After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

In his imagination, after he finished kneading her, Qin Zhixin would shyly nestle in his arms, the pair of pink jade-carved cantaloupes pressed tightly against her chest, rubbing against her, provoking her. She would smile foolishly, lean close to her ear, lick her earlobe, and ask him to wait for her in a corner of the school after school.

In reality, given this little witch's ruthless temper, if he dared to do this, he would see the police tonight and be completely disgraced the next day.

Yang Qichao spoke softly.

"The chair should have been replaced long ago. It makes noises when I sit on it. I never know when it might fall apart."

"Then it's obviously because you're too heavy! I've never encountered that before. Obviously, these can still be used for a few more years, okay?"

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes at Yang Qichao, but her features were so charming that rolling her eyes, a signature expression of a bitch who deserves a beating, looked like flirting to Yang Qichao. Combined with her faint body fragrance, it added a strange sense of ambiguity in the dim light.

But she was right.

Yang Qichao only looks thin, but his body is full of tendons. He doesn't look fat, but his weight is approaching 90 kilograms. As the old saying goes, he's "fat in the bones." Qin Zhixin, while ambitious and solid, has absolutely no fat where she should be thin. Her waist is so slender that you can barely hold it in your hand, like a watermelon on a grapevine. Her weight is at best in the lower middle range for girls her height.

The previous tables and chairs were old and had an old nail-pin structure, so it was inevitable that they would be loose. Therefore, no matter what weight you sat on them, they would make a creaking sound.

But Qin Zhixin is nostalgic, and she can't bear to throw things away even if they're no longer useful. She still has the solid plastic spoon she used to eat baby food as a child, so she doesn't see any reason to throw it away just because it makes a noise. The school is cutting down trees and replacing desks and chairs, and even though she's only been there two months, she's already used to it. Seeing these things being thrown away now still seems like a waste.

"You have a big butt, so it's normal that you can sit firmly on that broken chair."

Yang Qichao said this for some unknown reason, and his face didn't even turn red after he finished speaking.

Qin Zhixin didn't understand what was happening at first, but when she finally reacted she looked incredulous.

"Turtle! Chaozi, you've grown up and are now flirting with female classmates."

Yang Qichao's mind was a little confused. He stared at Qin Zhixin. He had wanted to tell her more than once that he was leaving soon, but he thought he should tell her on the day of his departure.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qin Zhixin started to stir things up again, her tone tender and teasing.

"Chaochao, you just said everything that was in your heart~"

She bit her lower lip lightly, and the cherry-red moisture in the dim sunset was shining with a few strands of moist brilliance, crystal clear and tempting to pick.

Yang Qichao took a deep breath to calm his mind. "I am describing objective facts."

"Tsk, you don't even admit it after I told you, you coward, what use do you have on the basket?"

"Be a lady."

"Hey, you're making such a conclusion based on how many girls you know! Besides me, which girl would usually approach you? You haven't read too many harem novels in bed, because those make-up characters are like this."

Qin Zhixin covered her mouth with her small hands, laughing like a fox spirit. Yang Qichao's dark face flushed, as if he had been exposed. But it was dark, and Qin Zhixin couldn't see. She just pinched her throat and began to imitate the eunuch's voice. "I am the king of special forces, the urban medical immortal, and the heir of traditional martial arts. Although I have no academic qualifications and look like an uneducated punk, once I go down the mountain, all the goddesses will be there, hahahaha."

She amused herself, and Yang Qichao looked a little unnatural because he had indeed seen these.

He loved reading this kind of book when he was in junior high school, often hiding in bed and reading until midnight. Later, he realized that they were all the same routine and stopped reading. At that time, he sent his favorite online novel to Qin Zhixin, thinking that she might like it. Unexpectedly, she mocked him for his poor taste that night.

After all, that was when I was in junior high school. I was young and didn't know anything, so I foolishly shared my privacy with her. I relied on Qin Zhixin to provide resources for my enlightenment.

"Stop talking. Go to the store and make fun of me all day long. I don't know how you can be so happy."

After some fun, the two of them walked along the cement road behind the Grade 1 teaching building. The trees on both sides of the road had become clumps, and the air was filled with a strong earthy smell.

There were many people coming to the boulevard to watch the excitement, gathering in groups of three or four. There were not only first-year high school students, but also many students from higher grades.

