After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Seeing how hard Yang Qichao was tickling, Qin Zhixin couldn't stop laughing, and the pair of giant rabbits on her chest were trembling and sticking tightly to Yang Qichao's back.

Chapter 91: Jianjia Qiushui's radiant gaze

After driving to the airport, Wang Da followed Yang Qichao eagerly. At the airport, the two of them found a pillar to lean against while waiting for Qin Zhixin. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when Qin Zhixin sent Yang Qichao a message saying she had gotten off the plane.

Yang Qichao pushed Wang Da, who was squatting on the ground and crossing his fingers.

"People are coming."

Wang Da wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb from squatting for so long, and he stumbled and fell back to the ground. He twisted his butt and took a long time to stand up. The series of movements was so smooth and ungainly, coupled with his naturally stout figure and the colorful clothes he was wearing, that many people around him looked at them sideways.

Yang Qichao felt a little embarrassed when being stared at by others.

"Why do I feel like you're more nervous than me?"

Seeing Wang Da's miserable state, Yang Qichao's originally nervous mood calmed down a lot, and he even felt a sense of calm for no reason.

"Isn't this just to leave a good impression on my sister-in-law? Brother Chao, what do you think of my outfit? It shouldn't lose any points, right?"

His legs were stinging, but Wang Da didn't care. He brushed the dust off his pants a few times, but it didn't feel enough, so he pulled the wrinkles and tried to smooth them out with his hands.

"If you could eat less and walk more, you wouldn't be so fat."

"But I don't eat as much as you."

"I get as much exercise in a day as you do in a week."

Yang Qichao shared his real-time location with Qin Zhixin, but she didn't reply. He walked to the exit corridor, his hand touching the barrier as he waited quietly. People emerged from the waiting room one by one. Those without checked luggage emerged first, carrying bags or backpacks. Yang Qichao discreetly observed each young woman emerging, but Qin Zhixin was nowhere to be seen.

Yang Qichao was a little dazed. It had been two years since he last saw her. He wondered how Qin Zhixin had been doing these past two years. He heard the air in the capital was dry, and she was so delicate. She must have suffered a lot.

Wang Da's legs, which had been numb from squatting, felt better. He squeezed next to Yang Qichao, held his shoulders and looked inside.

"Brother Chao, I think I saw someone."

Yang Qichao looked where Wang Da pointed and saw a familiar figure, only she was accompanied by a boy. This made his heart inexplicably tighten, and a strange feeling of loss came over him. Yang Qichao closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, calming his expression, and waved to Qin Zhixin. Qin Zhixin also saw him and jogged over.

"Hey, Chaozi, you're actually dressed like a human now."

Qin Zhixin stopped talking as soon as they met. She hasn't changed at all in the past two years.

Yang Qichao looked at the man behind her calmly.

The man was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, wearing a pair of glasses with Segment frames and a short-sleeved shirt. He was slightly bald. He looked cowardly and had the air of a scholar. He carried his suitcase and followed Qin Zhixin slowly.

"Qin Zhixin, who is this?"

"Yi Congwen, my senior, came to Shanghai to borrow your school's equipment for an experiment. Yang Qichao, my senior, was my high school classmate, but he left after only one year."

Qin Zhixin introduced the two to each other, and Yang Qichao subconsciously compared Yi Congwen with himself.

Yi Congwen wasn't as tall as Yang Qichao, and he was much more muscular than Yi Congwen. But it seemed like the trend among girls these days was for the "little fresh meat" look—the kind with fair skin and tender, delicate features. His muscular build might have been a detriment. The clothes across from him were probably his everyday attire, but they looked wrinkled and unkempt, completely devoid of style. He, on the other hand, had found his own outfit in the closet of the sleazy, overweight guy next to him; the fit was pretty good.

In terms of first impression scores, I am much better than this senior Qin Zhixin, but I haven't been by her side for the past two years. Who are the people around her?

Qin Zhixin was so attractive that she was always surrounded by people eager to show off their sexual energy. Yang Qichao suddenly remembered a line he'd seen online: "It's time for my favorite part: the childhood sweetheart who suddenly appears and kills me."

Yang Qichao felt an indescribable tension, a sense of unease that bordered on precariousness. He was no longer the relatively innocent boy he had been in high school, and a multitude of images flashed through his mind.

For example, in the laboratory at night, under the pale light, the empty space is filled with the only sound of the compressor of the ultra-low temperature refrigerator. Any other sound seems particularly empty at night, infinitely amplifying the suspension bridge effect. At this time, if she and a senior are alone in a room, wouldn't that be like a cuckold looking at a mung bean?

