After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"I remember now. Gu Xiaoshuang is my very, very good friend. We used to go shopping together when we were in college. Sorry, it's been so long."

Wang Tianzhuo felt goosebumps when he heard her voice. The temperature in Shenzhen was not low, but it was still chilly.

"Are you still in contact with Gu Xiaoshuang?"

"No. We haven't been in touch for a long time. I went to university before, it was a good school, and the diploma was very valuable. But then I took a leave of absence due to poor health, and I haven't had any contact with Gu Xiaoshuang since then."

Wang Tianzhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there was still contact between them, then he would have to admit his relationship with Gu Xiaoshuang.

"Ms. Tan, I, uh, I am, uh, Gu Xiaoshuang is not in good condition right now, I..."

"How bad is it? Is my current situation bad?"

Tan Yinzhi sat up excitedly and interrupted Wang Tianzhuo's stammering lies.

Wang Tianzhuo was suddenly frightened, his round face trembling, he didn't know what to say, he felt a little regretful.

Tan Yinzhi stared at him with a ferocious expression, but soon she lay back down as if deflated. Her chest heaved violently, and the monitor screen beside her lit up red, the buzzer wailed, indicating that her heart rate had soared to 160.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I have a hemangioma in my brain, and sometimes I can't control my emotions. Can you press the red button? It will stop the machine from beeping."

Wang Tianzhuo had a little sweat on his forehead. He reached out and wiped it with his sleeve, then moved forward tremblingly, but Han Heng pressed the red button marked "SILENCE" first.

Wang Tianzhuo smiled awkwardly. "Is it really okay to press this button? Don't you want me to call a doctor? The machine has already sounded the alarm."

"No, even if it keeps calling the doctor, he won't come. I'm used to it. I have no hope."

The heart rate on the monitor had dropped, and the red light was no longer flashing. Wang Tianzhuo wanted to step back, at least to keep a distance of more than 1.5 meters from Tan Yinzhi, but he was afraid that this action would irritate her, so he had to endure the strong discomfort and stand where he was.

There was a very unpleasant odor on Tan Yinzhi's body, which was even more unbearable than the smell of feces and urine. It was a strange stench, not the smell of a corpse, but like the sour smell of expired milk, a smell that seemed to be rotten and corrupt.

"Gu Xiaoshuang has AIDS, right? She deserves it."

Tan Yinzhi howled with gnashing teeth, her hatred for this so-called best friend immense. But she had no strength left, and even her howls were like the gasps of a dying man.

"I met Gu Xiaoshuang in the socialite club."

"Hiss, periphery?"

"I can't believe you knew that. I told my doctor about it before, and he thought it was from the Ming or Yuan Dynasty. He thought I was a history buff and that I caught it while chatting about history."

Tan Yinzhi giggled non-stop.

"The socialite group seems to be a group of talented, beautiful, wealthy, and decent people, but they are actually just idiots. There isn't a single real socialite among them. The girls there are from several nearby schools. Gu Xiaoshuang and I are considered the best in the school, and some of the others are even from junior colleges."

Wang Tianzhuo opened his mouth hesitantly. He wanted to ask a question but couldn't say it. He felt that he was close to the truth, and this truth made him dizzy.

Chapter 118 Today is Yesterday

"The one who organized us socialites is called Acharya, and we call her Sister A. She claims to have successfully landed a job, hooking up with a big boss in the building materials business, and wants to benefit us young sisters. She taught us how to package ourselves. It doesn't have to be too sophisticated, just look high-end. Any rich man who believes we are socialites is just old-fashioned."

Tan Yinzhi laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. "But she was arrested two years ago for forced prostitution and human trafficking, and sentenced to fifteen years. One of her subordinates was sentenced to death for selling DOPE."

Han Heng glanced at the half-crazed scumbag with disgust and took a half step back. "It's a drug, and soybean meal at that. You've been taking it a lot, haven't you?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? I don't know anything. They say it's trendy, that all the university students in America do it, and that it has no side effects."

Han Heng snorted coldly. "That's too bad it has no side effects. It's almost October now. In your current state, you'll be lucky if you can live until the year after next. No matter how fashionable your speech and habits become, I don't think you'll live any longer."

Wang Tianzhuo couldn't help but shudder when he heard Han Heng's words which were almost hurtful. He turned his head and winked at Han Heng to let him speak less.

Han Heng's face was practically covered in disgust. Having spent so much time in the hospital, his heart had hardened. He didn't consider this deceitful, self-degrading person to be of the same species as him. He didn't want to listen to Tan Yinzhi's nonsense anymore. He turned around and walked out of the ward, stopping at the door.

