After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

As the leader of the Nanshi High School team, Zhou Xinshu will be alone in the first row of the three-school formation with the leaders of the other two schools. Only after the three of them have walked half a circle holding the school flag will the three-school formation begin to enter.

At that time, Li Jing will stand at the front of the Class 4 team of Nanshi High School with Qin Zhixin. Qin Zhixin will be responsible for holding the sign, and Li Jing will be responsible for holding the flagpole.

After several people confirmed the order of entry again and again, Li Jing and Qin Zhixin returned to the fourth class of Nanshi High School with the sign and school flag.

At 8:30, some students from Nanshi High School had not arrived yet. Ningjiang Middle School was far away, so only the first-year students had arrived. But even so, there were nearly 4,000 people on the scene, and the entire stadium was in chaos.

Since the people from Nanling TV Station had already arrived, Kong Yucheng did not wait any longer. He asked the teachers below to manage the order on the scene and then he went to entertain the photographer.

Just now, when meeting the photographer, Kong Yucheng forcefully shoved a pack of Liqun cigarettes into his hand. They were cheap cigarettes, but the Liqun cigarettes came in a solid wooden box, and inside were a real cigarette and nineteen fake cigarettes wrapped in 100-yuan bills, which would have been worth a conservative estimate of three to four thousand yuan.

The photographer was no stranger to this, but when he saw Kong Yucheng pull out the only real cigarette and personally light it for him, he smiled subtly. He had originally planned to fool around and get the job done, and had initially thought it was a bit boring, but he hadn't expected Kong Yucheng to be so good at dealing with people. He gave a small fry like him enough face and even offered him a considerable amount of extra money.

It seems that the order below is almost under control, Kong Yucheng said to the photographer with a smile on his face.

"I'll trouble you from now on. I hope to take more photos of our No. 1 Middle School."

Then Kong Yucheng approached him again and whispered, "You can also take more pictures of the girl who leads the Nanshigao team. She is my relative."

After saying this, Kong Yucheng showed a meaningful smile.

"Okay, that's a bother. I'll set up the banquet after I'm done."

The photographer thanked them repeatedly and ran to the playground with his camera, where he met the student team of Nanshi High School.

Class 4 had already lined up, while classes 1 through 3 were still laughing and joking. The Nanshi High School team lined up behind No. 1 Middle School, each class forming a square formation. Qin Zhixin and Li Jing would lead the Rocket Class into the arena first, followed by classes 1 through 3 in order.

Li Jing and Qin Zhixin, one holding a sign and the other a flag, stood unsteadily. Li Jing's fat calf had cramped, and she first heard him complaining about the pain, while Gang from Class 4 behind him was still making a fuss. Li Jing was usually popular, and many of his classmates joked with him, asking him to shake his butt harder.

Qin Zhixin and Li Jing were not familiar with each other and were too lazy to pay attention. She just leaned the sign against the ground. Suddenly, she saw the photographer coming with a camera to take pictures, and she hurriedly held the sign obediently, not daring to move.

on the rostrum.

Kong Yucheng finished smoking a cigarette and walked up to the podium with three bottles of drinks in his hands.

He first distributed a bottle to each of the student representatives from the three schools who were already on the rostrum with a smile on his face, moved the chair in the middle away, glanced at the neatly arranged queues below the stage, and looked at the crowded auditorium. At this moment, he felt quite high-spirited.

Life is not always smooth sailing, but Kong Yucheng feels that it is not too late for him to repent.

To "handle things", one must be able to make money and spend it. Not only must one be able to get money for one's subordinates, but one must also be able to give the money out in an appropriate way.

Zhang Juzheng used Qi Jiguang's mink fur coats to create the striped weaving system, and Hu Xueyan used Zuo Zongtang's influence to pave the Silk Road tea trade. One must learn to leverage power, to keep the lion's share for those above them, and to use the remaining small share to support those below them. Only when more people, like Kong Yucheng, fish for food on the rope, will the hemp rope transform into a steel cable. If someone wants to investigate him, even more people will come to his defense.

Human relationships? Merely bonds of interest. In the arena of power, where is the debate about the good and the bad? It's merely a shift in the balance of power. When a thousand ships set sail one day, who will even remember the few grains of sand that clung to their bottoms?

