After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

But now Yang Qichao has transferred to another school, and Qin Zhixin has to go out alone for meals and after school.

Fang Bixian sighed. A week ago, few people would have cared much about Qin Zhixin, considering she had Yang Qichao. But now that Yang Qichao was gone, the BBS was full of people gloating over her misfortune. It wouldn't be long before all the swarms of flirtatious people started showing up.

Qin Zhixin was too dazzling. She was so dazzling that she looked like a trophy bestowed upon the world by heaven. Fang Bixian couldn't imagine what kind of man was worthy enough to win her heart.

Fang Bixian always felt that Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao's close relationship was just a shield for her. After all, Yang Qichao was not outstanding enough.

If this were true, then this behavior was unethical, as it inexplicably increased Yang Qichao's risk. Fang Bixian had seen more than one instance of someone threatening to break Yang Qichao's leg on No. 1 Middle School's BBS. No. 1 Middle School wasn't as prestigious as Nanshi High School, and many students who paid to attend the International Department barely learned English in class, and when they had nothing else to do, they began to pick up girls.

But those threats were limited to online chatter.

But this does not mean that Yang Qichao was absolutely safe. The act of approaching rare treasures was itself a grave sin. Yang Qichao's background and family did not allow him to commit any evil, so no matter how good his grades were, it would be useless.

Fang Bixian was horrified to discover that he was just like the other boys, obsessed with Qin Zhixin. He was obsessed with everything about her.

He was no longer greedy for her flesh, he also wanted to get close to her spirit.

Fang Bixian swallowed, his raised Adam's apple sliding up and down. He closed the handouts on the table and took a deep breath, trying to cool the fire in his heart.

The air in the classroom was always stagnant, especially when it was cold. With over fifty people crammed into a classroom for sixteen or seventeen hours at a time, the smell was truly unpleasant. But today, there was a strange, stench, like the aroma of unfermented beans.

But Fang Bixian didn't care.

He was close enough to Qin Zhixin that he could smell her alluring and addictive body fragrance. Fang Bixian had some admiration for Yang Qichao.

If Yang Qichao really grew up with Qin Zhixin as others said, then Yang Qichao was able to hold back, and he really was the real Liu Xiahui of Nanshi High School. If Qin Zhixin had treated him the same way she teased and toyed with Yang Qichao, he would probably be eating cabbage stewed with potatoes in a juvenile detention center now.

Qin Zhixin was like a cat carved from gemstones. But even the most skilled craftsman, even the finest gemstones, could not match her allure one ten-thousandth of it.

She is so gorgeous that she is almost a demon, but she is wild inside.

Naughty, disobedient, naughty, stubborn, and trouble-making...

But you must first enjoy it.

He felt disappointed for no reason. He knew his position, so he knew he had no chance at all. Fang Bixian's mind began to spin, and he felt exhausted.

Suddenly, there was a sound of smashing and smashing in front of the classroom, followed by Zhao Jiajun's angry roar.

This happened so suddenly that Fang Bixin was so scared that he almost jumped up from his seat. He raised his head and looked.

Everyone in the class was looking at Zhao Jiajun, and so was Qin Zhixin.

"Are you fucking sick? Did you eat shit for dinner? You've been farting since last night."

Zhao Jiajun yelled at Tan Peiyue. Fang Bixian's face darkened when he heard this. He realized there was a stinky, fermenting bean smell in the classroom today. It turned out to be Tan Peiyue's fart.

Fang Bixian smelled the odor of rotten beans as soon as he started evening self-study today. He thought someone was eating stinky dried tofu in the classroom, but he never expected it was Tan Peiyue's fart, who had been quiet all night.

Zhao Jiajun didn't stop cursing. He took the handouts on the table and threw them at Tan Peiyue. Tan Peiyue's hairy face flushed red with anger. She stood up suddenly and kicked Zhao Jiajun's desk hard. Her strength was so great that the desk hit Zhao Jiajun directly, knocking him down onto Li Jinjin's desk behind him, knocking over Li Jinjin's desk as well.

Li Jinjin let out an artificial scream.

Zhao Jiajun's eyes flushed with anger. He climbed up from the ground, grabbed the pencil case on the table, and smashed it towards Tan Peiyue's face. Tan Peiyue slapped the pencil case away, roared, and pounced on Zhao Jiajun.

