After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The chiffon blouse made her jade-white skin even more dazzling, almost shimmering in the dappled morning light below the station. The silk slip dress accentuated her exaggerated, unrealistic curves, making them look incredibly sexy.

Fang Bixian swallowed his saliva.

Continue scrolling down, there is another picture taken from a closer distance, which is a picture of Qin Zhixin's feet.

There was no flaw in the stunning beauty, her delicate whiteness revealed in her transparent sandals. It was: her skin was round and smooth, her figure slender as a jade-like figure, holding a cup. She walked slowly on lotus leaves, enjoying the springtime scenery, her jade shoes half-stepping as she leaned against the breeze. Fang Bixian's heart burned as he watched, and he secretly downloaded these photos.

His cousin sent him a bunch of katakana again. Fang Bixian couldn't read it, but he could guess. After all, people who like to watch Japanese comics only speak a few sentences, which are so stereotyped that they are not as good as mobile phone assistants.

Before the teacher arrived, Fang Bixian created a new post on the anonymous forum of the Nanshi High School BBS:

The latest spy photos of Goddess Qin Jiang are leaked: Summer Temptation Special Image

He thought these were downloaded by Fang Qiyun from the BBS of Nanling No. 1 Middle School, so he posted all the photos that the stupid fat guy gave him, and attached a text [This is from the BBS of Nanling No. 1 Middle School. The incident has nothing to do with Nanling No. 1 High School].

Soon after the post was created, there were several replies, and soon the post "Special Edition Image" was pushed to the top of the hot posts on the Nanshi High School BBS.

Someone posted a follow-up thread.

"17th Floor: Pretty, is that Qin Zhixin from Class 2, Grade 1?"

"From the 19th floor to the 17th floor: Yes, every time I pass by their class I have to take a sneak peek, just to please my eyes."

"The 20th floor replied to the 19th floor: The girls in my class are scolding her, saying she is a coward."

"22nd floor returns to 20th floor: What a classic GHG!"

Fang Bixian looked at it with surprise. It was not normal for a beautiful girl to be attacked. He saw that Qin Zhixin had been talking more with boys these days. He guessed that there were girls in his class who were calling Qin Zhixin a vixen. Now even he couldn't help but reply.

"31st floor replied to 22nd floor: Some people's defenses have been broken. The harshness of the insults shows how jealous she is inside. It's totally normal."

"35th floor: I don't know which warrior took this photo, but the girls noticed it and still took it."

"37th floor replied to 35th floor: The way she looked at the garbage was so touching, I hope to be looked at like that by her"

"47th floor replied to 37th floor: It's too easy, you go to the women's restroom and wait for her, then beg her to solve the problem when she comes."

"From the 50th floor back to the 47th floor: I don't want to be invited to have tea with the police yet"

"52nd floor: I'm from No. 1 Middle School, and there's no such thing on their BBS or Tieba. This picture was secretly taken by the poster!"

"54th floor replied to 20th floor: Is it CYZ? I heard her say this morning that QZX is for sale"

"57th floor replied to 54th floor: No, my classmate's last name is Z. I heard her say Q is too embarrassing, and what about seducing men?"

"64th floor replied to 57th floor: No one likes ugly people, so she attacks pretty girls. She doesn't hate QZX's dressing style, she is simply jealous of QZX's beauty. If Q looked like a pumpkin spirit like her, then even if Q didn't wear clothes, she would still say nonsense like freedom of dress and women's safety."

"67th floor replied to 57th floor: An ugly person won't insult someone uglier than herself. She will encourage him, saying that ugly person is not ugly, but beautiful. Because she knows there are people uglier than herself, she will think about beauty, just like pigs rolling around in the mud. If a peacock appears at this time, the existence of the peacock is a heinous crime."

Chapter 24: A monkey in a human costume

The Holy Grail business had only been open for less than half a month, and all the products Wang Tianzhuo ordered from the OEM factory were sold out.

Even Wang Tianzhuo himself initially thought that this was just a joke. He only ordered 500 pieces from the OEM factory, and more than 20 of them were delivered.

He ordered 500 not because he thought he could sell 500, but because the minimum order quantity for these from the OEM factory was 500.

Wang Tianzhuo thought that as long as he could sell a quarter of the remaining 400 holy grails, he would be able to make a profit, but he did not expect that the business would be surprisingly good.

