After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Liu Tingjin sent her a good night message, and after a while he sent her a video of a corn snake having diarrhea, which was the same one Qin Zhixin sent. Judging from the time, Qin Zhixin should have sent it first. This little bastard probably sent it to a bunch of people in the group, and then Liu Tingjin sent it to her.

Tang Manwen sighed. Liu Tingjin was such an honest person, but he was corrupted like this by Qin Zhixin. She also replied with a "cleaver" emoji.

Tang Manwen simply ignored the greetings from several old school lickers, most of whom were just making small talk. Zhang Song, a classmate of hers, had even sent her a nearly 1,000-word essay the day before yesterday. It was only because Tang Manwen had a good temper, otherwise Qin Zhixin would have lost her temper long ago. If Qin Zhixin's posts were merely visual pollution, then Zhang Song's incessant harassment was spiritual pollution.

Tang Manwen always couldn't help feeling disgusted with such overly self-conscious people, but she didn't block Zhang Song, and even replied indifferently.

Expressing dissatisfaction with an ambiguous attitude is more like trying to lure him.

For Tang Manwen, Zhang Song's greatest value lies in showcasing his charm. She could show Liu Tingjin the messages Zhang Song sent her; it would be a great topic to discuss, demonstrating her complete openness to Liu Tingjin while also giving her a sense of insecurity. She didn't deny that she enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. While the boys coveted her beauty and the gentleness she projected, she also relished their awkward cautiousness.

Maybe this sounds like a "green tea" or "scheming bitch". Although she is young, she has many thoughts. But Tang Manwen has long known that she is such a person. Her gentleness is just a false appearance, but her badness is engraved in her bones, and her desire is written in her soul.

She knew clearly that her appearance and figure were far superior to other girls. Compared with those girls, she stood out like a white swan among a flock of ducks.

This is her capital, but before she met Liu Yujin, her capital brought her more troubles.

Jealousy, isolation, and denigration from the same sex; covetousness, harassment, and greed from the opposite sex.

She had long since learned to enjoy it, the ones who envied her were not worthy enough to share the stage with her, the ones who coveted her were not brave enough to look her in the eye. This feeling of being spied on gave her an almost morbid pleasure.

Tang Manwen slipped on a pair of velvet slippers and went to the separate bathroom in her bedroom. She first filled the bathtub with water and threw in a piece of bath salt and a few drops of lavender essential oil.

Nanling No. 1 Middle School only gave them one day off, and they had to go back to school after lunch. She had to wash and take care of herself so that she could look radiant at all times. While the bathtub was running, she began to brush her teeth in front of the dressing mirror.

The hot water was accumulating in the tub, and the gurgling sound made Tang Manwen relax. She turned on the heater, and the warm yellow light shone on her fair skin, her curvaceous figure, her crystal-clear skin dazzling her. She sat down in front of the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror was stunningly beautiful, but her eyes were indifferent, without any of the gentle and agreeable demeanor she often displayed in public.

This is what she looks like when she completely takes off her mask, her face as rosy as a peach, her eyes as clear as spring water, chilling to the touch. But what makes a beauty a beauty is that no matter what expression she wears, she can always reveal a charm that beckons you to explore deeply.

After brushing her teeth, cleaning them with dental floss and tongue scraping, and finishing with mouthwash, she practiced her facial expressions in front of the mirror, trying to make everything from her eyes to the slightly upward curve of her mouth perfect.

Tang Manwen began to practice shy expressions. She wanted her shy look to appear charming and "natural" and innocent, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, so that when she stared at someone, the other person would be unable to help but feel love for her.

Tang Manwen accepted her dark thoughts a long time ago, and there is nothing wrong with that.

No, I should say that this is really great. I have the idea of ​​reducing mental consumption early on, and after accepting myself, I should make full use of my "capital".

She wasn't some foolish idiot who recklessly squandered the beauty gifted by God, only to lament her own decline. In Tang Manwen's view, the educational significance of "Pipa Song" far surpasses "Preface to Sending Off Ma Sheng of Dongyang." Every time she recited it, she felt an unspeakable sadness, but also a greater sense of relief.

This was a collection of wrong answers, teaching her to make the most decisive choice at the right time. Beauty was a privilege, but everything came with a price tag. Tang Manwen knew that when she received this privilege, she had to think about what she had to pay.

Qin Zhixin always said some strange things to her, which in her opinion were the words of a scumbag, but Tang Manwen loved to listen to them. She could hear a completely self-consistent logic in what Qin Zhixin said. Even though Tang Manwen was still young at the time, she still remembered it.

