After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"Mina-san, oh my! Watashiwa, Zhao Jiajun, he's an 2D character, Yoroshigu, Oh Naiga, he's a bitch! I highly recommend Sword Art Online, Fate, Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions!, Strike Witches, and Attack on Titan. Hey, if you have any likes in class, you can find me! A lot!"

Zhao Jiajun pronounced the anime title like a dish, his confidence growing stronger the more he spoke, even gesticulating. Not only did Zhang Wei's eyes widen at the podium, but Qin Zhixin, listening below, also felt goosebumps. However, most of the students attending the summer tutoring program simply regarded Zhao Jiajun as a joke; after all, they had already experienced most of his behavior during the holidays.

[Damn, case solved! It turns out he's from the anime! No wonder I always thought he was abnormal.]

[Aren't those people in your group also 2D fans? If you hate 2D fans so much, can you please disband your scumbag group later?]

Seeing Zhao Jiajun like this, Qin Zhixin suddenly felt that calling others two-dimensional was a very ugly insult.

[Those are the ones who watch anime. You're saying they're just two-dimensional. That's too harsh.]

……

"Zhou Dahong."

"Qiao Hua."

…………

"Qin Zhixin."

When Qin Zhixin's name was called, the list in Zhang Wei's hand ended.

Qin Zhixin stood up tremblingly. All the classmates' eyes were fixed on her, boys and girls alike. The surprise, jealousy, and greed in their eyes were all too familiar. She was a little nervous at first, but the feeling of being stared at by a group of people was so familiar to her that it actually put her in a comfort zone.

"Hello, teachers and classmates. My name is Qin Zhixin, and I'm from Lianhu No. 2 Middle School. I, um, I like reading horror novels and playing games. These are the two things I spend most of my time on during the holidays. My grades are still a little behind yours, but I hope we can improve together in the coming time."

Qin Zhixin's voice was crisp, and she didn't dare to speak in a strangled voice. Once she revealed her natural voice, she sounded like a little girl under ten. After she finished speaking, Liu Qinxiong was the first to applaud, followed by the rest of the class. No one had applauded the others' introductions before, and this left Qin Zhixin a bit stunned. She didn't know how to respond, and her pretty face flushed pink.

Zhang Wei applauded as well; he didn't set a bad example. If the last place finisher was a boy, he might have said something, but with a girl of Qin Zhixin's stature and appearance, he wouldn't dare mess around, for fear of causing trouble. After recognizing the faces of the students, Zhang Wei didn't bother holding a class meeting for the rest of the time. He simply turned on the projector and played a recording of CCTV's "Back to School."

At lunchtime, Qin Zhixin found Yang Qichao and left the school with him. They had a late lunch break, so there was bound to be a long line at the cafeteria. Since they were both day students, they decided to eat at a soup dumpling restaurant off campus.

There were quite a few people in the soup dumpling restaurant, including students from Nanshi High School and students from the nearby university town.

Qin Zhixin ordered a small portion of dumplings and sat down at a table near the air conditioner, fanning herself with her hands. She couldn't stand the heat very well and sweated easily, and when she did, her snow-white skin took on a shimmering, polished quality, becoming even more alluring. Pulling out her phone, she saw a string of messages from Zhao Jiajun. Aside from the first one, which added her to the class group chat, the rest was just meaningless nonsense.

Qin Zhixin curled her lips, applied to join the class group, and then directly blocked Zhao Jiajun's Penguin account.

Yang Qichao brought over two bowls of soup dumplings. Qin Zhixin smiled, stood up and took the small bowl, fished out a few dumplings from it, leaned forward, and put them one by one into Yang Qichao's bowl. Her huge and soft body swayed slightly with her movements in front of Yang Qichao, like a pair of bright moons in the sky, and Forbidden City grapes were as round as jade.

Qin Zhixin's shirt seemed more transparent because of her sweat. The slightest movement made her sexy figure melt and surge, carrying her extremely alluring body fragrance that was like orchid and musk, which was captivating and fascinating.