For example, on an autumn afternoon by the tree-lined avenue, the sun was dim, the fallen leaves were fluttering, and the light filtered through the gaps between the leaves, dappling the ground and Qin Zhixin's delicate body. She had been alone for a long time, and now she was worried and emotional. At this critical moment, a senior who had long had plans for her appeared, offering her comfort and a solid arm to lean on. After a long time, wouldn't it be like a green bean against a turtle?

Yang Qichao's heart was in turmoil. He had seen a lot of chaos over the years.

Of course, this also reflects part of his fantasy about Qin Zhixin. He hopes to be by her side, not because he is afraid that she will be lonely, but because sometimes when he is lying alone in bed, he hopes to have someone beside him to talk to.

It would be best if this person sleeps in the same bed with him.

"Senior, are you here to do an experiment? Have you completed all the procedures for borrowing the equipment?"

Wang Da shook off the fat on his body and interrupted.

He tried to make himself look more energetic. But the flesh on his body trembled, and the fat on his face trembled with it. Qin Zhixin then noticed the fat man beside Yang Qichao and tilted her head slightly to look at him. A strand of hair brushed across her smooth and plump forehead, falling softly downwards, which blocked Qin Zhixin's view a little.

"Yes, you are?"

"Wang Da! My name is Wang Da! Beautiful, I'm Brother Chao's roommate! Brother Chao and I are usually the closest, and he always tells me everything."

Qin Zhixin also chuckled softly when she heard Wang Da address Yang Qichao as "Brother Chao." Her delicate hand lifted, half covering her rosy red lips, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed in a seductive arc. Her previously drooping hair now brushed against the back of her hand, its jet-black hair complementing her porcelain-white, delicate skin.

"Hello, classmate Wang Da, my name is Qin Zhixin, and this is Yi Congwen. Chaozi, why do people still call you Brother Chao even though you're in college?"

Qin Zhixin gently tucked her hair behind her ears. She leaned forward slightly, turned her head and looked at Yang Qichao, smiling.

As she spoke, she reached behind her head and tied her ponytail back tightly.

The weather was quite hot, so Qin Zhixin wore only a relatively loose T-shirt. As she lifted her arms to lift her hair, she now leaned sideways toward Wang Da. Through her sleeves, he could just see her smooth armpits, also white and delicate like jade. The suddenly rising, majestic mountain foothills in front of her, their perfect curves and smooth texture complemented each other beautifully. It was like the mystery of a half-hidden pipa, the perfect allure of a flawless angle, the allure of a captivating, alluring beauty. Combined with the subtle fragrance of her body, she was truly as eloquent as a flower, as fragrant as jade.

Wang Da's squinting eyes widened, and he quietly swallowed his saliva again. Qin Zhixin is a demon! Just by being close to her, Wang Da felt that his energy was about to leak out.

"If they like to call me that, then that's fine. I've gotten used to it after hearing it so many times. Where are you going next?"

The man behind Qin Zhixin spoke.

"Hello, Yang, my junior and I are going to your affiliated ENT hospital to borrow an electron microscope. I'll go there first to handle the paperwork."

"Actually, it's just him. I don't need it for my project, I just want some travel expenses."

Qin Zhixin added with a smile.

"How long will you be here?"

Yang Qichao calmed down and noticed that Qin Zhixin was closer to him than to Yi Congwen, which gave him a strange sense of victory as if he had won the game.

"It's barely three days. The school has already arranged the round-trip airfare and hotel."

"Sister-in-law! Are you going to the ENT hospital later? I have a car."

After Wang Da finished speaking, he took out the key to his Geely Emgrand car and subconsciously covered the car logo on it.

This sentence made the atmosphere a little cold, and Qin Zhixin was stunned. Then she laughed again, but without any shyness.

"How did I become a sister-in-law?"

Yang Qichao blushed, regretting bringing Wang Da out. Fortunately, Qin Zhixin wasn't the pretentious type, or else he'd have to explain the term "sister-in-law" to her for ages.

"Don't worry about it. They're just like that. Every time a girl comes looking for them, they start to make trouble."

"Hey, Chaozi, every time a girl comes looking for you~"

Qin Zhixin leaned forward, her tone playful and tender, drawing closer to Yang Qichao. Yang Qichao stared closely at her flawless face, a face so flawless it had been so long since he'd seen it, and even though he'd been accustomed to it, he was still taken aback. The closer he got to this enchanting beauty, the more he could smell her rich fragrance. Yang Qichao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but her sweet scent was like a playful little hand, caressing and teasing the most impulsive part of his soul.

