After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

But what about when emotional value is attached to physical value?

After Lin Muya dropped out of school, Gu Xiaoshuang, having earned enough money, stopped. She didn't pursue further pursuits, but instead secured her university diploma. This has always been the way society works. Are brothels supposedly "selling art, not body" really selling anything? They're not just selling sex; they're also providing sufficient emotional value.

She doesn't think she's deceiving herself. While she doesn't deny certain things, she doesn't confirm them either. She thinks what she did was just packaging, and she thinks she's very good at it, especially using stereotypical cultural symbols to increase her "commodity value."

When encountering a fool like Wang Tianzhuo who has an excessive desire to express himself and has enough capital, Gu Xiaoshuang will deliberately play the role of a listener and leave the rest to the other party.

People like Wang Tianzhuo are stupid, but their imagination is also strong enough. As long as she makes a gesture that he doesn't dislike, the other party will automatically regard her as the projection of her inner fantasy in reality.

Chapter 102: Hiding Thoughts

September 27, 2013, the day before the monthly exam of Nanling Experimental High School.

It was still evening self-study time, but the first and second grade classes had already started preparing for setting up the examination room. It was rare for Zhang Wei to stand in the classroom on time during evening self-study.

He first attached the exam seating chart to the blackboard with a magnet. Once everyone had arrived, he distributed exam numbers based on their seats. The exam numbers were essentially strips of printed paper cut into strips, labeled with the name and student ID number of the candidate sitting in that seat. Normally, they were glued to the corners of the tables with glue or a stick for easy inspection by the invigilator.

"Stick the note I gave you in the upper left corner! Don't make the mistake. If you do, write your own and stick it in the upper left corner! Don't act like a jerk and tell me you did something wrong! I'll teach you a lesson! The seats are all on the blackboard. The Chinese language exam will be at 8:30 tomorrow morning. The bell will ring 20 minutes beforehand. Remember to hurry up if you need to poop or pee! Don't take the exam anymore. You can't hold it in any longer if you raise your hand."

Zhang Wei was inexplicably anxious. The teaching and research office of Nanshi High School had just been working overtime with the teaching and research office of No. 1 Middle School in the past few days to re-produce all the math papers for the three grades. In order to prevent any more trouble, they even designed three sets of test papers this time, and all three sets of test papers were printed in advance just in case.

"Hurry up, everyone! Pull out the tables. Put away all the books. There can't be a single piece of paper with writing on it, on the tabletop, in the desk holes, or on the bookcases."

Zhang Wei was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He almost sprained his ankle when he jumped off the podium. At this time, his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and ran outside. Before leaving the classroom, he turned back and called out.

"I emphasize again! Books are not allowed in the table holes. If there's no room, put them in the back. Review on your own tonight. You have a test tomorrow anyway, so check and fill in any gaps you missed."

Qin Zhixin was squatting in front of her desk. After hearing what Zhang Wei said, she raised her little head slightly above the table and took a look. After seeing Zhang Wei leave, she continued to squat and dig in the hole in the table.

[This old guy really loves to yell. It's just a stupid test, right? He's even more nervous than I am.]

She dug through a few novels and a pile of handouts and found a package of unopened but unfinished gummy candies. She had a vague recollection of them; they seemed to have been opened before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Now, a week had passed, and they had dried out and hardened completely. Qin Zhixin curled her lips and slipped the candy back into her bag.

[Look again, see if you can find new treasures. Why are you still hiding this broken thing? It's almost growing hairy, why are you hiding it?]

Not only did the system start to speak in a sarcastic tone, but after hearing Zhang Wei swearing, it also started to spew shit.

He had mentioned cleaning up to Qin Zhixin a long time ago, but this girl was too lazy to do anything. She would always verbally say "yes", but never do it.

[It's just a little dry. You don't have to eat all the candy. Worst case scenario, I can just trade it with Fang Bixian and the others.]

Qin Zhixin didn't mind. Even if she didn't eat the gummy candies, she could still play with them. The dried gummy candies would be harder, almost like rubber, but more resilient. She could carve them with a paper cutter for an entire class. A similar thing was the aluminum foil used to wrap throat lozenges; after flattening it with a ruler, Qin Zhixin could play with it for a long time.

[Ah, yes, yes, yes. When you can catch stray cats from the playground and play with them, dead or alive, you can use them as self-heating Fiji monuments when they're still alive, and even skin them when they're dead.]

Qin Zhixin found the system's sarcastic tone irritating. She continued to dig through the hole in the table and pulled out another bag of black pepper pork jerky. Holding the bag of jerky in her hand, even Qin Zhixin, known for her thick skin, couldn't help but blush slightly.