The natural charm of the lotus in clear water was so vivid that the boy at the opposite table stared at her with his eyes almost popping out of his head. Yang Qichao couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although he had been with Qin Zhixin for a long time, he couldn't help but stare at the faint ravines in her vagina. The tendency of her little head to lift up was unstoppable.

But Qin Zhixin herself was completely unaware of all this. Even if she knew, she wouldn't care. She might even find it fun and play with fire more unscrupulously.

Because she knew that Yang Qichao had the intention, but he simply didn't have the courage.

This is the conclusion she came to after Yang Qichao "played with fire" for many years.

Chapter 10 Huge Bonus

Even after giving Yang Qichao several small soup dumplings, Qin Zhixin was still full. But Yang Qichao had a big appetite, and he only felt a little full after finishing a large bowl of soup dumplings and three preserved vegetable pancakes.

Boys develop later than girls, and with their high metabolism, they can easily devour half a pound of rice in one meal. They say a young boy eats his father out of money, and Yang Qichao is at that age where he's growing up. Even if he eats a lot and weighs twice as much as Qin Zhixin, he still can't hold on to the fat.

Yang Qichao folded the last preserved vegetable pancake, which was bigger than his face, into three folds and pinched it tightly before swallowing it in two bites. Not satisfied after finishing it, he also drank the dumpling soup in one gulp.

Qin Zhixin was secretly shocked. The last time she had eaten with Yang Qichao was during summer vacation, and she had never seen him eat so fiercely.

"Chaozi, are you full?"

"No, I can eat the same portion again."

Qin Zhixin counted on her fingers: a large bowl of soup dumplings cost ten yuan, a preserved vegetable pancake cost one and a half yuan, and that didn't even include the sweet drink to help with digestion. According to Yang Qichao, any meal out there would cost at least thirty yuan, which made Qin Zhixin shudder.

She had saved up less than two thousand yuan in her little treasury after all her efforts. Although the main reason was that she couldn't control her appetite and always bought snacks, this was a desire out of greed, not just to fill her stomach.

"Oh my god, if you eat out, fifty dollars a day won't be enough for you to eat."

"The money my mom gave me is enough. The school also has scholarships, and the top 30 students in the city who take the high school entrance exam are given out. Zhou Xinshu ranked first in the city and received a scholarship of 166,000 yuan."

Qin Zhixin's charming almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, she looked a little dazed, and even her voice became higher.

"How many did you say!?"

"188,000 yuan. This is a joint contribution from the school and the Municipal Education Bureau. As far as I know, Shigao doesn't have much money. The Education Bureau is in charge, and some of the donations are from entrepreneurs who want to create a good reputation. You don't understand. If Zhou Xinshu went to No. 1 Middle School, he could get more, at least this amount."

After Yang Qichao touched the pancake, his greasy hand stretched out three fingers, and Qin Zhixin was shocked.

"Is No. 1 Middle School so rich? My sister didn't tell me."

"Their principal is capable and can secure sponsorship. Besides, Zhou Xinshu is not ugly, has good grades, and comes from an educated family. He's a perfect son-in-law. Some bosses are attracted to him and can't wait to marry their daughters to him."

"Well! How old are you and you want an arranged marriage? You're breaking the law, understand?" the female ghost said righteously, but her eyes flickered. "Chaozi, how much do you have? Tell me the truth."

"The top ten students in the city of Nanshigao High School are paid 88,000, and the rest are paid 18,800."

Qin Zhixin gasped. She suddenly realized that good grades really did make money. A shameless scoundrel like her had been running a sex resource site for almost two years, but she hadn't even handled 18,800 yuan. Even 10,000 yuan was questionable, let alone 18,800 yuan. But Yang Qichao's tone made it seem as if even a few tens of thousands of yuan wasn't really money.

What are you so surprised about? You're ranked outside the top 400 in Nanling City. Forget Zhou Xinshu. Even without writing the Chinese composition, Yang Qichao would have a higher overall score than you. It's not normal for the best of the best to earn money. I saw the news earlier that the top scorer in the high school entrance exam in Maoming City, Guangdong Province, was given 500,000 yuan, and the rest of the top ten were given 300,000 yuan each. Nanshi High School only gave Zhou Xinshu 188,000 yuan, which is too little. Your grades are barely passable for junior high school, so just be quiet. No one's spoiling you.

