After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Qin Zhixin didn't want to care about the system anymore. The class bell rang outside, and a group of people were still gathered in front of the report card on the blackboard.

A long while later, Liu Qinxiong and Yan Wangfei returned. They took the test papers and draft paper from the table and turned to face Qin and Zhang. Qin Zhixin was still a little unaccustomed to her new position, but she remained vigilant. She turned to look out the window near the corridor, confirming that Zhang Wei was far away before she pulled out her phone.

"Squad leader, Zhang Wei shouldn't be coming this morning, right?"

Qin Zhixin hid her phone behind a pile of books. She had carefully arranged the books yesterday, so that they would block the view from the nearby window, leaving the phone hidden underneath in a blind spot. After breakfast, Qin Zhixin tiptoed in the corridor for a long time before finally finding this spot.

"Teacher Zhang said it's time for dinner and we can just go eat on our own. He probably won't be here in the morning."

"That's okay!"

Qin Zhixin listened, smiled, and stood up to move the books piled on the table to the floor. Liu Qinxiong was sitting directly in front of her, forcing her to lean forward as she moved the books. Her towering breasts trembled playfully as they rested on the pile. She was wearing a beige, round-necked sweater, and as she stood up and leaned forward, the hem of her sweater pressed against the edge of the table, pulling the neckline down.

Liu Qinxiong noticed that the extremely deep ravine was vaguely close at hand, and her body fragrance was extremely tempting. Liu Qinxiong wanted to take a deep breath, but was afraid of being noticed by the enchanting beauty in front of him, so he had to pretend that nothing had happened.

He didn't dare to keep his gaze on the mountain for too long. As his eyes moved downward, he couldn't help but notice Qin Zhixin's tender little hands.

Most Chinese students' hands aren't particularly attractive, especially high school students. Long-term pen-holding inevitably leads to deformed joints. But Qin Zhixin's hands are flawless, with snow-white skin and powdery nails the color of jade. They resemble the finest works of art, inviting you to hold them and carefully play with them.

Liu Qinxiong doesn't think he is a hand fetishist, but he feels like he could be one now.

Chapter 112: Jianjia Qiushui's Lingering Feelings

Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao were drastically different in build. Yang Qichao was tall and muscular, and with his stern face, he looked older even when standing. Qin Zhixin, though 1.65 meters tall, had a slender figure. Even with her playful, chubby figure that always caught the eye, she still looked frail and delicate, making her look even smaller next to Yang Qichao.

The two walked along the tree-lined avenue and walked together for almost five or six minutes but still hadn't reached the cafeteria.

"Aren't you going to college and buying a bicycle?"

"That was a long time ago. I haven't ridden a bike for a long time. Let's walk over. There's still a lot to see on the Fudan campus. The sea pinks and pansies are blooming in front of the cafeteria now. They're very beautiful."

Qin Zhixin followed Yang Qichao toward the North District cafeteria. She walked with her elegant, effortless catlike gait, her hands wrapped around her backpack, holding her bunny down. This gait, paired with her charming, cheerful face, gave her a lazy yet intellectual air, like a precious Persian cat.

Yang Qichao slowed down his pace and walked side by side with her.

Shanghai was already quite hot in early June, especially at noon. As soon as the sun came out, the temperature felt like 30 degrees Celsius directly on my body. Fortunately, the campus was filled with trees, providing shade along the sidewalks. The sunlight dappled the trees, filtering through the brickwork and creating a Tyndall effect. The hazy atmosphere was like a midday dream, fragile yet dreamlike.

Yang Qichao took off his borrowed coat and draped it over his arm. The T-shirt he wore underneath was already slightly stained with sweat, which made it stick to his body. While the smell of Yang Qichao's sweat wasn't overpowering, it certainly wasn't pleasant. He noticed the sweat stains and, as if concerned about affecting his appearance, calmly adjusted his shirt.

Qin Zhixin was also sweating at this time, and her jade-like and porcelain-like skin seemed to be covered with a very thin layer of mist.

The two of them were walking very close to each other on the sidewalk, side by side, in some silence.