[Oh my god, my dear Qin Zhixin, look what you found! You are truly born to be a treasure hound.]

The system was still being sarcastic, but Qin Zhixin was about to take an exam and didn't have much interest in arguing with it.

[Unopened, edible. I just think it looks messy, but it makes good use of the space.]

[Ah, right, right, it just looks messy. I hope you have this attitude towards your life, okay? Then when Tang Yuyu asks, "Hey, how did Yang Qichao do so well in the exam? He scored 40 or 50 points higher than you," you can just keep saying, "Yeah, right, right, right." Anyway, just keep saying that your score just looks low, but you can still get into a low-tier 985 university, right?]

Qin Zhixin was so angry that her lips were pouting. She looked at the pork jerky in her hand and tried to tear open the package. But she was too weak to tear it open, and angrily threw the package of jerky into her schoolbag.

【Come, look again! See what else you can find.】

"No! You just love to talk nonsense. You go play online when you have nothing to do. I have an exam tomorrow, so don't mess with my mentality."

[Hey hey~ I'm messing with Qin Zhixin's mentality~ You can even raise cockroaches in the hole in the table, so how can I mess with your mentality? Am I that powerful?]

The system opened its mouth and imitated Qin Zhixin's sarcastic tone.

Qin Zhixin stood up. Her legs felt a little weak after squatting for so long. When she heard the system's threat and thought of the scene of cockroaches crawling out of the hole in the table, she felt goosebumps.

[It hasn't gotten worms yet! Stop yelling! If it does, it's your fault!]

After replying unhappily, Qin Zhixin left her seat after cleaning up the hole on the desk, walked to the exam table on the blackboard and found her exam room number.

"Qin Zhixin—Examination Room Number 11, Seat Number 22."

When Qin Zhixin saw her exam seat, her heart skipped a beat.

Now there was only one night left, and unless it was just minor subjects like physics, chemistry, geography, biology, politics, and history, there was absolutely no way to finish studying Chinese, math, and English. Under the pressure of the deadline, almost everyone was very self-conscious. Ever since Qin Zhixin finished reviewing math, she'd been slumped over the desk, staring blankly at her Chinese handout.

She felt as if the printed words before her were melting and distorting, and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, she couldn't read them. The handouts were compiled by the Nanshi High School Teaching and Research Department and were not allowed to be shared outside. The one Qin Zhixin was reading was a "composition secret book," densely packed with ancient poetry, beautiful sentences, and obscure allusions.

In 2013, fresh and simple life and small happiness were all the rage.

Back then, the favorites were the "Masters of Chinese Literature" of the previous dynasty, and any essay topic that included any kind of whining about postmodern self-perception would earn them a lot of extra points. But Qin Zhixin, after all, had an adult's memory, and these allusions seemed strange to her.

That generation isn't dead yet, so why are you already bragging about this? The era of the Anti-Japanese War, when steel mills were shut down, was full of masters. Steel production wasn't even as high as during the Eastern Han Dynasty. To keep bragging about an era of widespread starvation is a bunch of idiots.

Qin Zhixin was distracted while chatting with the system in a random manner.

"Just getting high scores is enough. Social trends are always changing. I'm sure there'll be another reversal in a few years. Why are you talking about this?"

But it's so strange. I feel like in the past, just getting a bachelor's degree was enough to become a master. I could become a master myself.

Illiteracy was rampant, and even minor disasters wiped out entire villages. The golden age, when schistosomiasis could wipe out entire populations, was truly golden. And you're still a master in the previous dynasty? You'd be nothing more than a concubine, locked in a room and fucked daily.

[Eh, it makes me feel so bad just thinking about it. Don't let me get too caught up in the role.]

Qin Zhixin smacked her lips, stopped reading, and started shaking her legs again.

[Study hard for me, you're always distracted!]

He was so annoyed by this damn girl. She came to bother him just because her phone ran out of battery.

[How could I be distracted! I'm reciting!]

What is the next sentence of "OK, I want to send you a piece of colored paper and a letter"?

[Yeah. I remember!]

Qin Zhixin secretly squinted her eyes and looked for this sentence in the lecture notes.

【Not on this page, turn to the previous page! 】

【Oh. 】

[The next two lines of "The mountains and rivers are all around me, but my thoughts are far away!"]

【Shouldn't it be just one sentence?】

This is a lyric, with all four lines! You fucking deserve to be fucked! The first line of "Flowers drifting out of the city at dusk."

Qin Zhixin didn't know how to do it, and she was getting anxious.