Neither relationships nor productivity in this society are created out of thin air, and her beauty is just a ticket. A true "person" must learn to think, and the first step is to understand one's own purpose, one's own strengths, and one's own means.

Tang Manwen doesn't mind objectifying herself. Her performances, her gentleness, her intelligence—all of it—are all aimed at forging her into the image of a "virtuous wife" that men admire. Humans themselves are products of successful discipline. As long as they exist in society, they must accept the suffering of being "objectified," but they also enjoy the high-value resources that come with "objectifying themselves."

The phone rang, and Qin Zhixin and Liu Tingjin sent messages at the same time.

Liu Yujin sent her an emoji, and she knew what it was without even having to guess, so she didn't even bother to reply. Qin Zhixin sent her a news story about a gay bar in Sichuan Province being busted by the police. Tang Manwen took one look, and her shyness, which she had just been practicing, was instantly broken.

Tang Manwen turned off her phone and turned off the hot water in the bathtub. She stepped one foot in, burning her snow-white skin red. Tang Manwen trembled uncontrollably in pain, moaning softly as she made up her mind, immersing herself completely in it.

The hot water submerged her fair body, making her gasp for breath.

In the hot water, she felt as if her body was floating in rising clouds. The dense, moist mist enveloped her, making her suffocate and indulge. It was as if she was being grabbed and kneaded by countless rough hands, carefully caressing every inch of her skin.

But water is water after all.

This almost sadistic and incestuous fantasy made every one of Tang Manwen's senses tremble with joy.

This was a feeling of being out of control, almost like falling from the clouds, which made Tang Manwen's body tremble and her cheeks blush.

Chapter 76: Little Clever and Big Foolish

After taking a shower, it took Tang Manwen more than an hour just to dress up.

She put on very light makeup and deliberately applied bright lipstick as if it was the finishing touch. Her already rosy and plump lips were even more glossy with the lipstick, like a piece of jewel.

Tang Manwen pursed her lips. She looked pure and charming in the dressing mirror, especially with her lips painted, which was even more eye-catching. The girl's already rosy lips looked even more crystal clear, as if they were the most enchanting of the finest fire amber.

This is the visual centerpiece of her face. She knows that the primary focus will be her lipstick-covered lips. By prioritizing attention, attention elsewhere diminishes, allowing even minimal makeup to appear completely natural.

As for lipstick? It would be abnormal for a girl not to use lipstick.

Wearing lipstick isn't considered makeup; after all, pretty girls have privileges in school and society. Not only is it normal, but lipstick also adds a touch of innocence to a girl's appearance, as if lipstick was created to be associated with adolescent girls.

This is strange. The ingredients are obviously similar, but when it comes to lipstick, it is mature, even with some unclear "charm", but when it comes to lipstick, the impression given is pure, and it seems that people naturally think of a pure girl with a bed full of pink dolls.

Similar items may become two products with completely different properties just by differing in color.

Tang Manwen's favorite color was this kind of subtle, almost no-makeup makeup. Her skin, needing no meticulous care, was as smooth and smooth as a lotus flower emerging from the water. Such skin needed no concealer at all. Compared to the girls her age in the class, her complexion alone was more than a shade lighter, not to mention her figure and features, which were completely different.

She is already a stunning beauty. She only needs to use a very light blush to brighten her complexion and then use an eyebrow trimmer to slightly trim her eyebrows, which will make her facial features look more three-dimensional and softer.

Any change in her would be a topic of conversation. Even if her hair was a little messy one day, someone might make up some bad rumors about her. In those rumors, she was a dissolute and scheming Biaozi, but in a sense, this rumor was not wrong.

She is indeed a lustful person, but she is smart and will only show her lustful side to people who are worthy of her.

Tang Manwen liked this feeling. The feeling of a boy treating her like a goddess in front of her, but unscrupulously fantasizing about her behind her back.

She liked their eyes that concealed desire, young, impulsive, and flamboyant, as if hiding a raging wildfire that was going to burn her to ashes and plunge her into an irretrievable situation.

Tang Manwen's cheeks flushed, and even her breathing quickened. The beauty in the mirror had a hazy look in her eyes, her whole body trembling like a sieve, her icy skin shimmering with a rosy glow, dizzyingly gorgeous. It took a moment for her to regain consciousness, her cool, gentle expression resuming.

She dabbed a little jasmine tea balm on her collarbone, behind her ears, under her arms, and wrists.

