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"No way, the contract has been signed."

"Hey, my little bastard always likes to look at some weird things, and sometimes he talks..."

Qin Zhixin was shocked. How could this gossip be directed at her? Tang Longlong also heard it and winked at her.

"Hey, I don't know what's wrong with Manwen. It seems like he's not focusing on studying these days."

"Manwen is much better than that jerk in my house. Let me tell you, I've caught her playing games until midnight more than once. She thought she was hiding it well, but when I touched the computer case, it was still warm."

Tang Yuyu's voice became louder, and everyone outside could hear it clearly. She seemed to realize something and lowered her voice again.

"Oh no, your computer might be gone."

Tang Longlong didn't even bother to lower his voice and started to mock directly. He was just enjoying the fun and was so happy that his back teeth were showing.

Chapter 170 Language Talent

Going back in time, when Qin Zhixin was sent to her uncle's house by Tang Yuyu, the second grade of Nanling No. 1 Middle School had just finished school.

As the bell rang, the second class in the afternoon ended, and melodious saxophone music began to play from the campus loudspeakers. However, this music was played too many times, so often that people became numb and even bored.

Weekends at Nanyi High School are flexible. For example, normally, freshmen and sophomores are dismissed after their first afternoon class, while seniors are dismissed after their second afternoon class. However, with the junior high school entrance exam approaching, the weekend "half-day break" has been reduced to dismissal after second period.

Liu Tingjin shoved a thick stack of geography notes on his desk into his folder. He didn't bother to care that a few of the outermost pages were wrinkled; he was always sloppy. Although Tang Manwen and Liu Tingjin were in the same key class, Liu Tingjin's family background meant he should have been in the international class.

His grades were barely passable. In the joint exam of seven schools at the end of last semester, he ranked over 400. These seven schools were all ranked in the top 50 in Jiangsu Province, and with a combined ranking of over 400, Liu Yujin could more or less be called a "top student."

After "packing up" the lecture notes, he started shaking his legs in his seat. He didn't stand up until Tang Manwen packed up her lecture notes properly and stood up.

The focus of teaching in the second year of high school is now entirely on the junior college entrance examination in two months. Even the class time for the three main subjects of Chinese, mathematics and English has been greatly shortened.

Jiangsu Province's college entrance exam format differs significantly from that of other provinces, requiring students to complete four minor subjects in their second year of high school. While this might seem like a bit of a stunt, there's no other way around it; regulations are set from above, and they must be followed.

Tang Manwen's face flushed slightly. Liu Tingjin's hands were unruly. Just as they were leaving the classroom, Liu Tingjin took advantage of the door to slap her hard on the butt. Ever since she deliberately didn't wear the bunny bra last time and let Liu Tingjin notice, it seemed like a switch had been turned on between this guy and Tang Manwen.

Just hitting the "bumper" just now was already a small matter. Just last week after school, Liu Tingjin dragged her to the top floor of the teaching building to help him pick it out with his hands.

After some psychological preparation, Tang Manwen obeyed and did as he was told.

Liu Tingjin looked a little chubby, but his thing was really big. Tang Manwen's hands were tightly gripping it, but they couldn't hold it in place. After almost ten minutes of trying to get it out, it still didn't come out. Liu Tingjin's eyes were getting more and more fiery as he looked at Tang Manwen, and the intensity of his gaze made Tang Manwen feel scared.

She felt out of control.

She didn't like the feeling of losing control. She was like a shepherd boy tying his cows with a thin hemp rope. Her control over Liu Tingjin was completely limited to his "honesty," or "morality." Now that Liu Tingjin was starting to act dishonestly, all he had to do was kick her, and the hemp rope that bound him would break.

After more than ten minutes, Liu Tingjin still hadn't come out, but her breathing was becoming increasingly rapid. Tang Manwen pretended to be frightened by Liu Tingjin and burst into tears. She had practiced the expression and sound of her tears, and it was only because the lights were off in the attic that Liu Tingjin would have noticed that Tang Manwen was sobbing but not crying.

Liu Tingjin panicked when Tang Manwen started crying. He realized he had gone too far and later let Tang Manwen continue. But he only behaved well for a few days. Now he was constantly doing things like secretly spanking her and touching her headlights.

After school, the two walked side by side. Liu Yujin whispered something in Tang Manwen's ear, touching her discreetly as he spoke. Perhaps it was some intimate joke, but it made Tang Manwen laugh non-stop. Tang Manwen's laughter was clear and crisp, like a silver bell, overflowing with youthful energy. It was so alluring that it made several boys who deliberately approached her blush, and even those at a distance frequently glanced sideways.

Feeling the gazes of others, Liu Tingjin didn't take it seriously and looked shameless.

