After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Yang Qichao liked this. He thought her quiet appearance was wonderful. She exuded temptation all the time, like a real lady, like a muse. Her pure appearance seemed to be surrounded by a halo.

Unfortunately, Yang Qichao was not blind. He could see Qin Zhixin was browsing the game and immediately saw a picture of Nana. Yang Qichao almost gasped in his chest. He choked on his saliva and coughed. He quickly unscrewed the drink and took a sip.

Chapter 59: Going in opposite directions

Several boys sitting at the table next to Qin Zhixin have been secretly looking at her and pointing at her since she entered the restaurant.

Yang Qichao was furious when he saw them. He was familiar with the boy at that table; he was from the class next door.

He had a vague impression of one of them, Huang Dahai. He always wore pants with lots of zippers and reeked of sweat. During his summer remedial classes, he'd come to Class 4 to pursue a girl, only to be rejected on the spot. Yang Qichao remembered Huang Dahai's reputation as a poor one, with rumors circulating about him, including one about him spraying his lower-bunk roommate's head with his semen while applying glue in the dormitory.

Yang Qichao didn't know whether this story was true or not, but he hated the way the man surnamed Huang looked at Qin Zhixin, so he would rather believe it.

A group of people came into the restaurant one after another. They were all students from Nanshi High School who came to eat after school. There was not a single girl among this group of ten or so people, and the table where Qin Zhixin was sitting was the focus of attention again.

Those intentional or unintentional gazes were like iron slag attracted by a strong magnet, sticking eagerly and greedily to Qin Zhixin's body and face.

Yang Qichao couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, took out a tissue from the tissue box on the table, crumpled it into a strip, grasped it on his middle finger, and tore it apart with force.

The boss first brought up a few snacks, including the fried fish with potato wedges that Qin Zhixin had just mentioned.

The potato wedges are local yellow-heart potatoes, cut into pieces with the skin on, coated with some flour and deep-fried. The fish is the Basa fish fillets commonly found in affordable self-service hot pot restaurants, dipped in batter and deep-fried, then piled on a paper plate with the potato pieces and some cheese sauce squeezed on top.

It's so cheap and rough, it's almost like the food at a street stall, like a middle school boy who hasn't showered for half a week.

But Qin Zhixin didn't mind.

Afraid of the heat, she used several tissues to cushion her hands as she grabbed a potato wedge. After dipping it in some of the cheese sauce that had spilled onto the paper plate, she blew on it before bringing it to her lips, then ate it in small bites. A little white sauce stained the corner of her mouth, but she paid no attention; she was still looking at her phone. Yang Qichao had no idea what she was looking at; from her current angle, the phone screen was backlit, so he couldn't see clearly, but he could clearly see the white cheese sauce at the corner of Qin Zhixin's mouth.

The glossy white cheese sauce made Qin Zhixin's face look as white and tender as carefully carved white jade, but it also made Yang Qichao fantasize more.

Yang Qichao couldn't help but think of some extremely ambiguous images.

After eating the potato wedges, Qin Zhixin picked up a piece of fried fish. Her pink little tongue first licked her rosy lips, licked the residue stuck on her lips, and then seductively hooked it onto the fried fish.

Yang Qichao's hands couldn't help but tremble. He could clearly see her pearly white teeth, each one as glittering and translucent as the finest jewels. Her teeth gently gripped the fried fish, not breaking it, and her extremely seductive tongue teased the cheap piece of fried fish.

Qin Zhixin noticed his overly eager gaze and looked up to see Yang Qichao's face flushed red as a pig's liver, staring at her blankly. Qin Zhixin saw his useless look and gave him a coquettish roll of the eyes.

"Haven't you seen enough?"

Yang Qichao turned his eyes, picked up a piece of fried fish, and swallowed it in one bite.

"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you."

Yang Qichao spoke very sincerely.

"Oh, thank you for your nonsense. I didn't even know I was beautiful. I needed you to remind me."

Qin Zhixin retorted in annoyance and kicked him lightly under the table.

"Don't get angry with me! I'll spoil you."

This restaurant serves food very quickly, and all the dishes were served in less than three minutes. The dishes we ordered were piled up on the table, and the two pizzas alone took up half of the table.