I suggest you practice more common classical Chinese poetry, avoid using awkward and bizarre sentences, and avoid being overly bookish.

The system was amused.

What did you memorize? You just picked up a few random sentences and didn't know anything. How will you do on the test tomorrow?

"Well."

Qin Zhixin shuddered, as if she were thinking about the possibility of failing the test. She sat up straight, held the lecture notes in front of her, and silently memorized them, but before she had even memorized a page, her mind wandered again. Outside, the wind began to blow, whistling sharply through the dry branches, even shaking the windowpanes.

Qin Zhixin put down her handouts and turned to stare blankly out the window. Her incredibly charming features wore a cold expression, her eyes a hint of fatigue, a touch of sadness, and she looked poetic, like a goddess stepping out of a mural. The windowpane reflected her image, especially clear in the pitch-black darkness outside. Under the cool white light, Qin Zhixin's fair skin seemed to glow.

Fang Bixian couldn't concentrate on reading. He stared at Qin Zhixin's back in a daze, almost dazed. He looked at Qin Zhixin's cold and slightly melancholic expression and found her extremely attractive.

Fang Bixian was wary the moment he saw Qin Zhixin. He had always believed that the more beautiful a woman was, the more likely she was to deceive. Especially someone as beautiful as Qin Zhixin, who seemed unreal. If she wanted to deceive someone, it would be too easy. A few casual words would probably be enough to make someone lose their mind.

By chance, Qin Zhixin sat right in front of him, and he could see Qin Zhixin's back every day.

As they chatted and got to know each other, he gradually discovered that Qin Zhixin wasn't as aloof as she appeared, but rather quirky, playful, and carefree. She loved playing games, often staying up late into the night. If she looked particularly tired the next day, it was almost certain she'd been up late playing games again.

She liked looking at all sorts of random things, and he'd even found them offensive when he'd casually glanced at them. She'd put her phone in the hole in the table to read, thinking she was hiding it well, but Fang Bixian saw her as a complete shrew. Her constant alert look was endearing and adorable.

The closer Fang Bixian got to her, the more he felt drawn to her. No matter what state or posture she was in, she was flawlessly beautiful. He had never seen a girl like her, not even in books. But now, looking at her reflection in the windowpane, Fang Bixian felt his heart clench.

What was Qin Zhixin thinking? Why did she look unhappy? Fang Bixian didn't know. He just stared blankly.

Chapter 103: Adding fuel to the fire

The first subject was Chinese. Class 11 of Grade 1 was on the third floor. Qin Zhixin took two black pens and a roll of tape and went to the third floor.

As exams approached, the corridors were bustling and crowded, and it took a while to even get one step down. Qin Zhixin's face was calm and composed, but her palm, gripping the pen, was sweating. She heard someone behind her frantically asking about a line from an ancient poem, and even though she remembered it, she still felt nervous.

[System, I don't know how to recite the ancient Chinese poetry later. Can I still do it?]

[I'll beat your ass to pieces!]

"Well."

Qin Zhixin sniffed. She'd known the System's attitude for a long time, but she still clung to hope. What if, one day, it could become more humane and change its mind? Arriving at the exam room, it wasn't crowded when Qin Zhixin entered. Seat 22 was in the first row of the second column, a position she disliked. With the teacher watching from the front and a group of people watching from behind, it was especially staring at her from the front door, effectively the classroom's "visual center."

People coming in through the front door always see her at first sight, which gives her the illusion of being locked in a cage and being watched.

This was exactly as she expected. The candidates who came in one after another kept glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally when they entered the room.

Qin Zhixin didn't want to pay attention. She took off her watch, fastened the clasp and placed it on the table, staring down at the dial in a daze.

The second bell rang and the test papers began to be distributed.

Qin Zhixin's first reaction upon receiving the test paper was to close her eyes and take a deep breath. She only now began to regret playing games last night. She felt a pang of anxiety.

【Don't feel guilty, just check how much it will be. 】

The system teased that if He had a physical body, He might have the same playful smile on His face as Qin Zhixin's.

Qin Zhixin began to glance over the test paper. When she saw the part about reciting ancient poems, her almond-shaped eyes widened instantly.

[System, you're so kind! Next time, just give me some tips before the exam. Look at this one: I want to send a piece of colored paper and a letter. And this one: The lines before and after "Falling flowers, wind and rain make spring even more sad"! The system asked me three questions yesterday, and tested two! System, you're so kind! Can you tell me what the math test will be this afternoon?]