He stood straight, his belly thrust forward, looking completely foolish, as if he hadn't just been the one telling jokes to the female classmate. Tang Manwen remained calm, her cheeks flushed crimson with shame. Her collagen-filled face looked like a plump, green peach in the sunset. She felt embarrassed and annoyed by the gazes of the others around her. She feigned annoyance and nudged Liu Tingjin's ribs with her elbow, her face looking as if she was about to get angry.

But Liu Tingjin was still laughing and acting very unruly.

"Wenwen, I've made a reservation at a restaurant for the day after tomorrow. It's Japanese food, and the chef is from Japan. He'll only be in Nanling for a few days before leaving. Why don't you give it a try?"

Tang Manwen rolled her eyes at him.

"This is Nanling. We eat Japanese food. It's almost the same as eating Japanese food."

"This is a new era. There's plenty of time for that later. Seriously, Yakitori, it should be pretty good. It's very famous in Japan, and there's even a documentary about it on Douban. Guess how much one costs."

Liu Yujin's face was full of mystery, and Tang Manwen was not interested. Seeing that Tang Manwen was too lazy to guess, Liu Yujin did not show any embarrassment and just made a "two" gesture.

"two thousand?"

Liu Tingjin nodded, noncommittal. Even though Tang Manwen's family was a relatively powerful bureaucrat, her pocket money was limited. It was absolutely impossible for her to spend two thousand on a chicken meal. But Liu Tingjin was different. He had no concept of pocket money. He didn't have any bad habits anyway, so almost all his money went on food.

When Tang Manwen wanted to buy something small and was still budgeting carefully, Liu Tingjin would probably only think of swiping a credit card.

What money could an underage student have to spend anyway? Xinhua Nation's three new majors: cars, marriage, and raising children—all three of which Liu Yujin didn't touch. Even if he did, his family wasn't financially secure, so the cost wouldn't be a concern. And as for smaller items like game consoles, computers, and cell phones, Liu Yujin didn't need to buy them either; there were always people who would give them away.

"That's too much. What is yakitori? Sushi?"

"Haha, it's grilled chicken, but the Japanese style is different from the regular style. They will separate the chicken into different parts to preserve the best flavor of the chicken."

When Tang Manwen heard that it was roast chicken, the calm expression on her face almost broke.

"No matter how exaggerated it is, it's still roast chicken. If you buy roast chicken for 2,000, you'll end up in the hospital. If you let me spend 2,000 on a chicken, I might as well skin that devil. Tibetan human skin magic tools are not that expensive."

"Ah ha ha."

Liu Yujin was truly embarrassed. Tang Manwen and Qin Zhixin were sisters after all. Tang Manwen was only good-tempered and usually reserved, but once they got to know each other better, she could get quite aggressive. He felt the need to shift the topic away from the gory content and towards something more bourgeois.

"Wenwen, what you said is too violent. It scares me. It's just an experience. I don't like Japanese food that much. The last time I ate sushi, it was also a stunner. The chef didn't wear gloves when he was making the sushi. After eating, I was so exhausted that I even passed out when I went back home. The soup at the back was translucent."

"Stop, it's time to have dinner, don't talk about this."

"Well, what are you afraid of? You still dislike your husband."

Liu Yujin secretly rubbed Tang Manwen's butt, grinning foolishly. He knew that yakitori was a scam, and that Japan's impressive eating habits were all developed in the mid-to-late 19th century.

Tempura, for example, was introduced to Japan by Portuguese sailors. Teppanyaki, a traditional Spanish culinary tradition, was introduced by Japanese merchants in America in the early 20th century. Japanese curry originated from English naval curry, a gift from British "heavenly soldiers." Ramen was developed after the war to use up excess flour in America and the veterans and refugees from the failed invasion of China. The only food tradition that can be considered native to Japan is nigiri sushi, which became popular in Japan after the fall of North China and the seizure of large quantities of rice by Japan.

But in the final analysis, this is just a piece of cheap fish on rice with rice vinegar.

If English is a language that can invade any language, then Japanese food is no less so. Not only Japanese food, but Japanese is just as slangy as English, if not more so. The two chatted and laughed all the way to the school gate. From a distance, Tang Manwen spotted her mother, Chu Ran, and her aunt, Tang Yuyu. She waved at them, and Liu Yujin saw her too.

Liu Yujin had met Tang Manwen's mother, Chu Ran, more than once. She was a well-maintained auntie who looked like a beauty even in her youth. But the person standing next to Chu Ran had Liu Yujin losing his mind for a moment. He quickly asked Tang Manwen about it.

"Wenwen, do you have any sisters in your family besides you and Qin Zhixin?"