Throughout the Jiangsu Province education community, no matter where my senior and I went, the local education bureau would treat us like honored guests. Qiao Chunmu's status was solely due to his status at Nanling Experimental High School, having used the nation's top resources to build a dilapidated institution.

He saw through it early on: some people, self-righteous and disdainful of "schemes," were simply making excuses for their own inability to accomplish anything. When everything failed, they blamed others' excessive "schemes," never mentioning that it was their own poor distribution of benefits.

Ridiculous! The power field is not a glass cup, but an alchemy furnace. The feathers of love are for show, not for real action. The best state of communication is when you and the other party have something on each other. In this way, you can weigh the pros and cons before communicating, avoiding a bunch of useless nonsense.

In Kong Yucheng's opinion, Qiao Chunmu is such a person. He seems to offend no one and seems to be very clean, but the implementation of financial appropriations is a mess.

Qiao Chunmu has countless excuses to make. In ancient times, he might be called a "clean stream," but a more apt description is "mediocrity." Mediocre people always blame their failures on unspoken rules, but they fail to see that the true rules of the game are always clear and obvious.

Kong Yucheng couldn't help but take a deep breath, sat in the center of the rostrum, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He felt a wave of intoxication, a sense of elation, even breathing could make him intoxicated. Kong Yucheng listened to the noisy voices and inexplicably remembered the beautiful girl from Nanshi High School. It seemed that the car in the car that day was just as noisy.

"Principal Kong, the parameters on Teacher Zhan's side have been adjusted."

A teacher from No. 1 Middle School ran over and whispered in his ear.

"Then start!"

Kong Yucheng opened his eyes, stood up, tested the microphone in front of him, and clapped his hands a few times. The 16 large speakers surrounding the stadium emitted a synchronized clapping sound.

The speakers began playing music, the classic "Welcome March," a nationally recognized tune. The still-noisy gymnasium was instantly silenced by a series of short, rapid melodies and rhythms. After testing the microphone's transmission function, Kong Yucheng called over a student representative from his No. 1 Middle School. He was a male senior who had achieved a high of second place in the twelve-school joint entrance exam, making him a top-ranked talent from his own school.

Kong Yucheng looked caring and whispered a few words to the student, asking him not to feel any pressure, which moved the boy deeply. Kong Yucheng made way and motioned him to come forward.

The boy walked to the microphone, and Kong Yucheng picked up the microphone himself, handed it to the boy with both hands, and activated the voice transmission function.

He took a deep breath and tried to adjust himself to the best condition.

“Dear school leaders, dear teachers, dear students”

The boy above was trembling in his voice when he spoke. Although Qin Zhixin was a little disdainful, she also understood.

If she were asked to go on stage and speak in front of thousands of people, she would probably be so nervous that she wouldn't be able to utter a word.

The speech was still full of clichés, and Qin Zhixin didn't even bother listening. But she couldn't help but wonder why the boy's voice had a tearful quality when he read the script. When the script was finished, the principal of No. 1 Middle School led the applause from the podium. The clapping sound passed through the microphone and was transmitted via electrical signals to every speaker.

Following Kong Yucheng's applause, the audience also erupted in enthusiastic applause. Qin Zhixin saw that everyone around her was clapping, so she clapped a few times herself reluctantly.

"Thank you so much for Jiang Tao's opening remarks. This must be Jiang Tao's first time speaking in front of so many students. He was so calm on his first try. Excellent!"

After saying that, Kong Yucheng applauded again, and the teachers and students below also applauded again.

"This is the first time that our three schools—Nanling No. 1 Middle School, Nanling Experimental Middle School, and Nanling Ningjiang Middle School—have jointly held a school sports meet. I believe that with Jiang Tao's successful opening remarks, this school sports meet will surely be a complete success!"

This time Kong Yucheng did not applaud. The teacher from No. 1 Middle School below was very observant and was the first to applaud. The scene was filled with warm applause again.

Chapter 82 Admission Registration

Qin Zhixin and Li Jing were assigned by the teacher to register for the 1000-meter and 3000-meter races. These were held in the afternoon, but they had already registered for the sprint events in the morning. All the applicants for these two events were boys, and they were a minority of the minority who took the initiative to register. They were either truly talented or just unlucky.

