After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The residential complex is newly built, upscale, and this bungalow is perched high enough that the balcony offers a view of the Daya Bay coastline. If the air isn't foggy, the balcony even offers a breathtaking view of Sanmen Island, nestled in the middle of the sea. Recently, Sanmen Island has been purchased, and Wang Tianzhuo occasionally spots small yachts moored at the simple dock near the island.

The villa's interior design is rather peculiar. The living room furniture is a mix of rosewood and pearwood. The rosewood furniture has a simple pattern, while the pearwood has a distinctly Fujian and Guangdong aesthetic, giving it an old-fashioned feel. In fact, it's actually an old piece from the Guangxu period of the previous dynasty, purchased at a high price by Wang Tianzhuo's father in Taining County, Fujian Province.

A Brno crystal chandelier, imported from the Czech Republic, hangs in the center of the living room, while beneath it hangs an antique screen found somewhere else. The floor is half tiled wood and half vitrified tile, and the overall decor is modern and minimalist. This creates an eerie, glaring incongruity, and would likely suggest to outsiders that the owner of this villa has a limited aesthetic sense.

But this is Wang Tianzhuo's favorite house. He chose the entire house, from decoration to furnishings, and he will live in it no matter how ugly it is.

Although the house is big, his private bedroom is not big, and it can even be said to be a bit cramped.

The room was only a little over 10 square meters, and the ceiling height, after the aluminum plate ceiling, was only 2.5 meters high, so high that you could touch the ceiling from the bed. The bed was a standard 1.5-meter-wide single bed. Besides the bed, the room contained two computer desks, a high-end computer chair, and a storage rack, leaving little room for footrest.

This is Wang Tianzhuo's private space. As a child, he always had trouble sleeping. He'd heard from others that a small room could help "gather qi," while a large one would easily disperse it. After moving to a smaller room, his sleep improved significantly. To this day, he never sleeps in the large bed in the main guest room unless he has someone to keep him company.

At this time, Wang Tianzhuo was lying on his bed fiddling with the fruit tablet in his hand. The quilt was messy and a large pillow that lived in his body fell to the ground.

The pillow was filthy, with many oil stains on it. He had just been released from the police station less than five hours ago, and soon after he was released, he talked about his experience at "Touch Sheng House". Unexpectedly, his experience was found to be a business opportunity by Hunyuan Dachu.

Wang Tianzhuo started living off his parents right after graduating from university, never even working half a day. But he also knew that with his temperament, working would be a real pain.

In the group, Hunyuan Dachu was talking dirty, and Muzigou was arguing the whole time.

As long as there is such a thing as Hunyuan Dachu, there will definitely be filth and dirt hidden there.

Wang Tianzhuo just watched, feeling a little tired, and yawned. He found his wife in the drawer of his computer desk. He wasn't sure if she had washed it, so he put his nose to sniff it. It smelled like silicone and a pungent perfume. He picked up the pillow, rubbed it vigorously to remove the grease stain, and threw it back into the drawer.

It suddenly occurred to him that he was not like this three years ago.

I was very pure at that time.

No, it should be said that he was very pure since he was a child. Even when he was in high school, he was still like a fool. A group of people surrounded him during breaks and dragged him to the school canteen because he always paid the bill.

It is a blessing to suffer losses.

Wang Tianzhuo suddenly felt empty, so he got up from the bed and turned on the computer.

　 How would you view yourself now in the light of your past self?

Wang Tianzhuo never had any great ambitions. Seeing how good his life is now, his former self would probably envy him. He didn't get angry at all when Hunyuan Dachu said something about being an otaku, even though Wang Tianzhuo considered himself an otaku.

But I have to say that the idea of ​​Hunyuan Dachu is quite profitable.

In 2013, online shopping was just taking off, and it was like a blue ocean everywhere. This thing, plus packaging and storage costs, could probably be had for 50 yuan. Selling it for just over 300 yuan is just nonsense. A low price of under 200 yuan would be good, and promotion and marketing are free anyway.

It only takes a little time for them to post advertisements on the Chushou+ forum, which means that after deducting the cost, the profits are almost all pure profit.

