After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

But all this was a dream. He couldn't control himself in his dream. He just watched, observing everything from the perspective of an outsider. Yang Qichao suddenly couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream. It seemed that before the exam, he had indeed been impatient with that girl.

Memories begin to blur at this moment.

Could the girls in Class 4, no matter how poor their grades were, have any worse foundation than that unlearned, unlearned Qin Zhixin? But why did he always treat Qin Zhixin with such leniency? Was it simply because she was pretty enough?

Yang Qichao's mind began to become confused and he was completely immersed in a dream.

Dreams are fragmented and illogical.

In his dream, as soon as he left the classroom, he arrived at Qin Zhixin's hometown. He returned to the small river beach next to Huanzigang, as if all this had happened, but it had been accumulated in his brain for too long.

"Chaozi, hurry up! Did you poop in your trouser pocket again?"

The delicate little Qin Zhixin held a large badger in one hand. Its head had been smashed in by a rock, and blood and brains were still dripping from it. With her other arm, she held the neighbor's small black dog. She stepped into the wet riverbed in a pair of ill-fitting flip-flops, cooing and urging him as he remained in a daze.

Yang Qichao was a little confused.

This happened when he went to Qin Zhixin's hometown as a child. He was sure that this happened, but he couldn't remember exactly how old he was.

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you still stunned? I finally caught this little beast, go steal some seasoning and grill it up."

Qin Zhixin, displeased, threw the small black dog she was holding under her arm to the ground. The dog whimpered as it fell into the water, but when it realized the water was barely above its feet, it started wagging its tail, rolling around in the water, and then began shaking its fur, splashing water all over Qin Zhixin. Furious, Qin Zhixin stepped forward and kicked the stupid animal. The dog, in pain, yelped and disappeared.

"Are you scared again? You don't even dare to borrow some seasoning! What a coward! You still have a little bird!"

The still twitching badger was lifted up by Qin Zhixin's legs and thrown directly at Yang Qichao's feet.

"Where's the lighter? You're dilly-dallying."

Yang Qichao smiled. He looked down at the young Qin Zhixin and walked forward to hug her.

"I remember now. You were very naughty when you were little."

"Are you sick? You don't even dare to steal the seasoning. I'll go steal it. You light the fire and burn the hair."

Qin Zhixin pushed him away, glared at him angrily, and ran away again. In the dream, Yang Qichao smiled, took matches from his pocket, and went to find hay to start a fire. The dead badger was thrown on the fire, its fur singed, and it burned with a crackling sound. Qin Zhixin climbed over the wall of a house, saw that no one was inside, crouched down and went into someone else's kitchen. A moment later, she came out, covering her pockets, and saw him with a smile on his face.

"I borrowed some salt and chili powder. Here, they're in my pocket."

Qin Zhixin's mischievous eyes narrowed, giving off the air of a shrewd little devil. It was then that Yang Qichao noticed that the flip-flops she was wearing were made of old tires. They were extremely rough and looked out of place compared to her extremely delicate little feet.

"Why don't you change your shoes? You can hardly run in these."

“This took me a long time to make!”

Qin Zhixin was furious.

"It's all your fault! If my mom found out my shoes were soaked, she would definitely beat me!"

Yang Qichao fell silent.

He remembered it all now. One time, Qin Zhixin came home wearing a pair of beautiful little foreign shoes, but the next day, she went into the river to pick clams and ruined her shoes. After that, she went back home wearing clothes that made it easy for her to mess around. And these ugly flip-flops were made by her by cutting up an old tire with a knife.

The flip-flops Yang Qichao is wearing now are made from old tires, which were made for him by Qin Zhixin.

"That was a good beating. You really deserved it. Your shoes weren't just soaked, they were completely scratched. You just like to avoid the serious issues. Next time Aunt Tang beats you, I want to see it too."

Qin Zhixin seemed not to hear. She brought a handful of hay to cover the dead badger, and the fire suddenly came up. Yang Qichao stepped forward and reached out to touch it. The flames licked his palm, but this was in a dream, and he felt nothing.

"Hmm. So, are you leaving?"

Qin Zhixin spoke behind him. Yang Qichao turned around, and the young, dirty-dressed Qin Zhixin was gone. She had returned to her real self, her bright and charming eyes fixed on him.