Qin Zhixin's boasting was indeed a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

The total profit after deducting the cost of more than 400 holy grails reached more than 40,000. Wang Tianzhuo was the boss, so he took one third, and the rest was divided equally among the four people. Even Qin Zhixin, who was dragging her feet the whole time, and Han Heng, who was slacking off like a dead person, got a share. On average, it was almost 9,000 yuan.

Qin Zhixin was naturally as happy as a silly dog ​​after receiving the money, but Fang Shicheng, who was three hundred miles away from Nanling City, was also nervous.

His monthly doctoral allowance plus various private jobs was only a little over 6,000 yuan. Even before this business, which was just a joke, became more and more expensive, he had already received nearly 10,000 yuan.

Fang Shicheng couldn't help but be a little surprised. Only then did he realize how strong the demand of some otakus was in certain aspects.

He wanted to comment on something, but then he thought about how these people provided him with food and clothing, and it would be bad to say anything too harsh, so he stopped talking. As for his windfall of 9,000 yuan, he himself didn't know what to buy.

He has been in Luzhou for almost ten years. The Luzhou ten years ago and the Luzhou now are completely two different cities.

With rapid changes, cities are charging towards modernization, and there is no waiting on the road.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly remembered the Baida CBD not far from the school.

It was one of the largest shopping malls in Luzhou, completed in 2006. It was quite upscale back then, and even after all these years, it still looks quite classy. When Fang Shicheng was a sophomore in college, the current Baida CBD was still a construction site. He heard from his Luzhou classmates that they were planning to turn it into a high-end shopping mall.

At the time, he imagined a high-end mall as a supermarket with an underground parking lot, just like the best supermarkets in his small hometown of Qindao. He had never seen a high-end mall before, and his best guess was that it had a higher proportion of imported snacks.

It didn't matter to him; he didn't eat imported snacks anyway. Back home, the price of a bag of imported corn-based puffed junk food could buy at least half a pound of dried squid. And that was half a pound of dried squid, roasted and dehydrated. The squid needed to be gutted, cleaned, and then carefully coated with salt and spices before roasting.

Fang Shicheng didn't want to understand why corn balls could be sold at the same price as dried squid just because they had foreign words on them, but he actually understood it a long time ago and just didn't want to say it.

He felt that he was old, and there were many things in society that he didn't like, just like he didn't want to understand why anyone would be willing to spend money on something with extremely low cost-performance.

Fang Shicheng is a cynical person and he can't stand many things.

He couldn't stand the sight of those fools with dyed hair wandering around in groups. He thought they were the cockroaches of the city, which were nocturnal, avoid light, and were more or less infected with infectious diseases.

He couldn't stand his silly junior sister who kept cats in the lab. She kept several cats in a small single room, as if she had Toxoplasma gondii in her brain. She slept on sand mixed with cat feces and urine, and her body always had the stupid stench that only cats had.

Fang Shicheng had previously been reluctant to understand why anyone would spend money on something so poorly valued. He felt that spending money on something far beyond its practical value was like throwing money into a fire. He didn't understand ritual, and he didn't want to understand the "lofty" stories behind brands.

He doesn't recognize luxury brands, clothing brands, watch brands, shoe brands. They are obviously mass-produced industrial products, but they become superior by adding an unnecessary trademark.

He wouldn't have paid a high price for a donkey dung ball just to hear a story.

But people change.

When Fang Shicheng was a junior in college, Baida CBD was completed, and the local newspapers, radio and television in Luzhou were all about this shopping mall.

He also skipped class to join in the fun.

He only remembered that it was very large, very bright, and very clean, bright and...

Fang Shicheng didn't know how to describe it. Perhaps everything could be described as "modernization".

There was a huge crowd of people below that bright and modern building, all watching the peep show.

Fang Shicheng vaguely remembers the description of the top 100 CBDs on TV.

...is Hefei's city calling card. A city has only one CBD. The Top 100 CBDs bear the responsibility of leading the way in elevating Anhui Province's commercial landscape and fostering the development of local businesses...

He might have forgotten most of the other things, but he remembered the word "business card." In his mind, business cards were just cultural ornaments that bored people created to embellish themselves. What about city business cards? Aren't they just landmarks? It just sounded fancy. He'd only ever received business cards in the lab, and those were from people trying to sell consumables.

He took a look from a distance and then walked away. It is hard to say what he was thinking at that time.

Maybe it was right to think of nothing, or to say that thinking of nothing was the right thing to do. Such a high-end place was not something a poor student like him could afford, and he shouldn't have any extra thoughts.

