After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Why would I actively break this fragile bond? Why would I confront my own mediocrity? Why would I dream of something better than what I deserve?

Maybe taking it slow will lead to good results, who can say for sure.

It all comes down to one assumption.

"just in case"

Just in case, but is there really a one in ten thousand chance for him?

…………

Because she caught the first bus, Qin Zhixin arrived very early. When she entered the school gate, not even a single classroom on the first floor had the lights on.

Qin Zhixin climbed five flights of stairs in one breath, exhausted. She leaned against the wall outside Class 2 for a long time, catching her breath. The classroom was pitch dark. She carelessly kicked the door open, dubbing the kick. The small glass window on the old wooden door trembled with the kick, making a sharp sound.

The classroom was stuffy all night, and there was a cool human smell, faint, like a mixture of dandruff, sweat and breath. The smell was not pleasant, but Qin Zhixin had long been accustomed to it. From elementary school to junior high school to high school, this "human smell" would always appear in the classroom.

She expertly reached for the integrated power switch and switched off all the power supplies, turning on the lights. The classroom was empty, but every desk was piled high with books. Various teaching aids were piled high, and the cold light of the incandescent bulbs cast an inexplicable ghostly image, as if hidden behind one of the piles of books was the masked, muscular Ni Ge, armed with a knife.

Qin Zhixin cursed inwardly, the strange thoughts in her mind always automatically developed towards the plot of a horror movie.

With her schoolbag slung over one shoulder, she walked quickly to her seat, her half-new soccer shoes making a clacking sound as they stepped on the ground. She casually dropped her schoolbag on the ground and rummaged through the hole in the table, finding a half-empty bottle of Coke from yesterday. She unscrewed the cap and drank it all in one gulp.

Qin Zhixin clearly felt the tiny bubbles slightly irritating her oral mucosa, then traveling down her esophagus into her stomach. The slight sting in her throat gave her a strange feeling, but she had long been accustomed to it. In some ways, she was both unusually sensitive and unusually dull.

Qin Zhixin frowned and burped.

"Yeah!"

She was so refreshed by the sweet drink that she cried out. She wanted to burp but the overnight soda lacked gas, so she sat down on Zhang Wanbai's stool without any image, her back against the wall, a pair of perfectly shaped legs resting on her stool. After taking a sip of the remaining soda, she closed the lid, squeezed out the gas, folded it in half and threw it into the trash can behind her.

She noticed that there was a glasses case on Fang Bixian's desk.

[System, is the person sitting behind me wearing glasses?]

[Who are you? There are two people sitting behind you. One is half bald and has acne all over his face, and the other is a show-off. Which one are you talking about?]

【Just a show-off. 】

[I don't remember. I'm so fucking bored, why would I care about this little brat wearing glasses? Dang!]

The system was in a bad mood, and after cursing, it disappeared. Qin Zhixin curled her lips, feeling that she was giving this dead thing too much face. Seeing that no one had come yet, Qin Zhixin picked up the glasses case from Fang Bixian's desk. Inside was a pair of square glasses with black Segment frames, placed upright.

[Tsk, it's obvious they're new. They're using these glasses like they're the best. Even the worn-out glasses cloth has been folded into a tofu block.]

Qin Zhixin glanced around once more, confirming no one had arrived, then surreptitiously put on Fang Bixian's glasses. The frames were too large, weighing her down. Her vision was slightly blurry, though she could barely see clearly, probably because his prescription wasn't strong enough. The chunky black frames gave the girl a scholarly air, suppressing her overly clever and irritating air, adding a touch of intellectuality and charm to her.

Of course, the premise is to ignore the sweet smile on her face.

[System, do you think I look like a cultured person now?]

The little witch pulled out a pornographic book in English from the hole in the table, opened it, put it to her mouth and posed as if she was reading, then continued to act like a jerk to the system with a silly smile.

[Indeed, you look much more human with glasses on. What's up? Want to get a pair of plain glasses to look like a scholar? Those blue-light blocking glasses that many people buy are only 30 or 40 yuan each these days. Why not buy a pair just for fun?]

"No, it's so troublesome to clean my glasses, and they fog up in the winter."

[You can choose a single frame without lenses.]

What's with the blue light protection? Are you buying a frame as a sex toy?

Qin Zhixin put her glasses back on and rolled her eyes. She heard a sound coming from the stairwell, so she quietly returned to her seat and surreptitiously hid her phone in the corner of the bookshelf on the table.

Chapter 64 School Leader

It was almost time for lunch and the last class in the morning was mathematics. The bell had rung for almost five or six minutes but Zhang Wei still hadn't arrived.