"Will you miss me when you go to Guangdong Province?"

Yang Qichao felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if something was clutching his chest. This feeling of lack of oxygen woke him up instantly. He sat up in bed, breathing heavily. After a long pause, he took his phone from the bedside table. Yang Qichao wanted to send a message to Qin Zhixin, typing a long string of words, but in the end, he deleted it all.

Chapter 122 Showing pride and luxury

The lights in dormitory 313 were turned off at night. Zhou Dahong sat on the bed and listened to Qiao Hua chattering.

The "two golden flowers" escaped the sea of ​​suffering and moved to a new position behind Qin Zhixin. Although they were still in the classroom and still had to endure the same arduous classes, the environment had such a profound effect on their mood. For Zhou Dahong, it was like jumping from hell to heaven. He had always listened to Qiao Hua's fantasies about Qin Zhixin. This fool praised her to the highest level, and Zhou Dahong had previously assumed that Qiao Hua was sexually repressed. But after getting close to Qin Zhixin, Zhou Dahong realized that Qiao Hua was not exaggerating.

It was so comfortable to get along with Qin Zhixin. Not only was her appearance impeccable, she was as charming as a fairy, and she was also quite modest. If Zhou Dahong swore, Qin Zhixin would say the same thing. Not only could she swear, she could also tell dirty jokes. She was so good at all kinds of jokes that she made him look like a rookie.

But even if Qin Zhixin is a vase, just looking at her looks and figure, she is the best among the vases.

Qiao Hua spoke with a certain agitation, his voice growing increasingly angry and sorrowful. Previously, it was Zhou Dahong who complained about the two golden flowers, and everyone listened with amusement. Now, it was Qiao Hua who complained about Zhao Jiajun, and everyone else listened with amusement. Now, he had completely replaced Zhou Dahong's niche in the 313 area.

It hasn't even been a day yet, but Qiao Hua feels that his patience with Zhao Jiajun is reaching its limit.

"He's showing off his tattered bracelet and watch like a piece of shit. I'm really impressed. He shows it off to me in class, in math class, in Chinese class, and even during evening study, he's still nagging about it. I don't understand. It might be valuable, but he didn't earn it. He said that ugly bracelet is worth 20,000 yuan, and that Japanese pen is over 10,000 yuan. Is that true?"

"I can't say for sure, but I've never seen one. Logically, beads are made of leftover wood. Even if they're made of golden nanmu, they can't be that expensive. The pen should be real. His pen is made of lacquer. He showed it off to me during summer tutoring. The craftsmanship is very complicated."

Ma Lisheng thought this sounded like someone's name and asked curiously, "Who is Jin Sinan?"

"You fool! This is a precious wood, even more valuable than mahogany. Rich landlords use it to make coffins. Who among you wants to eat shredded squid?"

Zhou Dahong had food stuffed in his mouth and spoke a little unclearly, but he was reluctant to swallow it. The squid strips had a fishy taste at first, but after chewing for a while, the salty and fresh aroma unique to seafood came out.

Qiao Hua was greedy and stuck his head out. "Give me some! Master, how much is the Jinsinan bracelet?"

"It's not worth much. What can the leftover materials from bead making be worth? Probably only a few dozen yuan. Dahong, give me some squid shreds too."

Zhou Dahong tossed out two bags of shredded squid one after another, one of which landed on Fang Bixian's quilt. Fang Bixian reached out from under the quilt, grabbed the bag, and tucked the outer plastic wrapper into the bed, throwing it to the ground.

Yan Wangfei, half his head buried in the quilt, said in a muffled voice, "Old Ma, are you eating melon seeds?"

"Would you like some?"

"Give me some, just a handful."

"I gave it all to you. There's not much left."

Ma Lisheng poked his head out from the upper bunk, tied the opening with a plastic band and threw it onto Yan Wangfei's bed. He also threw a handful of melon seed shells on the ground, making some crisp sounds.

"Fuck you guys, don't throw the garbage around. I'll clean it up tomorrow morning. Brother Ma! Give me some melon seeds too."

Qiao Hua had been feeling a little irritated for a few days, and had several blisters on his mouth. Even licking it with his tongue hurt, but he still felt greedy when he heard the sound of others cracking melon seeds.

