After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Qin Zhixin finally saw a real "acquaintance" and changed her expressionless look to a playful smile.

"Hey~ Fatty Fang, you're in the right line, right?"

Fang Qiyun scratched his head. He felt that Qin Zhixin's smile was a bit meaningful, as if she was making fun of him.

"Three thousand meters."

Qin Zhixin was shocked. She turned the roster in her hand to the page of Nanshi High School, found Fang Qiyun, and ticked his name.

"You're so good? Can you run 3,000 meters?"

Qin Zhixin's beautiful eyes swept over Fang Qiyun's protruding belly. The short-sleeved sportswear he wore made him look very tight. She glanced at his calves which had no muscle lines. No matter how she looked at him, he looked like a typical obese tall man who lacked exercise.

"Don't say it, no one in the class signed up, the class monitor just used me to fill in the numbers."

Fang Qiyun smiled bitterly and touched his nose.

"It takes me more than six minutes to run a thousand meters, so I'd be lucky if I could finish three thousand meters."

"Just run a lap for your own good, run half a lap, and then when there are fewer people, just run. No one will care."

Qin Zhixin said nonchalantly, putting this plan on the table in front of a bunch of people. It sounded unreliable, but Fang Qiyun was inexplicably moved. He thought that Qin Zhixin was indeed an angel-like girl, as kind inside and out.

"Okay. I'll just run a few steps later."

Chapter 83 Compassion

After registering on the roster, Qin Zhixin waited for her lunch box at the service desk. She was so bored while waiting that she took out her cell phone to provoke a fight. In the "Chusheng House", "Hunyuan Dachu" posted a perverted news.

"Hunyuan Dachu: Look at your fellow villagers in the old house"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Link——A man from Shandong Province broke into a chicken coop at night and forced eight old hens to death! The whole village was shocked overnight."

"Hunyuan Dachu: You people from Shandong Province are really perverted! I unilaterally declare that all people from Shandong Province are expelled from the Northern Citizenship."

Fang Shicheng might have been busy and didn't see the message, so the animals in the group started to make all kinds of arrangements. But Mu Zigou, who was also from Shandong Province in the group, immediately grabbed Hunyuan Dachu and started to criticize him. Within ten minutes, there were hundreds of messages of them attacking each other's regions.

Laofang is a Shandong native's business, and everyone in the group knows it. When he first joined the group, he was still a big boy from Yasasi. He repeatedly praised how delicious the seafood in his hometown was and recommended it to everyone in the group. But this is a group for showing off, not a group for promoting products.

Qin Zhixin felt that Fang Shicheng's behavior touched upon countless vague taboos in this group chat.

The members of "Touching Sheng House" were all selected by her after screening, maybe unintentionally, maybe intentionally, most of the people she picked were people who had tasted enough gentleman games, and most of them had serious jobs.

The significance of the Internet is to bring together a group of people with similar hobbies in a small circle. Various niche cultures have grown wildly with the help of the Internet, and they have created a large number of "terms" that are only commonly used in small circles.

Some believe the existence of an overdeveloped internet is a mistake. China is so vast that even niche interests can gather in droves online, influencing and restricting each other within this information barrier. Especially in the absence of strict oversight, even the most bizarre and perverse can brazenly say things that would have been outrageous just a decade ago.

Fang Shicheng was not used to it at first, and Qin Zhixin was just sarcastic. Later, when Fang Shicheng recommended Spanish mackerel for sea fishing, "Hunyuan Dachu" posted a video of a fisherman treating the fish he caught as a Fiji monument.

Fang Shicheng was completely defeated at that time, and he scolded Qin Zhixin in the group chat for almost half an hour. Because Qin Zhixin had set a good example, people in the group chat would occasionally post links that were almost as bad as the bottom line.

This is a characteristic of "The House of Beasts": most of the things that spark discussion are bizarre news, and a few are perverted videos. After all, most people just talk big, and those who dare to put their ideas into practice are rare enough. If they dare not only to put them into practice but also to record a video, then the person involved is either drunk or crazy.

Qin Zhixin raised her head vigilantly and looked around. After making sure it was safe, she covered the phone screen with her left hand, opened the file manager with her right hand, and sent out a 270p video that she had treasured.