Qin Zhixin lay on the table bored. She took off the watch the system gave her, squinted her eyelids and stared at the enamel painting on the dial. The gold embryo watch hands made of Maki-e technique emitted a complex glow, which was truly magnificent.

Qin Zhixin stared at the ticking second hand. Through the fine, metallic sandblasting, she seemed to see mountains and seas in the infinite distance. It was a platinum mountain flowing with golden sand, a bountiful sea pulsing with blue velvet and gemstones. Her thoughts drifted there, too. Her mouth watered, and she let out a silly grin.

Zhang Wei's voice came from outside the classroom. Qin Zhixin's eyes cleared up, and she came to her senses, sitting up straight. She peeked out from behind the pile of books and saw Zhang Wei leading a female teacher in a conversation at the door. Two boys from the next class were standing beside them. She knew both of them well. One of them was the one she had asked Yang Qichao to call on on her first day at Nanshi High School.

The other one was Xin Shu in the first week of the grade. He gave a speech on behalf of the entire freshman class at the freshman assembly, and his speech was as exciting as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Zhang Wei and the female teacher were whispering in dialect at the door. The intonation of Nanling dialect often rises a little at the end of the sentence and the tone of the last sentence changes to a soft voice, which makes the overall sound fluctuate. It is okay if you are close, but it sounds like a quarrel from far away. After he finished speaking, he walked into the classroom of Class 2, holding the roster and tape measure in his hands, coughed on the podium, and the class became completely quiet.

When he said everyone should pay 70 yuan for a new uniform, the class erupted in a commotion. Qin Zhixin overheard Fang Bixian complaining about how Nanshi High School was starting to resemble No. 1 Middle School. Qin Zhixin felt a bit dissatisfied. She remembered buying a new uniform at the beginning of the semester. Why were they buying another one less than a month later? Even though 70 yuan wasn't much, it was enough for two days of good food.

Although the school uniform was ugly, she wrapped the pants in her coat and made a ball up after getting it, and kept it on the bookend under the desk, only taking it out to use as a pillow during lunch break.

The female teacher was outside in the corridor. Zhang Wei called out each student's name, then measured their height and chest. The new uniforms were one-size-fits-all, differentiated solely by height and chest. Waist and sleeve lengths only had one style for each height range, and as long as the difference wasn't too extreme, they were all loose-fitting.

"Qin Zhixin, you and classmate Li go to the Finance Department to see Teacher Ma. Next, Qiao Hua!"

Zhang Wei received a call from Ma Chengwu from the Finance Department. He poked his head in from outside, spoke to Qin Zhixin, and then called the next student.

Qin Zhixin from Class 2, Li Jing from Class 4, and Zhou Xinshu were chosen to lead the team at Nanshi High School. Ma Chengwu, who worked in the Finance Department, spent his free time playing on his computer and browsing the school's bulletin boards. He could confidently assure the principal, Qiao Chunmu, that a beauty like Qin Zhixin would be a real talking point as the team leader.

Ning Jiang wasn't even worth mentioning; they were all pretty girls, and the prettiest ones in their school were only slightly above the level of delicate and pretty. No. 1 Middle School had only Tang Manwen, who barely matched Qin Zhixin's looks, and the others were just average. Tang Manwen was a sophomore, and because this sports meet was a joint venture, each school was only sending freshmen to No. 1 Middle School.

It’s equivalent to Qin Zhixin having no rivals.

Qiao Chunmu, the principal of Nanshi High School, also thinks so.

Kong Yucheng wanted to use a TV director to discredit Nanshi High School and Ningjiang Middle School, using this as a political achievement to "tailor" the new gymnasium. His intentions were obvious, and his ostentatious attitude irritated the people at Nanshi High School. But Kong, the scoundrel, had a plan: the affable, gentle, highly respected, diligent, and tireless principal, Qiao Chunmu, also had a plan.

Let an absolutely eye-catching beauty represent Nanshi High School at the front of the procession. Then, when the opening ceremony begins, let her stand on the podium alongside the top students. Make sure Qin Zhixin is in the most prominent position. Isn't the Kong guy rich? Didn't he arrange for a TV station to broadcast the event? What about the high-end uniforms, the newly built gymnasium, and the most advanced teaching building in Nanling? If you can, compete with Qiao Chunmu for student recruitment!

Zhang Wei called Qin Zhixin out. When Qiao Hua saw her leave her seat, he waited for a few seconds. When she came closer, he pretended to be unintentional and "just happened" to follow Qin Zhixin closely.