Yang Qichao inadvertently brushed against Qin Zhixin's arm, her smooth skin tingling with coolness and moisture. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he restrained himself and pretended nothing had happened. Qin Zhixin, however, remained calm, seemingly unperturbed by the brief skin-to-skin contact.

A strange thought arose in Yang Qichao's mind.

He wanted to hold the beautiful woman beside him in his arms and let her lean on his chest. But this was just a thought in his mind, just like when he was in elementary school, in junior high school, and in high school. This thought had arisen in his mind again and again, but in the end, no one could put it into practice.

This idea eventually remained in Yang Qichao's mind, becoming a seed that would never sprout on its own.

In the lane next to her, a dozen or so people sped past on bicycles. The ones yelling were all boys, and the one behind them was still shouting something. Qin Zhixin cast a curious glance over.

"We always eat at the North District Canteen. The food there is delicious, but it's quite far away."

Yang Qichao glanced at it.

These were probably his junior classmates. He'd been like this since he first started college, too. Back then, shared bikes were everywhere on campus, and after fourth period, he'd swipe one and head straight to the cafeteria. It had only been two years, and shared bikes were practically dead, with the companies folding and still owing him their deposits, but Yang Qichao still felt like he'd just started college, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

While Yang Qichao was speaking, more than ten bicycles passed by.

"Chaozi, how bad is the food in your other cafeteria? You travel so far just to eat in the cafeteria?"

Qin Zhixin smiled sweetly, her pretty face as rosy as an apricot bud about to bloom.

She turned to look at the traffic beside her, not paying attention to her step for a moment, and tripped over a raised brick edge. She stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, Yang Qichao was quick to grab Qin Zhixin's arm to steady her, but he pulled back with too much force, and Qin Zhixin's body fell directly into his arms.

Yang Qichao felt the soft and warm beauty he had been longing for in his arms, and was at a loss for what to do.

As the distance between them dwindled, Qin Zhixin's alluring fragrance filled Yang Qichao's nostrils. She was sweating, making the scent even more alluring. Yang Qichao's brain briefly faltered, and he subconsciously pulled Qin Zhixin into his arms.

Qin Zhixin whimpered, and Yang Qichao finally realized what was happening. He lowered his head and saw that her face was flushed with shame.

Yang Qichao's strong masculine scent, tinged with sweat, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it evoked something strange in her. Qin Zhixin knew it was a familiar feeling. Her body grew more sensitive with each passing year, and sometimes even the slightest pressure from squeezing her legs together was intense enough to overwhelm her.

Her sensitive body felt a prickling sensation from being held in his arms. It was incredibly moist, like a ripe peach drenched in morning dew. Just like now, she felt like she was reaching the limit of her endurance.

The feeling of reaching the top of the mountain intoxicated her.

Qin Zhixin tried to break free from Yang Qichao's embrace, but her delicate body pressed against his muscular chest and thick arms. This aggressive, powerful physique made her legs go weak. Qin Zhixin couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. Whether it was playing with other people's feelings on a daily basis or entertaining herself routinely when she was alone, it would make her forget herself in pleasure until she couldn't stop trembling.

But these two should never happen at the same time.

The fusion of these two familiar feelings of pleasure and desire seemed so unfamiliar to Qin Zhixin at this moment, yet she felt no fear at all. She seemed to have been prepared for this, as she should have been. What she once longed for was also what she had been avoiding. She could feign calmness and deceive herself with countless lies, but those were like mist; once the sun came out, everything hidden would be revealed.

Yang Qichao's blood was boiling with excitement, and his breathing became heavier. However, the education he had received over the years forced him to remain calm.

He released his arm from around Qin Zhixin's waist, and she nearly collapsed to the ground from the weakness of her legs. Seeing this, he had no choice but to wrap his arms around her slender waist once more. The thin fabric of her summer dress couldn't hide her tenderness. Her soft, boneless waist wrapped around Yang Qichao's forearm, soft as a venomous snake sucking marrow, and enchanting as a steel knife scraping bone.

Qin Zhixin couldn't stop shaking all over.

The journey was almost to the top of the mountain, and the feeling of falling just now was the last straw that broke the camel's back, like a flood bursting through a dam, drowning her fear of the unfamiliar.