All the trees were sawed down in the morning. In the afternoon, workers were digging out the stumps, a task that couldn't be solved with just an excavator. The old trees had been growing for too long, and their roots were tangled beneath the mud. Many had grown beneath the concrete road. Using an excavator to dig directly into the stumps would likely crack the concrete.

The excavator had to first turn over the mud next to the tree stump, and let the workers go down and cut down all the trees on the side close to the cement road, and then pry the tree stump open from the other side.

Only a few scattered tree stumps remained on the boulevard; the rest had been dug out and thrown aside, leaving the cement path covered in mud. Newly planted red camphor trees lined the roadside, each with a straight trunk, roughly the size of a person's embrace.

Qin Zhixin, judging by the thickness of the camphor trees, estimated they were at least twenty years old. Camphor trees this old were definitely not cheap, and she couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Red-heart camphor trees are evergreen, with large crowns and dense shade, making Nanshigao much more beautiful in autumn and winter. Furthermore, camphor wood has a unique fragrance that strengthens the heart, relieves fever, refreshes the mind, and also has the effect of repelling insects.

Qin Zhixin approached the piled-up camphor trees and, seeing that no one was around except Yang Qichao, she let go. She kicked hard at one of the camphor trees, knocking off a small piece of bark. She turned around and showed off to Yang Qichao with a smile.

"Chaozi, look at me, am I really that powerful?"

Yang Qichao didn't say anything at first. She'd kicked the tree just now, and it hadn't moved, but the reaction had made her headlights shake. Her smug expression only slightly dampened the sensuality of the scene, but it made it seem like she was being pissed off.

"Does it hurt when you're kicked like that? You won't be able to go up to other buildings when you get back to the classroom later."

"Tsk, at worst I can just climb up. Chaozi, come and give it a kick. Kick towards the treetops. Once it's planted down, you won't be able to kick it anymore."

Qin Zhixin was being mean; she just wanted to see Yang Qichao kick the tree. She'd already knocked a piece of bark off, and her little feet were still aching from the shock, but there was something pleasurable about wrecking things. For a fleeting second or two of happiness, the pain could be ignored.

According to her experience, doing bad things requires inducement. For example, when she was in her hometown, when she wanted to use a BB gun to shoot someone else's sheep's testicles, she would not tell her purpose directly, but would "generously" share the toy gun with the child of the victim's sheep's family. After playing with it for a while, she would suggest hitting things, and only then it was the victim's turn to come forward.

"My leg is still broken. I'm a jerk for kicking a tree with you, right?"

"Isn't it just one broken leg? What are you afraid of? There's still another one!"

Yang Qichao sighed and stepped forward. He first squatted slightly and moved his left leg backward. After stabilizing his lower body, Yang Qichao's aura instantly changed from the original rigidity and dullness to solemnity. He raised his remaining good leg high, bent his toes backward, and chopped down quickly. A large piece of bark and the wood inside was split apart by his kick.

You know, the wood of camphor trees is dense, and a large piece of it was suddenly broken off by Yang Qichao's kick. Qin Zhixin was also frightened by this kick.

She secretly clicked her tongue in amazement. This grandson looked strong, but he was actually no more than a silver-plated spear head. He could kick the camphor tree into this state with one kick. In her previous life, "herself" could not be so powerful.

Qin Zhixin already knew that Yang Qichao was a fierce and powerful person, but she never expected his fighting ability to be so high. She really shouldn't overdo it. Otherwise, if something really happened one day, with her thin arms and legs, she wouldn't be able to resist at all, and she would be...

As her thoughts wandered further, Qin Zhixin's jade-like face felt inexplicably hot, and her cold white cheeks, as white as the finest white porcelain, also showed two red clouds as she imagined herself begging for mercy.

She couldn't help but feel weak when she saw Yang Qichao's strong muscles.

Chapter 157: Seeking Fish in a Tree

Qin Zhixin reacted in time. She had just experienced a very strong feeling. She shook her head vigorously in fear, trying to get rid of these "strange" thoughts. However, the more she did so, the more these intense imaginary images took root in her mind.

"What am I thinking about? I can't let my imagination run wild like this anymore!"

Qin Zhixin didn't want to think about it any further, but she had seen too many things, and her thoughts automatically diverged further, and had already diverged to the stage of being overwhelmed.

The system is not interested in the nonsense in Qin Zhixin's mind.

[What are you afraid of? This guy is just an idiot. He has the desire but not the guts. But you really should be more careful and stop getting yourself into trouble just for the sake of fun.]

