After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

This watch was a gift from Qin Zhixin, bought for him a week before he left Nanling. She called it a tool watch, and in her own words, it was "very durable," but Yang Qichao took great care of it, even applying a film to the stainless steel case.

"Boss, based on what you said, is your high school classmate pretty?"

"very beautiful."

Xie Ziweng gasped in shock. During the nightly chats in the dormitory, whenever Yang Qichao commented on appearance, the highest he'd give her was a "barely pretty" comment. Yang Qichao always spoke seriously. Unlike Wang Da, who was known for his flirtatious ways, anyone who wasn't ugly was his goddess.

The evaluation of "very beautiful" coming from Yang Qichao's mouth is absolutely full of gold content.

"How pretty is she? Compared to Fang Yi from the Academy of Arts?"

Zhang Wenchang was in the mood. He had hooked up with Fang Yi at the last social gathering. She was a C+ size girl with a melon-shaped face and wheat-colored skin. She had no shortage of suitors, and Zhang Wenchang had to spend a lot of money to get her.

Yang Qichao remained silent. This reaction was equivalent to saying openly that Fang Yi from the Academy of Literature was far inferior to his female classmate.

Zhang Wenchang carried Yang Qichao upstairs directly, wrapped his arms around him, and acted like a bootlicker.

"Brother, do you have a photo of my sister-in-law? Please! Let me take a look!"

"Yes, but I haven't seen her in two years. There are only pictures of her from high school."

"Brother, you're hiding it too well. What is this? White Moonlight?"

Xie Ziweng and Wang Da also came over to take a look, wanting to see what the girl who received such a high evaluation from Yang Qichao looked like.

"Boss, could it be that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder? You see, if you've known her since childhood and have always liked her in your heart, then her appearance will be beautified in your mind. But in reality, I... Holy shit!"

Yang Qichao dug out a photo of him and Qin Zhixin.

Qin Zhixin was holding a fishing rod and a bucket, looking at the camera with a grin. Her skin, like the finest white porcelain, seemed to be glowing in the sun. The surging rabbit's heart vaguely showed the bottomless ravine. Her innocent little face was lecherous, and her eyes seemed to be able to speak. They were clearly pure almond shape, but the movement of her eyes seemed to draw out thousands of threads of love. She was truly charming.

Xie Ziweng, who was about to say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, was stunned. This wasn't just "very beautiful", this was a fairy!

Xie Ziweng was sure that this photo had not been beautified, because Yang Qichao's dull black face was also in it, and the contrast effect was comparable to Beauty and the Beast.

"Brother! Why don't you go rent some proper clothes? I don't think it's appropriate for you to wear this to meet her."

Wang Da swallowed his saliva, and an indescribable bitterness rose in his heart.

He knew he had a strong sexual arousal. He had a sloppy mouth and wasn't exactly good-looking, but he was really trying. He'd thought he wouldn't be the last single person in the dorm to find love. After all, the boss, Yang Qichao, had been acting like a monk, seemingly uninterested in women. Xie Ziweng, a complete otaku, loved nothing more than playing games.

But I really didn't expect that the boss was hiding so deeply.

If he knew this beautiful girl who was so charming that she seemed un-human, he would probably tell all the male classmates in the department about her as a bragging point on the first day of school.

As a result, the boss not only hid until now, but if we didn't go to meet him now, he would probably hide for a few more years.

Yang Qichao ignored the three animals' shouting and yelling. He packed up, took his cell phone and campus card and left.

Just as he was about to leave, Wang Da called him.

"Boss, are you going to take a taxi? Or should I take my car? I'll be the driver. Please, brother! I promise not to get mad and just be the driver quietly! If you say one more word, I'll be a puppy!"

Wang Da's eyes were full of pleading, and Zhang Wenchang only reacted at this time.

"Fatty, what are you doing? Your shabby Emgrand doesn't even have a license plate. It would be too cheap to ride in your car."

"Damn it, don't take my car next time you go out. You act like you have something."

Zhang Wenchang stiffened his neck and resisted stubbornly.

"I haven't even passed my driving test, so why should I buy a car? Besides, I don't even mind my son's car being bad, so why are you being so pretentious?"

"Boss, I'll drive to pick her up! When the time comes, whatever my sister-in-law wants to eat, just drive and step on the accelerator and we'll be there."