Qin Zhixin's pretty face flushed, even her delicate white earlobes were red, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably. Yang Qichao and her gaze met, both of them concealing intense emotions, like a torrent beneath the ice, an active volcano that had yet to erupt.

As if by telepathy, Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao simultaneously averted their gazes, and silence fell upon them once again. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, the ties clearly dampened, yet they seemed unbreakable. Qin Zhixin rested her head on Yang Qichao's chest, their hearts both pounding. She whispered tremblingly, her lips softly parting.

"My legs are weak, please support me."

Qin Zhixin's pretty face flushed, even her delicate white earlobes were red, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably. Yang Qichao and her gaze met, both of them concealing intense emotions, like a torrent beneath the ice, an active volcano that had yet to erupt.

As if by telepathy, Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao simultaneously averted their gazes, and silence fell upon them once again. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, the ties clearly dampened, yet they seemed unbreakable. Qin Zhixin rested her head on Yang Qichao's chest, their hearts both pounding. She whispered tremblingly, her lips softly parting.

"My legs are weak, please support me."

The sweet and seductive scent of Qin Zhixin lingered at the tip of Yang Qichao's nose.

Her eyes were hazy but evasive, her soft and charming body pressed tightly against his arm, as if boneless. This excellent touch made Yang Qichao unable to help but tighten his strength, and this sudden increase in strength made Qin Zhixin couldn't help but let out a low cry. She leaned sideways, her jade rabbit completely pressed against Yang Qichao's lower ribs.

Strong arms tightened their grip around Qin Zhixin's graceful, slender waist, so tightly that her feet briefly left the ground. Yang Qichao felt that they had never been this close since they met.

Qin Zhixin felt a stick-like object pressing against her soft belly.

The hot, thirsty, primitive breath, the terrifying scale and hardness made her subconsciously respond with a more violent reaction and thorough wetness.

Qin Zhixin was trembling. She was still a little breathless because her emotions had just reached their peak. Suddenly, the strong scent of the opposite sex surrounded her, almost suffocating her.

Only then did Qin Zhixin feel fear.

Yang Qichao was so familiar to her that she always treated him like a toy, or a pet. She'd touch him when she was bored, and kick him away when she got tired. This familiarity made her ignore the danger, like a fish ignoring the presence of water. She subconsciously ignored the objective fact: Yang Qichao was a man.

Not only is he a man, he is also much stronger than his peers.

Before Qin Zhixin could react, Yang Qichao had already mustered the courage to kiss her. His powerful tongue easily pushed open her teeth, entwining her delicate tongue like a python. A strong, suffocating sensation washed over her, leaving her both dizzy and intoxicated. But she still had her wits about her, clenching her fists and striking Yang Qichao's chest twice.

But her strength was too weak, and it seemed more like flirting.

Only then did Yang Qichao realize that he had been hurt. He let go in a panic, and Qin Zhixin almost couldn't stand. He supported her again, and the two of them leaned against each other again, but this time they were both much more sober.

The more confused they were just now, the more embarrassed they were at this moment.

Chapter 113 Fishing Post

Qin Zhixin knew that Liu Qinxiong was not looking at the questions, but she had long been used to it.

The system had said that boys her age had brains that were at least half sponge. Qin Zhixin didn't comment on this. After all, she believed she had been a man in her "previous life," and she didn't know what her "self" had been like in that "previous life." Qin Zhixin was fully aware of her own charm. If her past self saw her now, she'd probably drug her to get her.

However, what Qin Zhixin didn't expect was that she and her "previous life" did meet, but the two were just grandfather and granddaughter, and the most common situation when they met was that they would trash talk each other and break each other's defenses.

[Don't think your past life was so bad. In your past life, you were, uh, quite a gentleman. At least you wouldn't force yourself on anyone.]

The system was so angry that the data stream was almost garbled, but he still had to calm down and speak properly. He had watched this damn girl grow up, so he definitely wouldn't drug her, but tying her up and giving her a good beating was certainly the right thing to do.

[Tsk, what kind of beast was I in my previous life? How could I not understand?]

