Change the world with entertainment with Yokai Girl

"Don't come any closer!!!" Qin Jing let out a desperate scream.

From that day on, Qin Jing didn't engage in any communication, yet he was loved and respected by the entire class, who felt both sympathy and respect for him. The boys looked at him as if they were seeing a hero facing a demon king alone, while the girls saw him as a beautiful Cinderella-like boy being abused by his wicked stepmother.

What the hell is going on?! Qin Jing was so frustrated he wanted to throw his book. Ever since that day, he'd been completely targeted. Every day, that monkey teacher would come looking for him, dragging him into everything he did. This world is full of malice! This world is absolutely full of malice!

Just you wait! As a future literary prodigy, I'll definitely overcome this little setback and show you!

In a certain world, Zhuge Liang was reborn. To support the restoration of the Han Dynasty, he returned to public life. When he met Wei Yan, he blurted out, "My lord! This man has a rebellious streak and a particular fondness for stepping on candles!"

However, each time he was stopped by the Imperial Uncle, and each time Wei Yan managed to break into the tent and stomp out his Seven Star Lamp. This is the omnipresent malice of the world. Later, the strategist Zhuge Liang also resigned himself to his fate and stopped Jiang Wei from killing Wei Yan, saying, "This is my fate to die, not Wen Chang's fault."

Section 14. Going to school is like going to hell.

Qin Jing regretted it. People can muster the courage to overcome temporary obstacles, but they can hardly withstand the wear and tear of daily life. Even if your heart is as hard as stone, there are still examples of water dripping through stone.

Every day he endures the torment of his monkey-like teacher at school, and then he has to deal with Xiao Kui at home. He feels like he's about to collapse. If Xiao Kui, the mischievous devil at home, would only play jokes, cover his eyes, flip through the pages, or push and pull his hand when he's reading...

But Hanabatake Yoshiko! That monkey!

She actually snatched the book away from him while he was engrossed in reading. She dragged him around the playground, constantly nagging him. She was someone you couldn't reason with.

Even if Qin Jing wanted to resolve the matter through force, he couldn't even beat Xiao Kui, so how could he possibly defeat the agile monkey? He probably wouldn't even be able to touch her, and would instead get a severe beating.

Now, when Qin Jing sees the unruly children running around and playing in the kindergarten, she thinks they are as well-behaved as angels.

His mistake was that he shouldn't have listened to Qin Ma's arrangements so easily. He should have gone to the school himself to see for himself. Qin Ma inquired about the facilities, the students' atmosphere and performance, but forgot to inquire about the teachers. And what he shouldn't have done was to be assigned to this class.

If he'd known there were monkeys as teachers here, he would have preferred to go to that nearby kindergarten with the wild boars. Even the docile Peony, who could be a child's slide, is hundreds of times better than these monkeys. Why was she rumored to be a ferocious, large wild animal?

"I can't take it anymore! I want to skip a grade! I want to transfer schools!" Qin Jing whispered, holding her head.

"Hey, Qin Jing, don't go!" At this moment, several girls came up and said with concern.

"Qin Jun, what's wrong? Did Jiazi-sensei pull you aside to do something again?"

"Xiaojing, are you alright?"

Even though there aren't any formal Chinese classes yet, the children here can pronounce their Chinese names correctly, probably because there are quite a few Chinese programs on TV.

At this school, he discovered that there were surprisingly many people of Chinese descent, and surprisingly many people in this country had single-character surnames. For example, the sister sitting next to him had the surname Yuan, and there were also people with the surnames Ju, Ding, Quan, and so on. So his name was not at all eye-catching.

He was thought to be a quiet, bookish, and well-behaved young man, but for some reason, after he got involved in the farce on the first day of school, he attracted the attention of many children, especially girls, who would swarm around him at the slightest provocation.

"No, it's nothing." Qin Jing chuckled dryly, never expecting to be worried about by a four-year-old child.

"There's nothing we can do. Jing is Jiazi's favorite child." The girl glanced at Jing's face intentionally or unintentionally as she spoke.

