After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

[Watch less of that crap. What's wrong with people crying? Does crying bother you?]

No, she cries easily and is too emotionally fragile. You know how there's a term online for someone who's "busy"—something with too many things to do and too many rules to follow. If you don't pay attention to her feelings, she'll just melt down and show you how she feels. Even if you do, she won't appreciate it.

[We'll talk about it when she's really pressed for it. If she really is pressed for this, just bear with it for now and change seats later. Besides, she's not causing any trouble; she just holds herself to high standards.]

I also set high standards for myself!

Qin Zhixin was very dissatisfied. She felt that the system was a bit hypocritical. She had cried a lot after being beaten by Tang Yuyu.

[You're tall? Tell me where you're tall? Besides making my blood pressure high, where else are you tall?]

[No, I was just saying it casually. Tsk, this girl can't control her tear glands, right? Should I test her to see if she's a troublemaker?]

Qin Zhixin felt a little itchy, but couldn't help being a bit shameless.

How do you test it?

[Punch her and see if she cries.]

[Go and fight me now, stop talking nonsense, fight me if you can, you coward, you dare to chew maggots, how can I not understand you?]

The system mocked her mercilessly, but Qin Zhixin didn't care.

She was indeed a bit bored. After taking a look at the reference answers, Qin Zhixin knew them all. There was no need for any additional discussion. This PBL looked like that fat guy named Zhang was just trying to be lazy.

Although this is mostly due to Qin Zhixin's overly positive self-awareness.

Zhang Wanbai remained silent, tears dripping down his face and a long run of snot. Qin Zhixin didn't dare to provoke him, and quickly pulled a few tissues from the hole in the table and handed them to him. Zhang Wanbai ended up blowing his nose, and the long, clear snot couldn't be contained by the tissue, and half of it flowed straight into Qiao Hua's face.

Qin Zhixin widened her eyes.

[Oh my god! Did you see that? It flew so far, awesome!]

Qiao Hua couldn't believe what was happening. He stupidly reached out to touch his face, only to find it was wet and slippery. He seemed a beat behind the times, and with a "Ugh!" he leaped from his seat. But his thigh got stuck under the desk, and it flipped over, sending all the books tumbling onto Zhang Wanbai.

[Holy crap! Does this kid have springs on his legs? He can jump pretty well, huh?]

Qin Zhixin wanted to laugh, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop twitching, but she forced herself to hold it back. Her expression looked quite frosted because she was trying to suppress the smile.

[Hiss, it's scary just looking at you. What kind of cow-horse classmates are you?]

【You just praised her! 】

[How did I praise you? If I didn't scold you, then I'm praising you?]

…………

When Qin Zhixin returned home in the evening, she tiptoed to insert the key and carefully turned the doorknob. When she opened the door, she saw Tang Yuyu sitting in the living room watching TV.

All I can say is that the little female ghost who had been beaten since she was a child understood her mother, and the result was almost exactly the same as Qin Zhixin expected.

When Tang Yuyu saw her come back, she didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, asking her to lie on the bed and stick her butt out.

Qin Zhixin was a little uncomfortable with the expected step of making excuses by talking around the issue. She wanted to be stubborn and give herself all kinds of explanations, but Tang Yuyu chose not to listen.

Especially after receiving a text message from a virtual number sent by the system.

The system, in a teacher's voice, informed Tang Yuyu that high school entrance exam rankings were in no way representative of overall performance, especially for the top students in key classes. Several students who had entered the class with the lowest scores had now achieved upper-middle-level scores. It also specifically mentioned that there were only a handful of students in the grade who were unmotivated and who had ranked last when they entered, and they still ranked last on the entrance exam.

It’s just a matter of putting Qin Zhixin’s name on it.

The words in the text message were calm, but it still made Tang Yuyu furious. It was not just the charm of the language, but more of Qin Zhixin's "effort".

He could easily deceive Tang Yuyu by just presenting half-truths.

After all, Qin Zhixin did finish last this time, but her performance wasn't that bad. Given the same test to a student in Nanling No. 1 Middle School's elite class, the average score might not be as high as Qin Zhixin's. But as long as you use partial facts to create an illusion, that illusion will become reality.

After all, it is a fact that Qin Zhixin failed the exam, it is a fact that Qin Zhixin stayed up late at night playing games, and it is a fact among facts that Qin Zhixin deserves a beating.