It was such a high-end place, so high-end that he didn't even smell the earthy smell.

To go here, you need money in your pocket.

People who come in to shop shouldn't wear old T-shirts with faded patterns, shouldn't wear knock-off sweatpants with frayed edges, and definitely shouldn't wear yellowed cheap Warrior shoes.

This was built for the glamorous and sophisticated urban white-collar workers of the new era, not for a country bumpkin like him who chews dried squid.

His elderly parents were still working in the county town. He remembers that they were preparing to buy an apartment there to accommodate his younger sister's education, and money was tight at home. He needed to be sensible early on, and in high school he no longer needed extra pocket money from his family, so he took odd jobs during the winter and summer vacations.

Fang Shicheng likes odd jobs in restaurants the most because they provide meals and he can eat whatever he wants as long as he works, until his mouth is full of oil.

During his graduate studies, he began to send some money home, and later, with the help of the "extra income" introduced by Hunyuan Dachu, he could earn a few hundred yuan at a time. It wasn't much, but it was enough to buy new clothes for his sister and let her have an extra meat dish at school.

But the money is still not enough.

When a person is hungry, the only desire is to be well fed and well clothed. But after being well fed and well clothed, other desires arise: a house, a car, beautiful jewelry, a respectable job...

The times are surging, and so are everyone's desires. The traditional values ​​of division of labor and cooperation have been completely destroyed by powerful productivity, and what has been rebuilt from the ruins is something Fang Shicheng is unwilling to accept.

Materialism grows wildly in the fertile soil of this era.

Fang Shicheng stepped into the gate of the Top 100 CBD. He was not here to just look around today, he was here to spend money. However, his temperament was still indescribably dull and vulgar. His head swayed from side to side every few steps, and he looked like he was just checking out the place.

It is still the same place as it was eight years ago, just as magnificent and spotless.

But from the time it was built to now, things and people have really changed.

Luzhou had changed so much that he could hardly recognize it. Even though he had always lived there, it still felt like it had happened too quickly. Eight years had passed, and Fang Shicheng was still dressed in the same shabby way, his entire wardrobe still costing less than a hundred yuan.

Once he just stood outside and took a look from a distance and then left. At that time, he knew that if he didn't have enough money, this was not the place he should come.

The beige marble floor is as smooth as a mirror.

It is like a "magic mirror", so clean that it can reveal every poor person who should not set foot here.

Anyone who smells of dirt will feel guilty when they walk in.

Fang Shicheng still felt a little guilty. He looked around at the elegantly decorated stores. The price of any piece of clothing in there was enough for him to eat braised pork ribs for a month at the small restaurant below the laboratory. He could even go to a bigger restaurant every now and then and order a "Li Hongzhang hodgepodge", a big bowl of Feixi old hen soup, a Luzhou roast duck and smoked herring. If he couldn't finish it, he could pack it up and it would be enough for him to eat for another two days.

He didn't know whether it was worth using the money he would have spent on a month's worth of braised pork ribs to buy a piece of clothing that was purely consumable. The floor of this crappy place was mopped so brightly that he started to back out as soon as he walked in.

Fang Shicheng knew exactly what change a "respectable" outfit would bring: nothing would change. He was still a poor student, unless he could wear a large gold chain weighing half a pound around his neck.

He stood on the escalator, the motor running silently and smoothly. It was completely different from the old freight elevator in the Science and Education Building of USTC, which only had to be repaired once every few years and even had a slight vibration when it was running.

A cool breeze continued to blow towards him, and the girl in the short skirt in front of him seemed to be naked. Fang Shicheng opened his eyes wide and stared at her carefully.

It's not that she's not wearing anything, there are lines.

I sighed, secretly took a photo and posted it to "Chusheng Home".

"Laofang: I saw the owner's mission in the mall"

“Old House: Pictures”

He felt an itch in his nose, probably from the wind in the supermarket. This wind was different from the wind at home, which carried the fishy smell of fish and shrimp, and it was also different from the wind in the old streets and alleys of Luzhou, which smelled of cooking oil.

This is an artificial, unpleasant smell caused by the wind that is blown out of the air outlet after the giant integrated compressor of the central air conditioner blows the air.

But Fang Shicheng was very familiar with this feeling. When he went to the central laboratory, there were several long rows of ultra-low temperature refrigerators. The compressors inside were very powerful and would make a "buzzing" sound as long as they were powered on. The laboratory also had integrated central air conditioning.

It's all artificial and unpleasant.