"These are all serious matters. I'm the branch secretary, and I have a lot of materials to hand over to the class."

"I didn't say I doubted you. You look so stupid and wooden, and you can't say sweet things. It's a wonder you can attract any girl."

"Student Qin, I was wrong just now. There aren't many girls in the class. Aren't computer science majors just for men? There are over 300 people in the entire grade, but there are less than 20 girls. And they look so androgynous."

Wang Da realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurried to make amends.

"Okay, I don't doubt him."

Qin Zhixin waved her hand.

"He was like this in high school. Back then, whenever girls in class approached him, he would just ignore them."

Wang Da smiled sullenly.

"Brother Chao is like this, very manly."

Chapter 92 Free Aesthetics

Qin Zhixin said she would treat Yang Qichao to a meal, this was a return treat. Last time he treated her to pizza, this time she treated Yang Qichao to hotpot.

In this regard, the male memory given to her by the system did have a great influence on her. After all, Qin Zhixin thought she had seen the world and was too lazy to calculate small favors such as the cost of a few meals, let alone let herself feel at ease and ask boys to treat her to a meal.

It was 2013, and men in China's major cities were still at least a decade away from becoming "de-responsible." Qin Zhixin saw those petty-bourgeois urban "independent women" online who constantly clamored about GHG as being worse than monkeys.

This is a peculiar role-playing game, just like the middle-class interests depicted in "Style": it is necessary to seize the moral high ground while maintaining class barriers.

Some "new-age independent women" who are keen on typing on keyboards in coffee shops in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou may suddenly awaken their "independent consciousness" when they are paying the bill.

With the frequent occurrence of the absurd drama of a boy being witch-hunted online after being posted on Weibo for asking for AA, the GHG's tiger-skin banner has long been soaked in the sour smell of latte. While fiercely protecting their own interests, they also attack any possible offense like rabid dogs.

In the final analysis, it is a business of atonement. Those who shout the loudest about being the "heroine" are almost all born into middle-class urban families.

They've sculpted peasant women in the mountains of western Hunan, and girls barred from the table in Chaoshan ancestral halls, into specimens, mounting them as exhibitions of suffering on social media. In particular, the "radical female" KOLs, drawn from the South Korean movement's focus on women's rights, denounce "marriage donkeys" while simultaneously glorifying the multi-million-yuan betrothal gifts they've heard about a cousin as "traditional wisdom." After all, this is the real business of the trade: turning gender issues into a traffic futures market and profiting from it is the primary pursuit of these KOLs peddling indulgences.

The true black humor lies in the fact that while Dongguan women workers on the assembly line fight for maternity leave, while left-behind women campaign for land rights, these urban beauties, portraying themselves as "independent women," are busy accusing men of "aggression" on the subway. Their compassion for the "common fate of all women" so precisely avoids the damp, handshake-like buildings of urban villages, just as the glass curtain walls of SKP malls can never reflect the coarse clothes drying in the urban villages. The feminist narratives of different spaces are ultimately separated by an impenetrable metal barrier.

The name of the small hot pot restaurant is "Guo Guo Xiang". Qin Zhixin only found out about this restaurant after seeing a recommendation post on "Touch +". According to the poster, it is very cost-effective. Although the appearance may be ordinary, it is fresh enough, and there are free fried chicken and fried crispy pork.

The poster is a Shanghai native, a relocated household. Unemployed but unable to find time, he often travels, explores restaurants, and writes about them on Chushou+. He eats at everything from private restaurants costing over a thousand yuan a meal to construction site lunches as cheap as six yuan. His restaurant-exploring posts seem unconventional amidst the stream of posts like "Touch friends, I've been cheated on" and "XXX's social security is really too high."

Because he updates frequently, with posts about new stores almost every day, he has nearly 2,000 followers on "Touch+", making him a "KOL" in a sense.

Qin Zhixin remembered the approximate direction. "Guoguoxiang" was on Yuqing North Road, so she sat on the back of the bicycle and gave directions to Yang Qichao.

When he arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Yang Qichao saw the sign of the small hot pot restaurant and couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't tell me you're really going to eat moths? I really don't dare to eat them."

Yang Qichao was a little uncertain and asked Qin Zhixin in the back seat.

"What? This is a small hot pot with all kinds of meatballs, chicken and duck rolls, etc. How can I sell moths? I will lose a lot of money."