The video showed several dark-skinned South Asian Sindhu people surrounding a little goat for a full twelve minutes. The goat was already dying, with some of its flesh and blood sticking to its grayish-white dirty wool. Due to the video encoding rate, it looked like a red mosaic, while the Sindhu people were still shouting and laughing, with many of their heads cocked in excitement.

As soon as she posted the video, the people who were still arguing quieted down for a moment, and then another round of verbal criticism against the group leader Hunyuan Dachu quickly began.

Qin Zhixin was so happy watching this, but with so many people present, she didn't dare laugh too wildly and had to hold it in. Suddenly, she sniffed her nose and seemed to smell something, like the aroma of food, so she quickly raised her head.

She saw a teacher from No. 1 Middle School pushing a small cart filled with white boxed lunches. Qin Zhixin instantly perked up, plugging her phone in and sitting down to wait for her lunch. The students in the stands were eating in batches at the cafeteria; only they and the teachers who had been there were given boxed lunches.

Qin Zhixin got the lunch box, a heavy big box, which contained a bottle of juice in addition to the lunch box.

Now she was in no rush to open it. The warmth in her hands alone seemed to soothe her hunger.

The lunch box was packed to the brim with five dishes: four compartments filled with shredded pork with fish-flavor sauce, a large piece of Dongpo pork, stir-fried zucchini, and small river shrimp. There was also a large braised duck leg on top of the rice.

[Wow! This one is really quite generous, even though their schedule isn't very humane.]

Qin Zhixin sighed inwardly, and she suddenly felt a little envious of No. 1 Middle School.

If I had known, she wouldn't have done so well on the high school entrance exam. Nanshi High School always has the same few dishes, and I'm tired of them.

Qin Zhixin smelled the aroma coming from the lunch box and couldn't help but complain silently in her heart.

[You useless thing! You can't even afford to eat here at No. 1 Middle School. How many times can you go upstairs to eat with your little pocket money? You know we eat with the ordinary students, but with how slow you eat, there's probably nothing left by the time you get to the cafeteria.]

The system couldn't help but curse. It had no fondness for No. 1 Middle School's blatant divisive behavior. Qin Zhixin looked around and saw there were more than one kind of lunch box. Glancing at Li Jing's lunch box next to her, Qin Zhixin saw lion's head and fried tofu.

"It's all the same. If it were Nanshi High School, the school would probably just let us go to the cafeteria and eat a few bites on our own. How much difference would that make? System, do you think the cafeteria will be changed after Kong Yucheng arrives at Nanshi High School?"

Qin Zhixin didn't care about the system's bad breath. She broke the disposable chopsticks apart, rubbed the two chopsticks against each other a few times to grind off the tiny wooden splinters on the chopsticks, and then picked up a piece of skin from the Dongpo pork and chewed it carefully.

It's hard to say. School cafeterias are a lucrative business. Even if Kong Yucheng doesn't give the money to a relative, he'll at least give it to a subordinate with leverage, so they can easily share the profits. But with the Nanshi High School incident, public opinion can't be controlled. The worse the high school, the more profitable the cafeteria. In my opinion, Kong Yucheng will probably personally oversee it. It's okay if he messes around at Nanyi Middle School; after all, he's backed by a wealthy family, so things can't get too bad. Nanshi High School is purely financed, so if he messes around, he'll probably get into trouble.

The system analyzed seriously, and Qin Zhixin listened silently.

[But the taste is definitely not as good as Nanshigao. Nanshigao's roast pork is better than this, with fermented bean curd sauce. This one has average ingredients, too much fat, and the sauce is poorly seasoned, too greasy.]

Although Qin Zhixin didn't think the taste was particularly good, she started to pick and choose after just a few bites. She only ate less than a quarter of the full lunch box. Li Jing, who was sitting next to her, also finished the lunch box and half-stood, looking at the dining cart with eager eyes.

He ran to the dining car to check, but came back disappointed when he saw that there were no lunch boxes left. Qin Zhixin saw Li Jing like this and knew that he was not full, so she pushed her lunch box to him.

"Student Li Jing, I still have some left. I only touched the zucchini and Dongpo pork. If you mind, these two dishes..."

"Don't mind! Don't mind, don't mind!"

Before Qin Zhixin could finish, Li Jing came running over happily, holding Qin Zhixin's lunch box, smiling a little sheepishly, and then started eating. In no time, he finished Qin Zhixin's half-full lunch box. The little fat man must have choked after eating, so he took a bottle of electrolyte drink from the box behind him and poured it into his stomach, drinking the whole bottle in one breath.