The system muttered quietly in her mind. Qin Zhixin pursed her lips, not daring to bring up the subject. If the person sitting across from her was her cousin, she would have objected. But the person sitting across from her was Yang Qichao, whose achievements could easily kill a certain female demon. Even if she was stubborn, she had to distinguish between the big and small.

Tang Yuyu's Great Wall H6 was only a little over 120,000 yuan after tax when she bought it. Half a million yuan would be enough to buy four. No, she's seen the world. Buying four Great Walls? That sounds unambitious. Half a million yuan is enough to buy a luxury car! That's what the little female ghost thought, but her words changed.

"Chaozi, doesn't that mean you can eat KFC and McDonald's as much as you want now?"

"Western fast food is too greasy because it's fried. I prefer to eat at a small hot pot restaurant, which is healthy because it's boiled. My money is mainly watched by my mom, but I spend it freely on food. If you go out to eat next time, I'll treat you."

Yang Qichao spoke with a certain air of pride. He wanted to express his affection for Qin Zhixin, but his overly masculine way of thinking made his words make the girl laugh. Qin Zhixin's thinking wasn't quite right either. She had a strange sense of ambivalence. She mistakenly believed she was the reincarnation of an adult man, and she absolutely couldn't bring herself to cheat on a little boy for food and drinks.

Although this "little boy" had used countless tissues on her photos, and although this "little boy" could pick her up and spank her, Qin Zhixin's twisted sense of honor made it impossible for her to bow her head in front of Yang Qichao.

"Tsk, I have money too, I don't need your treat. I've saved more than this!"

Qin Zhixin stretched out her jade hand, extending two slender fingers as tender and smooth as tofu. Perhaps she felt that she was not confident enough, so she extended two more fingers on top of the two.

Qin Zhixin's leer was strangely silly, and Yang Qichao found it amusing. Wasn't this girl just too competitive? Based on his understanding of this girl, she definitely couldn't save any pocket money; she was a moonlighter. She'd spend half of the pocket money Aunt Tang gave her on food that day. He didn't want to ruin Qin Zhixin's good intentions, so he held it in for a long time before saying anything.

"Four hundred? You're quite good at saving."

When Yang Qichao said this, it was like stepping on the tail of the female ghost.

"You're talking nonsense. I've saved four thousand."

Yang Qichao remained silent, staring at Qin Zhixin's face. Knowing her well, he knew that whenever she was talking nonsense, her eyes would be hard to hide, often glancing off to the side. Now, it seemed clear that she didn't have the nerve to meet his gaze.

…………

At this time in Nanshi High School, Qiao Hua, Fang Bixian, Zhou Dahong and Ma Lisheng had finished their meal in the cafeteria. They didn't want to go back to the classroom immediately, so they went to the old school building behind the playground to stroll around and digest their food. They took a walk around before going to the classroom.

They lived in the same dormitory. The dormitories at Nanshi High School were for eight people, but only six people lived in dormitory 313. Feng Yizhong and Yan Wangfei also lived in the same dormitory.

Feng Yizhong is too pretentious, and Yan Wangfei always likes to talk to himself with a book. These two people cannot fit into the circle of the four of them. Of course, they may not have the intention to fit into the circle.

The old school building of Nanshi High School is a cinder brick building with walls covered with vines, yellow and green, mixed with crooked old trees. The sun is blocked by the shade of the trees, and sparse bright spots are cast on the ground, which has a peculiar beauty.

Ma Lisheng walked backwards at the front of the four people, imitating Zhao Jiajun's words when he introduced himself, which was extremely sarcastic.

"Mina-san, hiyo, wata-si-wa, cang-jing-kong, my stockings fell off, and when I dug potatoes, a sack of them fell off."

He spoke with a pinched throat, his duck voice shrill like a eunuch who had just had his balls cut off. Zhou Dahong was impatient and felt that Ma Lisheng's imitation was too vulgar. Of course, it could also be that Zhou Dahong also considered himself to be in the second dimension, and he felt that Ma Lisheng's imitation behavior was secretly disgusting to him.