Liu Qinxiong shouted twice on the podium, "Stop fighting!" and then watched the excitement with an excited look on his face.

He couldn't control it, and he didn't want to. He was even a little excited at the moment. Liu Qinxiong didn't like either Zhao Jiajun or Tan Peiyue. Zhao Jiajun was a goofball, a second-dimensional idiot who always ended his sentences with "daisuo" (daisuo), and he always wanted to show off, acting like a fool in front of others and behind their backs.

Not to mention Tan Peiyue, if Liu Qinxiong was not the squad leader, he would not want to pay any attention to her at all. His eyes would hurt if he looked at her for one more moment.

Therefore, Liu Qinxiong was also happy to see the dog-eat-dog situation at this time.

Chapter 176 One-way Output

"Let's fight! Let's fight! Stop reading and watch the fun! Zhao Jiajun and Tan Peiyue are fighting!"

Qin Zhixin looked excited. She stretched out her little hand and kept shaking Zhang Wanbai's arm, motioning her to look. She estimated that she had not seen such an intense fight since she graduated from elementary school. The last time Zhou Dahong and Tan Peiyue "fought" each other, it was too short. This time, it was Zhao Jiajun's turn, who was obviously more "durable" than Zhou Dahong. She didn't know how the fight would end.

Zhang Wanbai looked at the noise made by the two men, who had knocked over three tables just after fighting, and said in shock.

"Tan Peiyue is so strong!"

"Nonsense, look at the weight. Holy shit!"

Qin Zhixin tried to explain. Although she understood, she couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw Tan Peiyue unilaterally attacking Zhao Jiajun.

Tan Peiyue was 5'6" tall and weighed 170 pounds. Zhao Jiajun was considerably taller, but weighed about the same. While there was a significant difference in strength between men and women, it was statistically significant and didn't apply to Tan Peiyue. Leveraging her weight, Tan Peiyue curled her plump, black-haired hands and used a pair of sharp claws to scratch. She also used two powerful pendulums to suppress Zhao Jiajun, sending him stumbling.

Zhao Jiajun was furious, and the fight was unsportsmanlike. He didn't care that the other person was a woman, even though Tan Peiyue's appearance wasn't overtly feminine. He yanked on Tan Peiyue's hair, causing her to scream in pain. "Ouch!" she cried out, unable to control herself, and let out a fart barely louder than her scream.

Tan Peiyue's butt was facing Qiao Hua, who had been enjoying the fun, but was suddenly "looking directly into the abyss." Qiao Hua felt only the damp, hot air rushing over him. He breathed in subconsciously, then retched with a "wow!" Qiao Hua couldn't suppress his physiological reaction and vomited directly.

Zhang Wanbai and Fang Bixin, who were near the window, opened the window at the same time as if by telepathy. They felt their eyes were dirty.

But Qin Zhixin almost laughed out loud when she saw this. It looked more like the undressed boars in the pigpen, butting their heads against each other in the mud pit.

Zhao Jiajun spat on Tan Peiyue's face. Not willing to be outdone, Tan Peiyue also spat back.

This time, even Qin Zhixin couldn't stand it anymore. She smiled bitterly and turned to speak to Zhang Wanbai.

"Baibai, open the window, it's too dirty."

"It's already open. It's been open since that guy polluted the air."

The two men spat at each other a few more times, feeling that their magic attacks could not break the opponent's defense, and the fight became more and more intense, and finally they wrestled with each other.

Tan Peiyue was completely furious and opened fire on Zhao Jiajun.

Although she was half a head shorter than Zhao Jiajun, she weighed about the same as him. Her shorter stature and lower center of gravity gave her more strength. With a leap, Tan Peiyue pinned Zhao Jiajun down. Zhao Jiajun stood up, only to fall backwards again, crashing headfirst into Li Jinjin's arms.

Li Jinjin was petite, not even as tall as Tan Peiyue, and weighed just over 90 pounds. How could she withstand the impact of these two strong men? She had been screaming just now, but now her voice was instantly silenced, her eyes white, and she was pushed onto Qin Zhixin's desk. The books on Qin Zhixin's desk were scattered all over the floor, and Qin Zhixin's cell phone, which was hidden among the books, fell directly to the ground and was thrown far away, landing at Yan Wangfei's feet.