Qiao Hua leaned in close, half a head taller than Qin Zhixin, and looking down, he could just see through her collar. Even the oversized sweatshirt couldn't completely hide her exquisite figure, and the little bit of spring light inadvertently revealed by the stretched collar was even more captivating. Her plump breasts swayed naturally with her graceful steps.

Even more alluring was her rich, orchid-like, musk-like fragrance, which became clearer the closer he got. This wasn't a delicate, elegant scent; it was like a blood-red mandala, eerie and mysterious, a smile of malicious seduction. Every time he approached Qin Zhixin, he could smell the same scent. This alluring scent, combined with Qin Zhixin's beautiful, delicate face and alluring, voluptuous figure, made him feel restless, as if the blood beneath his skin was rapidly heating up, ready to boil if he didn't control it.

Qiao Hua was a fool, but he was certain it wasn't the scent of shampoo or shower gel, nor was it the scent of perfume. He had never smelled a scent so alluring. He sat behind Qin Zhixin, and sometimes her hair did smell like shampoo, but it was completely different from her body.

Qiao Hua couldn't help swallowing, and even his breathing became faster.

She felt the greedy gaze behind her like a slithery snake coiling around her. They were so close she could even feel the air from Qiao Hua's breath caressing her hair. Even though it was only for a few brief seconds, Qin Zhixin felt as nauseous as if she had swallowed a fly and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

As soon as she went out, Zhang Wei called her.

"Qin Zhixin, the Finance Department is on the third floor of the office building, Teacher Ma's office 307, right there... huh? Qiao Hua, what the hell is that hair of yours!"

Zhang Wei hadn't noticed until he saw Qin Zhixin come out and told her. As soon as she turned around, he saw a hideously bald man following her. It was like a fairy, beautiful as a painting, followed by a clown. The dissonance was so stark that it gave Zhang Wei a near-jump-scare feeling. Although he'd been there during morning reading, he'd been so busy dozing off on the podium that he'd left right before the end of the class, completely oblivious to the possibility of someone with such unsightly hair.

This look reminded Zhang Wei of a few years ago, when young men liked to have a messy, colorful head of hair that looked like a chicken coop. But that kind of ugliness wasn't abrupt, it just made people feel silly.

But Qiao Hua's appearance made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He seemed to be well-groomed, but still so ugly that it made him feel sick.

This is the change brought about by the times. In the past, the idiots would have colorful hair styles. But now, the idiots have been led astray by various subcultures, becoming either androgynous or inappropriate.

"Ah? Teacher Zhang, my hair isn't weird, is it?"

"Don't blame me, you're bringing bad luck to the school!"

“Teacher, this is the trend.”

Qiao Hua's face was red and Zhang Wei was annoyed when he saw him talking back.

"You think I've never been young, don't you? Look at you, you look like a nobody, like your mother's neighbor. Go get that haircut on the middle part of your head! You look so ugly, do you know what you look like? A disgrace! With that hairstyle, you look like a piece of shit with bird feathers wrapped around its head!"

Many people in Class 2 also heard it and burst into laughter. Those who didn't hear clearly or didn't understand asked the ones who were laughing at what they were laughing at, and soon they started laughing too.

Qin Zhixin was nearby and was laughing as she heard what was happening. She turned around and saw that Qiao Hua's face had turned the color of liver. Without looking at the man surnamed Qiao, she greeted Li Jing and Zhou Xinshu first.

"Hello, classmates. I'm Qin Zhixin from Class 2."

Qin Zhixin smiled sweetly, her legs together, her body slightly leaning forward, she was as graceful as a lotus, her hair at the temples was loose, she raised her hand, hooked the hair with her index finger and tucked it behind her ear, while looking at the two people opposite her.

Li Jing's appearance is unremarkable, he is fair-skinned, neither tall nor short, and his outfit is ordinary, a grey short-sleeved shirt, wrinkled jeans and canvas shoes, the typical initial outfit of a silly high school boy.

Zhou Xinshu was very thin. He had a pointed chin and a dark complexion, though his face looked even darker than Yang Qichao's. His cheekbones were prominent, and his pores were large, reminiscent of a textbook portrait of Wang Yangming brought to life. Despite his rough appearance, his attire was exquisite. He wore a trench coat made of satin-finished, densely woven silk, and his glasses were rimless crystals with gold thread, their translucence tinged with yellow. The temples behind the gold-threaded temples were made of brown-dotted bone.

Qin Zhixin was secretly amazed. Judging from the color of the shoe, it was definitely made of rhino horn. She had only seen this thing in her "past life" memory. If she wanted to play with rhino horn in this life, she would probably take some legal risks.