Tang Manwen knew who he was talking about the moment he heard it. This wasn't the first time someone had asked her that question. Tang Yuyu and she were practically spitting the same spitting image. Tang Manwen's features, figure, and temperament were all like a younger version of Tang Yuyu. And that damned girl Qin Zhixin's playful nature was a perfect match for Tang Longlong. She'd been close to Tang Longlong since they were little, and they looked more like father and daughter than she, the legitimate daughter, did.

The two sisters completed a strange "ntr" on some level.

"What are you looking at? That's my aunt, Qin Zhixin's mother."

"Oh my god, no, she doesn't look like that. She doesn't look that old. Your mother looks middle-aged. Look how old your mother is."

"My aunt is one year older than my mom. When the time comes, I'll tell my mom that you think she looks old."

Tang Manwen had a blank expression on her face. Liu Tingjin was frightened the moment he heard it and quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, you're my sister. Oh my god, your aunt looks so much like you. I just thought your dad had an illegitimate daughter out there."

Tang Manwen's breathing became rapid after hearing this.

"Liu Yujin, if you can't speak, then don't speak. You can offend three people with just three sentences. You are a talent."

Liu Tingjin smiled bitterly and pursed his lips. He wanted to say something else. Not only was Tang Manwen's father handsome, he also looked like a playful guy. It was impossible that he had not cheated on his wife. But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

"Give my regards to Auntie for me. I'm leaving now."

Chapter 171 Recoil Fighter

It was not until late October that the Teaching and Research Office of Nanshi High School issued a notice about the school's midterm exams, and the notice was only three days before the exam.

Qin Zhixin returned home in a daze, still a little dazed. She suddenly felt that the world was changing so fast. She didn't know what emotion this was, maybe anxiety, maybe heartache. She knew it was definitely not because of the exam. Qin Zhixin didn't care about failing the exam at all. She felt uncomfortable because of Yang Qichao.

She was a little absent-minded. She entered the bedroom and threw her schoolbag directly to the ground, not caring that there was a notebook borrowed from Yang Qichao in it.

And Yang Qichao had already given her this notebook.

He said he was leaving, leaving before midterms. He was going to Guangdong Province, to attend school in Shenzhen. His father worked in Shenzhen, at a private company. The benefits and salary there were good; one month's salary and benefits were equivalent to more than half a year's worth of his father's in Nanling.

Qin Zhixin let out a long breath. She didn't know if Yang Qichao would come back after he left. She always liked to play dumb. She knew Yang Qichao liked her, but she didn't know whether she liked him or not. Saying "like" was too easy. Even "liking" itself was simple. Just "not hating" was enough.

But Qin Zhixin couldn't quite put her finger on her feelings for Yang Qichao. He was too foolish, his desire always written on his face, etched in his eyes as he looked at her. Maybe, just maybe, her feelings for Yang Qichao were simply that of a familiar person she didn't dislike, nothing more.

Qin Zhixin walked into the bathroom and saw a pretty and charming girl in the mirror, without a trace of haggardness on her face.

Her delicate face, delicate as a slab of jade, shone a faint pink under the dim bathroom light. After a day of overexertion, Qin Zhixin's almond-shaped eyes were dull and melancholy, which, combined with her youthful appearance, made her look as pure as a snow lotus blooming on a snowy mountain. Just looking at her made me feel pity, and I wanted to pull her into my arms and comfort her softly.

But her figure and temperament are too charming and enchanting, creating a strange sense of disconnection with her elegant and refined facial features.

Qin Zhixin turned on the bathroom heater and filled the tub. She went back to her room to get a change of underwear and then retrieved two red grapefruit slices from the refrigerator's crisper before returning to the bathroom.

The heater bathed her in warmth, the hot water flowing through the tub, steam rising, even creating a thin layer of mist on the mirror. Qin Zhixin reached out and rubbed it roughly. Her reflection was impeccably beautiful. She knew exactly why those people approached her and tolerated her. Even Yang Qichao sometimes looked at her with the gaze of a hungry beast.

After all, her personality is not that good.

Qin Zhixin's tender little hands caressed her skin, and she felt a slight electric shock.

Isn't this what they desire most?

Tolerance, obsession, and pursuit.

Are you seeking your own spirit or your own flesh?

Qin Zhixin reached out her hand and gently stroked her face, rubbing the smooth and soft flesh on her cheeks. She felt a sense of satisfaction for no reason and her eyes narrowed.

"It's really bad."

Qin Zhixin muttered to herself. Greedy, lustful, vain, short-sighted, weak, timid… She gazed at the goddess-like form in the mirror, but her gaze pierced through the eyes reflected in the mirror. She knew she had so many flaws, but she had no desire to change. Not only did she not want to change herself, she didn't want anyone else to change either.

Yang Qichao's abrupt departure was like a hole in her mask, shattering her heartless mask and exposing her ugly, mediocre, and sensitive heart to the sun. Her heart was just poking its head out of the cocoon and was burned by the sun.