"Master, Zhao's bracelet doesn't look like it was made by a machine. It's irregular in shape."

Ma Lisheng took out another bag of dried plums from the snack bag on the bedside table and chewed them carefully. "To be more specific, I heard him yelling during class, but I didn't go to see him."

"What can I say? Those beads are messy and ugly."

"Why don't you just change the subject? It's really boring to keep talking about that stupid egg thing. It'll shrink your eggs if you talk about it too much. Hey, Huazi, you know what, it's really nice to sit behind the campus beauty Qin. Even if I'm distracted, it's comfortable. Watching her in class from behind makes me feel good."

Zhou Dahong laughed out loud with joy, but Qiao Hua couldn't hold it back.

"Fuck, who did I offend? Zhao Jiajun shows off his watch and pen whenever he has time. I'm really annoyed. How did this idiot get into a key class? This morning he said his watch was a WC brand and cost tens of thousands. I was wondering if there's anyone who names their watch a public toilet?"

"That's called IWC, IWC. You, a homeboy, don't know anything about it. No wonder you didn't talk to Qin Zhixin even after sitting behind her for so long."

Zhou Dahong's previous position wasn't far from Zhao Jiajun, and Zhao Jiajun had shown off his watch to him. He didn't know much about the brand at the time, but later he secretly checked it out on an illegal internet cafe. Wow, the cheapest watch from this brand starts at over 30,000 RMB, and the chronograph model Zhao Jiajun was wearing cost over 100,000 RMB. Zhou Dahong couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

It's like having a car strapped to your hand.

"Love toilet? What kind of a name is that?"

Qiao Hua didn't react.

"Didn't you see the logo on his watch? IWC, three letters. It translates to IWC, not toilet."

"Well. He said his watch was very expensive, and I wanted to see it, but he wouldn't let me. But it looks pretty ordinary, doesn't it? I think Xinxin's watch is more beautiful. The bird on it looks like it's alive."

When mentioning Qin Zhixin, Qiao Hua started to get horny again, and his tone was very obscene.

"You're looking at her pretty hands, right? When she was handing out the handouts today, I saw her hand holding them and reaching out to me. Shh! Those little hands were so tender. I'm telling you, when Tan Peiyue handed me the test papers, I went to take them. I didn't dare touch anything that hand of hers touched, let alone the pig's trotter. I had to reach a few pages back to grab any place she touched on the handouts."

Zhou Dahong recalled a bad memory. He had personally seen Tan Peiyue rubbing a large piece of mud on his hands. It was a big black ball, and it looked like a small Chinese medicine pill, with a layer of oily sheen when it was illuminated.

"You touched classmate Qin's hand today? Good fellow, Zhou Dahong, you are being a hooligan!"

Yan Wangfei interrupted, unable to help but recall the feeling of Qin Zhixin rubbing against him that morning. Soft, elastic, and fragrant, both the top and bottom pair were absolutely the best of the best.

"No, how could it be possible! I'm an honest man. The test paper was received by Daxian. How long has Daxian been behind her? By the way, Daxian, have you touched her hand?"

Fang Bixian listened quietly, a bit excited. He'd done very well on the monthly exam. Although he usually appeared nonchalant, that didn't mean he truly "didn't take pleasure in material things." He was silent for a moment when he heard Zhou Dahong's question.

"I've touched it, it's very soft and smooth, as tender as tofu."

"Fuck, Daxian, I thought you were a serious person."

"Don't overthink it. I accidentally bumped into it when I was borrowing a book before. It didn't even last a second."

Fang Bixian stopped talking after he finished speaking.

"You can remember this so clearly? It's obvious that you were deeply impressed."

"Someone is coming!"

Ma Lisheng's warning was enough to make the dormitory quiet down, and everyone started pretending to sleep. His bed was on the upper bunk, near the door, and he could see outside through the exhaust vent on the door. He was usually responsible for keeping an eye on the dormitory chatter.

A flashlight shone through the small glass window of the dormitory door. The dormitory manager took a look inside and left.

Ma Lisheng stared at him, and waited until the teacher who was checking the dorms came upstairs before speaking. "He's gone far away. Continue."

