twisting her hips caused her peaches to sway slightly from side to side, and with each gentle step, her pair of fat, drowning breasts trembled slightly. But there was no hint of wantonness, only elegance, as if a well-educated lady should walk like this, yet her every move was filled with temptation.

Zhang Song's face turned red, and he bent down to look at her secretly.

Tang Manwen wore a pair of white sneakers today. Although they looked a bit worn, with even the laces frayed, they had been cleaned very well and looked very simple and pure, unlike the dirty, worn-down shoes of most boys. Paired with light pink boat socks, the tiny sliver of skin that was revealed was even more luminous, as white and smooth as jade. She looked like a work of art, her perfection akin to a work of art.

Going up is the dark blue school pants. The pants are loose, even baggy, but still tight at her hips. The rounded shape under the fabric gives him more room for imagination.

From this bottom-up perspective, the lower half of Tang Manwen's face was covered by her towering breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

"Student Zhang, do you need my help?"

The beauty opened her lips slightly, and her voice was sweet and gentle, like the soft evening breeze blowing on her face. Tang Manwen casually placed her water cup on the table where the water dispenser was placed. After saying that, she squatted down very actively, and first placed her delicate hands on the bucket, deliberately pretending to exert force.

But she just breathed heavier, letting the valley of her chest face Zhang Song, as if everything was naturally ambiguous.

Zhang Song's eyes widened, and he felt dizzy. He almost blurted out "No need," but quickly realized he was losing his mind. His face flushed, and he avoided looking at the bottomless snow.

They were so close that Zhang Song could even smell the delicate fragrance of Tang Manwen's body. He stood up and pointed at the water dispenser.

"No! Tang, I didn't press it down just now, so I took it off to see if it was broken. Look, it's fine."

Zhang Song felt pathetic for his clumsy answer, but when he saw Tang Manwen trying to lift the bucket by herself, he hurried over to help. His big hand accidentally clasped Tang Manwen's hand, and the delicate and smooth touch made Zhang Song subconsciously stunned, and his dark face turned red.

Tang Manwen's heart was beating fast, but her face remained gentle. She could feel a strange joy in Zhang Song's clumsy nervousness, a cruel pleasure similar to the joy of teasing a small animal.

She pretended not to feel Zhang Song's excitement, and worked with him to lift the bucket and put it on the table of the water dispenser before letting go.

Zhang Song breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare look directly at Tang Manwen, but glanced at the beautiful woman beside him from the corner of his eye.

Her tall and voluptuous figure leaves no doubt about the soft touch when holding her in one's arms, but the places where she should be thin are also very slender, showing the girl's softness to the fullest.

Her eyes and eyebrows are smiling like the spring breeze, her eyebrows are as blue as the mountains, and her eyes are as beautiful as ink. Even if you stare at her from afar across the crowd, she seems to be looking at you, with eyes full of tenderness like water, making him intoxicated by her graceful and elegant face.

The delicate and fragrant skin is as white as jade, and she is elegant even without makeup. The crabapple blossoms in the wind sigh for its rhythm, and the plum blossoms in the snow praise its elegance.

The scent of Tang Manwen still lingered on his nose, and his rough hand seemed to be vaguely holding her small hand, but it was all over. Zhang Song felt the blood rushing to his head, bringing with it waves of dizziness. Now, the image of Tang Manwen in the corner of his eye seemed to be shrouded in a halo.

He suppressed his uneasiness and wanted to show off his pitiful "manliness" in front of Tang Manwen. He lifted the bucket with force and took a trembling step forward. However, because his center of gravity was forward, he leaned backward, trying to keep his center of gravity in the middle.

But he himself usually neglected to exercise, and lifting heavy objects requires some skills. When Zhang Song stood up, he did not control the strength well, and his center of gravity was lost, and he was about to fall backwards.

Zhang Song's eyes were blank at this moment, and his mind was also blank. He didn't have time to think too much, and his mind was only stuck on the second when he wanted to show his masculinity.

But soon, as he felt the center of gravity of his torso being pulled towards the ground under the action of gravity, Zhang Song's brain began to speed up again.

Absurd thoughts in his mind quickly grew in his heart like mushrooms on a garbage dump after rain.

But his body showed no sign of moving, and he was about to fall heavily backwards. Tang Manwen was quick to support him from behind.

Tang Manwen pressed her chest against Zhang Song's body. Inertia pushed Zhang Song's head back slightly, hitting the center of Tang Manwen's vagina. Tang Manwen cried out in pain. This brought Zhang Song back to his senses. The other two boys noticed and rushed forward to support Zhang Song, helping him steady himself and helping to lift the bucket.