The nights in the neurology department are quiet. The majority of patients admitted here are stroke patients. They're either recovering from a false alarm, or they've died quietly. Even if they're saved, they're half dead, with half their body unresponsive and their only utterances being "woooooahs," making little noise.

Han Heng was already accustomed to watching dramas of people suffering due to illness.

The department he hated the most was psychiatry, which often had manic patients. They were extremely aggressive and would howl constantly if they didn't take enough medication, as if there was a nuclear-powered spring in their throats and they would die if they didn't howl more. If you untied them, they would either hurt themselves or others. If you approached them, they would stare at you blankly with crazy eyes.

That's the look of a wild beast.

Han Heng hated this feeling. It was not decent at all for a socialized, educated, and literate person to become like an animal because of a brain problem.

Psychiatry's treatment of such patients was simple: drug them until their brains froze, leaving them in a state of daze, half-asleep, and half-awake. He'd learned in college that America's treatment for these patients decades earlier was lobotomy, but now the global standard practice was to administer excessive medication. The two seemed largely indistinguishable: both assumed they were beasts in human form, and urged them to stay out of harm's way.

Han Heng took out another betel nut from his pocket, put it into his mouth and continued chewing.

The woman in the ward lied constantly, and Han Heng was tired of hearing many of her words. She would always blame others for her misfortune, but she wouldn't say how much responsibility she actually bore for her own life. Once she admitted it, it was her last moments. People who want to live always instinctively try to shift the blame, but when they're dying, they confront the fact that they themselves are the direct cause of their suffering.

That woman had definitely smoked, and a lot of it, otherwise she wouldn't have died so quickly from AIDS alone. Han Heng noticed that the sides of Tan Yinzhi's tongue were grayish-white, with patches like moldy cotton wool—those were fuzzy plaques. The same was true of her gums; the red mucous membrane was almost invisible.

According to China's free medical policy for AIDS patients, it will not last for more than ten years, but at least it will not last for just two years.

"Biaozi."

Han Heng muttered something and sneered silently. He felt that Wang Tianzhuo was a man with a good sense of humor. He just accidentally talked about a Biaozi, but he went to so much trouble and worked so hard, as if the sky was falling.

Han Heng thought of his ex-girlfriend, a slightly plump, round-faced, healthy woman with a graduate degree, a respectable urban hukou, but not rich. He believed he had done nothing wrong, yet she wanted to break up, believing she was excellent and deserved better.

Han Heng was a little confused. His memories of his ex-girlfriend were mostly about her accusations against him.

"For all these years you've never understood me. You've just stood by and watched, not striving, not giving your all, ready to give up at any moment. This has nothing to do with whether there are other better people, but whether you can show me that you don't need to compare yourself to others and that you are the best choice."

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What's there to wait for? If someone's right for you, what's your business? If you meet the right person, you'll be free to find the next one right away.

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"Why do you keep clinging to me when you're so considerate of me? If you're so selfless, why don't you find me someone more suitable?"

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Is it comfortable to escape into your own comfort zone? Don't you regret not giving it your all? Don't you feel uncomfortable saying these awkward things that don't make you feel good? Sometimes I get emotional and act a bit rambunctious, but I'm actually someone who values ​​life and is persistent. I also like people who don't lose heart, who are positive and have aspirations. I hate it when people constantly give up on me, weigh the pros and cons for me, and let their decadent, gloomy nature hold me back.

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You're just jealous but won't say it directly. You're unwilling but won't say it directly, and you won't play it straight and fight for it. Whenever I try to test the waters, you immediately give up and make it clear that you don't love me anymore. And then you become less and less devoted, and you become more competitive with me. I can't help but stay away from you.

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You're clinging to me, but you don't care, don't give, and don't spend money. What's the difference between this and freeloading? Why bother? If you have the guts, just lock up your emotions, actions, and money and spend your life watching. No action means no love, no money means no love. I'm just such a vulgar person who loves money, has low tastes, and is greedy for vanity. You can find a girl with noble character, who doesn't want anything from you, who is full of motherly love, who is frugal and manages the household well, who asks for nothing but to marry you and have children.

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[Stop trying to shift the blame onto me! Whether your parents understand or not is your responsibility, and yet you're still sending it to me, expecting me to solve it for you? If you had any sense of responsibility and wanted to handle it yourself, you wouldn't bother me with such trivial matters. What kind of man are you? You still expect me to understand you? What do I understand? I understand nothing, and I don't want to know anything.]

