After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The cheapest fountain pen in stock was a Hero 616, five yuan each, not much more expensive than a ballpoint pen. Hero 616 pens are strange. If you're lucky, you'll get a gold nib that writes well and is worth thousands of yuan, but if you have a hard time writing, it's a complete waste.

Chen Huaiyuan is in charge of physics in four key classes. His attitude towards teaching is much more positive than Zhang Wei, and he normally arrives five minutes early.

During the break, he would sit on the podium early and stand there like a stake. The students below didn't dare to speak loudly, and many of them simply went to the toilet to play.

Chen Huaiyuan was in his thirties. Although he still had hair, he looked older than his homeroom teacher, Zhang Wei. A native of Hai'an, he had previously taught at Hai'an High School. After being recognized as a top-tier teacher there, Principal Qiao paid a large sum to pry him over to Nanshi High School.

All I can say is that a special-grade teacher has the abilities of a special-grade teacher. Although his accent has a strong Hai'an dialect flavor, it can still be understood by the kid who grew up speaking the Nanling dialect.

Almost everyone in the class was born and raised in northern Jiangsu, where the dialect is closer to that of Anhui. Hai'an, in central Jiangsu, has a dialect vastly different from that of northern Jiangsu. Central Jiangsu is famous for its diverse dialects, and in Hai'an and Qidong, the dialect is so distinct that even locals might not be able to understand it, let alone people from Nanling.

Chen Huaiyuan would sometimes, when excited about a topic, burst into the Qihai dialect. This was like encrypted communication to the Nanling natives, but he was still able to convey the meaning clearly, so even if it was a little painful to listen to, it was not so difficult to understand.

But Qin Zhixin had no such problem, as she could understand Qihai dialect perfectly. In her memories of her "previous life", the dialect spoken by her "self" secretary was very similar to Qihai dialect, with only the tones and certain idioms being different.

Qin Zhixin didn't have a very deep impression of those memories. It was nothing more than seeing a beautiful girl, and after making sure she was safe and clean, he would make big promises, use emotional value to trick the young girl who had never seen the world into bed, and after taking advantage of her, he would also want the stupid girl opposite to believe that "he" was a good person.

But Qin Zhixin can still clearly remember that "her" female secretary was gentle and considerate, with the unique gentleness of the beauties from the southern water towns. In one word, she was tender. Not only was her temperament tender, but her body was also tender, like a fountain.

At the podium, Chen Huaiyuan was still lecturing, gesturing at the crude force diagram on the blackboard. Below the podium, Qin Zhixin's thoughts drifted to infinity, a simple smile breaking out as she recalled the memory of the water spray.

When Qin Zhixin was still a little kid, her brain hadn't been completely "polluted" by the system yet. Her instinctive sense of good and evil still made her believe that she had been a complete scumbag in her "previous life." But as the saying goes, one's thoughts follow one's own. Once Qin Zhixin accepted that her "previous life" was her true self, she began to feel that she had done the right thing.

The system doesn't feel that it has wasted a good girl. It throws itself into his arms even though it knows that he is married. It doesn't even bother to point out the little thoughts hidden under the gentle and considerate face. After all, life always has to have some fun.

Qin Zhixin thought the same thing. What kind of good person would offer themselves for sex? Just because it seems to be "my own" benefit, it doesn't mean I owe others anything. Since I chose "after-sales delivery", I shouldn't blame "him" for choosing "free trial".

Although Qin Zhixin still felt that she was a scumbag in her previous life, it didn't mean that the person she slept with was a good person. A scumbag was a scumbag, and the emotionally questionable victim might also be a scumbag. It was impossible to be considered not a scumbag just because she looked weak.

After class, Qin Zhixin happily followed Yang Qichao to the bicycle shed. Yang Qichao said he would treat her to donkey meat hot pot. It was a rare opportunity to eat at such a rich restaurant, so Qin Zhixin naturally agreed to anything he said.

Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao were chattering all the way. When they arrived at the carport to unlock the car, Yang Qichao's face suddenly became gloomy because he found that his tire had been cut.

He just glanced at the cars parked on both sides, and the tires of the cars next to him were all fine. He instantly knew that he was definitely being targeted.

When Qin Zhixin first saw that Yang Qichao didn't respond, she thought that the boy had forgotten to bring his keys, but when she squatted down, she found that there was a very obvious knife wound on Yang Qichao's tire.

She poked the cut on the rear wheel with her finger. The cut was straight and sharp, clearly made with a utility knife, and with great force. She knelt on one knee and stretched her head forward to look at the front wheel. Sure enough, Yang Qichao's front wheel had also been cut.