Tang Manwen glanced with her beautiful eyes at the two boys who came to help insert the bucket into the water dispenser. This time the bucket was inserted smoothly.

Zhang Song didn't dare look back.

He regretted his attempt to save face; it was so foolish. Although Tang Manwen didn't say anything, he cursed himself in his heart.

Tang Manwen's heart was beating fast. Zhang Song smelled strongly of sweat, which was unpleasant. When Zhang Song fell on her chest, his short hair, like a hedgehog's, prickled her chest, which was definitely not comfortable.

But Tang Manwen felt a strange sense of euphoria.

She rubbed the place that was pretending to be hurt, and walked closer to Zhang Song, very gently.

"Student Zhang, are you okay? You almost fell down just now."

"it's okay no problem."

Zhang Song turned around hesitantly and his eyes met Tang Manwen's.

Tang Manwen's eyes were bright and clear, and the tenderness that could drown a person in them was as gentle as water without a trace of disgust. This made Zhang Song feel even more uneasy.

Seeing Zhang Song put the water dispenser back and no longer wanting to pour water, she naturally stepped forward. She stood straight, her jaw slightly lowered, serene and beautiful, like a virtual figure from a painting of a beautiful lady.

Tang Manwen didn't continue looking at him, but took her cup and started pouring water.

The beauty next to Zhang Song was as charming as a crabapple blossom. She was obviously tempting to be picked, but the beautiful flower already had an owner.

The feeling of nothingness flooded Zhang Song's brain like a tide.

Tang Manwen ignored the strange thoughts in Zhang Song's mind. To be exact, she didn't even care about Zhang Song.

She only knew his name as Zhang Song, which she considered to be a proper etiquette between classmates. She wouldn't fail to call out a classmate's name, as that would be extremely rude, but that was about it.

She knew that Zhang Song would secretly look at her during class and then become distracted.

Tang Manwen also knew that Zhang Song was not the only one in the class who would peek at her from time to time, even students in the next class and even in other grades.

Tang Manwen likes this feeling. She can pretend to be elegant and exude her charm at the same time, but the boys around her can only keep their improper thoughts about her in their minds.

She didn't know that Zhang Song had used her as material for his sweet dreams more than once, and that he would hug her pillow when he slept, as if it were hugging someone he longed for day and night. But she knew that someone was definitely using her as material for a spell cast in the middle of the night.

She poured the water and left, not giving Zhang Song a chance to continue peeping.

Zhang Song felt a little melancholy. It was a strange feeling of regret, as if he had lost something in his heart that he had never had.

He was still savoring the brief contact just now. When he touched Tang Manwen's hand just now, when he bumped into Tang Manwen's arms just now, the girl's soft touch, the girl's elegant body fragrance, the girl's delicate and light cry of pain, these three elements together constructed that moment.

All this is indeed a dream of some size, or at least the stuff of dreams.

Chapter 53: Manliness

In less than an afternoon, Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao finished their holiday homework.

Tang Yuyu was completely unaware of this. She just thought that Yang Qichao had taken the trouble to guide Qin Zhixin's studies, and he even prepared a sumptuous dinner for her to thank her.

Qin Zhixin didn't dare to be too presumptuous at the dinner table, for fear of provoking Tang Yuyu and getting beaten again.

She ate slowly and methodically. Although she was greedy and usually careless, the way she ate now did not look like a boy at all.

A small portion of food should be chewed slowly and thoroughly, and only swallowed after fully absorbing the flavor. In comparison, Yang Qichao's eating manners were much worse. He ate a lion's head as big as Qin Zhixin's fist in two bites, and the fried water chestnuts and mushrooms in the lion's head made a "crunch" sound when he bit them.

Qin Zhixin glanced at him and thought the food was truly delicious, her anger seemingly dissipating. She hunched her back, shifting her hips, and first glanced at Tang Yuyu furtively. Seeing that she showed no reaction to her gesture, the girl mustered up the courage to poke a lion's head with her chopsticks and, imitating Yang Qichao's example, took a large bite.

The lion's head was too big for her small mouth to bite. The reddish-brown sauce thickened the meatballs and flowed down her chin from the corners of her mouth. Qin Zhixin didn't care at all and casually wiped it with the back of her hand. After wiping, she wiped it on her body again, which was very dirty.

Tang Yuyu looked at the dead girl without saying a word, just staring at Qin Zhixin, with a threatening look in her eyes, which made Qin Zhixin feel uneasy.

At this time, Yang Qichao picked up a large piece of braised pork ribs in sauce. The ribs had been cooked in a pressure cooker and were very crispy. He bit it whole with the bones in one bite and swallowed it whole. He ate very wildly.

Qin Zhixin glanced again, feeling a little unconvinced.

"Mom! Look at that guy, he's eating like a pig."