After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Liu Qinxiong felt that the waxy yellow freckles on Chu Keke's face were too eye-catching, just like the stubborn yellow stains on the white porcelain toilet. They were disgusting, but Liu Qinxiong couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Qin Zhixin felt that this movie sounded a little familiar. It seemed that someone in the group had criticized this movie a few months ago, saying that it was a waste of time and a pornographic and money-worshiping movie.

"Um, let me ask my classmates. This is not a decision to be made lightly."

Liu Qinxiong suppressed his nausea and didn't look at Chu Keke. If Qin Zhixin wanted to watch a movie, he would definitely go to the podium to find the source without saying a word.

But if the one making the request is that ugly Chu Keke, then forget it.

Chapter 116 Competition Candidates

During the summer vacation tutoring, Liu Qinxiong's seat was only separated from Chu Keke's by an aisle.

It is very similar to the situation where Zhou Dahong was constantly disgusted by Tan Peiyue. Zhou Dahong disliked Tan Peiyue as much as Liu Qinxiong disliked Chu Keke, but Chu Keke just thought that the class monitor had a good relationship with her.

As for the grudge between Liu Qinxiong and Chu Keke, it is a long story.

During his summer vacation, Liu Qinxiong bought the second quarterly bound volume of "The Most Novel"—a thick collection, at least as thick as two knuckles. But before he could finish it, Chu Keke borrowed it. It was brand new when Liu Qinxiong gave it to her, but when Chu Keke returned it a week later, it was battered beyond recognition. That was the beginning of their conflict.

This incident was like a thorn that pierced Liu Qinxiong's heart deeply. Although he thought it was no big deal and he could still read his books, high school boys had a strange mental sensitivity. They would think about some trivial things over and over again, and the more they thought about them, the angrier they became.

Liu Qinxiong always felt disgusted every time he looked at the magazine with the tattered cover.

Before, when Liu Qinxiong heard others teasing Chu Keke and Tan Peiyue behind their backs, he would secretly retort in his heart, saying that they were just ugly, but there was no need to be so malicious towards them.

But this is just a simple thought of an underage high school boy. When Liu Qinxiong really comes into contact with Chu Keke or Tan Peiyue, the bad habit of visual animals "judging people by their appearance" will prevail in his brain again.

Liu Qinxiong found that he actually couldn't stand Chu Keke, and he had disliked her since the first sight.

She and Tan Peiyue were always crazy about Korean effeminate men, especially when they were together, they wanted to talk about those Korean men all day long.

Once, Zhou Dahong was being mean and said that the South Korean girl on the cover of Tan Peiyue's magazine looked like a sissy without balls. His tone was quite normal, but Chu Keke got mad and pointed at Zhou Dahong's nose and yelled, saying that he was just jealous and scolded him so much that the two almost got into a fight.

That time when Liu Qinxiong went to stop the fight, Chu Keke scratched him with his nails, leaving two bloody marks.

There are countless other conflicts. Even Liu Qinxiong, who seems to get along with everyone, has some complaints about Chu Keke.

When several girls in the class heard Chu Keke's request to play "Four Times," they actually started clamoring to watch it, asking Liu Qinxiong to find the source. This made him look a little unhappy. He remembered his "The Greatest Novel," he remembered Chu Keke's silly, mean look at the silly guy, and he remembered being tickled by Chu Keke a month ago.

All of this made him instantly emotional, and Liu Qinxiong walked to the podium and spoke again.

"Classmates, it would be best if most people would like to watch a movie tonight. So let me confirm again, those who would like to watch 'Four Times', please raise your hands."

Less than ten girls in the class raised their hands. In addition to Chu Keke and Tan Peiyue, Li Jinjin also raised her hand.

Qin Zhixin stretched her head and looked around. Aside from Li Jinjin, she hadn't even spoken to most of the people who had raised their hands.

Liu Qinxiong saw that the few people who raised their hands at this time were almost all the old people who had the most things to do, and he didn't want to fulfill Chu Keke's wish at all, so he continued to speak.

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to watch 'Four Times'?"

There was a bit of an awkward silence in the class, and the noise suddenly became much quieter. Many students began to look around, but no one raised their hands.

[Goodness me, doesn't this Liu guy usually not care about anything? Why does he look like he doesn't want to watch this movie at all this time?]

Qin Zhixin looked around curiously.

She was waiting for someone who didn't want to watch "Four Times" to raise his hand, but after half a minute, no one raised their hand. After all, raising their hand now would mean offending someone, and the people who would be offended would be the ones who caused the most trouble. No one would be so brave.

【Have you seen this movie? 】

[No, I never saw this movie in my previous life, nor even heard of it. Are you stupid? The world I lived in was completely different from this one.]

Qin Zhixin secretly curled her lips. This system always forgets things and is not smart at all.