"Chaozi, did you offend someone? Look, your front wheel was also cut."

"I don't know. I don't usually have conflicts with anyone."

Qin Zhixin turned around to check the bicycle next to her and found that the tires were intact.

"Come on, forget it. With your EQ, you probably wouldn't even know you've offended someone."

Yang Qichao was speechless and angry, and spoke like a machine gun.

"You understand again, how can you understand so much? Every day, I owe you money, how can I offend others?"

"You have good grades, so others are jealous. Remember not to take the math test during your monthly exam."

Qin Zhixin shrugged nonchalantly, stood up, and dusted off the knees of her jeans. Yang Qichao glanced at Qin Zhixin, who was bending over to dust off her jeans, and was drawn to the deep evil in her eyes. The T-shirt Qin Zhixin was wearing today wasn't new; it had probably been worn for a while, even the collar had become deformed. It was so baggy that the upper part of her beautiful body was half-exposed when she bent over.

The bra Qin Zhixin wore was very big, but it still couldn't completely cover her fat rabbits. Some flesh overflowed from the edge of the bra, and the feeling of being squeezed by the flesh was very tempting.

Yang Qichao recalled the scene of vacuum he had seen during his vacation. Even now, he could still remember the bright red. Thinking of this, Yang Qichao couldn't help swallowing, and his slightly exasperated mood subsided.

"My grades are good relative to yours. Whatever your math score is, there are plenty of people in the regular class who can beat you in seconds. Why don't you just say you're terrible? And why doesn't anyone pick on Zhou Xinshu, who's top of the class?"

Yang Qichao spoke in a muffled voice, his nose barely breathing. His dark face flushed slightly as he continued to speak.

"Also, your bra is too small. It's pinching your flesh."

Qin Zhixin's pretty face turned pink.

"Hey! Where are you looking?"

"How can you blame me for this? You're short and your collar is deformed. I'm not blind."

"Maybe I've grown bigger. It's inconvenient to run now. It's so annoying."

Qin Zhixin lifted the rabbit and shook it playfully. Yang Qichao felt his nose itch a little, and he seemed to react and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Fuck! Is someone jealous that you're with me every day?"

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes at him. Although she also had this suspicion in her heart, what Yang Qichao said was too arbitrary. Moreover, Chaozi's words sounded as if he was saying that she was the cause of trouble. She angrily put her hands on her hips, looking unhappy.

"Don't blame me."

"No, look, the seat cushion I made for you was also removed and taken away. If they simply slashed the tire out of displeasure with me, that would be enough. It's obviously jealousy."

Yang Qichao quickly pointed to the back seat of the car, and Qin Zhixin realized that the cushion was indeed gone.

"Well, what should we do? How about we check the surveillance?"

"It's useless. The surveillance camera can only show a rough outline, and it's far away. Even if we catch the person, he can say he was squatting to lock the car."

"Aren't there cushions?"

Qin Zhixin leaned over to take another look. She found the rope that tied the cushion, which had been cut and thrown on the ground nearby. Qin Zhixin walked over and picked it up.

"It was also cut by a knife. I guess it won't take long to finish this set."

"Throw away the rope. It's not too dirty for you."

Qin Zhixin threw the rope back to where it was, patted herself nonchalantly, and said, "So what should we do now? How about revenge?"

Yang Qichao sighed.

"Revenge on whom? I don't even know who framed me."

"If you don't know, then I'll just take revenge on everyone! Take a 502 and block all the car locks on this side!"

Qin Zhixin said harsh words with a smile, but Yang Qichao knew that this damn girl was just talking nonsense again, and was speechless.

"Go ahead and do it. I won't stop you. There aren't just students' cars in the carport, there are also teachers' and school staff's cars. If you dare to do that, you'll be caught the next day and made to write a self-criticism."

"Tsk, just kidding. Besides, don't you think this is exciting?"

"You're nothing, you're always thinking about nonsense. Forget it, how about taking the subway? The donkey meat and hot pot restaurant is quite far from the school."

Qin Zhixin was a little embarrassed.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Nanshi High School still has self-study classes at noon, which does not give them much time to eat leisurely.

"How about we go to the pizza place next door? It's quite affordable there, and you can eat a full meal without spending too much. If the donkey meat and hot pot restaurant is too far, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time for lunch self-study."

Chapter 58 Xizi holds her heart

The area where Nanshi High School is located is not far from the university town and is almost next to Nanling Agricultural University.