Qin Zhixin's eyes were a little dazed.

She always felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker recently. It wasn't because she was tired, but she simply wanted to find a place to lean on. When she was with Yang Qichao, it was easy to have a strange feeling, an impatient request, which was a signal that she was inviting him.

She is weak, which is something she can easily conclude if she can reflect on herself.

There was a hint of gloom in Qin Zhixin's eyes.

Hot water gushed from the faucet. Qin Zhixin turned around and peered at her own reflection in the mirror. Her pure black hair, as smooth as the finest satin, draped softly over her shoulders.

In his "previous life", "he" liked the back of a beautiful woman the most.

Qin Zhixin recalled the tastes of her "previous life" with a dazed look in her eyes.

The soft lines of her back and smooth skin practically shimmer under the gentle light of the massive crystal chandelier. Ideally, she'd be wearing a well-cut dress made of smooth fabric. That elegant, elusive, swaying silhouette is enough to captivate, leaving one unable to stop. The curvaceous curves and charmingly voluptuous hips are a sophisticated allure, a moment of stunning beauty in a single turn, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

"He" caught the butterfly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Qin Zhixin tutted her words. Now, in her view, her "previous life" was just pretentious. Clearly, she didn't want to play anymore, yet she resorted to using some bizarre, so-called "aesthetic" theory to deceive herself. Like all that messed-up etiquette, it was the product of a panicked, overindulgent life.

Qin Zhixin's gaze continued downward. Under the yellow light of the bathroom heater, the porcelain-white leather reflected a faint luster. The exaggerated waist and hip curves were comic-book-level, but not at all abrupt. Qin Zhixin opened her red lips slightly and licked her lower lip with her tongue.

She is a person who gives up easily. She can easily give up her "hobbies" and also give up her feelings.

The memory of her "previous life" had such a lasting effect on her that it made her always view her current life with a cynical attitude. In Qin Zhixin's view, her "previous life" and Yang Qichao in this life were two completely different extremes: one was an out-and-out scumbag, the other was an honest and dull fool.

She has never been a good person, Qin Zhixin knew it, Qin Zhixin knew it clearly. But she herself couldn't figure out why she became friends with Yang Qichao. Tang Yuyu said that women need to rely on others, and she knew that the first person she thought of who she could rely on was Yang Qichao.

Qin Zhixin's breathing was a little rapid. She rubbed her hands on the mirror, which was fogged up again. The warm yellow light of the bathroom heater dyed her body with a layer of almost pink texture. The foggy mirror made her body look hazy and no longer real.

She didn't know how to treat Yang Qichao. If only she were still a child. Back then, little boys and girls were no different; they were all just kids. All they had to think about all day was where to go and how to scrape together their pocket money to buy fried chicken strips and grilled chicken racks.

It's not like now, people have grown up, life is no longer just silly and happy, there are so many other things, too much to explain. She is already a quasi-adult, Yang Qichao is also a quasi-adult, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, people their age probably had children.

She shook her head and stopped thinking about it for the time being.

Qin Zhixin gathered her hair into a ball. The bathtub was almost full, so she stretched out her foot to test the temperature. When she felt it was about right, she lay down. First, she felt a shiver of warmth, then a deep sense of relaxation washed over her.

She moaned softly in pleasure. It was cold, so she should take more baths. She loved the feeling of being enveloped in the hot water. After soaking for about half a minute, she reached out from under the water, her still-drenched hands, and picked up a petal from the edge of the tub. She carefully peeled it open and stuffed the red flesh inside into her mouth.

At school and on the street, she has long been accustomed to those meaningful looks.

Slippery, salty, and bad...

She always felt that her body had become somewhat filthy after being immersed in these gazes for a long time, but she liked their gazes, the gazes that wanted to devour her alive gave her a slight sense of danger, which made her feel very comfortable, but also very dirty. Dirty to the point that she needed to wash it over and over with hot water to remove the slippery dirt on the spiritual level.

Qin Zhixin put her hands together, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it above her collarbone, letting the water flow down. Her legs swayed gently in the water, and the water wrapped around her brought a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of floating, making her unable to help but sink.

The cell phone rang, but Qin Zhixin ignored it and continued playing with the water for a while before going to get it.

Message from Liu Yujin.

"Liu Yujin: Is your mother really thirty-six years old? I just checked the household registration system."

"Liu Yujin: Your mother is not a vampire, I'm going to..."

"Liu Yujin: Why don't you look like your mother?"

"Liu Yujin: I found a photo of your mother from 02. Oh my god, she looks so much like your sister now. The more I look at her, the more they look alike. Your family is outrageous."

Qin Zhixin was a little intoxicated just now, but now she was completely disgusted by Liu Tingjin's nonsense and felt nothing at all.

She casually replied with a "poop" icon.