He and Dachu have known each other for almost three years. At that time, he was still in college and had nothing to do.

They first met on Tieba. At that time, Dachu already had some reputation. In other posts, when people asked for resources, "he" could always find the highest-definition magnets. Out of admiration for the guide, he added Qin Zhixin's Penguin account.

Relying on the system's memory, Qin Zhixin's usual gossip left a deep impression on Wang Tianzhuo.

The two of them would often chat about everything under the sun, and for the first time, Wang Tianzhuo felt how knowledgeable a person could be.

At the time, Qin Zhixin suggested building a resource site for everyone's convenience, labeling each film with a search bar that could quickly search by serial number, name, and tag. Furthermore, a user tier system would be implemented, allowing registered users who reached a certain tier to upload content. To diversify the resource site, a proper resource section and a free discussion section would also be created.

Wang Tianzhuo was rich and had plenty of free time, so he immediately decided to work with a big shot and rented a server.

With the guidance of Mu Zigou, who studied programming, and the help of Han Heng, another like-minded netizen, the resource site, called "Tentacle+", was built in just one week.

This name is simple, straightforward, and stereotyped to the point where even just looking at the name gives you a vague feeling of something not serious.

The year 2010 was when tentacle elements were extremely popular. Small production studios were acting as if they would not make carp animations without tentacle elements. Even three-dimensional animations were being made with tentacles, churning them out in large quantities, completely desensitizing tentacles, which were supposed to be horror elements.

After attracting traffic from Tieba, BBS and resource groups, "Chushou+" has now become a comprehensive forum with an average daily active user base of over 8,000 and a large number of sections. During holidays, the daily active user base can even exceed 30,000.

In addition to sharing various informal resources, posts asking for serial numbers, discussing games, complaining about life, chatting about current affairs, and talking about one's own emotional experiences all have a large flow of traffic.

Wang Tianzhuo was indeed tempted by Hunyuan Dachu's suggestion to make cups.

As a second-generation rich kid, his greatest contribution to his father's business was to stay out of it. He had a clear vision for himself: he wasn't afraid of second-generation rich kids just enjoying themselves, but he was afraid of them starting businesses. While those didn't cost much, running a business could cost astronomical sums if they messed around and broke their funding chain. Wang Tianzhuo knew his own abilities well, content to be a freeloader, not interfering with his father's business.

But now Wang Tianzhuo really feels that he can do it.

Not for the sake of making money, Chushou+ has already burned through nearly 50,000 yuan.

While this amount of money was insignificant to him, the supporters were all motivated by love and the spread of the Holy Light. He'd considered paying them salaries, but even offering the other three members a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan each would still be a drop in the bucket for him. After all, he spent more than that on women each month.

But for a website that is almost impossible to make a profit, the monthly salary that Wang Tianzhuo pays would require the website to post advertisements for at least three or four years. Anyone can see that the meaning of this so-called "extra money" is just to have fun with Rich Brother.

Wang Tianzhuo didn't want this to happen, as it would put pressure on him.

But he had poured so much effort into the website, and he didn't want to see the veterans of Chushou+ forced to leave just for a few bucks when the site was going strong. Especially since Han Heng had complained in the work group beforehand, saying that his girlfriend of several years had broken up with him before they even graduated.

It’s still because of poverty.

Han Heng is a graduate student majoring in nursing. Nursing is not like clinical medicine. No matter what your academic qualifications are, you will be like a slave in the hospital, and the work is heavy and the pay is low.

Wang Tianzhuo knew Hunyuan Dachu was just talking nonsense, but he was considering giving it a try. Making some money would be good; at least it would help the maintenance staff with their living expenses. If he couldn't make any money, he'd just lose a little. The machine was secondhand anyway, so he wouldn't lose much if he sold it. If the product didn't sell, he could just chop it up and sell it as raw material, which would still give him some profit.

"Mr. Pickled Cucumber: When I contact the manufacturer, what should I do about the specifications and design? Hunyuan Dachu"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Damn it, are you serious?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: I just said that."