Qin Zhixin was now anxious. She wanted to get it, but Zhao Jiajun and Tan Peiyue had already started fighting next to her. Qin Zhixin could only shrink next to Zhang Wanbai. She also pulled Li Jinjin in front of her to prevent the unlucky Li Jinjin from being affected again.

Li Jinjin's face was pale and looked a little sick, and she was still trembling in Qin Zhixin's arms.

Zhao Jiajun was pushed by Tan Peiyue all the way to the back of the classroom. He wanted to push Tan Peiyue, but his lower body was unstable and he kept stumbling. Tan Peiyue, perhaps feeling the strain, gritted her teeth, hugged Zhao Jiajun's waist, lifted him up, and rushed him straight into the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

After the two of them moved aside, Yan Wangfei took the opportunity to pick up Qin Zhixin's phone. Qin Zhixin hurried to check it. Fortunately, she had installed a phone case, otherwise her new phone might have been scrapped this time.

Zhao Jiajun, at a disadvantage, began scratching Tan Peiyue's face with his nails, screaming insults as he did so, leaving several bloody marks on Tan Peiyue's face. Tan Peiyue gasped in pain and delivered another elbow strike to Zhao Jiajun's left chest. Zhao Jiajun was nearly breathless from the blow, but it was also because of this elbow strike that Tan Peiyue let go of Zhao Jiajun, allowing him to get down from the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

Zhao Jiajun got on all fours and tried to get away from Tan Peiyue, but Tan Peiyue rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Jiajun's hair and smashed it against the tiles on the classroom wall.

Zhou Dahong was stunned, feeling something was amiss. He hurried to the podium, where he could see Tan Peiyue's one-sided criticism of Zhao Jiajun more clearly. He spoke to the monitor, Liu Qinxiong.

"Will they get into trouble if they keep fighting like this?"

Liu Qinxiong watched numbly, weakly shouting, "Stop, stop!" But he didn't even move forward, his butt rooted to the podium. His "Stop" shout was purely to appear like he was trying to stop the fight; it was perfunctory. Zhou Dahong watched as Zhao Jiajun was struck twice in the stomach by Tan Peiyue's two powerful hip thrusts. Zhao Jiajun's face paled after these two powerful blows.

Even though Zhou Dahong himself hated Zhao Jiajun, he still felt a little reluctant at this moment.

"Squad leader, stop howling. If you keep fighting, something bad will happen."

Liu Qinxiong sighed and pushed Zhou Dahong beside him.

"You're going to persuade him? Three or four normal men wouldn't be able to get close to Tan Peiyue with her physique. It looks like she beat him hard, but look at Zhao Jiajun, he's still howling. He's fine. Don't worry, even if something happens, it's not our fault."

Liu Qinxiong finished his words and stepped down from the podium. Being a class monitor wasn't easy, but he'd done everything he could say and do. This way, even if the fight got fiercer, it wouldn't be his fault. Zhou Dahong followed closely, and so did Ma Lisheng. Ma wasn't there to stop the fight; he just wanted to get a better look.

The three of them walked to Qin Zhixin's seat.

Qin Zhixin gathered the scattered books and pulled a bag of mints from the hole in her desk, sharing them with the people around her. She sipped on the candy while happily watching the fight. The window to her side connected to the corridor outside, and people from the neighboring classrooms also came out to watch the fun.

Zhang Wanbai covered her mouth, stared with wide eyes, and watched the fierce one-sided beating.

Zhou Dahong stood up, chewed the mint candy in his mouth and swallowed it, then leaned back in his seat and said with certainty:

"I bet a bag of Weihu spicy strips that Tan Peiyue wins."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes at Zhou Dahong.

"You still need to tell me that? Didn't you see that Zhao Jiajun was almost beaten to a pulp?"

After Qiao Hua finished vomiting, he also came over. He was speechless when he got close to Qin Zhixin, but in his heart he shouted, "Good fight!" If he didn't think it was too wicked, he would even want to applaud and ask the two to fight harder.