In most cases, it is the latter, and most of them are caught just to make up the numbers.

This kind of energy-intensive event is thankless and requires a long rest period after running, so it is difficult to fill up the class. Faced with this situation, many classes simply draw lots and randomly pick a boy to fill the number.

Qin Zhixin's face was expressionless. She sat upright at the table, looking particularly serious.

After being assigned the work, she didn't dare to play with her phone or be absent-minded in public, so she had to register on the roster honestly.

Many boys in the queue in front of her were staring at her. When they had a legitimate reason to touch her, those gazes of surprise or admiration became unbridled.

Qin Zhixin knew very well how to deal with strangers. She shouldn't show any expression at this time and should put on a sour face as much as possible.

Li Jing still felt a little awkward sitting next to Qin Zhixin. He secretly glanced at Qin Zhixin from the corner of his eye, but she didn't pay any attention to him.

He recalled the image he'd seen of her in Class 4 that early morning. She was wearing a charming skirt, and the unassuming jacket she wore concealed her slender, voluptuous figure beneath. Qin Zhixin was always so alluring, always so beautiful. She sauntered gracefully through the door of her classroom, like a jade-like fairy descending into the mortal realm.

She walked straight up to Yang Qichao, whom she thought had little presence.

Li Jing was recalling her charming smile in the car just now. Her movements as she leaned in close to Yang Qichao to whisper something, her delicate body almost pressing against his, so ambiguous. She smiled as she spoke, playful and charming, like a fairy who had fallen in love with a mortal, her every frown and smile filled with grace and elegance.

Li Jing admitted that he was a little jealous.

He was jealous of Yang Qichao because he couldn't figure it out.

During their summer class remedial classes, he had only a vague impression of Yang Qichao. Yang Qichao wasn't a distinctive figure. He always appeared in the background, almost like boring images like mountains, trees, and rocks.

Yang Qichao didn't like to laugh, his expression was dull, and he seemed to be very serious all the time.

The first time Li Jing heard about Yang Qichao was at the end of summer vacation. A female classmate was complaining about him. She wanted to borrow his notes, but Yang Qichao refused, saying he hadn't finished them yet.

Li Jing thought Yang Qichao was a bit of a show-off, and that he was just trying to impress the girls. But not long after, Qin Zhixin appeared like a deus ex machina.

Li Jing still remembers her appearance that day. She was so beautiful that it gave him a strong sense of unreality.

He already knew her name: Qin Zhixin, who had previously studied at Lianhu No. 2 Middle School. He had seen her photo, shared in the junior high school group chat. At the time, he had dismissed it as photoshopped, believing that no one could be this beautiful, let alone a junior high student.

But when he first saw Qin Zhixin in person, he was completely stunned because she was much more beautiful than in the photo. She was like an elf that did not exist in this world, beautiful without any flaws.

It's not a gift from God that a woman can grow up like this. It's probably because God was afraid that she would be hungry, so he inserted a gastric tube in her and monitored her around the clock.

That day, Li Jing watched her walk through the doorway and up to Yang Qichao. Her gaze didn't linger even for a moment on anyone except Yang Qichao. She simply passed by him, leaving behind only a gust of fragrant air.

Li Jing stared at her outside the classroom that day, his heart beating fast.

That day, Li Jing felt like he was getting to know Yang Qichao for the first time.

Gradually, as Qin Zhixin and Yang Qichao were always seen together after school, rumors began to spread.

Most girls said they were a couple, while most boys insisted they were just acquaintances. But as long as Qin Zhixin didn't make it official, they always had a little hope, even if it was so slim that it was almost zero.

Li Jing never participates in such topics because he has the answer in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to care about Qin Zhixin. If it were someone else, he probably wouldn't bother to pay attention.

He was not familiar with her, he did not understand her, he did not know her past, he did not know her hobbies, he did not know her personality. He was just a shallow moth, wanting to fly towards the fire that Qin Zhixin's perfect appearance ignited in his heart.

Later, Zhou Xinshu appeared, and he had even less chance. Zhou Xinshu was more outstanding than Yang Qichao, with better grades and a more cheerful personality. His family was also very wealthy, and it was said that his relatives had some connections.