Qin Zhixin plucked a chicken wing from her small food container and nibbled on it carefully. The wing was a frozen white-feathered chicken, the sauce only slightly flavored on the outer layer of skin. The inside was dry and tough. But she ate it with great care, carefully sucking on the two thin bones in the wing. When she was done, she placed the bones parallel to each other on the plate.

Yang Qichao, probably feeling a bit hungry, slurped down half the plate of pasta in one gulp. Qin Zhixin watched with interest. He ate so quickly that Qin Zhixin even suspected he didn't chew at all, as if he stuffed the noodles into his mouth with the intention of biting them off so he could swallow them.

Every time Qin Zhixin saw Yang Qichao eating, she would think of an idiom, "wolfing down food", but what she thought of was always the image of a big-eared sheep digging in the trough.

In Qin Zhixin's mind, the pig face and Yang Qichao's slightly silly black face gradually overlapped, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yang Qichao stopped and looked up at her smiling face. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with his expression, but her smile seemed to have a sinister edge.

"What's wrong with me? Is there sauce on my face?"

Qin Zhixin said nothing, simply bringing her oiled finger close to her lips and licking them gently with her tongue. Her playful expression matched her voluptuous nature, and every moment was filled with allure. Several boys from the class at the next table were all staring, but Qin Zhixin paid them no attention.

At least at this moment, her attention was only on Yang Qichao.

Yang Qichao continued eating. He grabbed another pistol leg, opened and closed his big mouth, bit the bones into pieces, and swallowed it in one gulp. In just a few bites, he finished eating the pistol leg. Qin Zhixin couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

"Chaozi, how long have you been hungry? You look like a refugee."

Qin Zhixin feigned surprise, her tone tender and seductive. Yang Qichao looked up, staring at her lips. The little witch's lips were still slightly glossy, as smooth as a polished ruby, even more delicate and luscious than a rose after rain.

"If you sit across from me, I'll get hungry easily, and when I'm hungry I'll eat."

"Oh? What do you mean? You're blaming me."

"Her virtuous face shone like the sun, her heart pure and at ease. Her eyes were as bright as jade, her eyebrows like emerald green. Her skin was so smooth, her beauty a feast for the eyes. She had a graceful figure, and a charming smile."

Qin Zhixin pursed her lips, picked up a skewer, and slowly and methodically picked at the clam meat. She poked the meat out of the shell but didn't bring it to her mouth, instead piling it into the sauce beside her, as if performing some kind of repetitive decompression action.

"You're talking a lot of words, but the core point is just one: beauty is a feast for the eyes?"

"I'm not used to saying it directly."

"You watch weird stuff every day and become so sour like a woman. Chaozi, just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush with me."

Yang Qichao subconsciously held his breath, not even realizing his brain was lacking in nutrients. He stuffed the remaining chicken leg back into his mouth and mechanically chewed it. Countless thoughts burst forth in his mind like ignited fireworks, shrieking and exploding, like feathers caressing and teasing Yang Qichao's heart valves. He felt his heartbeat was surprisingly chaotic, but the fireworks would only bloom for a moment, leaving behind only the dead silence of the sky.

The chicken was not tasty, it was dry and tough, not even half as good as the braised chicken legs in the cafeteria, but this dry chicken was now as loose as a lump of mud, stuck in his mouth and making his throat swollen.

"No, I just saw the poem. Do you think it has artistic conception?"

Yang Qichao felt his vision blurry for a moment, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"You're such a goofball, so cute."

Qin Zhixin held her chin with one hand and smiled gently.

How could she not see what Yang Qichao was thinking, but she would not say it. Even if Yang Qichao made his thoughts clear, she still would not say it.

She is familiar with many boys. She will joke with them and put down her airs when communicating with them.

Qin Zhixin recalled her "past life" more than once, these superficial memories sealed away in her mind until they were recalled. She remembered that in her previous life, when "he" was in college, he had cheated on his girlfriend with a junior from the literature department and penetrated her from behind on the balcony of a high-end restaurant.

It was her first time, but not "his" first time.

Qin Zhixin could no longer remember how she met her. The little girl was like an automatically refreshed NPC, suddenly appearing in "his" life. When "he" wanted to end this relationship, the girl came to "his" unit with a banner and made trouble.