Feng Yizhong was secretly annoyed when he saw that the squad leader was only able to shout and not stop. It was obvious that if Liu Qinxiong stepped forward to help the two men, they would probably stop fighting, but Liu Qinxiong refused to do anything and just stayed away and made empty promises. Feng Yizhong felt that letting Liu Qinxiong hold the position of squad leader was a real waste!

The class monitor, the highest position among the students in the class, should be given to a kind-hearted and public-spirited person like Feng Yizhong.

If Feng Yizhong was the class monitor, he would directly call on several boys in the class to go down the field and separate Tan Peiyue.

But what if he were to go and pull it himself? That would be too dangerous, and Tan Peiyue is too ugly, so forget it.

Fang Bixian sat in his seat, watching with a bit of boredom. He had a high opinion of himself, thinking both Zhao Jiajun and Tan Peiyue were slaves to their emotions. If he were Zhao Jiajun, there would be no fight tonight.

Especially Zhao Jiajun, that idiot, was beaten so badly by a girl. He is really a piece of cake.

Since no one stepped forward to stop the fight, and fighting is inherently physically demanding, for ordinary, untrained people, fighting with all their strength is even more tiring than a 100-meter sprint.

In less than three minutes, Tan Peiyue was too tired to hit him anymore, but she still pulled Zhao Jiajun's hair and refused to let go. Zhao Jiajun lay on the ground with his head in his hands, groaning. He couldn't howl anymore.

Gao Qingjian's angry curses could be heard from outside the corridor, and he sounded a little breathless.

"What are you doing? get out of class isn't over yet, what are you doing outside the classroom? You're outrageous!"

Hearing the teacher coming outside, Tan Peiyue let go of Zhao Jiajun's hair, and Zhao Jiajun fell to the ground. Even though the head teacher came, Tan Peiyue still kicked Zhao Jiajun on the ground.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiajun burst into tears of grievance. He felt completely humiliated, and like a heartbroken little girl, he lay down outside the classroom crying, then stood up and ran away, knocking down a boy who was watching the excitement at the back door.

Tan Peiyue returned to her seat, and Chu Keke quickly took out the tissue from the table hole and handed it to her, asking her to wipe her face.

Normally, Chu Keke never put tissues on the table because if she did, they would be quickly used up. She was reluctant to spend two yuan on a pack of tissues, but seeing how badly injured Tan Peiyue was, she definitely wouldn't be stingy.

After the fight, Tan Peiyue felt a burning pain. She wiped her face with paper and it was covered in blood.

Chu Keke said with some worry.

"Why don't you go to the infirmary? Zhao Jiajun looks quite large, but why does he use his nails when fighting?"

Chu Keke had just finished speaking when Gao Qingjian walked into the classroom. As soon as he entered the classroom, he seemed to smell something, pinched his nose and waved his hand.

"What's that smell in your classroom?"

The classmates were silent, but the culprit, Tan Peiyue, looked normal. She was only concerned about the pain on her face. Gao Qingjian noticed that Tan Peiyue's face was covered in bloodstains. She was wiping the wound on her face with a napkin.

He couldn't help but frown.

"Where's the other guy in the fight?"

Liu Qinxiong raised his hand and said, "He just ran away."

Gao Qingjian just felt a headache.

There were always minor incidents before major exams, with fights being the most common. Normally, minor frictions could be tolerated, but with the anxiety and pressure of the exam, even the smallest friction became unbearable. The students, in a fit of rage, resorted to fistfights. He had considered disciplining the two involved in the fight, but fearing it would affect the next day's exam, he had to change his plans.

"Who is your squad leader? Call that person over. The infirmary is closed now. I'll take you to the hospital."

Chapter 177 Repeatedly

Ye Xiaosu and Yang Qichao left Nanling by plane in the afternoon. Most of the large and small bags of miscellaneous items in his house were sold, and only clothes, bedding and Yang Qichao's books were sent to Shenzhen.

Yang Qichao's father, Yang Qinyuan, had arrived in Shenzhen last week and rented a two-bedroom apartment there, costing over 6,000 yuan a month. Fortunately, Yang Qinyuan's new job at Huawei in Shenzhen paid him well enough, so 6,000 yuan a month was a drop in the bucket. In a few years, his salary and year-end bonus alone would be enough for him to buy a small apartment in Shenzhen.