The characteristics of the area near the university town are that there are many restaurants and hotels. On a street near Nanshigao, apart from two bookstores, a large grocery store and a hypermarket, the rest are almost all small restaurants.

The store Qin Zhixin was going to was a bit like the "Saizeriya" of later generations, but the prices were more affordable than "Saizeriya".

Here, a creamy pasta dish with a fried egg and bacon is only seven dollars, while the best-selling steak and pasta combo is only fifteen dollars.

However, this so-called pasta is just a dough made by mixing flour and freeze-dried egg powder with water and pressing it into a ball. Supermarket pasta is still too expensive, making it impossible for the owner to sell more at a low profit. And the "steak" is just a semi-finished product made by splicing meat together with glue, and can only be cooked well-done. In the supermarket, it would be considered a children's steak, but on a Q&A platform, it would definitely be classified as a toxic and harmful industrial product that even dogs wouldn't eat.

But poor students don’t care about this stuff at all. At this price, even if they have diarrhea after eating it, they can still praise the boss for giving them enough oil and fat.

Yang Qichao was quite familiar with this restaurant. In the little over a month since school started, including summer tutoring, he'd probably eaten here more than ten times. He came almost every week, and he hadn't had diarrhea once. However, because the tables seemed to be constantly greasy, the hygiene was probably a problem, so most of the people who ate there were boys.

Girls are all delicate. They come here and touch the table and then run away. They think this place is dirty.

But Qin Zhixin didn't care, she would eat the same thing anyway.

Yang Qichao felt that Qin Zhixin had a peculiar heroic spirit, a quality he had never seen in any other girl.

He always felt that Qin Zhixin assumed that she was a man, or even more simply, she might not even regard him, Yang Qichao, as a man.

The day before yesterday, when having dinner at her house, Aunt Tang asked Qin Zhixin if she mistook her for a man. Yang Qichao's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, as if the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for a long time were instantly cleared up.

It is true that no one knows a daughter better than her mother. He felt that all the contradictions in Qin Zhixin were caused by her twisted personality.

She was a bit greedy but not stingy at all, treating when she should, and would curse when spending money but still pay it anyway. This mismatch of innocent yet intellectual, unique contradiction and strange feeling made Yang Qichao always feel that she was not his childhood sweetheart, but a literal "childhood friend", and a mean-spirited one at that.

But Qin Zhixin is not a man after all.

Yang Qichao had noticed more than once that Qin Zhixin seemed absent-minded from time to time, and she always seemed to like talking to herself.

She seemed to have many secrets in her heart, and Yang Qichao wanted to know them, but Yang Qichao could never get into her heart.

She always laughed at everything, sometimes even at herself. She knew that her body had an irresistible attraction to the opposite sex, and she would use this to play little jokes on him from time to time, but Yang Qichao knew that she was a conservative person at heart.

Yang Qichao had never met a truly promiscuous woman in real life, but in this internet age, even the occasional Weibo post would reveal someone updating their "entertainment" diary. These cockroach-like creatures seemed to consider it a great honor to have their privacy known. Their despicable behavior, treating themselves as consumable, like objects, was so despicable that even describing it in words made Yang Qichao feel so filthy that even his phone case would break out in ulcers.

Yang Qichao deliberately slowed down his pace and followed behind Qin Zhixin. He admired Qin Zhixin's graceful back. Everything was perfect and the temptation was just right.

The difference between people is greater than that between people and dogs.

Qin Zhixin was like a golden light, luring the moths that were rushing forward recklessly. Yang Qichao didn't know if he was also one of the moths.

He remembered a dinner reunion with his junior high school classmates. They had agreed in the group to split the bill, but in the end the bill was split equally between the boys. The girls in the class always accepted similar situations with a clear conscience.

Many similar things happened, and Yang Qichao didn't need to remember them deliberately.

Since Yang Qichao was in elementary school, the girls in his class were given preferential treatment. When cleaning, tasks like wiping windows and taking out the trash were simple tasks, but they were considered physical labor and should be done by boys. After the tasks were completed, the girls would come out to grab the credit, as if the boys had not done any work for them.

This kind of thing happened over and over again, strangely and logically, so coincidentally that it happened at the same time.

Yang Qichao felt unfair more than once: why could he gain so many benefits simply by changing his gender? But he would not express his dissatisfaction, because clear cognition itself is a luxury.

It is not only about his own understanding, but also about his understanding of those girls.

Yang Qichao never had any expectations of them, because he had his own muse since he could remember, and his muse was so vivid and now within reach.