"But it would be better if Jiazi could tone it down a bit," another girl said, looking at Qin Jing's face.

"Yes, Yoshiko is such a fun person if she just knows her place. My mom says someone as carefree as her might never get married."

"Does that mean you can only become someone's mistress? No way! Palace intrigue is terrifying. You might not be able to get pregnant, you might be turned into a human pig, or strangled with a bowstring!"

'Why? Why are these kids so mature when they talk about this topic?' Qin Jing wiped away her cold sweat.

"No, no! Yoshiko has a fiancé."

"Huh? No way!"

"Yesterday when my mom and I went to the mall, we ran into Jiazi. She was hugging a male college student and introducing him to us with a smug look on her face, even though the male college student seemed very reluctant," the girl recounted.

"Yako looks like that, but I didn't expect her to be so capable. Maybe the type of girl that serious guys can't handle is the one like her." The girls sighed, glancing at Shizuka intentionally or unintentionally.

Qin Jing smiled wryly, thinking, 'So I'm not the worst off after all?' She felt much better about that.

Just like the lyrics say, you don't feel lonely even when you're alone, because we're all looking up at the same sky.

However, Qin Jing still couldn't understand why all the mischievous kids in the class liked Jiazi so much, and why everyone seemed to have a lot of fun playing with her.

Do you all like Ms. Yoshiko? Why?

"Yes, because she's very down-to-earth and happily plays with us."

"Yako is amazing at swinging on swings. I want her to teach me how to do a 360-degree somersault and land."

"Yeah, playing football is great too, even though sometimes I don't understand the rules."

The children all thought she was actually very capable, even though she was a bit of a fool.

"Ah... I wish I had gone to the Peony Kindergarten next door." Feeling incredibly lonely, Qin Jing sighed helplessly.

"I advise you to give up this idea!" At this moment, a boy, disregarding the girls' encirclement, squeezed in and said.

"My dad said that the teachers there are the kind who might throw a dictionary at your face without warning. Such a thick dictionary! And that teacher, who has purple hair and is a very beautiful person, I never imagined she would be such a ruthless devil." The boy stretched out his arms to show the size of the dictionary, his face ashen as he spoke.

"You're talking as if you saw it with your own eyes," someone asked.

"Oh... actually, that female teacher was my dad's high school classmate. After I enrolled here, my dad even took me there to show off to that woman."

"And then?" Qin Jing asked curiously.

"Then... my dad was knocked to the ground by the dictionary..." The boy recalled that tragic scene and covered his face in sorrow.

As expected, this world is not that simple. If you only think about escaping, even if you jump over one pit, there are countless more pits waiting for you ahead.

"Are you alright..." Jing regretted asking such a cruel question.

"It's okay. After being unconscious for five minutes, my dad stood up without any injuries. My dad often says that he's a man with no redeeming qualities other than being very physically strong," the round-faced boy said proudly.

"Is that so..." Jing nodded, thinking, 'But that's not something to be proud of.'

"Don't be so down, Shizuka! Next time Yoshiko bothers you, just call my name, and I'll definitely come to your rescue." The round-faced boy, Haruhara Yoshitada, clenched his fist, raised his thumb, and said loyally.

"Thank you, Haruhara." Shizuka looked at the round-faced boy who loved playing soccer with gratitude.

"Don't be shy, just call me Yang Dingtian!"

"No... I'll still call you Chun Yuan. It's hard to pronounce your name." Jing refused. The name always reminded him of the minotaur on Bright Peak in the works of a master of NTR. The next generation leader was extremely good at stealing love and planting grass on other people's heads. Perhaps it was because the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth had been perfected and had the effect of reversing NTR.

"How could that be? How could such a cool name be hard to pronounce? You're from China, right? A Chinese-style name is easier to pronounce, isn't it? Oh well, call me whatever you like! We're good friends, after all." Chun Yuan laughed without thinking much of it.