Li Jing blushed profusely, not daring to look directly at her, though he still watched her furtively. Zhou Xinshu fared much better, likely because he'd seen so much since childhood, so he wasn't as embarrassed. But his dark face also flushed. When Qin Zhixin met his gaze, he quickly averted his gaze, his gaze fixed on the lower half of her face.

"Classmate Qin, I've heard so much about you. I've only seen you with Yang from our class, but I've wanted to meet you for a long time, but I never had the chance. Seeing is believing. You look beautiful from a distance, and you're even more stunning up close."

Zhou Xinshu said a lot of polite words, and Li Jing realized it later.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Qin Zhixin saw that the two girls' reactions were quite different. One looked like a seasoned woman, while the other looked like a virgin. But she didn't say anything. She just smiled, her hands covering her mouth. Her eyes were so soft that they looked like silk threads. Her charming look made the two little boys stare at her.

Chapter 65 Taking Advantage of the Situation

In terms of interpersonal skills, Zhou Xinshu is much better than Li Jing, and one can see the family gap at a glance.

[System, this Zhou guy is quite sensible. He speaks in a coherent manner and dresses like a gentleman.]

His glasses are terrible. His clothes are average. He's also ugly, with a protruding mouth and a scowl. He doesn't look like a good person. He's so skinny he looks like a tuberculosis patient. If you find a chance to slap his mother, you'll probably put him in the hospital.

The system's comments were rude and harsh.

He didn't like strangers getting too close to his granddaughter, especially those who could talk. While Zhou Xinshu wasn't particularly impressive, his ability to talk was risky. In his opinion, this kind of person definitely fell into the "sweet-mouthed, treacherous" category. Compared to a complete fool like Li Jing, he was far more difficult to control.

In his opinion, among the children Qin Zhixin interacted with, only Liu Yujin's family background was of any interest. In his previous life, only that little fat kid could barely make it into his circle. The others could only be classified as middle class, like the monkey in front of him named Xin Shu, whose appearance was almost identical to that of an upright monkey.

China has a very long history of officialism. There is an old saying that one only knows how to eat and drink after serving as an official for three generations.

Only after accustoming to a certain sense of comfort can one understand the importance of food, clothing, and daily expenses. This may seem like a serious discipline, one that requires personal experience to truly comprehend. But the old saying is more than just a superficial one. It takes three generations to learn the simple rules of eating and drinking. The Industrial Revolution took three generations to develop. So what if a single dish requires 99 steps?

Ultimately, it all ends up in your stomach. Knowing all this about eating and drinking doesn't make you a chef. Most of the ancient cooking methods simply aimed to extract the umami flavor from ingredients, but nowadays, that's like a handful of MSG. In modern society, there's a three-day crash course in royal etiquette. Why would it take three generations to learn about food and drink?

"Three generations of officialdom" is more of an "entry ticket." If someone suddenly becomes wealthy and wants to join the inner circle, they'll be treated as a bumpkin from the countryside, a complete "outsider." But after several generations of officials, things become different: a family becomes, in the truest sense of the word, a small aristocratic family.

If you want to fit in, you can't just barge in rashly. In a rigid society, no matter how strong your abilities are, they may not be as important as your family background. The rapid advancement of the system in his previous life was not only due to his own outstanding abilities, but also to the connections of his father's lineage and his father-in-law's lineage. At first glance, this show-off, who almost had "pretentiousness" written all over his face, naturally felt disgusted.

However, Qin Zhixin knew nothing about what the system was thinking. She was used to the system's vicious words, so it would be strange if this guy wasn't vicious.

"I took that as a compliment. But it sounds like something about fame."

Qin Zhixin chuckled softly, and without further politeness, she took a step forward, her legs twisting with each step, a cat-like gait that was both graceful and natural, a voluptuous expression of enchantment, a slender and alluring figure like a spring bamboo shoot. Her washed-out jeans were accentuated by her peach-shaped breasts, a deep groove running down the middle, the two petals bulging and full of elasticity.

Her coat and the sweatshirt underneath were both short, barely covering her lower back. A half-finger-wide slit of skin peeked through the bottom corner of her tight modal base layer. Her skin was white as snow, smooth as jade, sleek as porcelain, and creamy as fat. Her slender waist and plump breasts swayed naturally with her light steps, like an invitation to walk into the night together.

"Student Qin, what you said, I didn't dare to hide anything."

Zhou Xinshu hurriedly replied, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Qin Zhixin's skin around her waist. He'd seen Qin Zhixin's flawless, rosy face, and thought she'd been wearing makeup. But then, seeing the same color difference between her waist and face, he thought she was a natural-born troublemaker. He hurried to catch up as she took a step.