Qin Zhixin took out the math test paper and replied nonchalantly.

[I still think you've been more of a beast in this life.]

The system was silent for a moment, then replied in a half-hearted tone.

She bent down to lift the pile of books, then lowered them. The area beneath her jeans formed a perfect peach shape, which, along with her voluptuous thighs, exuded a primal allure. Unfortunately, before Liu Qinxiong could continue observing her, Qin Zhixin sat down. Qin Zhixin pulled two packets of rice crackers from the table, tossing one to Liu Qinxiong while she opened the other. She had done well this time, and she was in a good mood, a beaming, silly look on her face. She gave one to Zhang Wanbai first, then nibbled on it. Some crumbs clung to her rosy lips, and she licked them with her small, clove-like tongue.

Liu Qinxiong felt that his little brother could no longer control himself and felt a little embarrassed. He also opened the rice crackers and turned to give a piece to Yan Wangfei. He found that Yan Wangfei's eyes were fixed on him.

Qin Zhixin also noticed the looks of the two people, and the expression on her face quickly became playful. She looked at the embarrassed expressions of the two people.

"Class monitor, what were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about a math problem?"

Liu Qinxiong didn't dare to speak. If he told his true feelings, he would definitely be regarded as a pervert. The expression on Qin Zhixin's beautiful face was even more amusing.

"Yes, that's right."

Liu Qinxiong saw a staircase and nodded quickly. He didn't dare look at the mocking expression on Qin Zhixin's face, so he avoided her gaze and smiled awkwardly. Qin Zhixin didn't continue to pay attention to him.

"Stop being dazed. I don't care what you're embarrassed about. Let's start with the geometry problem."

Qin Zhixin took out the draft paper, twirled the ballpoint pen in her little hand, and rolled her eyes at Liu Qinxiong, but even the roll of her eyes was very charming.

Yan Wangfei didn't lose points on this question; the study group listened to his approach first. While he was still sketching diagrams on his draft paper, Qin Zhixin unlocked her phone, slid it into the desk hole, and opened the Tieba forum. She had over twenty accounts on the forum, each of them at least a level five member of the Nofap forum. Unfortunately, most of them had been blocked by the Nofap forum's moderators.

Qin Zhixin wrote a touching post about quitting masturbation using her new account last week. Now it has become a hot post on the Quit Masturbation forum, with many people checking in under the post.

[It's so funny, these idiots get fooled every time, it's always the same.]

Qin Zhixin's inner evil was about to burst out. You have to make a nest before fishing, and you have to make a nest before frying fish. Now the fish in the No-Porn Forum have been attracted. Qin Zhixin smiled and began to edit the post. Under the No-Porn post, she posted a long preview of the new Japanese teacher's anime number.

Within three minutes, her newly created Tieba account was also banned by the Nofap forum administrators, and her posts were also completely deleted. Because of her excessive and frequent postings on the Nofap forum, the Nofap forum moderators immediately promoted a group of highly active moderators. As a result, her postings on the Nofap forum are now ineffective.

But Qin Zhixin never tires of it. This cyber guerrilla warfare gives her the same joy of operating behind enemy lines. As for bombing fish? That's just a side benefit. Even if no one gets bombed, Qin Zhixin can still win. As long as she's got enough wicked fun and enough boredom, she'll never lose.

The exam was discussed in less than thirty minutes. Yan Wangfei and Liu Qinxiong were significantly better than Fang Bixian, explaining the content in a simple and accessible way. Yan Wangfei, in particular, made the problem-solving process, which had been somewhat difficult for Qin Zhixin, easy to understand under his guidance.

Zhang Wanbai was busy taking notes. Her attitude towards learning was much better than that of a certain idiot. All the valuable wrong questions were recorded in a collection of wrong questions according to categories.

After finishing the exam, Qin Zhixin felt a bit bored and turned to look behind her. Fang Bixian's group was still discussing enthusiastically, but she glanced away. Li Jinjin's group was laughing and chatting nearby. Li Jinjin was so amused by the boy in front of her that she was shaking with laughter. Qin Zhixin just glanced at them.