But the smell was different from the lab's. There was a whiff of ozone in the lab, which Fang Shicheng knew was caused by the ionization of ultraviolet light. He always felt that the smell represented rigidity and poverty, just like him.

He took a deep breath and smelled a few pungent scents mixed with the very faint smell of disinfectant. He didn't know if this scent was the perfume sprayed by the young lady in front of him, but he didn't like it.

Fang Shicheng found it difficult to describe this smell; his limited experience prevented him from connecting it to specific images. It was a contradictory smell, a solemnity yet a whiff of the worldly.

He inexplicably thought of a sentence, "On the surface they are kind and moral, but at heart they are thieves and whores."

Fang Shicheng quickly shook his head and continued to stare at the girl's butt in front of him. It was not because her butt was so beautiful, but because there were several pimples on her butt, which were as red as salted duck egg yolks.

The fourth floor of Baida CBD was entirely devoted to casual menswear, and he randomly walked into a shop. The shop was filled with warm tones. The orange light from three rows of black tube spotlights fixed to the ceiling, combined with the solid wood floors, display cabinets, and wall panels, seemed to be striving to create a homey feel.

Fang Shicheng's dorm, backlit, was always dim, and his lab was lit only by white light, bright but pale and cold. When a person has money, they might become bored enough to study how the color of light affects their mood.

He casually glanced at the tags of a few ordinary clothes, all priced between a few hundred and a thousand. Fang Shicheng couldn't help but gasp in amazement, thinking that the price tags were more annoying than the pimples on the young lady's buttocks.

Fang Shicheng was confused again. Was this RMB or Japanese Yen? Even if it was Japanese Yen, at the current exchange rate of 1 RMB to 12 Japanese Yen, this piece of rags wasn't worth the price!

He quickly put down his clothes and walked away as if nothing had happened. He felt a strange sour feeling in his heart.

Fang Shicheng's morale has been declining as his academic qualifications have increased. The cruelty of reality lies in the fact that it cannot be changed by human will.

Mistakenly using aged vinegar for ink, writing on paper for half a lifetime is sour. I am even more afraid of mixing the two, leaving half of my life bitter and half of my life sour.

Fang Shicheng turned around and trotted back, picked up a polo shirt at random, and cursed fiercely in front of the salesgirl:

"Shit, this crap is fucking ugly."

After scolding him, he put his clothes back and couldn't help laughing. He felt much better now.

Chapter 25 Turning a blind eye

The evening self-study class is a math class. Zhang Wei just said in front of the whole class that he has something to do tonight and asked the students to be self-disciplined.

But as long as you finish the two Tongzhou questions, there will definitely be plenty of time left, just don't make too much noise.

Zhang Wei asked Liu Qinxiong to take care of discipline, but Liu Qinxiong was a slow-moving person, or to put it more bluntly, he was just a good guy. Asking him to manage discipline would be no more effective than putting a dead person in front.

But to be honest, even if there is a quarrel in the class, it won’t be a big deal because the head teacher Gao Qingjian is not here tonight.

Zhang Wei's business wasn't anything serious; tonight he was playing cards with the head teacher and a few close friends. Gao Qingjian and he were college classmates, having worked together at the same high school for half their lives, so their social circle was limited to that area. But Gao was henpecked, so he wouldn't play cards with Zhang Wei and the others for long.

To accommodate Gao Qingjian, the other players didn't gamble for money during their card games, only betting on sunflower seeds. They'd buy a dozen yuan worth of loose sunflower seeds and pile them high to one side, leaving the loser to crack them. And today, Gao Qingjian's wife finally came home, and at lunchtime in the teachers' cafeteria, Gao Qingjian seized the opportunity to flirt with Zhang Wei, inviting him to play cards at his house. He'd then slip away after class so he could go to the market to buy some food and drinks.

Zhang Wei was in a hurry to leave. Before the bell for the last class in the afternoon rang, he hurriedly gave a few instructions in the classroom and grabbed his thermos and left.

Qin Zhixin, who was sitting below, was instantly excited when she heard that the teacher was not there during the evening break.

This is your chance to slack off! If there's no penalty for being late, then there's no such thing as being late.

She decided to eat out.

She knew there was a braised chicken place on South Street in Yuhe District. It was a bit far from Nanshi High School, and the round trip took almost twenty minutes. Qin Zhixin had wanted to go there during the summer vacation when she saw the place was still under renovation. She had seen it open from a distance for a few days, but she had never had the time to go.