She made this ointment herself. She boiled water over low heat without letting the water bubble up. When small bubbles appeared on the surface of the pot, she added a preheated porcelain bowl into the water. She used coconut oil to extract a sufficient amount of jasmine tea and Longjing tea leaves. After the tea leaves were fully soaked, she filtered them and gradually added beeswax. Finally, she poured the mixture into a small porcelain bowl to solidify.

The scent of her perfume is very elegant and refreshing, and the fragrance lingers long. Most importantly, the scent is natural, like the scent of someone just out of the bath, elegant, fresh, and with a hint of inexplicable enchantment, an ambiguous scent.

These are her little tricks. She put a lot of thought into creating this natural look.

Natural beauty is the best adornment, especially in today's Internet age.

It is difficult to tell whether the beauties on the Internet are real or fake. The charming and plump beauty on the screen may be a fat pig weighing nearly 200 pounds in reality. The beauty algorithms supported by computer programs and the advancement of medical technology have brought about plastic surgery. These two "advanced" productive forces have jointly built a greenhouse without oxygen, which is full of colorful fake flowers.

Even if some artificial flowers are exposed as silicon-based people, they will still insist that they are so-called "fine-tuned".

Tang Manwen loved the existence of these "fake flowers." She'd thought more than once that Xinhua was the better place, where anyone could soar to the top. This, however, blurred the hierarchy, causing some women to become overconfident. But Tang Manwen knew her father, Tang Longlong, was currently the director of the Agriculture and Forestry Bureau. Even if he rose through the ranks, he wouldn't be able to reach the top.

So what if you become the top boss?

The Agriculture and Forestry Bureau was a low-paying government office, with much of the work being done by elderly parents. Even traveling to other places was like going on a business trip. A girl like her, born into a family of middle-level civil servants, could barely be considered a daughter of an official in ancient times, but she was no match for the Liu family.

But this is different in the new era. Everything is possible in an upward society.

The internet is an amplifier, magnifying the stupidity and shortsightedness of certain groups. Some individuals, unscrupulously speaking in groups, command the majority of public opinion with a tiny minority. While claiming that "beauty" is undefinable, they simultaneously devalue words like "virtuous," "gentle," "mother," and "wife," creating all sorts of meaningless new words and phrases to bolster their power.

But these are all bubbles. When the lies that can be easily exposed are completely shattered and everyone opens their eyes, it will be obvious who will be doomed.

Tang Manwen likes the slogan-like declarations of the so-called "Dink" and "radical girls". The more they shout that men have original sin and the more they shout about "independence and beauty", the more precious the classical beauties like Tang Manwen who are "virtuous wives" become.

She recognized herself early on: without the nourishment of social connections, family, and relationships, people will instinctively turn to internal friction. If she doesn't have the heart and wisdom to overcome this internal friction, all kinds of sensitivity, neurosis, and extremism will arise.

She will burn herself out.

Tang Manwen knew she lacked such a strong heart and wisdom, so she adored these fools. They were practically a different species from her. They were foolish, vulgar, short-sighted, and despicable. They would madly fight over nonexistent immediate gains, like a herd of foolish goats, led by a blind leader, charging into a bottomless pit.

But Tang Manwen likes them. The louder they scream, the better. It would be best if the whole society could understand their stupidity, if the reputation of the entire Chinese female community could be damaged, and if it could be so bad that men would not dare to help strange women.

Individual interests can be built on the premise of collective harm, and Tang Manwen looks forward to their efforts. The harder they work to tear apart social consensus, the greater the benefits Tang Manwen will gain from her efforts to play the role of a good wife.

Tang Manwen braided her hair into a complicated butterfly braid before putting it up, securing it with an invisible hairband, revealing the delicate back of her neck. She knew the boy sitting behind her liked to stare at her back, so she was showing it to him, or rather, to them all, including Liu Yujin.

Her outstanding beauty is a glorious isolation from women of the same age, and it always brings her attention.

She had long since become one with those jealous, passionate, greedy, and malicious gazes, and the absence of outsiders' attention made her feel strangely uncomfortable. She didn't know what that feeling was, but it was a ridiculous joy that made her heart beat faster.

Tang Manwen instinctively reached for the bunny mask, but hesitated. She thought of a unique way to play, and her whole body trembled, her cheeks flushing. Previously, that damned Qin Zhixin had sent her a little yellow game centered around "exposure," a crudely crafted one, but as she secretly played it under the covers, her heart beat with extraordinary intensity.