"Mr. Pickle: It's not worth much. I've thought about it. Even if I can't sell it, I can still use it as raw material."

"Hunyuan Dachu: Don't look for me, I'm a good person and I don't do this kind of thing. Laofang knows how to do it. He's very good at using those softwares, and he studied materials, so his major is suitable."

"Mu Zi Gou: You don't know anything? What's the point of living? Can you reincarnate? I'll let you try underwater escape, okay?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Supermarket you, wait for me to bury you alive"

Wang Tianzhuo didn't continue to check the group and went straight to find Fang Shicheng.

He is quite familiar with Fang Shicheng.

Although this jerk always likes to argue with him, he is definitely a top student and a bastard. Just this morning, he watched a fight and even recorded it.

If Wang Tianzhuo encountered such a thing, he would definitely not be like Fang Shicheng and record a blurry video with mosaics.

Wang Tianzhuo’s phone is a flagship model, so the videos he takes are absolutely clear!

Chapter 15: Last in Class

The entrance exam results for the key classes were in, and within a day, the rankings were also released. Class monitor Liu Qinxiong had printed out the class rankings and the overall rankings for the key classes, pinned to the edge of the blackboard with magnetic clips. Five sheets of printed A4 paper were covered in dense writing.

The students were making noise during the break, but suddenly they became quiet.

Qin Zhixin leaned over and looked eagerly towards the blackboard. She felt that the report card seemed to emit an ominous smell, which made her feel uncomfortable even though she was separated by half the classroom.

Fang Bixian had just finished using the restroom and was coming in through the front door. He glanced at the report card as he passed by and saw that he was in the top 100 of the key class and in the top 10 of his class. He happily exclaimed, "Wow!" When the students in the audience saw someone coming to check their results, they all rushed forward.

Zhang Wanbai also went there, and Qin Zhixin went up to take a look. It took her a long time to find her name at the bottom of the list.

She ranked 55th in her class with a score of exactly 315. She was ranked 219th out of a total of 220 students in the key class, so she has great room for improvement.

No, she really made progress and ranked one place higher than her high school entrance examination.

Although she knew early on that there were many hidden talents in Nanshi High School and had no hope for her performance after this terrible performance, Qin Zhixin still managed to break through the defense.

Before the results came out, she could pretend to be an ostrich, bury her head in the sand and continue playing with her phone, but now that the results are out, and they came out so quickly, she didn't have time to think of an excuse to fool Tang Yuyu.

Before the Jiangsu Province college entrance examination reform, the total score was based on only the three core subjects of Chinese, mathematics, and English. Before the second-year class division, the score for Chinese, mathematics, and English was 160, 160, and 120. After the class division, there was an additional test for Chinese or mathematics, depending on whether the students were liberal arts or science students. The additional test was worth 40 points, and together with the 5 points from the junior high school entrance examination, the total score was 485.

With a total score of 440, her score of 317 wasn't bad at all. In other key high schools in Jiangsu Province, scoring over 300 points in the first year of high school was definitely considered top-notch.

The student with the highest score in the class was Lu Zude, with a total score of 440, he scored 371 and ranked 62nd in the grade.

[Tsk, the top student in the class didn't even make it into the top 50. Aren't those rocket class students too strong?]

[What are you saying? Do you have the right to say that? Look at how far behind everyone else you are. You still have the nerve to do that. Look at Yang Qichao. He scored 395. Even without writing an essay, his Chinese score was at least ten points higher than yours!]

[Holy crap, what's Chaozi's score? 395?! Holy crap, second in the grade... Holy crap! The first in the grade got 417, a full 100 points higher than me. What an asshole!]

Qin Zhixin's eyes widened, and her lips slightly opened.

"System, why are you so useless? Look, someone like Zhou Xinshu, who doesn't even have a system, scored a hundred points higher than me."

[You are such a coward, such a loser, you play games all day and mess up your life, hanging around with all sorts of shady people.]

"You're useless, aren't you? Can't you give me some skill like a photographic memory? I feel like I've been forgetting things lately."

Qin Zhixin clicked her tongue and wanted to see who was the last in the grade.