Qin Zhixin felt happiness coming so suddenly that she immediately wrote down all the sentences the system had asked her yesterday. Although the ancient poetry dictation was only worth three points, it was a "must-know" part of the exam that absolutely could not be lost at Nanshi High School. Losing points here would be very detrimental to her morale.

[I told you to take the test taught by Zhang Wei. If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't have known anything at all. Then you'd cry and cry when you got to this point, and then you wouldn't have the energy to answer the questions afterwards, like a fool.]

"How could I? I'm not like Zhang Wanbai, the type who cries whenever something happens."

Zhang Wanbai has memorized the entire book, so she won't lose any points in this area.

The system is very disdainful.

[System~ You only gave me three points in Chinese, can you give me thirty points in Math~]

[Do you admit that you still failed math this time? ]

"No! The entrance exam is for key classes. I didn't even attend. There are a lot of questions beyond the syllabus. This time it's a unified exam for several schools. No matter how bad I am, I should at least get 120, right?"

"Anyway, if you study hard, I can help you with the college entrance exam. But if you're too bad at it, don't blame me for pretending to be dead when the time comes."

Qin Zhixin chatted haphazardly with the system. Distracted, she'd even made a typo. She tried to cover it with tape, but seeing there was still plenty of space, she simply crossed it out. The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam, and the invigilator reminded everyone to stop writing and collect their papers. She keenly heard someone muttering about the tricky questions, even a faint sob. She wondered if another fragile individual had collapsed from the test.

[Tsk, so useless! Why are you crying?! Crying counts as time, hehe.]

Qin Zhixin got three points for nothing because of the system, and combined with the memory the system gave her, her Chinese was not bad at all. At this moment, she felt like she was talking without any pain in her waist. When she heard others crying, she almost laughed out loud.

【Look at you, you're so proud of yourself.】

Qin Zhixin didn't care about the system's evaluation. She propped her chin up with one hand and nonchalantly twirled her pen. The cheap, one-dollar pen flew through her air. The invigilator was still collecting the papers. No one could leave until he had finished and stuffed them into the file bag. She couldn't leave now, even if she wanted to.

The candidate sitting next to her looked at Qin Zhixin spinning her pen in shock. Perhaps in that person's eyes, the action of "spinning a pen" was not unique to "second-rate people", but at least it was a "dissolute behavior" that only the disobedient boys in the class would do. It was definitely not something that a girl like Qin Zhixin, who was famous for her beauty, should do.

Students could leave only after the teacher had marked all the papers and sealed them. When Qin Zhixin returned to Class 2, Zhang Wei had already arrived. After all, this was a key class, and now that the Chinese exam was over, not many people were still discussing the previous questions. They were all preparing for the afternoon math exam and the evening English exam.

As soon as Qin Zhixin returned to her seat, she found a note stuffed into the hole in the table.

"Classmate Qin, I hope you will be my girlfriend. I am XXX from Class X, I am 180cm tall and 180cm tall, my Penguin ID is XXXXXXXXX, believe me, I am definitely the toughest and most manly person in Nanshi High School."

A suffocating sense of stupidity washed over the text. The person who left the message wasn't the same person who had the admission ticket sitting in her seat. But Qin Zhixin wasn't angry; she was simply amused. Seeing a clown right after the Chinese language exam was rare; it was rare to see someone so humorous just in high school. Qin Zhixin could only say that this kid had a promising future; he was definitely a potential talent for being the subject of online forums.

[This writing is like dog crawling, I can't even tell the difference between 7 and 9. System, do you believe what this thing says?]

The system isn't very interested in messages that border on harassment. Aside from a few instances of genuine self-confidence, most of this content is just smug talk. [What should I believe? This kind of stupid coin will stick around like a dog-skin plaster once you touch it. Don't pay any attention to it.]

[Of course it’s 180! ]

[There are two 180s here, which one are you talking about? ]

[It's about length. Why are you playing dumb? I'm so talented, but I'm barely 180cm tall. Who is this kid trying to fool?]

Although the system is unlikely to give her memories of this, Qin Zhixin is the type of person who can just talk nonsense since she can't remember anything. It's a pity that the person she's bragging about is the person involved.

Even though it was a mechanical voice, the system was shocked by what this idiot said and raised the volume several degrees. [What the hell is this 180 degree thing you said?!]

Qin Zhixin sat upright, her plump, upright breasts resting on the table, slightly spread out, revealing their astonishing softness. Hearing that the system was playing dumb, Qin Zhixin began her usual nonsense.

[Of course it's the length. I measured it myself, and it's definitely 180cm!]

[Do you have Gil? What did you measure? 180, your depth is about 180, you idiot!]

The system was so angry at this bastard that it laughed.