Qin Zhixin found it funny to see him devouring the food in no time.

"Student Li, didn't you have breakfast?"

"Eat it, but you'll get hungry easily."

Li Jing's face seemed to be burning with fire, and he also had something to ask Qin Zhixin.

"Student Qin, do you not like meat? I see you haven't touched the meat in your lunch box, and you only eat a lot of zucchini."

"How is that possible? I'm not a monk."

"Last time at the restaurant, I saw you didn't have much of an appetite. I simply thought you were trying to lose weight."

"I've been eating, okay? I'm just eating slowly."

Li Jing's eyes were rolling around.

"I met a girl in junior high school who was from the She ethnic group."

"The She tribe? There's a minority group called the She tribe in China?"

"Yes, not many people. There's a lady named She above and a lady named Tian below. They're a Han-Tibetan minority. Her family is Buddhist and they used to do work similar to that of a lama, so they don't eat meat."

"I don't have this problem."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes.

"No, isn't she from an ethnic minority? It's normal for her lifestyle to be different from ours. I had a good chat with her. One time, she showed me a public service announcement. It was about a restaurant where the chef slaughtered a piglet for the customer to eat. You should have seen it. My female classmate said that people are kind and that all things have spirits. If people knew the pain of animals before they die, they would empathize with them."

Li Jing's words were a little clumsy, but Qin Zhixin understood instantly. She'd seen that commercial too, where the chef brought out the pork chops and said they were freshly killed, and the customer vomited on the spot. It was the typical rant of a white, European, American, leftist.

"Freshly killed? That's very fresh. The Dongpo pork in the lunch box is definitely frozen meat, and the taste is pretty average."

"Ah? Isn't this the saying that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen? Everyone has a compassionate heart."

Li Jing hesitated and Qin Zhixin sighed.

"But you still enjoyed your meal, didn't you? Why didn't I see any compassion when you were eating?"

"I'm hungry, right?"

"So you think if an animal died in front of you, you'd stop craving meat?"

"Of course I'd be greedy, but I wouldn't eat that much."

Qin Zhixin glanced at the little fat man and felt that even he himself was guilty about the nonsense he said.

"Humans are humans, and animals are animals. It's impossible for humans to feel guilty about eating animal flesh just because they killed an animal. Even humans who speak different languages ​​and have different customs will mistake each other for animals. Even if they speak the same language, they will still argue endlessly."

“But there are still many people who choose to be vegetarian.”

"That means they're secretly eating meat. If we let these gentlemen eat vegetarian food for a few days out of pity, perhaps they'll all voluntarily become butchers. People will just struggle internally, but then do what they have to do."

Qin Zhixin's tone was deep and Li Jing's eyes widened when he heard it.

"Huh? That's not right."

"Is there something wrong? You and I are in Nanling. Don't you know how many of Nanling's residents are elderly citizens? If killing an animal makes you a vegetarian, then if Chinese soldiers go to Tokyo to visit a Jingguan, will all the people who built the Jingguan become anti-war activists?"

Qin Zhixin's words made Li Jing swallow his saliva, and he even stuttered when he spoke.

"Why did you bring this up? There's a difference between killing people and killing animals."

"What difference does it make? There's no point in actually fighting against it. Even if you truly believe in world unity, that's just empty talk when you're at your weakest. The economy won't always improve. How many years separated World War I and World War II, and how many years have passed since then?"

Qin Zhixin's expression was a little mysterious.

"In Xinjiang right now, many people will tell you that the Adasi were beaten by the re-branded army, but will you care? No matter how many of them die, it won't matter. Maybe some will tremble with sadness, but many more will cheer for their deaths. This is what should be done, and we will get used to it."

Chapter 84: Jianjia Qiushui and Old Friend Reunion

It was early June 2019, and it wasn't even seven in the morning, but Yang Qichao had already been awake in bed for a while. It was exam month, and it had been three years since he'd been admitted to the Computer Science Department at Fudan University in Shanghai.

Yang Qichao maintained his habit of waking up early. Before today, he'd always gotten up at 5:00 sharp, practiced outside, and returned to the dormitory before 7:30, where he could even take a shower. Normally, he just had to get to the library before 8:00. Now that the university library had a reservation system, he no longer had to fight for a seat like he did at the beginning of the semester.