At this time, the sound of speakers came from Class 3 next door. They were also playing a movie. Qin Zhixin could tell that it should be the theme song of a Marvel movie.

"Class monitor, just watch 'Four Times'. If the girls are willing to watch it, we boys should be more generous."

Feng Yizhong broke the silence and spoke loudly in the audience. The girl who had just raised her hand to watch "Four Times" also agreed, which made Feng Yizhong feel a little proud.

Liu Qinxiong was in a gloomy mood. He cursed inwardly, "Stupid Coin!", found the source of the film on Baofeng Video, and then turned off the lights in the classroom.

The movie started, and Qin Zhixin paused her game, but she didn't sit up straight, still hunched over the table and glancing at it. She'd known it was a bad movie all along. Tang Yuyu had been watching TV when it happened to be on CCTV-6, and Qin Zhixin had watched it for a while. It was a film review program, and the guests were debating which was worse, "Four Times" or "Fuchun River Residence."

Qin Zhixin was also curious about how bad this movie could be. When almost everyone was saying it was terrible, how bad could it really be? Why would so many people still buy something so bad?

Just as most people have a strange curiosity and always tend to appreciate extremes, things that are extremely bad will become a selling point.

For example, if everyone says the owner of a restaurant has a bad temper and doesn't respect customers, it might actually attract more customers. Just like the "Yangcheng Beef Exhibition" that suddenly went viral online, while some people are undeniably curious about the taste of the clay pot rice, there are definitely also customers who go there specifically to experience just how bad the owner's attitude is.

This is called experientialism.

But curiosity comes at a price.

If we were to identify a defining moment in China's aesthetic decline, we'd have to mention the release and subsequent explosion of popularity of "Four Times." Every character in the film was like a shoddy puppet, each one seemingly holding a stone in their mouth, their articulation less articulate than a well-trained mynah bird. One moment they were striking poses, the next they were tearing each other's hair like thieves whose patrons had been snatched away.

It's so unseemly.

Symbolic labels and low-quality plots that are so stupid that it is difficult to tell whether they are jokes or not, and the creative invention of "crazy literature" to clean up its own mess, but the only thing that has been passed down to later generations, apart from "rotten and smelly", is time boiling rain, and Guo Xiaosi is good at using toilet paper plots that cannot be called stories at all, and then using some pretentious monologues with pinched throats to forcibly glue them together with voice-overs and "time boiling rain".

What he writes is more suitable for appearing in the magazines used by middle school students to "KILLTIME" than on the relatively serious screen.

The movie had only been running for twenty minutes, but Qin Zhixin felt extremely uncomfortable.

She thought it smelled like chocolate. This massive music video could be a movie, but it was unlikely. She felt sick watching it, as if fleas were crawling all over her body. She wasn't sure what this movie was about. The meaningless rotating shots and split screens, the illogical beginning, and the strange filters.

Zhang Wanbai had just borrowed her phone after the movie started. She wanted to play some games, so Qin Zhixin generously gave it to her. Qin Zhixin felt that she had borrowed her phone too early.

Qin Zhixin's face was filled with pain. The poor voice-over and clumsy acting made the already broken plot ferment into an indescribable mess.

She turned to look at Zhang Wanbai, who was playing Kingdom Rush on her phone, having a blast. Qin Zhixin felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have been curious about this thing. She should have raised her hand to object.

[This thing actually grossed hundreds of millions at the box office. Am I already behind the times? I don't understand.]

The more rapidly a society develops, the more it tends to be materialistic and hedonistic. It's the kind of drama you watch if you want to, not much different from Korean dramas.

But this is too vulgar. The idea of ​​being rich is simply eating with a knife and fork and wearing French or Italian clothes. I imagine the director and screenwriter aren't broke, so why are all the scenes they produce featuring the emperor using a golden hoe and the empress having a sugar jar by her bed? Can't they be a little more refined?

The system is too lazy to care and just dismantles it.

[Come on, come on! The last time you saw a movie was "Fu Tuan Rou" (a film about a woman with a futon), and it was still considered highbrow. How many art films have you seen? You're pretending to be so? If you really want to be arty, talk to that Yan Wangfei more.]

Qin Zhixin smiled foolishly. She had a pretty good impression of that movie. At least it was much better than the one that was currently playing.

[No, I think he has a mental problem. But don't say that, Futonrou is pretty good. Well, at least there is a plot.]

The system ignored her, and Qin Zhixin stopped looking at the screen. She leaned closer to Zhang Wanbai, pressing her face against his arm. This time, it was her turn to watch him play the game. Zhang Wanbai could feel the beautiful woman's sweet breath against him, her soft, smooth face pressed against his upper arm. Her towering breasts swayed gently with her breathing, and Zhang Wanbai could clearly feel their elasticity.

"What's wrong? Can't watch the movie anymore?"