Li Jing also jogged foolishly at first, and when he caught up, he did not dare to walk side by side with Qin Zhixin and Zhou Xinshu. He just followed behind them, not even stepping on their shadows, like a humble tail.

Zhou Xinshu was still trying to get information from Qin Zhixin.

"Classmate Qin, I'll just call you Qin Zhixin from now on. Are you and Yang Qichao really dating?"

"Um...why are you asking that?"

"I'm just curious. No offense meant. You're a very popular girl your age. Many people in our class know you, but I'm sure you can't name many people in our class besides Yang Qichao."

"I'm not from your class four, how could I possibly tell you the names of your classmates?"

Qin Zhixin turned her head to look at Zhou Xinshu. Her alluring profile was incredibly beautiful, her eyebrows draped in emerald green, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with silver. Her face was flushed with spring, her lips rosy with a smooth, rosy rouge. The girl's expression remained unchanged, but the close contact still made Zhou Xinshu's breath catch, yet his curiosity remained unquenchable.

"Then Qin Zhixin, is your relationship with Yang Qichao from our class true?"

"Well, what if it's true? What if it's false? If you think it's true, then it's true."

Zhou Xinshu was delighted. Qin Zhixin's behavior of not expressing her attitude had already made it clear. He inexplicably felt a strange sense of joy in his heart. It was a mixture of disdain for Yang Qichao and the joy of discovering a treasure that was covered in dust and left unattended.

Arriving at the Finance Department's door, Zhou Xinshu knocked, only to find it locked. He called out "Report," then pushed the door open and walked in. He saw a small man sitting at a desk and a middle-aged, overweight man sitting on a sofa opposite the window. Zhou Xinshu introduced himself in a familiar manner.

"Hello, Teacher Ma. We are Zhou Xinshu and Li Jing from Class 4, Grade 1. This is Qin Zhixin from Class 12.

The short man spotted the group of three, his eyes fixed on the young woman standing behind Zhou Xinshu. He, too, was dazzled by her beauty, and it took him a few seconds to regain his composure. Ma Chengwu couldn't help but sigh, "What a celestial being descended from the heavens! This girl looked far more beautiful than those blurry photos on the forums."

"Come on, come on, you three, don't be polite, just sit down."

As Ma Chengwu spoke, he took out three cans of yellow drinks from the cardboard box under his desk and placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"This is a brand from my hometown in Shaanxi Province. I've loved it since I was a kid. It's called Hans' Cabin. It's called Pineapple Beer, but it's not beer. It's a pineapple-flavored soda."

Qin Zhixin and Zhou Xinshu sat down on the sofa, a common, two-seater, straight-line fabric sofa. The fabric was gray, stained with strange stains that blurred the dark gray of the fabric. Zhou Xinshu sat near where Ma Chengwu stood, on the left side of the sofa. Qin Zhixin sat down next to him.

Li Jing was a bit bewildered. He saw that the sofa had no room left after the two of them sat down, and the other single sofa had already been taken by the overweight teacher. He was a bit at a loss as to what to do. Qin Zhixin saw this, put her legs together and bent sideways, moved towards Zhou Xinshu's position, and gently patted the empty space on the sofa, indicating that Li Jing should sit down.

Li Jing blushed as he moved sideways and sat down next to Qin Zhixin. The girl's soft body was so delicate. He was sure he had rubbed Qin Zhixin's little rabbit just now. He noticed that when he did, Qin Zhixin trembled, as if she had been shocked by static electricity.

Zhou Xinshu took three bottles of soda from the table and shared them with Qin Zhixin and Li Jing. Qin Zhixin had never seen anything like this before, so she opened the can and took a sip. It had a strong pineapple flavor, a bit pungent, but not unpalatable. Li Jing, a nail-biter, had a nail-biting habit, and the ring on the can was too tight to open, so it got stuck and hurt his hand.

Qin Zhixin was speechless when she saw this. Why was there such a huge gap between the two team leaders chosen from these four classes? One was a socially anxious nerd, and the other was a social terrorist. Even Yang Qichao, who was such a coward and stayed at home, was not as useless as Li Jing.

Seeing that Li Jing was having trouble opening his can, she reached out and helped him open the ring. Li Jing watched Qin Zhixin's delicate fingers quickly unzip his can. Her pale red nails were as round as gemstones. It took him a while to finally squeeze out a "thank you."

Li Jing felt dizzy and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He took a sip of soda to calm himself down. The soda tasted salty, and the smell of pineapple essence was even stronger. It made Li Jing's mouth bitter, just like his current mood.