The three people in the dormitory were still asleep. He had been dreaming all night, and he dreamed of Qin Zhixin again.

Yang Qichao was recalling everything in his dream. This stubborn girl buried herself in his arms, mumbling something.

He couldn't remember what was in his dream, it was too vague, but he could remember Qin Zhixin's face, it was so vivid. Even in a dream that should have been illusory, Qin Zhixin was still as beautiful as a blooming rose.

It has been a long time since he last saw Qin Zhixin. Yang Qichao thought to himself, it must have been almost four years?

No, it should be two years.

He transferred schools before finishing his first year of high school and went to a high school in Guangdong Province. He met her again after the college entrance examination.

Yang Qichao was a little dazed. He forgot that he was explaining the situation at that time. It seemed that he was also in a daze at that time.

Qin Zhixin went to Peking Union Medical College. According to her, she doesn't even go home during the winter and summer vacations. Whenever she has free time, she stays in the laboratory and no one knows what she is doing.

But she was still full of dirty talk like before. When she chatted with him, she would either send him porn or harass him with perverted words. Hearing her say that she had used the public Wi-Fi in the lab more than once to download porn and porn, Yang Qichao found it funny even to think about it.

This girl has never grown up. Even though she is twenty years old, she is still like a little girl.

Yang Qichao jumped off the bed carefully, standing firmly and making almost no sound, but he still woke up one of his roommates.

Wang Da was a light sleeper. He blearily glanced at his watch. It was only a little after six-fifty. He smacked his lips, feeling a little more awake, and got up. Wang Da was tall and strong, his calves thicker than a woman's thighs. He got out of bed and stepped on the ladder, making a continuous "creaking, creaking" sound.

Now the two remaining people in the dormitory have also woken up.

"Oh my god, Boss, what's wrong with you today? You're back so early?"

Xie Ziweng was bleary-eyed and a little confused. He checked his phone and confirmed that it was not yet seven o'clock. Normally, Yang Qichao would still be out exercising at this time. Seeing him in the dormitory, he assumed he had finished his exercise.

"I didn't go out. I'm not going to the library today."

Yang Qichao picked and chose in the small wardrobe under the bed, and found the pair of pants that he thought was the most formal and put them on.

"Wang Da, lend me your linen suit. I have a meeting today."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Wang Da, but also Xie Ziweng and Zhang Shichang came to their senses.

"Boss! You're going to meet a girl? You usually wear plaid shirts all year round."

Xie Ziweng rolled over and timidly got out of bed, as if he had discovered a new world. Yang Qichao was shaving in the bathroom at the time, using a cheap two-blade razor he had bought at the school supermarket. After a long while, he finally managed to shave almost completely.

"Yeah, high school classmate."

"Oh my god? Brother Chao! You actually have a girl you like? You didn't even show up at the last social gathering between our dormitory and the pretty girls from the College of Arts."

Wang Da brought out the small suit. He usually wore large sizes, and luckily for him, Yang Qi was able to fit into it because of his muscular body.

Yang Qichao's nearly inverted triangle figure was a perfect match for an open-fronted suit. His pectoral muscles bulged the front of the suit into a bulging arc, and his biceps nearly ripped the sleeves as he raised his arms, stretching the suit fabric taut. Even so, the sleeves were flexed, revealing half of his bronzed forearms. Veins spread from his wrists like vines into the depths of the suit.

"You've never seen anything truly beautiful. Look at my outfit, do you think it's acceptable?"

Yang Qichao asked Zhang Shichang.

Zhang Shichang had a somewhat playboy-like appearance and was quite a playboy. Furthermore, as a Shanghai native and from an A8 family, he was definitely well-off, making him a prime bachelor. During his three years at university, this playboy had five or six girlfriends, whom he would frequently check into hotels with. Fortunately, most of them were from other colleges, so his reputation within his class was quite good.

"Cool! Boss, even when you're naked you look cool!"

Zhang Shichang shrank back with a smile. He was thin and stood next to Yang Qichao like a thin bamboo pole.

Yang Qichao strained his neck and grabbed a mirror from Zhang Shichang's desk. He saw that his reflection still looked a bit immature. He opened his drawer and found a watch box at the back. It was made of hard leather, with the word "BALL" emblazoned in cursive script on the top, literally meaning "ball." Inside was a heavy mechanical watch. Yang Qichao wound it up and checked the time on his phone.