Originally, Tang Yuyu would not hit Qin Zhixin, because Tang Yuyu knew that Qin Zhixin fell in, and this was the result of this dead girl's extraordinary performance.

Qin Zhixin might be able to get away with it with her sharp tongue, but the system wouldn't tolerate her. He was determined to teach this idiot girl a lesson. He had seen her playful nature these past few days, and thought it was time for her to calm down with school starting. With this in mind, he had crafted this message.

Tang Yuyu herself also knows what kind of person her daughter is.

Although she initially thought that Qin Zhixin had improved in the exam this time, from the last to the seventh from the bottom, how could that not be considered progress?

The "school teacher's" analysis made her realize that this bastard deserved to be beaten for such a poor test score. This damn girl even used her husband as an excuse to skip school during the summer vacation.

Beating her now is settling both new and old grudges together.

Although she felt pain when beating Qin Zhixin, she still had to be beaten regularly.

Her husband disappeared, and she had to play the role of both father and mother, and she raised this girl with great difficulty. But this little girl was very naughty, and if she refused to obey, she had to be beaten until she submitted.

After finishing work early, Tang Yuyu still had to go to the late-night snack shop. Although it was a little late, she could still earn some money. Especially since Tang Yuyu had seen Yang Qichao's achievements, her eyes were red with envy.

This is called stacking blood rage.

She really envied Yang Qichao's mother, Ye Xiaosu, who gave birth to a child as worry-free as Yang Qichao. As a single mother, she couldn't always keep an eye on her daughter.

Maybe it's because I didn't pay much attention to disciplining her in normal times, and now this little bastard has gone too far. I should have given her a good beating when I found out she lied and didn't go to school during the summer vacation.

…………

When Tang Yuyu finished playing and went out, Qin Zhixin was still lying on the bed with her butt sticking up.

Although she was shameless, Qin Zhixin's eyes were still red with pain and tears were falling.

But these tears were different from Zhang Wanbai's. These tears were simply painful, but besides the pain, they also felt good.

He grinned for a long time before sticking his butt out to get his phone.

As soon as I opened my phone, I saw a message in the "work group". "Mr. Pickle" went to the factory to order a sample of the Holy Grail, and was filming a video demonstration to three other people in the group.

In addition to her Hunyuan Dachu, Wang Tianzhuo had already brought Fang Shicheng in during the day.

Chapter 18: Rumors and Night Talk

Qin Zhixin looked at it in surprise, and even the pain in her buttocks was less. She stood up but it hurt her buttocks, and she grimaced in pain and climbed out of bed and turned on the computer.

She just brought up the Holy Grail last night, how come Wang Tianzhuo has already finished the product in less than a day?

What kind of efficiency is this?

"Hunyuan Dachu: Damn it!"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Damn it!"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Damn it!"

Three messages were sent to the work group, and Qin Zhixin was sick as usual.

"Hunyuan Dachu: How come it's so fast?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: I just said yesterday that it was done in half a day?"

"Mr. Pickled Cucumber: Ready-made. Just inject it in, cool it down, and press it out. The molds are all ready-made. This one uses the most expensive material from the Silicon Treasure Factory, and the cost of one is only a few dozen dollars."

After Wang Tianzhuo finished speaking in the group, he also uploaded a video. The video showed a machine with a film cooling device covered in oil. The video owner's chubby hands reached up to pick it up, shaking it a little, looking quite arrogant.

"Lao Fang: What's going on inside? You can't even see the finished product. Cut it open and see."

"Muzi Gou: It seems that Biyang has used it a lot. Heresy, all heresy. How can such a thing be done with external objects! Use your hands, use your hands! You have to feel that body temperature, bastard!"

"Han Heng: This thing feels weird. If you put it on in cold weather, won't it feel weird all of a sudden? Now it can only be used in the south."

Han Heng joined the group chat using his real name, and even the profile picture was his own. He had no awareness of protecting his privacy at all, like a fool.

"Hunyuan Dachu: What are you afraid of? Just add a heating wire inside and you can play with the temperature as you like."

"Han Heng: What if it burns?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Yakitori! Just medium-rare, in line with Japanese food rules"

Mr. Pickle: I ordered 300 to test the waters.

"Mr. Pickle: I can't order too much of this stuff. If I order too much, it will get moldy if it piles up in the warehouse."

"Muzigou: What the hell? You're still using it if it gets moldy? Are you sure this thing can be sold?"