Qin Zhixin remembered that her schoolmate loved clams, and every time she took her to a seafood restaurant, she would always order some. Every time they went, she liked to pick the clams apart and set them aside on a porcelain plate, then eat them all in one gulp, like eating sunflower seeds.

They were in two different worlds, and she would never see him again anyway. Qin Zhixin smiled gently, as if reminiscing about the past.

That schoolgirl is such a shameless cutie, greedy, stupid, and short-sighted, as if she thinks the innocence that comes to her automatically is some kind of precious treasure.

"He" sent her to a mental hospital in time for comfort, but at least the junior girl left "him" with some happy memories.

Qin Zhixin was systematically taught more than once at a young age that a man's most basic need for a woman is not love, but sex. A woman's most basic need for a man is not love, but having her needs met.

If I were not good-looking, would Yang Qichao have stuck with me? If Yang Qichao was a student with average grades in a second-rate high school, would I have been nice to him?

She knew Yang Qichao liked her, but liking was just liking. Liking has no height, no threshold; it's just an illusion, no more significant than mooncakes on August 16th, and it will never rise to the level of love. Only those with transient blindness would mistake liking for love; this kind of spiritual blindness is a flu contracted through stupidity.

But the good news is that such people will quickly recover their eyesight once they get married.

Qin Zhixin didn't know how to deal with her future. She could forget about it when she was feeling down, but she still had to face herself and make a choice.

"Chaozi, have you thought about what to do in the future?"

Chapter 60 Marionette

Yang Qichao was taken aback by the sudden question. After taking a long breath, he paused before speaking uncertainly.

"National Day holiday? I'm going to Qing Province for a trip. My mom's company pays for us to bring our families to Qing Province for a trip."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes at him, but that face that looked too troublesome looked like she was flirting.

"What are you going to do in Qing Province? To see the desert. I mean, what university do you want to apply to and what major do you want to study? Have you decided on a major yet?"

Qin Zhixin spoke, but did not look at him.

She tilted her head slightly, revealing her perfect and charming profile, her beautiful face like a peach or plum. Her eyes were still on the plate of creamy clams, and she concentrated on picking out the clam meat and setting it aside, as if there was gold in the clam shells.

"I haven't decided yet. I want to study astronomy, and I think I should apply to Nanling University for the astronomy major. I've long felt that the stars have a mysterious allure. Looking up, staring without thinking, it feels like my body is floating up, floating into the universe."

Qin Zhixin had almost finished picking out the clams on the plate and pushed the paper plate between her and Yang Qichao. After hearing Yang Qichao's description, she almost laughed out loud. Yang Qichao felt that she looked as if she was hiding something in her heart, and he couldn't figure it out. He had a strange feeling that maybe his answer to her made her find it so boring that it was humorous.

"How cute! I'll give you some clams as a reward."

Qin Zhixin didn't answer directly. Her gaze met Yang Qichao's, but they both averted their gazes the next second. Yang Qichao felt a little sad. He also felt like a fool for what he had just said, a bunch of nonsense that had nothing to do with June Fourth. His idealism had even amused Qin Zhixin. He rubbed his nose, his hands still stained with grease from the chicken drumstick.

"Qin Zhixin."

"Ok?"

"Tell me, am I too naive to think so?"

"Uh-huh……"

As if examining something, Qin Zhixin rested her hand on her cheek, holding the drink bottle, and absentmindedly took a sip. She picked up a skewer from the table and poked a random clam with it. The clam on the skewer was dragged around on the plate by Qin Zhixin, the tip of the skewer scraping against the paper plate, dragging the poor clam along with it.

"But I think it's okay. Interests and choices don't usually overlap. They're two different things. Just do what you want to do."

"That's a perfunctory answer. It's not what you really mean."

"Then I can choose what you want to hear. What do you want me to say?"

Yang Qichao was stunned. He couldn't say what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Qin Zhixin, "I like you. Let's be together." Then Qin Zhixin would say, "I like you too." Even if she said, "I don't like you that much, but I don't hate you that much either," it wouldn't be sad.

He just wanted to be given charity by her, but he didn't dare to admit that he was an emotional beggar.

"I want you to reject me..." Yang Qichao said, and then felt inexplicably empty. He paused for a moment before continuing, "I want you to affirm me. That's right, I want you to both reject me and affirm me."

"Are you okay? What kind of crazy request is that? Do you want me to give you colorful black?"