Qin Zhixin glanced at the hot pot restaurant sign and was speechless when she saw a cartoon katydid with its thumbs up. She knew Yang Qichao must have misunderstood, thinking the katydid on the sign was a shop selling insects.

Qin Zhixin couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Guagua, it's just a homonym. The average person in this shop is only 40 bucks a week, how could they be willing to give it to a moth? He's always thinking about good things."

"Oh, all right."

Qin Zhixin poked Yang Qichao's back with a slender jade finger, and the slight itch made him unable to help but straighten his back.

"Stop it, I'm driving. If you fall, you'll cry."

"Hehe, do you really want to eat bugs? Why do I feel like you sound a little lost?"

Qin Zhixin teased and ridiculed him, but Yang Qichao didn't get angry.

"As if you dare to eat bugs? You dare to satisfy your craving with me. If I really let you eat it, you will vomit faster than anyone else."

Yang Qichao grumbled, having long seen through Qin Zhixin's stubborn nature. He couldn't help but think of the recently popular online term "tsundere." While it originally referred to someone who adopted a tough, arrogant, and hypocritical attitude to mask shyness, Yang Qichao subconsciously thought of Qin Zhixin.

Was she ever shy around him?

It seems not.

Two years ago, she even dragged him to watch an action movie just to see his awkward expression. Even now, she still sends him strange magnetic links from time to time.

Is Qin Zhixin shy?

It seems not. This girl seemed to have made sure that he wouldn't dare to do anything to her, so she teased him unscrupulously.

But she is indeed two-faced.

She was clearly as timid as a mouse, even if she was scared to the point of being unable to sleep at night, she would still listen to ghost stories. She was clearly more heartless than anyone else, yet she appeared to be full of affection. She barged into other people's hearts so savagely, unscrupulously enjoying their pleading gazes.

At the store entrance, Qin Zhixin got out of the car while Yang Qichao parked it. As he locked the bike, Qin Zhixin kicked the stones on the ground out of boredom. She couldn't help but grumble when she saw Yang Qichao not only pulled out the car keys but also inserted the lock from his bicycle into the wheel.

"Hurry up, that lousy lock takes you forever every time. You have an electric bike now, why are you still using your old bike lock?"

Qin Zhixin kicked the small stones on the ground under the tree next to her, and seeing that Yang Qichao was still squatting, she urged him.

"It's only been a few seconds. Done."

"It's definitely more than a few seconds! You're so slow."

Qin Zhixin turned and walked back into the store, leaving Yang Qichao with the back of her head. Once inside, she went to pay. The store charged 42 yuan per person, plus a ten-yuan deposit. She chose a tomato hot pot base, received her seat number, and sat down. She asked the waiter for a charger to quickly top up her nearly dead phone.

Qin Zhixin saw that the phone was turned on. She held the phone in her hands, her fingers constantly swiping across the screen, her eyes fixed on the screen, looking like a girl addicted to the internet.

"Chaochao, go get the food, but remember to bring it to me. Just sesame sauce with a little cilantro and vinegar for the dipping sauce."

Qin Zhixin was busy scrolling through the online chats when Yang Qichao brought over several large plates of food. She ate while she browsed. She didn't eat much, feeling full before she'd even finished half a plate. She slowly sipped the provided bottle of generic iced black tea. Now she wasn't scrolling; she was counting how many plates Yang Qichao could finish.

Yang Qichao dumped a large plate of meat rolls into the pot. Once the meat had completely changed color, he scooped it out with a slotted spoon and poured it into a dipping sauce dish. He stirred it a few times and then placed it on an empty plate. He finished the entire plateful of meat rolls in just two bites. Qin Zhixin glanced at him. This appetite was a normal sign for this guy. She jumped over Yang Qichao, who was still gorging himself, and looked outside. On her way here, she had noticed a storefront on the corner that was undergoing renovations.

She had noticed the store when she kicked the stone just after getting off the car. It was surrounded by a layer of pink boards with a cartoon image of a fat woman as "Snorlax" on it. Next to it was a series of words mixed in English and Chinese. The largest word was "FREEGIRL". When it was placed next to "Snorlax", Qin Zhixin inexplicably thought of the Fiji Cup advertisement she designed.

It seems that the design elements and layout are similar.

"Hey, stop eating. Look at that one, the pink one."

Qin Zhixin unceremoniously kicked Yang Qichao under the table, but didn't use much force. Yang Qichao looked up blankly, following the direction Qin Zhixin pointed.