"Mm." Qin Jing nodded happily. Although she didn't know when they had become good friends, she accepted the boy as a friend because of his loyalty!

But then again, if Jing isn't mistaken, Yang Dingtian's father was probably a slacker back then. Why would he do something like this to his son? He's definitely his biological father! His dad must have been hit by too many dictionaries!

"Boys, get out of here!" The girls who couldn't stand it anymore pushed Sunohara away.

"Whoa!" Sunohara fell to the ground, rolled to the corner of the wall, made a muffled thud, and disappeared from Shizuka's sight.

Because a girl quickly stepped forward and filled the empty seat.

"Jingjun, let's play house together~. I'll be the mom, and you be... Ahh~!"

"No, Jingjun, let's draw together."

"Jingjun, come play! Let's jump rope together."

"What's the point of all that? The boys are still here to play soccer, as expected," said Sunohara, who had seemingly come back to life.

'Is the head I just bumped really okay? What a strong physique. Next time, I'll try having Haruhara provoke Monkey Teacher and kidnap her treasured bananas as a hostage. Hmm... let's try different ways to defeat Monkey Teacher one by one.' Qin Jing thought to herself.

The toilet seat is a family heirloom, a bloodline limit that allows for instant resurrection—why not use it?

"Boys, get out of the way!" The girls erupted again, shoving Sunohara out of the way. Sunohara rolled over and ended up in a corner, crashing into the wall again.

'No... I'm a boy too, why are they all crowding around me?' Qin Jing thought to herself. What's so interesting about her face that everyone's coming over here?

Completely baffled, he could only lower his head and read, making half-hearted responses, hoping the girls would get bored and leave. But these girls seemed happy just staring at his face, and the predicament of being surrounded by unruly boys remained unchanged for a long time.

'But being too cold might make the other person cry, which could be troublesome. How should you deal with children this age?'

Calmly gathering her emotions, she tried to keep her tone calm, neither too intimate nor too cold. Having prepared her speech, she put down her book, stood up, and looked sincerely at the girls. She wanted to tell them that she didn't want to hurt anyone; she just wanted to be a mascot for quietly reading.

"Oh... Xiaojing made eye contact with me."

"No, look at me."

Just as Jing was about to speak, someone else spoke first.

"Wait! You guys, don't be so noisy over there! It'll bother other people."

"Mind your own business... No... I'm sorry." The girls, who were about to retort, immediately fell silent when they saw the person who came in.

"Sorry, Miyazawa-kun, we'll call it a day now." The girls obediently dispersed.

The person who spoke was the most authoritative figure in the class; some people saw her knock several delinquent elementary school students to the ground.

If Qin Jing was someone who was loved and respected by all the boys and girls in the class in just one week, then this person was someone who established authority in the class in just that short period of time.

She was none other than Emma Miyazawa, a brown-haired girl with a ponytail. At first glance, she seemed like a sunny girl, but in reality, she was someone who captivated all the boys in the class, who were willing to be her underlings, and whom all the girls avoided.

Seeing that the mischievous children had all dispersed, Qin Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief. She said, "Isn't this child the daughter of my mother's acquaintance?" She expressed her gratitude and waved to her with a smile.

"Hmph!" Emma Miyazawa gave Qin Jing a disdainful look.

I thought to myself, 'This guy is faking his smile. He's prettier than most girls, always glued to a book, and seems completely clueless about what he's thinking.'

Emma Miyazawa was born into a family of monks; her father had succeeded as the abbot of a temple in the nearby mountains. She grew up listening to the chanting of sutras in the temple, and even at a young age, she saw many worshippers coming to the temple to pray and offer incense every day.

Gradually, she developed the ability to see through people's hearts. She could tell to some extent who was truly devout and who had done something wrong to seek peace of mind.

She couldn't understand Qin Jing at all; her soul was a mixture of all sorts of murky things.

Although she didn't feel like those hopeless pseudo-believers who come to pray to gods and Buddhas not to wash away their sins, but for their desires, wanting peace of mind but never changing their ways, she felt even more turbid.