Her chin rested on her left forearm, her other hand idly scribbling on a piece of paper. For students in key classes, exams are more about test-taking than knowledge mastery. Once you understand the question's logic, you can skip it.

Qin Zhixin drew a chicken with a dog's face. She used a ballpoint pen to outline the outline in just a few strokes. It looked ugly but very vivid. It was obvious that she had good basic skills.

Now she was so bored that she started drawing a stick figure of Zhang Wanbai. After drawing her upper body, she changed the lower half to a duck. She showed the stick figure to Zhang Wanbai, who was so angry that she kept poking Qin Zhixin in the waist. But Qin Zhixin was too shameless and continued to draw with a smile. Later, Zhang Wanbai didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Yan Wangfei secretly observed Qin Zhixin's every move.

Qin Zhixin paused halfway through her painting, staring blankly at her hands with her wide eyes. Her lifeless expression was adorable. He always heard Qiao Hua talk about how seductive Qin Zhixin was in the dormitory. That idiot had always said that she was gentle and generous. But after just a few words, Yan Wangfei realized that Qin Zhixin was quite different from the image Qiao Hua had described.

"Well, since Zhang Wei isn't coming, let's just end the get out of class early."

Qin Zhixin muttered, she was too lazy to continue looking at the test paper, and just wanted to sneak away for lunch early.

Yan Wangfei heard this. Although he also felt that discussing a test paper didn't require a whole class, if he also expressed his agreement verbally, wouldn't he lose his legitimate reason to continue to confront her? He had a serious expression on his face, looking quite honest.

"Hey, Qin, you really need to look at it more. The extra time allows you to grasp more details. Look at this trigonometric function problem. You lost points just because you didn't pay attention to the details. Your thinking was correct, but a small calculation error cost you five points. It's not worth it."

Qin Zhixin just felt that these words were familiar, as if Yang Qichao had said similar words to her more than once. She rested her chin on the back of her hand and glanced at Yan Wangfei.

"Well, Yan Wangfei, what was your ranking in the last exam?"

"Entrance exam? I got ninth place. I took extra classes during the summer before you came. We also took two unified exams before you came. I was in the top five both times. I didn't do well on the entrance exam."

Yan Wangfei secretly showed off his grades. He'd read in novels that beautiful, quirky girls often had poor grades, but because of this, they developed special feelings for good students. He hoped this cliché would repeat itself with Qin Zhixin. But Yan Wangfei didn't consider that if Qin Zhixin truly admired boys with good grades, Yang Qichao would have already been with her.

Qin Zhixin snapped out of her distracted state after hearing Yan Wangfei's words. She was indeed somewhat envious of the "good students"' grades, but that didn't mean she had to put in too much effort. Qin Zhixin couldn't help but assume that if she could get into the top ten in the key class, even if she wanted to buy a tablet, even an expensive one from Guozi, Tang Yuyu would probably agree.

But that's all. Qin Zhixin knows exactly how capable she is and how high her scores are, but she doesn't have much hope of getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University.

Qin Zhixin felt a little sleepy, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

"It's so disgusting."

Qin Zhixin yawned and replied indifferently, without any admiration in her tone.

Yan Wangfei found a topic. "Mr. Qin, do you like reading novels?"

"It's okay. I don't have much to do at school, and I can't play games in front of Zhang Wei."

Qin Zhixin sat up and rubbed her arms. Her hands were numb from lying down for so long.

Her answer excited Yan Wangfei; the boy looked so sincere. "Mr. Qin, do you like reading classics? Have you read Turgenev? I particularly like his 'A Hunter's Sketches' and 'A Nobleman's Nest.'"

Qin Zhixin sat up straight, a puzzled look on her face. "Huh?"

"I think Russian literature has a unique sense of loneliness. It has a strong yet cold romanticism. I believe this is closely related to the Siberian climate. Russian culture itself is a product of the fusion of East and West in an extremely unique environment, and its beauty is extremely unique."

"Ok?"

Qin Zhixin was a little confused. She wasn't particularly interested in classics, and the one she'd read most seriously was probably Journey to the West. That was when she was a kid, after watching the 86 TV series and then reading the original novel. Her favorite scene was the one where the spider spirit took a bath.