Zhang Wanbai couldn't help but pinch Qin Zhixin's cheeks, which felt great.

"Well."

Breaking free from Zhang Wanbai's clutches, Qin Zhixin said angrily, "It's terrible. I might as well go to Animal World."

Qin Zhixin looked at it for a while, then felt bored and turned back. Fang Bixian was reading a book in the light from the screen in front of him. She was curious and turned to take a closer look. He was reading a novel.

"Great Immortal, you are so hardworking."

Fang Bixian heard her sarcastic tone, and he had already noticed that the girl had turned around, especially when she was close. Her body blocked the light from the podium curtain, and now he couldn't see the book clearly.

"I'm reading a novel, not a textbook. You don't watch movies? I thought that was what you girls liked to watch."

"No way, it's too bad. Doesn't Zhang Wanbai find it hard to watch?"

Qin Zhixin stretched her head and looked around again. Only a few girls were watching intently, while most were playing with their own things. When Qin Zhixin looked over at Tan Peiyue, she was horrified to find that the black girl was actually wiping away tears.

"Master, look at Tan Peiyue. She actually cried."

Qin Zhixin laughed as she spoke. She thought the way Tan Peiyue wiped her tears was hilarious, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She pointed in that direction, and Fang Bixian looked in that direction. Tan Peiyue was blowing her nose with a tissue.

With a "hmph", Fang Bixian could clearly see the snot stuck on the paper. The sticky, glue-like solid-liquid mixture was still transparent and shiny under the scattered light of the projector.

Fang Bixian felt a little nauseous and retched.

"What are you focusing on? Shar Pei, right?"

After being confronted by Fang Bixian, Qin Zhixin wanted to say something, but Lu Zude bent over and rushed over from the front row of the classroom, holding his cell phone towards Qin Zhixin.

"Student Qin, come with me first. The physics teacher is looking for you."

Qin Zhixin was a little confused.

"What's the matter?"

"For the physics competition, anyone who scored 110 or above on the physics test will go."

Before the revision of the Jiangsu Province college entrance examination, the full score for physics was 120, but this only looked at the ranking. For example, in this physics test, Zhang Wanbai and Qin Zhixin both got A+ in physics, but Zhang Wanbai only scored over 70 points, while Qin Zhixin got close to full marks and was one of the few students in the grade who could get the correct answer to the last question.

Zhang Wanbai returned Qin Zhixin's phone to her, and she was also a little curious.

"Lu Zude, are there many students in the grade who scored above 110 in physics?"

"There are only about twenty students in the entire grade. Only two of us didn't do well on the test, and that's me and Qin. Most of them are from our four key classes, and a good half of them either want to join the math competition class or go through the early admissions process. I think we'll be lucky if we can get twenty people willing to sign up."

Chapter 117: Remaining in Touch

September 29, 2013, Shenzhen City, Guangdong Province, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and the National Day holiday would begin the next day.

Shenzhen is unlike other cities in China. It's a new city with few native residents. Besides Guangdong, the majority of Shenzhen residents are from Hunan. The closer it gets to the holidays, the fewer people there are. But the emergency department is always bustling with activity. The clatter of door hinges, the clatter of footsteps, the muffled chatter, and the creaking of small pulleys—these four sounds blend together, creating a dull, almost jarring sound.

A few colleagues wheeled in a gurney, and Han Heng dodged toward the wall. He glanced over and saw a man on the bed, his face covered in broken glass—presumably from a car accident. He didn't even scream, and it looked like he was in grave danger. But Han Heng had seen this kind of thing many times, so he just glanced and left, heading to the locker room to change into his usual wrinkled sweatshirt.

He was supposed to be on night shift tonight, but he asked a colleague to take his place. After waiting downstairs in the hospital for a long time, Wang Tianzhuo finally came jogging over.

Han Heng chewed a betel nut and gave one to Wang Tianzhuo. He led Wang Tianzhuo to the internal medicine building of the hospital.

The "Hunyuan Dachu" choreographed that Gu Xiaoshuang was not a good person and asked Wang Tianzhuo to investigate it himself. Qin Zhixin was just talking nonsense at the time, but this sentence took root in Wang Tianzhuo's heart. He wanted to trust Gu Xiaoshuang unconditionally because he believed that he loved her and that he was lucky to have met his "true love".

But Wang Tianzhuo's trust based on "love" is fragile, so fragile that it will collapse on its own with just a little provocation.

Gu Xiaoshuang's electronic health record had significant issues. From 2009 to 2011, she underwent a physical examination almost every two months, undergoing a full suite of sexually transmitted disease tests. Wang Tianzhuo felt dizzy. The girl he remembered as pure as ice didn't seem quite so pure anymore.

Even though Wang Tianzhuo himself was not clean, he originally wanted to pretend that he knew nothing and then distance himself from her, pretending that there was no chance encounter between them, and use cold violence to alienate her.