"Don't disgust me, just try to be that coward again!"

Ma Lisheng turned a deaf ear and continued to scream "Mina-san-ou-hi-yo". Zhou Dahong couldn't stand it anymore, so he went forward and hugged Ma Lisheng's waist, pretending to touch his balls.

Qiao Hua was lost in thought behind the team. He used to join in, but now all he could think about was Qin Zhixin's every move. Qin Zhixin sat in front of him, and whenever Qiao Hua looked up, he could see the back of her head. Her delicate, swan-like neck, framed by her smooth, black hair, her skin shone like jade in the backlit classroom.

"Master, tell me, if I confess my feelings to Qin Zhixin, will she agree? My home is very close to Lianhu District, only half an hour's drive away. I think this is an opportunity."

Qiao Hua was a little impulsive. Although he and Qin Zhixin had never spoken a word, he had already created a lot of drama for Qin Zhixin in his mind and even thought of what to name his son.

Fang Bixian didn't say anything, but the two people who were playing in front of him stopped. Zhou Dahong and Ma Lisheng were also seeing Qin Zhixin for the first time, but they were too far away from her. Although she was as beautiful as a fairy, they had sneaked glances at her many times that morning.

Ma Lisheng had just been hit in the balls by Zhou Dahong, and he gasped in pain, but he was a bit of a bad mouth and still wanted to speak.

"Hua Zi, you didn't know her before, so how could you fall in love with her after just one meeting?"

"I'm not like you. You have strong tastes and like old ladies."

Qiao Hua looked at Ma Lisheng with disdain. He'd said during summer vacation that the waitress serving food in the cafeteria was incredibly pretty, but when they went to see her, they all thought she was just average. But Ma Lisheng insisted she was feminine. Now, Ma Lisheng only picked up food from her window. While others looked at the food, he only looked at the person.

Zhou Dahong didn't care. Although he thought Qin Zhixin was pretty, he knew his own worth very well. He definitely didn't have the courage to pursue Qin Zhixin.

"Qiao Hua, just give up. They're going with the students from Class 4. The last one in Class 4 is more impressive than the first one in our class. If you have the guts, go to the Rocket Class after the class division."

Fang Bixian wanted to say something encouraging, but when the words came to his lips, they somehow turned into a pouring of cold water.

"What do you mean by Class 4? That person is from my old junior high school. His grades are pretty good, but how can feelings be tied to grades? To me, it's all about feelings. Once you feel something, everything comes together."

Qiao Hua was extremely unwilling to accept Yang Qichao. Blood rushed to his head, his face turned red, and the large pimples on his face turned black.

"By the way, has anyone seen Qin Zhixin's mother? Is she pretty?"

Ma Lisheng had a gossipy look on his face, and Fang Bixian's face twitched a little.

"What? You want to be her father?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The few of them played and joked all the way, and when they returned, half of the students in Class 1 and 2 of Senior High School had already arrived, and many of them were gathered around the desks of Lu Zude and Deng Lanying.

Fang Bixian could hear Deng Lanying's hoarse voice from a long distance away. The voice was very sharp, so sharp that it made him feel uncomfortable, like the sound of sharp nails scratching on a blackboard.

Deng Lanying usually walks with Lu Zude. Their junior high school is the Affiliated High School of Nanjing University of Science and Technology, which is definitely a key junior high school in Nanling. There are more than a dozen top students in one of the top classes who can go to Nanjing Experimental High School. Moreover, the high school department of the Affiliated High School of Nanjing University of Science and Technology is not bad either. The overall teaching quality is in the top five in Nanling.

Deng Lanying was quite tall, about 1.70 meters, with dark skin and a rather fiery temper. She had an oval face and a round nose. She wasn't ugly, but she certainly wasn't beautiful either; at best, she was decent-looking. During the summer tutoring, she and Lu Zude would discuss the final exam question every day. The "good students" in Class 2 would often come over to ask questions, so during breaks, you could always see people gathering around their desks.