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You seem aggrieved by choosing me. There are so many people who are more reasonable and better-off than you. You just beat me to it. I've been holding out for so long because I've always held my ground. Doesn't your mother know what her own son is like? I'm capable, but she still thinks I'm too good. Doesn't that mean he'll have the final say in his son's future? I really want to tell your parents that they don't need to be interested. I'm not getting married simply because I don't want to. No need for others to worry about me. It seems like I'm marrying above my station. You think too highly of yourself.

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I've put up with you and your mother for so long. Ever since your mother scolded me so harshly, you remained silent. Even now, you still think I'm always right and always wrong. I've had enough. I don't want to go into your house, and I don't even bother to be with you. You're forcing me to break up with you. This bullying is too much. I'll bite the bullet and swallow it. It's my bad luck to have met you.

Han Heng chewed the betel nut until it made a "crunch crunch" sound, leaving a hint of rust in his mouth. Strangely enough, he couldn't remember his ex-girlfriend's ordinary face, but he remembered her humiliating words clearly. Han Heng clenched his fists, but soon unclenched them.

There’s nothing we can do about it. If it’s going to rain, let it rain.

From outside the ward, he could hear noises from inside. Besides the regular "beep...beep..." sounds from the monitor, there was no other sound. It was probably Wang Tianzhuo and the living dead staring at each other. Someone in the ward across from Han Heng could be heard groaning, and soon after, a young man's low, scolding voice could be heard.

Han Heng sniffed. The ward corridor smelled faintly of disinfectant, not the rotten, half-dead, lying stench of Tan Yinzhi. Han Heng spat the chewed betel nut into a trash can labeled "Hazardous Medical Waste." Tan Yinzhi mumbled in the ward, but from a distance, Han Heng couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't bother to listen.

But Wang Tianzhuo and the living dead lying on the hospital bed are both stupid. One is willing to lie before dying, and the other is bored and willing to listen to the lies of a living dead during the holidays. Is it because this Biaozi is his so-called white moonlight that he has to get to the bottom of it? To be frank, he is still hoping for luck. Even if Wang Tianzhuo asked today, he would only say that this is his fault.

Han Heng hated this feeling. He felt that his eyes could see through others, which made him hate seeing himself in the mirror.

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Han Heng stood still at the ward's door, his short, stocky figure shrouded by the weak, cold light of the corridor, making him appear dark and sparse. Wang Tianzhuo and Tan Yinzhi were the only ones left in the ward. Wang Tianzhuo felt his heart racing, his brain feeling a bit short of oxygen from the nervousness. But he didn't dare take a deep breath; the stench of Tan Yinzhi was making him physically ill.

Tan Yinzhi felt like she was dead, her heart rate fluctuating wildly from being humiliated by Han Heng. Her remaining eye was filthy, and she stared blankly at the ward ceiling. It was a long moment before she continued.

"I'm ugly now, right? But I was the class belle when I was in college, seriously. I used to be very pretty, I'm not lying to you. In college, out of the dozen or so girls in my class, I had the best figure and the prettiest looks. Not long after school started, boys started asking for my phone number because they wanted to pick me up."

"Sister A said that Gu Xiaoshuang and I were most likely to hook up with a rich man. I have a good figure, Gu Xiaoshuang has a good temperament, and we both graduated from good universities. Sister A introduced us to a lot of rich people, really rich people. It was my first time riding in a Mercedes-Benz, and it wasn't the cheapest one that cost around 300,000 yuan. The back seat was so soft, and there was only a little vibration when driving. It was so comfortable."

Tan Yinzhi talked incessantly, and when she talked about that period, she became a little excited, completely different from her previous weak tone.

Chapter 119: Jianjia Qiushui's Tacit Understanding

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.

Yang Qichao caught a whiff of an extremely pleasant scent, emanating from Qin Zhixin. Unlike her usual body odor, this scent was more ambiguous and private, strong and rich like a torrential downpour, filled with a sense of longing, like a finely crafted jade cup eagerly awaiting the unbridled flow of fine wine.

Qin Zhixin's face turned red with shame. She wanted to be angry, but found that she couldn't hate Yang Qichao at all.

"I, you... forget it. Let's go to your cafeteria."

Qin Zhixin was still leaning on Yang Qichao, her legs were shaking. If she hadn't leaned on him, she would probably be sitting on the ground now.

The two of them slowed down their pace. The journey, which should have taken just over ten minutes, was dragged out to over twenty minutes by this useless little female ghost. They arrived at the North District cafeteria at peak hour, with long lines forming at every window. Qin Zhixin had recovered by then, maintaining a distance of less than half a fist between her and Yang Qichao. To others, it looked as if they were practically touching.

Anyone who is not blind and sees the two of them will subconsciously think that they are a couple.