"By the way, Huazi, how does it feel to sit behind Tan Peiyue and Chu Keke? Isn't it quite an eye-catcher?"

The previous topic was interrupted, and Zhou Dahong spoke again when he saw that no one was talking.

"Today I've been disgusted by that stinking piece of shit Zhao Jiajun. I admit I failed the test, but how dare he, a guy who ranked in the 40s, come and mock me?"

Qiao Hua remembered the humiliation he suffered today, sat up, and even couldn't control the sharpness of his tone.

"And he showed off his cell phone to me. What was there to show off? Do you know what else he showed off tonight?"

"He's like that. Just bear with it."

Zhou Dahong felt a little pity when he heard this. All the people sitting next to Qiao Hua were under pressure. Even a cheerful guy like Huazi would become mentally ill sooner or later.

"I don't want to fucking pay attention to him! He showed off his stationery to me at night, and I was like, 'Fuck it,' he said those crappy Japanese fountain pens are better than the ballpoint pens I use."

Feng Yizhong usually disliked Zhao Jiajun the most. He'd always thought the Zhao guy was a complete idiot, and now, seeing Qiao Hua completely disgusted, he offered some advice. "Hua Zi, stop talking. Just be patient for a few days and then ask Teacher Zhang to switch places. If all else fails, find a reason to fight him. As long as Zhang Wei feels the conflict between you and him is irreconcilable, he'll definitely switch places for you."

Seeing how miserable Qiao Hua was, Zhou Dahong didn't want to continue to expose his scars. "Old Yan, I haven't asked yet, how did you do so well in the exam this time? Do you have any secrets? Teach me."

"Yan Wangfei almost made the top ten last time. This is called steady progress."

"I was just lucky. Whether I can make it into the top ten next time is another matter."

"Don't be so modest. Keep doing it consistently next time and see if you can snatch first place from Lu Zude. Deng Lanying is really mad that you pushed her out this time," Ma Lisheng said with a sly tone. "She told Zhao Qingzi you might have cheated. If you fail the next test, Deng Lanying will probably tell everyone."

"Fuck, this is so unfair! How could Deng Lanying do this?"

"She's very narrow-minded. She even scolded Qin Zhixin before, saying that she didn't look decent and didn't have a decent figure."

"This gossipy woman Deng Lanying is just jealous and jealous. She herself has no breasts and no butt and says such sour things."

When Qiao Hua heard Deng Lanying's comments about his goddess, he couldn't help but complain.

"Hua Zi, keep your voice down! Don't attract the attention of the dorm manager."

"By the way, did anyone notice how Qin Zhixin did on the exam this time?"

"She's in the top 20, and in the top 100 in the grade. That's pretty good. She was at the bottom of the class in her last entrance exam."

"Master, you really care about classmate Qin."

Fang Bixian frankly revealed his thoughts. "I have to pay attention to her. She's so beautiful, how can you ignore her?"

"Hey, I saw you and the campus beauty Qin chatted for a long time during the break. What did you talk about? If you can, tell me."

Fang Bixian felt somewhat helpless. He knew that Qin Zhixin had always been the center of conversation, but their curiosity was too strong. Now even Yan Wangfei had become so gossipy.

"Nothing. Qin Zhixin got a new phone. I saw it before and borrowed it to try out its configuration."

"She also gave you her phone?"

"Yes, the campus beauty Qin is very easy to talk to. As soon as the immortal asked her to, she gave it to him without a second thought. My pen ran out of ink today, so I borrowed it from Xinxin."

Zhou Dahong said this with a happy face. He had not returned the pen he borrowed from Qin Zhixin today, so he secretly went to the store and bought an identical one and returned it to her. Qin Zhixin did not even realize that her pen had been swapped by Zhou Dahong.

Chapter 123 Image Mismatch

Qiao Hua was indignant after hearing this.

"Fuck, I can't even look at Zhao Jiajun's phone. He's like a psychopath."

"Hua Zi, you have to learn to be patient. Zhao Jiajun is nothing compared to the two golden flowers sitting in front of you. Did Tan Peiyue fart in your face today?"

Qiao Hua felt a little guilty. "No, I don't think she's as exaggerated as you say."

Zhou Dahong thought of all the terrible things that had happened in the past and felt his blood boiling for no reason.