But Fang Bixian didn't like Deng Lanying very much. He always felt that she was too domineering.

Just like now.

"How could I possibly choose D for this question? I should choose C. The teacher just taught me a similar question a few days ago, but with different data."

Deng Lanying's voice was intermittent, and Fang Bixian craned his neck to look over there. She was speaking to Zhang Wanbai, and after finishing her words, she threw the handouts in her hand into Zhang Wanbai's hand.

"Come, give me a pen and I'll prove it to you."

Deng Lanying continued to speak, and Zhang Wanbai quickly handed her his pen, but Deng Lanying got angry again after writing a few words.

"What brand of pen is this? Why is it so hard to write with?"

Zhang Wanbai stood there, bewildered. She didn't understand what had happened to Deng Lanying. She had always used Deli's rollerball pen, a refill that cost just over ten yuan a box, and it had always worked well for her. Zhang Wanbai mumbled something, but Fang Bixian couldn't hear clearly because they were too far away, but soon Deng Lanying opened her mouth again.

"Do you know that I've been using a certain type of pen? It's a Japanese Zebra ballpoint pen. That brand is super super super easy to use. I use it in my classes at the Affiliated High School of Nanjing University of Science and Technology. It writes much better than this crappy pen of yours. It's a bit pricey, though. One pen costs over ten yuan."

Deng Lanying turned around and took out a plastic-shelled ballpoint pen from her pencil case, and continued to speak while continuing to write the questions.

"But I highly recommend you buy one and try it out. Look carefully, this is plural..."

Deng Lanying's voice became softer, Fang Bixian curled his lips, and his deskmate Qiao Hua was still looking at Deng Lanying.

"Hua Zi, you've been seen. Be careful, Dr. Deng will come and recommend the Japanese pen to you."

Qiao Hua shrank his head and made a face.

"Oh my god, didn't I just want to see Zhang Wanbai suffer? Why didn't she go to Big Sister Bi? Why not ask Lu Zude for the question? His temper is much better than Deng Lanying's."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling sorry for Zhang Wanbai's suffering?" Fang Bixian said with disdain, "I went to see Zhang Wanbai during the summer vacation, but she didn't even say a word to me. I thought she was mute."

"Ah? Great Immortal, have you ever offended Zhang Wanbai? I thought she was quiet and gentle, and had a good temper."

"Maybe he's crazy. Have you ever seen Zhang Wanbai talking to a boy?"

Fang Bixian was about to say something when he saw the head teacher Zhang Wei coming in from the front door.

Chapter 11 A Day in Luzhou

In Luzhou, Anhui Province, it was 5:30 in the morning and before dawn, Fang Shicheng counted the time and got out of bed.

He woke up very early, but he simply didn't want to get out of bed.

As Fang Shicheng smacked his lips, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, not from hunger. His stomach was also uncomfortable, as if something was about to overflow, and it made him feel anxious.

He wiped his face with tap water, paying particular attention to the corners of his eyes. This was considered a meticulous grooming for Fang Shicheng. His chin and upper lip had grown long beards, and he sought out a razor to trim the stubble, but he was too lazy to lather. The cheap, single-blade razor was rusty, and it scratched a pimple on his scalp. He grimaced in pain, and quickly rinsed the wound with tap water.

The tap water flowed down his cheeks, to his chin and then into his mouth. Fang Shicheng first rinsed it twice and spit it out, then took a few more gulps.

The tap water in Luzhou City has a strong smell of chlorine and the water quality is hard, which is far worse than the tap water in his hometown of Qindao. But Fang Shicheng has gotten used to it. He is not a spoiled child. Whether the water is good or bad, he will pee it out after drinking it.

He wasn't going to the lab today, so he put on his most respectable T-shirt before leaving the dormitory.

He had to go to Qindao. His sister started school the next day, and boarding students usually arrived a day early. When he arrived at the bus stop outside the dormitory, it wasn't even six o'clock yet. His bus didn't leave until 6:30, so he would have to wait in his seat for a while.

This time is the quietest time in Luzhou, even quieter than early morning.