Amidst the dense crowds of people around her, Qin Zhixin remained the focal point. Her flushed face added a touch of allure to her already youthful and charming demeanor.

Half-ripe, plump peaches weigh down the branches, emitting a sweet scent that tempts people to pick them and taste their fragrance.

Yang Qichao became the focus again. He had not felt such eager gazes since he separated from Qin Zhixin.

Jealousy, love, resentment, greed...

These gazes were like knives stabbing into Yang Qichao's shadow, not causing him any harm, but enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

Qin Zhixin has long been accustomed to it.

She was perfectly capable of remaining calm under stares, a skill she had mastered in elementary school. She ignored the stunned glances and, instead, felt playful again. She grabbed Yang Qichao's arm and clung to him tightly, her expression becoming just the right amount of shy and innocent.

Just like an innocent girl who is really naive about the world.

"Chaochao~ I've never been to your place, can you recommend one?"

Her heart was filled with evil amusement, and her voice was strained and her tone was extremely tender.

There are different levels of clips. Unlike those inferior clips of internet celebrities, Qin Zhixin's clips are both childish and natural, sounding innocent and charming.

This sound made people's bones melt, but Yang Qichao, as the person being toyed with, only felt his scalp tingling.

“I recommend the roast duck here, it tastes very Cantonese and authentic.”

Yang Qichao put his arm around Qin Zhixin's waist, pressing her against him. The window paper between them on the boulevard had been broken, but they both knew it.

The two of them stared at each other calmly, Qin Zhixin's affectionate almond-shaped eyes filled with pride. Yang Qichao glared at her, warning the damn girl not to cause trouble.

Yang Qichao went to queue up for food, while Qin Zhixin found an empty table and sat down.

The beauty's back wasn't quite straight, leaning slightly forward, but not at all slumped. Instead, she appeared lazy and casual, her unrestrained demeanor strangely tinged with arrogance. A charming and cool dewy rose, with invisible thorns, seemed certain no one would dare disturb her.

Qin Zhixin waited quietly for Yang Qichao. Amidst the clamor of people around her, she put on her Bluetooth headphones and began listening to ghost stories while boredly browsing Hupu.

The soundproofing of the headphones was excellent, instantly bringing peace to her ears. Dozens of intensely eager gazes were fixed on her, sticky as if covered in slippery mucus, filled with inexplicable longing.

Qin Zhixin somewhat enjoyed this feeling, this wonderful pleasure of being surrounded alone but always being able to escape safely.

It’s not that no one wants to sit next to her, and there are too many people who want to have a close look at the beauty, but Qin Zhixin is the absolute focus of attention, the center of everyone’s eager attention and greed, like a rare treasure gathered by countless spotlights. Even if there is no obstruction, it will make viewers dare not approach.

She knew that she was the heroine of the theater that many people imagined late at night.

Whether it is a school in the imperial capital or a school in Shanghai, it is undoubtedly a place where the best students in China gather.

They will restrain their desires and represent the most basic virtues in front of Qin Zhixin.

During the few years in the imperial capital, countless young talents demonstrated their "competitiveness" to him. They were like peacocks eager to spread their feathers, eager to show off what they thought were precious feathers.

Unfortunately, most of these are worthless in Qin Zhixin's eyes.

In their fantasies, she would be like a rag doll, allowing them to manipulate her at will. She would be moved by their "excellence" and immediately hypnotized, and then go to Wushan with them, make all kinds of shameless postures, and satisfy their various strange XPs.

But these active puppet fantasies only exist in their minds.

In real life, Qin Zhixin was so arrogant she wouldn't even look at someone straight in the eye, even if they were jumping around like monkeys and performing a series of antics. She categorized her relationships with the opposite sex into three levels, the lowest being "visible but unable to speak," which meant she was merely familiar with them.

The next level up is acquaintances, whose names you might not even remember, but who are at least somewhat worthy of your attention. Above that is acquaintances, literally. They can chat, joke, play games together in their free time, and there might be some casual flirtations, but she's unlikely to take the relationship any further, let alone become intimate with them.

Qin Zhixin knew what was most precious: freedom, the freedom that came from absolute self-awareness. That was why she maintained a distant and ambiguous attitude towards everything.

This is her way of doing things, a coldness hidden in tenderness and sweetness.

Now, she had a fourth layer of connection with the opposite sex. Qin Zhixin didn't know how to describe this strange, yet twisted, passionate, awkward, yet cooperative relationship. Her relationship with Yang Qichao subconsciously reminded her of bestiality. No, in the new era, it could be called a fetish or a furui complex.

Yang Qichao, can pets be promoted?