Tang Manwen felt that he might have a similar habit, showing his most perfect side to others, but secretly revealing a little of his wild inner self to outsiders.

The beauty in the mirror, under the makeup light, was as gentle as a pool of spring water. Thinking of the way her male classmates looked at her, Tang Manwen's face became dazed, and even her breathing became a little faster.

She reveled in the pleasure of seducing others.

She didn't wear a bra, or even anything, but instead found a cotton shirt to put on. Even the fine-threaded cotton felt a bit rough against Tang Manwen's delicate skin. She took a few steps around the room, the friction of the cotton against her skin minimal, but it still gave her a strange shivering sensation, like a fat pigeon the size of a honeydew melon, sagging slightly under the influence of gravity without the support of a bra, and trembling with extraordinary joy with every step.

She had heard Qin Zhixin mock the boys in her class more than once, saying that they were cowards with the desire but not the courage, and they didn't even dare to look at her openly. Look at her, she had to do it secretly. They were just cowards, and no matter how good her grades were, she was destined to be a gigolo.

She used to envy Qin Zhixin's carefree attitude, but she would not say directly that she liked being peeped at.

Tang Manwen's hand touched somewhere, her lips opened slightly, and she began to breathe rapidly. A few drops of crystal saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, and even her skin became a little pink.

But she soon stopped, her face completely calm, but she was still panting, as if the action just now had exhausted all her strength. She lay back on the bed and covered her waist with the messy quilt.

She held her phone, feeling somewhat bored, and began listening to "Zizhi Tongjian: Jin Ji." A faint voice played from the phone, "If you hear of someone's faults, their faults will fade away and blessings will come; if you hear of someone's praises, their criticisms will diminish and disasters will come."

Tang Manwen licked her lips, silently reciting, "Give and take to promote the virtuous, humble yourself to admit your faults, just as the throne of heaven rests on a swift horse, and the tail of a tiger serves as a warning." But her favorite line was still, "The public has three strong desires: jealousy, self-righteousness and inhumanity, and the desire for supremacy."

This sentence is not only said to the ancients, but also to her. There is always great wisdom in history books that benefits her endlessly.

A woman can have two rebirths in her life, one is biological "birth" and the other is sociological "marriage".

She should express jealousy at appropriate times, but not be petty. She can express dislike for outsiders, but not be self-centered. She can be intimate with Liu Yujin, but she must let him know that she cares about him through details.

Tang Manwen narrowed her eyes, seeming weary. She took a picture of her perfectly shaped legs and sent it directly to Liu Tingjin. The quilt barely covered her legs, but they were languid yet delicate, graceful like a blooming datura. Her thorns were venomous, laced with a poison that would kill on impact.

"Tang Manwen: I'm so tired. I've been sleeping until now. I wake up and fall asleep again."

Without paying attention to the reply, Tang Manwen casually tossed her phone on the bedside table and wiped off the light makeup on her face with a wet tissue. The "little activity" just now had made her sweat a little, and her makeup was white, but fortunately it was just some blush, so it was wiped off.

Chapter 77: Unfeeling and Ungrateful

Tang Manwen is used to keeping things in her heart and letting the messy things rot slowly in her heart.

She let her thoughts rot into soil in her heart, but she didn't know what flowers she could grow.

Tang Manwen had long understood Liu Tingjin's personality. He might have pretended to be nice when they first got to know each other, but now he was very impatient, as if he was afraid of missing out on a piece of her tender tofu.

Not long after she took his photo, he wanted to ask her out, desperate to squeeze out some time alone with her during the short vacation which was already coming to an end. He even said something like reviewing for the monthly exam in advance, which sounded inappropriate.

Tang Manwen didn't reply to him immediately. She didn't want to, and she was too lazy to reply. She had already said she was very tired today. This is not "past tense", but "present continuous tense".

Even if she saw the message from the other party, she shouldn't reply. It would be more beneficial to their relationship if she could whet Liu Yujin's appetite a little.

Her body needs rest, her mind is full of chaotic thoughts, and she needs some time to buffer after intense sudden activities and before unknown activities. Her intimacy should be ambiguous, and her consent should be half-hearted. A moderate hunger before a meal often brings a better experience.

After finishing her makeup, she replied to Liu Yujin's message, sending an "OK" emoji. After counting ten seconds, she withdrew her message, then sent another "OK" before tossing her phone aside. The ring light around the makeup mirror illuminated her face brightly, and the perfect amount of blush made her pale face radiant, like a lotus flower with a hint of rosy white.