[Don't look at it. The last one scored more than 50 points lower than you. He didn't take the math test, but only took the Chinese and English tests. You are the last one.]

[Holy crap?! What should I do?]

What should I do?

[Of course, how am I going to explain this to my mom? This test is definitely over.]

The system feels that its blood pressure is a little high.

If she only looked at her ranking, Qin Zhixin would be doomed. But then she thought about how she had gotten in with the lowest score in the key class! And judging by her ranking, she wasn't even last.

This can only be called unclear progress!

Qin Zhixin felt that she had convinced herself and a silly smile appeared on her face.

Zhang Wanbai stood beside her and wiped her tears. Qin Zhixin's scalp tingled when she heard the crying.

[This little girl is crying non-stop, isn't she? She's not going to jump off a building if she fails a test one day, is she?]

[He got 33rd. He probably has never done so badly before. Tsk, if you had half the self-improvement he did, you wouldn't have gotten the worst score.]

Qin Zhixin couldn't help rolling her eyes.

If I cried, you'd definitely say I was faking it, so why would I cry? Instead of wasting time on whining, why not have some fun? It's just a test, what's the big deal? I didn't even say anything.

[Are you getting too proud? I think you deserve a beating!]

Qin Zhixin didn't dare reply. She'd already assumed she was most likely to finish last, considering the previous high school entrance exam simulations had shown her level barely enough to get into the regular class at Nanshi High School. Getting her into the key class would be like a rat dropping in rice soup.

"If I tell Tang Yuyu that my grades are better than what I got into school, will I avoid getting beaten?"

You can slowly explain to Tang Yuyu how you've improved so much. When she asks about your ranking, just tell her you're in the top 300 in your grade.

Qin Zhixin suddenly felt dizzy. There were less than 300 students in the key class. With this result, she would definitely need to send a text message. How could she not mark the total number of students?

Thinking about how Tang Yuyu would ask me how many points I got and what my ranking was in the evening with a dangerous smile on her face, as if she already knew the answer.

Then Qin Zhixin changed the subject.

Then Tang Yuyu smiled and asked Qin Zhixin to lie on the bed.

Then my mother asked Qin Zhixin to stick her butt up on the bed.

Then Qin Zhixin's butt was bruised.

[No, don't think about what happens next. It's too scary.]

A certain little beast shuddered.

……

Qin Zhixin is sometimes like a stubborn donkey, and only moves forward after being whipped hard.

She didn't even want to do well on the opening exams; that was unrealistic. Even if she could only get into the top 50 in the class, she would be happy enough.

But she is deservedly ranked last, which is not a good thing.

She didn't dare leave the school for dinner at night. She ate in the cafeteria and even took Yang Qichao with her.

She ordered herself a serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and vegetables. Normally, she should have secretly played with her phone while eating, but now she was so anxious that she didn't even have the heart to check her favorite forum.

Thinking that Tang Yuyu might not go to the late-night snack shop to work and stay at home just to keep her company because her test scores had so much room for improvement, Qin Zhixin lost her appetite and only took two bites before stopping.

The girl felt more and more regretful, and her chopsticks casually scratched the half-remaining food on the plate.

Yang Qichao's appetite was as good as ever. His plate was filled to the brim with food. He ate like a pig, not caring at all about his image in front of Qin Zhixin.

Qin Zhixin had already thought of Tang Yuyu asking Yang Qichao's mother about Chaozi's score. When she asked, she found out that it was almost 400 points, and then her mother rounded it up to 400 points.

Looking at himself again, his score was just over 300, which was rounded up to 300 by Tang Yuyu.

What was originally “only” a few dozen points away has now become a full hundred points away.

Qin Zhixin felt a little regretful.

If Yang Qichao also failed the exam, then that night I could say to Tang Yuyu: Mom! Yang Qichao also failed the exam!

Maybe this time the beating will be lighter.

Before, we weren't in the same school, and I couldn't beat him on the exams, so I just turned a blind eye. Tang Yuyu used him as an example, and I just had to be tough. Now we're the same age, and we have weekly exams. Peer pressure is instantly building.