The Gu Xiaoshuang in his memory was already dead.

But Wang Tianzhuo wanted to know Gu Xiaoshuang's past too much, even if she was dirty. He had told her everything, but he knew very little about her past.

Wang Tianzhuo paid Gu Xiaoshuang to open the box and found her college classmate. She told Wang Tianzhuo to look for someone named Tan Yinzhi. Tan Yinzhi and Gu Xiaoshuang were close, but one day Tan Yinzhi dropped out of school, and Gu Xiaoshuang didn't socialize much with her classmates. If he wanted to know what Gu Xiaoshuang did in college, besides asking Gu Xiaoshuang herself, the best person to ask was Tan Yinzhi.

Tan Yinzhi's electronic health records from 2009 to 2010 also showed frequent and complete infectious disease tests, and she was diagnosed with AIDS. What was even more coincidental was that Tan Yinzhi was hospitalized in the neurology department of Han Heng's hospital.

Wang Tianzhuo felt that the process of exploring Gu Xiaoshuang's past was like peeling an onion with a rotten core, and each layer he peeled back brought him closer to "shock".

Both Han Heng and Wang Tianzhuo wore masks, took the staff elevator straight to the ward, and stood in front of the ward.

"Lao Wang, if you want me to tell you to leave, just ignore me. If you do, you'll be deceived. People like them..."

Han Heng didn't finish his words, his eyes glancing meaningfully at him. He pushed the door open, motioning Wang Tianzhuo to step in. Tan Yinzhi looked completely different from her photo. In the photo, she was youthful and vibrant, her face brimming with collagen and full of life. In reality, she had just finished surgery and was all alone in the isolation ward, like a dying dog.

Tan Yinzhi had Kaposi's sarcoma on her left eyelid, which had become fused to her eyeball. Kaposi's sarcoma is common in patients with advanced AIDS. Her skin was sallow, her eyelids had been removed, her left eyeball had been enucleated, and half her head was bandaged. Wang Tianzhuo would have believed her to be fifty, even though her birthdate indicated she was a year younger.

Wang Tianzhuo swallowed and began to ask about Gu Xiaoshuang.

"Gu Xiaoshuang? Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Tan Yinzhi was barely breathing and her voice was a little hoarse. She must have not spoken for a long time. Her rough voice did not have the softness that a woman should have. Instead, it was like the sharp noise of nails scratching against a blackboard, which made Wang Tianzhuo couldn't help but get goose bumps.

Wang Tianzhuo didn't dare to get close to Tan Yinzhi.

AIDS, acquired immune deficiency. Transmitted through body fluids, the main route of transmission in China is sex. Wang Tianzhuo had long known that this was a genital disease, even though he had received relevant education and knew that it was difficult to spread. He also knew that a girl he had played well with suddenly left Shenzhen City.

But when he really met a patient in the late stage of AIDS, he still regarded her as a monster, as if getting one step closer would infinitely increase the possibility of him being contaminated.

Although Wang Tianzhuo had long been a prostitute, his outspokenness about sex had long since transcended mere verbal swearing. Before confirming his relationship with Gu Xiaoshuang, he had opened his heart to more than one prostitute. He was like a lowly performance artist, unable to control his mouth whenever he had time, recounting his impoverished and mediocre life to a variety of fallen women over and over again.

Even better, if the other person is interested and confides their own "sufferings" to him, Wang Tianzhuo believes this is a "heartfelt confession," a pure connection devoid of monetary value, a fleeting connection between two helpless souls, played by fate. They'll hug each other, reminiscing about their pasts and imagining their futures.

Wang Tianzhuo is also particularly considerate and encouraging to pessimistic girls, telling them that as long as they are willing, the future has infinite possibilities.

Just as he was keen to show his gentle side to Biaozi, he was also keen to cheer Biaozi up. He thought this made him appear particularly profound, well-educated, and full of positive energy. In short, unlike other whores, he was special. Although he did bad things, he was a good person.

Now that Wang Tianzhuo saw the tragic fate of the fallen woman, he no longer had the slightest desire to share her life.

He looked closely at the woman lying on the hospital bed. Her head was shaved, and her operated eye was covered with gauze. There was a strange light in her remaining eye.

Wang Tianzhuo had seen a similar look in a stray dog ​​before: a look of stress, despair, fear, and numbness. The dog growled at the sight of people and often hung around the entrance of an alley. Not long after, it was beaten to death, its body never found, presumably tossed in a trash can.

Wang Tianzhuo was almost certain that the dog had rabies.

The death of a stray dog ​​was a trivial memory, but when he saw Tan Yinzhi, it instantly came back to him. Years later, Wang Tianzhuo saw a similar look in her eyes, but Tan Yinzhi's was more complex and vivid than that of the dog that might have rabies.

Sure enough, humans are indeed much more advanced than dogs.