Li Jing's mind was in a mess, while Qin Zhixin was busy registering.

"Classmates, school? Project? And names."

Qin Zhixin looked at the boy in front of her with an expressionless face.

The boy looked short and fat, an unlucky guy who had been chosen by lottery. She waited for him to speak with a kind of amusement, hoping he would mention the 3,000-meter race, and so she did, one delicate hand holding the bottom corner of the 37-meter race roster, ready to flip open at any moment.

It would be best for this little fat kid to run 3,000 meters, by which time he would be out of breath, or simply run to the infirmary.

This is the most fun!

The fat boy's face flushed, a bit shy under Qin Zhixin's gaze. For him, the opportunity to be up close and personal with a stunning beauty like this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He opened his mouth and then closed it, seemingly mustering the courage to speak.

"Classmate, I'm not an athlete. I just want to ask where the toilet is."

Qin Zhixin's pretty face was almost frozen in coldness. Her hands were shaking as she held the roster, and she couldn't help but wrinkle the corners of the paper. She pointed in the opposite direction of the playground toilet with disdain. The fat boy wanted to say something, but Qin Zhixin had already spoken.

"Next!"

The next person was an acquaintance, Lv Panshan, from Class 3 next door at Nanshi High School. He was tall and strong, like a door god. They'd played table tennis together in the gym, and Qin Zhixin had thought he was a pro. But as soon as he got on the court, he threw his racket, revealing his butt before his face.

"Classmates, projects and names."

Qin Zhixin's face was cold as she flipped through the 3,000-meter roster to the page about Nanshi High School. She already felt that this guy was unreliable, so naturally, she wasn't in a good mood towards him.

When asked, Lu Panshan was stunned for a moment and then asked back.

"What are you talking about, Qin? I was just distracted."

"I said, tell me the project and name!"

Qin Zhixin felt a headache. This grandson was indeed unreliable. This time, Lu Panshan heard clearly. He first struck a particularly silly pose, showing a silly smile, and said.

"Nanshigao Lu Panshan! Long jump!"

Qin Zhixin felt so angry that her temples were throbbing and even her breathing became rapid.

"Long jump is in line next door! Next up!"

The big guy left, and the next one was another acquaintance from Nanshigao.

The pretty boy in Class 3, Xie Yifu, was quite handsome. A girl from Class 1 had even confessed her feelings for him, and it had caused quite a stir. Qin Zhixin could tell these two were getting along, and she glared at him with a stern expression. He was always hanging out with unreliable people like Lu Panshan, so there was a good chance he was also unreliable.

"Classmate, project name."

Qin Zhixin had no expression on her face.

Su Weiguang felt a little embarrassed, touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm also in the long jump, and I'm in the wrong line too."

Qin Zhixin stared at him with an expressionless face.

Su Weiguang blushed as he was stared at, and under Qin Zhixin's cold gaze, he slipped away to the team next to him.

Qin Zhixin couldn't hold it in any longer this time. She stood up and slammed her delicate pink fist on the table. She wanted to speak but the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

After a few seconds to recover, she shouted to the team in front.

"Here are the 1,000-meter and 3,000-meter events! Don't queue up here if you're not signing up for these two events! Next one!"

Qin Zhixin was in so much pain that she couldn't control her voice, revealing her most genuine childish voice, a little sharp and sounding exasperated. Adding to the physiological tears she shed from the pain, she sounded like an angry kitten baring its teeth and claws.

The next one was a boy she didn’t know and he didn’t look very special.

"Name School Project!"

The boy said a little embarrassedly.

"Hello, classmate. I'm from Ningjiang Middle School, my name is Dong Shun, and I've signed up for the 3,000-meter race."

Qin Zhixin saw that he had finally come to life. The three bastards before him were not reliable at all. She quickly flipped to the column for Ningjiang Middle School at 3,000 meters, looked for it, and ticked his name.

She cleared her throat and sat down again. She felt a little bit frustrated just now.

After all, it's normal to feel a little angry after encountering three completely incompetent people in a row.

"next."

She squeezed out her usual cold voice.

The next one is Fang Qiyun.