Even though it wasn't big, it was a house in Shenzhen, China's cutting-edge technology center, a leading technology city in Asia, and even the world. In comparison, Yang Qinyuan's house in Nanling was practically a mud house in the countryside. What was so good about Nanling? Aside from its historical heritage, it was a completely second-tier city.

Ye Xiaosu's car in Nanling had been consigned to a dealership. Tang Yuyu drove mother and son to Nanling's Lukou International Airport that afternoon, waiting until Ye Xiaosu and Yang Qiguo had cleared security before leaving. Tang Yuyu drove onto the Ring Expressway, deliberately slowing down when she reached the East Ring Service Area.

She had a particularly vivid memory of this stretch of road. Whenever Qin Zhixin's godfather, Zhang Yunting, flew back from abroad and she went to pick him up, there would always be incredibly stupid stray cats darting out from this stretch of road. If the driver lost their focus and subconsciously swerved to avoid these stupid cats, there was a high probability of a car accident.

Tang Yuyu had been driving along this stretch of road for just a few minutes when her phone rang. The caller's ID showed it was Yang Qinyuan. She assumed the caller was asking if Ye Xiaosu and her son had boarded the plane, so she answered it.

But Tang Yuyu guessed wrong, Yang Qinyuan came to see her specifically.

His wife and children had just boarded a plane from Nanling when he returned from Shenzhen. Yang Qinyuan had made a reservation at Henry's Home and asked Tang Yuyu to come.

Henry's House is a long-established Western restaurant in Nanling City, open for over twenty years. It was already here when Tang Yuyu was a middle school student. Back then, going to Henry's House was considered quite fashionable, and it remains so even now. Before Tang Yuyu's husband disappeared, he would always take her there for Valentine's Day.

In the evening, Tang Yuyu arrived at the appointment on time. She took a taxi and the waiter took Tang Yuyu to the table reserved by Yang Qinyuan and brought the menu.

Yang Qinyuan had already arrived. Standing just over 1.75 meters tall and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a delicate scholar, but his limbs were rather sturdy, a bit disproportionate. Although he wore a business jacket, he had a perfectly pressed shirt underneath and even a tie. He looked like he'd dressed up before leaving.

The lights in the restaurant were a little dim, and Tang Yuyu's pretty face was tinted pink under the deliberately created warm light. Yang Qinyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly stood up and pulled out a seat.

The restaurant was heated, and Tang Yuyu unbuttoned her coat, revealing a mouse-gray, high-necked, tight-fitting cashmere sweater. This sweater accentuated her figure, and Tang Yuyu loved this kind of clothing. With her figure, anything close-fitting would make her look flirty, and this tight sweater had a hint of innocence and a touch of austerity, yet still felt modest enough because it didn't reveal any skin.

She noticed Yang Qinyuan's dazed look at her, and she already knew that her best friend's husband was probably having some indecisive thoughts. But Tang Yuyu had seen enough of this kind of thing to not point it out. She just nodded slightly and flipped through the menu.

The menu remains the same, and the number of new dishes added to Henry's House over the years is not even as many as the number of new restaurants she has opened.

Tang Yuyu ordered an order of olive oil-fried asparagus and a plate of black truffle cream pasta. Yang Qinyuan, knowing Tang Yuyu wasn't big on food, had a big appetite, so he ordered two Australian grain-fed T-bones medium-rare, two foie gras Wellingtons, a ham salad, and a plate of carpaccio beef sashimi. He even asked the waiter to open the three-year-old bottle of Italian Blue Cross red wine he had brought.

Although Tang Yuyu felt a little embarrassed, she maintained a composed expression. The waiter poured the red wine into a decanter and brought it to the table, along with a complimentary basket of croissants. Yang Qinyuan had been sitting upright, but he felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He took off his new designer jacket and casually draped it over the back of his chair. He grabbed a piece of bread from the basket, crumpled it into a ball with one hand, and devoured the large croissant in two bites, like chewing a pancake.

Tang Yuyu was amused by the way he ate. His hands, as white and smooth as a twenty-year-old woman's, hung down, slightly covering his plump red lips.

"Your Qichao eats like this too. He can finish something in just one bite, while others can only take three or four bites."