"Mr. Pickled Cucumber: It will get moldy. I threw away the last few cups because they grew mold and I couldn't clean them out."

In order to prove what he said, Wang Tianzhuo uploaded several photos of moldy cups, which made Qin Zhixin look horrified.

"Hunyuan Dachu: Is this disgusting? Damn it, don't you wash it after using it?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Silica gel is an inorganic substance, how can it grow mold? The ones who grow mold are your descendants"

"Mr. Pickle: Nonsense"

"Mr. Pickle: Do you know where I am? I'm in Guangdong Province. Is returning to the South Wind a joke here?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Don't explain, I see through you."

"Mr. Pickle: You see through the market! Really!"

"Mr. Pickle: All the silicone figurines I have here are getting moldy. I put them in a cabinet with a dehumidifier inside, but it's useless."

"Lao Fang: Can I take off the clothes of the figurines?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Oh my god, return to the south sky. I read a post before that said KPOP has its own unique terminology, such as crash and return to the south sky."

"Han Heng: Speak human language. Crash means crash. Why use English for such a simple word like 'crash'?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: You are stupid, Huinantian means wet, isn't Huinantian the same as that? Crash means wet crotch, they both mean the same thing."

"Han Heng: Psychopath"

"Hunyuan Great Touch: Grass-fed Mud!"

"Han Heng: I'm not scolding you. What the hell are these words? They're polluting the language library."

"Hunyuan Dachu: You don't understand what toilet girls use"

"Han Heng: What the hell is a toilet girl?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: The Meal Ticket Girl"

"Han Heng: Speak human language!"

"Hunyuan Dachu: Oh, you don't understand, right? Call me daddy and I'll tell you."

Qin Zhixin cocked her head towards the screen. Although the other party was scolding her, she inexplicably felt superior to Han Heng, as if she knew something very remarkable about a certain group of internet-savvy people.

"Lao Fang: Don't worry about him, the old dog is going crazy, why would you care about him?"

Qin Zhixin was about to send the internet definition of the meal coupon girl when she saw that Yang Qichao had sent her several messages asking for "comfort". The little beast's blood pressure suddenly rose.

"Yang Qichao: Lao Qin, let me show you my results."

"Yang Qichao: Oh, I didn't get first place. The first place was too impressive. It was 20 points higher than mine."

"Yang Qichao: Hey"

"Yang Qichao: Worry"

"Qin Zhixin: I'm worried about you, Bull Demon. Just die early."

"Qin Zhixin: Grass-fed mud!

"Qin Zhixin: Damn it, you're done, I'm telling you you're done!"

[I've already been beaten up, what did you do in the exam, you bastard? I'm begging for your mother's comfort!]

Qin Zhixin thought with gritted teeth. Even though she knew in her heart that Yang Qichao did it on purpose, she still sulked for a while.

The work group was still talking about the Holy Grail. Qin Zhixin's eyes rolled around, and she was planning something bad again.

"Hunyuan Dachu: Send one to me. Send it to New Joy Retail and Wholesale Supermarket, No. XX, XX Road, Lianhu District, Nanling City, Jiangsu Province. The phone number is 180XXXXXXXX, Mr. Pickled Cucumber."

"Hunyuan Dachu: Hurry! I want to try if it's comfortable. Remember to send a few bottles of lubricant."

Qin Zhixin didn't have that thing, so she couldn't use the Holy Grail at all, but that didn't stop her from wanting one. Even if she couldn't use it, she could give it to someone else! The contact number she filled in was Yang Qichao's.

Thinking about the gift she personally picked out and sent to Yang Qichao, he definitely wouldn't know what to do with that stupid guy.

Should he throw this away or not?

If she kept it, she would assume that Yang Qichao would use it secretly.

But Qin Zhixin would not give him the chance to use it secretly. After giving it to him and making sure that he did not lose it, she would send a message to his mother Ye Xiaosu, saying that Yang Qichao asked her to give him a "Holy Grail".

Thinking of Yang Qichao's clumsy attempts to prove his innocence, Qin Zhixin smiled foolishly, like an idiot.

Friday night, male dormitory 313.

After two classes tomorrow afternoon, it will be the first weekend of the semester. And next week, with only four days of school, it's Mid-Autumn Festival. Fang Bixian and the others had been taking extra classes at school, so they were used to living in the dormitory and weren't too excited. But being able to go home and play was definitely more relaxing than doing homework at school.