Yang Qichao wanted to cry. He didn't know why he felt wronged. Maybe he was not manly enough and shouldn't have read those messy and weird books.

"Yes, I want the colorful black. I want you to deny me, but I want you to affirm me even more."

Yang Qichao spoke with a hint of pleading, desperately wanting an explanation from Qin Zhixin. Qin Zhixin keenly noticed that Yang Qichao's mood was a little off, and she also knew that Yang Qichao definitely didn't want to ask about which university to apply to or what major to choose, but about the future.

"Oh my god~ Chaozi, you're a top student at Nanshi High School. How dare I deny you? I admire you so much!"

"Oh my god, what did you do to him, you little bitch? What did you just say? He's about to cry."

The "system" was chatting with a girl and taking deceptive photos, but then it came back and saw Yang Qichao's girlish, effeminate appearance. It had long been able to remotely control electronic devices. When it had nothing to do, it would trade stocks to make money. When it had some free time, it would harass the pretty girls it met online, often playing for a long time.

A while ago, he exposed a self-proclaimed depressed internet cosplayer as actually depressed. He insulted him so much that he took a photo of a fluoxetine bottle and then deleted his account. The "system" thought he might have fooled him, but he didn't mind. After all, the internet is so vast, there's always something new and interesting to learn.

[I didn't say anything. I was just a little kid with a lot of random thoughts, and I broke down all my defenses by saying all sorts of random things.]

[He's just depressed. Doesn't he have a scholarship? You recommend that he find a clean escort for a couple of thousand bucks. He'll be fine after that.]

"Get lost, you're crazy! His mom knows my mom. If I recommend him and he runs into a chicken with a disease, she'll definitely break my legs if she investigates."

Qin Zhixin was very angry about the random advice given by the "system". The "system" did not reply to her, probably because it went out to play again.

She didn't dare meet Yang Qichao's eyes. She didn't want to see her reflection in his pupils, which would make her feel guilty. Qin Zhixin started to make jokes as usual, trying to use funny jokes to kick the topic away, just like kicking away a dirty stray cat on the side of the road to brush off Yang Qichao's plea, but Yang Qichao didn't want her to just brush it off like that.

"No, I'm serious. Qin Zhixin, I'm really serious."

Qin Zhixin sighed, thought for a moment, and then spoke a long paragraph.

"Then I'll be frank. You're a middle school student who loves reading. You seem to have some bizarre sexual fantasies about the future, as naive as a female warrior wearing three-point armor entering an orc cave. You actually think that because you defeated Fiji by shooting at the sky, you should study astronomy. If you had defeated Fiji by shooting at the ground, wouldn't you have switched to geology?"

"Is it really that stupid?"

"I didn't say stupid."

"You practically told me my idea was stupid."

"I don't have much money after graduating from Tianwen."

"But I'm interested."

Qin Zhixin felt a little annoyed. Even though the man was a high school student, to put it bluntly, he was still pitifully immature.

"It just means you're immature. Signs of maturity include knowing the difference between gains and losses, knowing when to advance and retreat, and being able to distinguish between the big and small. Do you have to invest your future in this if you're interested? If you've really made this choice, just start over. You're a man, and a man's money is his lifeline. Without it, your life hangs by a thread."

Yang Qichao looked at Qin Zhixin's expression.

"You have a mouth. You always have something to say. I never hit Fiji, so don't compare me to those people online."

"I don't believe it. Last week when we were riding in the car, I hugged you and it was obviously swollen. I rubbed it."

Yang Qichao's breath was instantly short. The tip of Qin Zhixin's skewer was still poking at the same piece of clam, which had been twirled around on the plate several times and was already tattered by her. She covered her mouth with her hand, opened her mouth, and took the clam meat stuck on the skewer. The clam meat was not very fatty, slightly fishy, ​​and was definitely frozen. She was familiar with the taste of the sauce: the cream sauce sprinkled on fried fish, a ready-made bottled cream sauce, and it was not certain whether it contained real cream or not.

"I think you touched the wrong thing. You should have touched my phone."

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right. I don't know what a cell phone feels like."

Yang Qichao felt as if his chest had deflated. His feelings of grievance had been swept away by this commotion. He felt like a puppet on Qin Zhixin's strings, wanting to break free yet willingly being controlled. But he also felt much better, as if this was how it should be.