The only thing that's certain is that this guy is no ordinary child! He's an untrustworthy weirdo.

I never imagined that I would be born on the same day, in the same hospital, and in the same ward as someone like that.

Just thinking about it gave her goosebumps, and Emma Miyazawa walked away in disgust.

'Ugh... I think I'm being disliked.' Jing lowered his hand, feeling awkward. He decided to read his book while no one was around. Once Teacher Monkey came, it would start making a ruckus again.

A few seconds later...

"Jing~Jun~! Come play!" A shrill voice rang out from outside the classroom door, and Teacher Monkey ran in.

Section 15, Chapter 15: Qin Jing is a dangerous person.

One day, the monkey in the flower field suddenly appeared, snatched the book from Jing's hand as she was reading a crucial part, looked at it, and said, "Jing, are you reading a detective novel?"

The monkey, without permission, flipped to the last few pages of the book, grinning broadly, and said, "Let me tell you about the culprit! Ah! The culprit is... oh!"

"Ughhhhhh...!!!" Jing covered her ears and shook her head desperately, trying not to let that name enter her mind, but it was all in vain. The more you try to forget something, the clearer the memory becomes.

But just like the example of 'don't think about elephants,' it's all in vain.

What a deep grudge! What a deep resentment!

At this moment, Qin Jing clearly understood what it meant to be powerless as a weak person, and why so many people were keen on fighting and killing, and why so many people were single-mindedly focused on becoming stronger. It was precisely because they clearly recognized their own weakness that they longed for the power to easily end all unpleasantness!

However, humans cannot defeat apes in a direct confrontation.

I once read that someone proposed such a theory in a book.

Technological advancements are the root of human extinction; the stronger the technology, the weaker humanity becomes.

It is said that as technology develops, humanity is actually weakening, because the more sophisticated the mechanisms that provide convenience in life and the more tools we rely on, the more we have lost the ability to return to a life in the forest.

Just like in the news, some young people, after watching Bear Grylls or other wilderness adventure shows, would take a knife, a cell phone, and a power bank and go on an adventure into the deep mountains and forests. They didn't know how big the temperature difference was between the mountain and the foot of the mountain, and they didn't know how to start a fire. Because they got lost and couldn't get out, they froze to death on the mountain that night.

Such a thing would have been unimaginable to people who relied on the mountains for their livelihood decades ago.

Similarly, the lack of electricity, cell phone signal, and WiFi in the area, which used to be taken for granted, have become the subject of disaster movies in modern times.

Just as people were celebrating who broke the record and pushed the limits of human capability in the Olympic Games.

Modern humans have long since degenerated. No matter how much we exercise, we can no longer return to the feats of tens or hundreds of thousands of years ago, such as carrying a sharp stone spear, chasing prey for dozens of kilometers to exhaust them, taming wolves and wild boars into dogs and pigs, or smashing mammoths to death with stones.

With the advent of technology, humanity has become bound. Without cell phones, cars, and the internet, normal human life can no longer be sustained. Just as humans domesticated livestock, technology has tamed humanity.

The more advanced a civilization is, the lower the status of humankind becomes.

From a religious, anthropocentric perspective, humans are considered the most intelligent of all beings, created by God to govern other creatures. Such arguments are becoming increasingly untenable, as many have come to accept the concept that all life has a soul and that all beings are equal.

Darwin's hypothetical theory of evolution overturned the authoritative status of humans as the offspring of gods and dragons, suggesting that they evolved from apes.

In modern times, however, people's perceptions have changed.

'Huh? Aren't monkeys in nature nobler than evil humans?'

'I'll kill anyone alive, even a god!'

Yes, in modern times, human thought has moved beyond the level of diverse schools of thought; it's become a fog of confusion, a chaotic mess of ideas. Some believe that humanity is inherently evil, persecuting other creatures. Some have even chosen to stand on the side of other species, condemning those who attack and harm them, vowing one day to raise the banner of Caesar the Ape.