"That's right. This guy is just an idiot anyway. That's not right! If I were to fantasize, I should be the one riding someone else! It's all this idiot's fault. How could he be so strong?"

Qin Zhixin recovered from her previous state, but her breathing was still a little rapid, and her eyes were slightly blurry. When she thought about how Yang Qichao had just frightened her, and even scared her to death, Qin Zhixin's face flushed again. Fortunately, Yang Qichao had his back to her at the time and didn't notice her strangeness. To ease her embarrassment, Qin Zhixin found something to do.

"Chaozi, this is wood in the tree canopy. If you kick it, it won't be covered."

Qin Zhixin spoke as she walked towards the wood Yang Qichao had just cracked with her kick, but now her body was trembling slightly. The stimulation had left her extremely sensitive, and even the friction of her clothes against her skin while she walked gave her a strong sense of emptiness.

She reached out and touched the cracked wood. The wood was damp and she could feel some moisture on it.

This is the touch that is unique to living trees.

"You kicked the tree and broke it. Now we have the evidence! But if you just bribe me, I won't tell the teacher about it."

Qin Zhixin said with a smirk, her hands on her hips. Still in a state of arousal, her eyes were seductive, shimmering with allure, a veil of spring water, ready to drown the fools who threw themselves at her. Her delicate face held a reserved, yet alluring air. Even though Yang Qichao was used to it, he was still subconsciously taken aback. But after hearing what she said, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to her.

This girl has been like this since she was a child. He never expected this girl to be serious.

Seeing that Yang Qichao didn't reply, Qin Zhixin raised her head and started talking nonsense again. "Buy me a bag of shredded squid and I won't tell you. What do you think?"

Yang Qichao gave her the middle finger and walked away without even turning his head. Qin Zhixin pouted when she saw Yang Qichao ignored her.

This bastard has made her weak now. Is it wrong to give her some protein or sugar to replenish her body? It's like a performance. She yells for a long time and finally sees someone fall into her trap, but the guy who fell into the trap doesn't follow her script at all. Isn't it all in vain?

Qin Zhixin was so angry that she kicked the broken wood again and quickened her pace to catch up.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go! Even toffee would be fine. Forget it, I won't argue with you. I just barely saw you do something bad."

Despite her constant chatter, Qin Zhixin believed that in this situation, whoever dared not speak up would lose. Yang Qichao ignored her and even gave her the finger, but he was guilty. And although she looked a little embarrassed, she was magnanimous and didn't bother with such a stubborn person.

Anyway, in her opinion, she must have won.

Yang Qichao stopped in front of a dug pit. A few classmates were standing sparsely nearby. Qin Zhixin spotted Fang Bixian and Zhou Dahong. When she got closer, she saw another person in the pit—a boy from Class 4. Qin Zhixin knew him well, but couldn't place his name.

The boy was digging with a piece of wood below, and soon he pulled out two large white worms. He grabbed them in his hands and climbed up excitedly. Qin Zhixin didn't know the scientific name of these things, but she knew they were called white grubs, and they were said to be delicious when roasted, with a flavor similar to pickled pork.

She was also a little excited, hugging Yang Qichao's arm and shaking it. Yang Qichao felt the extremely soft touch on his upper arm, and couldn't help but feel his blood rushing to his head.

"Chaozi, please catch one for me too."

"You want me to go down and catch it?"

Yang Qichao was a little embarrassed.

It wasn't that he was afraid of dirt, it was mainly because of a psychological trauma. When he was a child, Qin Zhixin, that bastard, had teased him with insects countless times. Even though they were things he could easily crush to death, he still felt uneasy when he saw them.

"Are you scared? Then I won't make it difficult for you. When I get down later, remember to help me pull myself up."

Qin Zhixin sensed Yang Qichao's embarrassment and instantly became agitated, beginning to blatantly add fuel to the fire.

"What do you want this thing for? To keep it?"

"Don't you think this chubby bug is cute?"

"What a cute thing! You're always causing trouble. Okay, I'll ask Yu Fang for one."

Yang Qichao looked troubled. If she fell into this trap herself, and the matter was exposed by those who were busy with the school forum, wouldn't he, Yang Qichao, be considered a less than manly person? Besides, Qin Zhixin's request wasn't excessive. It was just a bug. Perhaps she wanted to play with dissection during evening self-study. After all, she had done that in elementary school.