She is different from that damn girl Qin Zhixin. That girl's "badness" is simply because she is heartless.

Qin Zhixin always seemed to have a faint sense of distance towards both the opposite sex and the same sex, a feeling that was close to looking down on her. She might have been laughing and joking with her the day before, but she would most likely forget it once she left.

If you take a wrong path, you will always be a stranger, and ultimately just a passerby. It's as if the person on the other side is a phantom living independently in another dimension, as if they no longer exist after leaving. Yet, it's hard to be angry with her. After all, Qin Zhixin has the most affectionate and romantic face, but also the most ungrateful and unkind nature.

But Tang Manwen is different. Her "badness" lies in her insatiable desires.

She sought coolness from the sun and warmth from the north wind. Or, as the saying goes, "If you're close, you're disrespectful; if you're far away, you're resentful." Tang Manwen had long known there was no such thing as having it both ways, but she refused to accept it. She was greedy, wanting too much and more.

She was eager to show off her beauty, but she was afraid that her offer was too low. She wanted Liu Yujin to be devoted to her forever, even if he hadn't gotten her yet. But she knew that beauty alone could never tie a man down.

It is human nature to desire more after getting something. The impulse of "love" brought by pheromones only lasts for eighteen months at most. Ordinary people's enthusiasm for discussing love is the same as the behavior of poor people going into debt to buy luxury goods. It is a kind of spectacle after the overflow of productivity in postmodern society.

Tang Manwen was very smart, but she knew early on that she wasn't smart enough. She knew that the biggest problem for people like her was that they didn't have the ability to match their own desires, so she understood that the best relationship between her and Liu Yujin was one of parasitism and obedience.

So she is acting all the time, pretending in front of others and behind their backs. She plays "Tang Manwen" so naturally, but after wearing the mask for so long, even she has forgotten what kind of person she is. When she takes off her carefully trained expression, she even feels a little dazed.

What expression should she show, whether in her eyes or facial features? Should she cry or laugh? Or cry and laugh at the same time?

The "Tang Manwen" in the mirror had a strange and somewhat hideous expression. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or sad, and it was distorted like her thoughts. The strange expression on her face in the mirror reminded Tang Manwen of the strange expression Qin Zhixin made to her, which made her laugh out loud.

She wanted to show her wildness, it was her true nature, just today, just for a few hours.

After today, she will be that dignified lady again.

Tang Manwen stood up. The airy feeling beneath her silk blouse, coupled with the strange friction with the fabric, caused her brain to freeze for a moment. The sudden euphoria brought a brief dizziness that nearly knocked her off her feet. She threw on a windbreaker, adding a plaid silk scarf to prevent drafts from entering the collar.

The scarf covered her neck and chin, but did not cover her lipstick-coated lips, which were as crystal clear as ripe cherries.

The well-made trench coat made her look a little thin, but it gave her a strange charm. She looked like a city beauty from a dubbed film before the millennium, while her hairstyle and temperament were elegant, like a noble girl in a Renaissance oil painting.

She must have been a girl of the Renaissance, when bunny hats had not yet been invented and she would go out without anything underneath, just like she does now.

Liu Tingjin asked her to meet in the classroom at school. He just sent a message saying that he had arrived and asked her what she had withdrawn.

Tang Manwen only sent the "OK" emoticon pack after seeing it. This was her test. At least until now, Liu Yujin still had her in his heart.

She liked this feeling of peace of mind. Knowing what was going on meant her less to make rash moves. She knew her IQ wasn't high, and if Liu Yujin really set his mind to testing her, he'd definitely be able to find out if he wanted to.

When we arrived at No. 1 Middle School, it was just after 1:00 p.m., and there were already quite a few students there.

Even though it was still over ten degrees outside, the school had already turned on the heating, not only in the classrooms but also in the halls.

Tang Manwen took off her windbreaker and walked to her classroom. She walked with a deliberate catwalk, her black leather shoes, freshly polished with pine mink oil, shining brightly. The sound of her shoes clacking against the ground made her free-fitting breasts tremble with joy, and the top of her fitted shirt also bounced.

The architecture of No. 1 Middle School and Nanshi High School is very different. The several teaching buildings of Nanshi High School are all independent buildings. The old brick buildings before the founding of the People's Republic of China have not been demolished. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a batch of them were built and demolished every ten years. Most of them are practical Soviet-style buildings, crooked like patches, and they no longer look beautiful in the new century.