When they arrived at the store, Qin Zhixin opened the door and turned back to signal him to hurry up. Yang Qichao couldn't help but laugh. He inexplicably remembered that a gentleman should open the door for a lady, and with a simple smile on his face, he patted Qin Zhixin on the head.

Qin Zhixin was stunned. She turned around and saw Yang Qichao smiling like an idiot, and spoke in a bad mood.

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, I just want to hear if you're feeling down."

"Fuck you!"

Qin Zhixin was so angry that she was about to explode. She lowered her voice, raised her head and looked threatening, and kicked Yang Qichao's shoes. Yang Qichao dodged with a playful smile.

After entering the store, Qin Zhixin took a seat at a table for two and then went out to buy drinks.

When he went to the front desk to queue up, he was still a little distracted, staring blankly at the hand that had just patted her head. He cherished every opportunity to have physical contact with her, and was a little afraid that after graduating from high school, he would never be able to touch her again.

The restaurant was busy at noon, with three or four people still waiting in line to order. One of them looked familiar to Yang Qichao. Most of the people in the restaurant were students from Nanshi High School. Ever since he and Qin Zhixin entered the restaurant, many of them had been staring at her. Even after she left to buy drinks, they kept staring at her from behind.

Yang Qichao felt a little gloomy. He didn't like the way these people coveted Qin Zhixin. Their possessiveness was too obvious, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

When it was his turn, Yang Qichao estimated his appetite and ordered almost all the snacks in the store, as well as two eleven-inch pizzas and four servings of pasta.

Qin Zhixin chose a seat by the window. When he returned to his seat, Qin Zhixin had just walked in from the door, holding two large bottles of iced black tea in her hands.

"Chaozi, what did you order? Did you order chicken wings with rice?"

Qin Zhixin handed him a bottle of drink first, then sat down carelessly. Yang Qichao took the soda without saying a word, just nodded.

"What about the fish and chips? What about the clams and cheese?"

"Yes, I ordered a snack."

"Reliable!"

Qin Zhixin smiled. She twisted the cap off the bottle with great effort, sipping her iced black tea. She pulled out her phone and gestured at something on the screen. The shop was a little dim, and the direct sunlight from the window made Yang Qichao feel a bit blinded by the brightness.

Qin Zhixin looked quiet and gentle when she lowered her head, but Yang Qichao didn't like her outfit today.

Today she was wearing that beige T-shirt. He remembered that she always liked to wear it. Recently, two girls in his class also started wearing the same style and color clothes.

Qin Zhixin's every move not only touched the hearts of the boys, but also made the girls imitate her intentionally.

Sometimes Yang Qichao couldn't help but think maliciously that if he were one of those girls, he wouldn't be so confident as to buy the same clothes as Qin Zhixin. The same clothes looked so alluring on Qin Zhixin, but on them, no secondary sexual characteristics could be seen. Did those girls really think it was the clothes that made them look like that?

Not to mention anything else, just the towering breasts alone are so big that the girls in the class can’t even make them that big even if they buy bra pads.

Yang Qichao considered these cheap, solid-color T-shirts to be consumables that needed replacing every month, much like sanitary napkins. But on her, the look was completely different from on other girls. The same T-shirt with jeans, Qin Zhixin could pull off a sophisticated look, while those clumsy imitators were a vivid demonstration of the saying, "Apparently, the ugly woman imitates the ugly woman."

Yang Qichao's throat moved, and he couldn't help but sigh that it was good to have big breasts and be beautiful, and you would look beautiful in this kind of clothes.

Yang Qichao knew Qin Zhixin's habits well. He didn't think this mediocre, unremarkable T-shirt was her aesthetic preference. He thought she might have liked to wear it simply for convenience—she could just throw it on and go. Or maybe it was just her pajamas, and the lazy girl had simply worn them to go out.

Of course, big doesn’t mean good. It should be big but not sagging, with big ends and thin in the middle. There should be meat where it should be, and thin where it shouldn’t be.

Qin Zhixin's figure was indeed too domineering to be real. Yang Qichao thought of Aunt Tang's figure. Aunt Tang's peach blossoms made her pants bulge out, and they were as round as the sweetest flowers in Xishuangbanna. Her face also looked young, she was completely a young queen, and as tender as a college student. It was impossible to tell that Aunt Tang was the same age as his mother.

Yang Qichao was a little excited. He didn't know why his heart beat faster when he thought of Qin Zhixin sleeping in bed.

Qin Zhixin smiled while looking at her phone, her almond-shaped eyes staring at the screen seemed to be filled with clear autumn water.