Yang Qichao was about to jump into the pit when Qin Zhixin stopped him in time.

"Are you really going to ask for it? I'm just kidding."

Qin Zhixin changed her mind at the last minute. Seeing Yang Qichao actually willing to go get her some worms, she felt relieved. She walked to the edge of the pit, where a tangled mass of severed tree roots lay, looking quite messy. In a couple of days, once the new camphor trees were planted, they would all be gone. The dead roots would rot in the mud, becoming nutrients for the new trees and worms.

Qin Zhixin looked at it for a moment and then felt bored. She turned to leave, but for some reason she stopped and dug into her jeans pocket, pulling out two fifty-cent coins. She held the coins in her palm, muttered something, and then tossed them in. Seeing Qin Zhixin's unusual seriousness, Yang Qichao found it amusing and offered a rare quip.

"What about making a wish? The offering is just two coins?"

"As long as the intention is there, it's fine. Besides, there are no Buddhas or statues here, so giving a little bit of melons and dates will be considered sincere."

"Then what wish did you make?"

Qin Zhixin's eyes were blurred. She first looked at the ground, then drifted to the air. She was stunned for three or five seconds before speaking in a low voice.

"Don't say it out loud, it won't work if you say it out loud."

Yang Qichao didn't answer. He pulled out a neatly placed five-yuan note from his wallet. He imitated Qin Zhixin's example, silently making a wish in his heart. Just as he was about to throw it into the pit, he was stopped by Qin Zhixin.

"I flipped two coins, one was my wish and the other was your wish."

Qin Zhixin's expression was calm, not the reserved demeanor typical of a girl her age, but rather an indescribable expression. She bit her lips lightly, her watery eyes narrowed, her expression seemingly waiting for something, yet without a trace of affectation. Her innocent and charming demeanor was pure and charming.

The orange sunset enveloped the beauty and scattered light through her hair. Her soft hair almost flashed a pearly color under the dim light, looking hazy and dreamy.

Yang Qichao just looked at her quietly, but Qin Zhixin didn't say anything else and turned back to walk towards the convenience store.

"Let's go to the store."

Yang Qichao took a deep breath, trying to calm his throbbing emotions, but all he could smell was the earthy odor of mud and the musty scent of rotting tree roots. He subconsciously licked his dry, chapped lips and stuffed the five yuan he was holding back into his wallet.

The banknote was wrinkled in his hand and was no longer smooth. It was as twisted as his feelings for Qin Zhixin.

He suddenly felt inexplicably sad. His emotions were like the tree roots in the pit next to him. He clearly thought that she had become a part of his short life, but this was a part that he might never reveal.

It does exist, he knows it in his heart, but does Qin Zhixin know it?

It's like a tree root in a mud pit, dug out from the darkness of the earth. It doesn't even want to express its feelings, but it feels inferior because of its musty smell. It's afraid of its own distortion, terrified of its own mediocrity, and then it huddles silently in the mud, waiting to rot in the spring.

Or, does she really care? There are so many people who like her, so what does she count for? Childhood sweethearts? No kidding, there are so many childhood sweethearts, but how many of them can finally be together?

He should be an upright person, a reliable person, a law-abiding person who does not covet beautiful things that he does not deserve.

Only when he is in this character, Qin Zhixin will be willing to get close to him.

The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking. Yang Qichao deliberately shortened his steps, which was a bit awkward for him, like the short steps he took on stage, but he had no choice but to do so in order to walk side by side with Qin Zhixin.

He recalled Qin Zhixin's expression just now, and looked at her calmly. The distance between them was less than two fists, and Yang Qichao could hug her in his arms at any time if he wanted to.

But he is not a reckless person. Her ambiguous attitude is a great reward to him. This is the best state between the two of them.

Yang Qichao felt a faint taste of rust in his mouth. The weather was too dry and his lips were actually cracked.

"I'm really curious about what wish you made."

Qin Zhixin turned around and gave him a cold look.

"I wish you would turn into a little demon!"

Yang Qichao almost fainted, and the sadness that had just been brewing in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you making personal attacks?"

"Who told you to gossip like a bitch? If you want to know my wish so badly, I'll tell you once we become sisters."

Qin Zhixin replied with a grin. Her playful expression was anything but serious; she was playful and charming, like a half-blooming crabapple tree shrouded in the morning sun, or a newly blooming peony blossoming in the spring sunshine.

Yang Qichao looked helpless.

"Come on, you are not serious at all."