Wang Da patted his fat chest, which was bigger than some girls'. His fat kept shaking when he patted it.

"She's not my girlfriend, we haven't confirmed the relationship. We've just been friends since we were little."

Yang Qichao corrected Wang Da's remarks, which made Zhang Wenchang chuckle.

"Brother, it's really big. I can tell the child won't be hungry once I see him."

Yang Qichao was momentarily stunned. When he finally understood what Zhang Wenchang was referring to, he was speechless.

Xie Ziweng, who never got to join in on such conversations, simply watched. He had just woken up and hadn't yet grasped the situation. Hadn't Yang Qichao always lived like a monk? How did he suddenly have a childhood sweetheart?

He's not usually a quiet person, but when it comes to the anime world, he can excitedly recount the plot for over an hour without stopping. To outsiders, this might seem a bit crazy, but that's just his preference. When the other guys in the dorm talk about women, he simply thinks the girls in the anime world have too many flaws, and instead yearns for the anime world.

Flat characters, flat personalities, and a flat worldview—all speaking in the peculiarly 2D voice of the series. The fictional world on screen is so beautiful, so beautiful that reality seems rotting and hideous in comparison.

Just like Zhang Wenchang, who seems to be very talkative and changes girlfriends every few months, but is that because he doesn't want to go deeper? Isn't it because they break up for all kinds of strange reasons? Every time they break up, they become emo, feel uncomfortable for a long time, and then start to control their little head again. When they find the next one, they swear that the one they are dating is special.

The shelf life of Zhang Wenchang's feelings is even shorter than the shelf life of Xie Ziweng's feelings for the paper characters in the game who only speak a few fixed sentences. At least when he recharges money in the two-dimensional world, the paper characters in his account will not betray him or make unreasonable demands on him.

But this time he hesitated. The girl in the photo was smiling sweetly, and for the first time, he felt a strange palpitation in his heart, as if a little figure carefully crafted by God had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.

Xie Ziweng was certain she was prettier than the paper figurine model on his phone. He mumbled, trying to speak, but couldn't.

"Boss, if you say that, doesn't that mean you and the goddess are childhood sweethearts?"

Wang Da found the clothes he thought were the most handsome in the closet and put them on, then he searched for clean socks with his chubby hairy legs exposed.

"more or less."

"Boss, take my car. My car is cheap, but isn't the price of a taxi the same? I'm definitely more reliable than ride-hailing drivers."

"Brother, take me with you too. I'll give you some advice. I have a lot of experience!"

Zhang Wenchang also came up shamelessly.

"Bullshit! What reference should I give you? A reference to a three-month breakup, huh?"

Wang Da quickly refused without waiting for Yang Qichao to speak. Zhang Wenchang had the best image among the four people in the dormitory. If he was allowed to go, how could he, Wang Da, leave an impression on his new goddess?

Chapter 85 Dare to Say and Believe

After lunch, Qin Zhixin slipped away from the playground. She wanted to find a place to sleep. She was easily sleepy after lunch, even if she didn't eat much.

Qin Zhixin scurried to the inner side of the second floor of the gymnasium. Two days ago, when she came to No. 1 Middle School, she noticed there were quite a few small rooms here. These were probably used to store sports equipment that wasn't used on a regular basis. The doors were all ordinary wooden, but each one was padlocked.

But this didn't bother Qin Zhixin at all.

She had always been incredibly clever at devious ways, so she'd mastered lock picking from the ground up. Even this "dumb" old-fashioned pin lock was something she'd already learned in kindergarten. All it took was a safety pin. In the drawer of the volunteer service desk were several boxes of safety pins, originally meant for athletes to pin their numbers on. Before leaving, Qin Zhixin stole two.

She paused for a moment at the corner of the stairwell on the second floor, peering in to make sure no one was there before tiptoeing to choose a room. She stood on tiptoe at the door and peered in through the small window above it, looking rather sly.

The first room was filled with various basketballs and volleyballs, and in the corner were rows of badminton rackets and shuttlecocks.

Qin Zhixin was secretly shocked. The basketballs and other equipment at Nanshi High School were all provided by the students themselves. In comparison, No. 1 Middle School at least had everything it needed to save face. Even if these things were not valuable, they would have a lot of "daily wear and tear". If they were fully equipped, it would cost a certain amount of money every month.

The second room was covered with thick curtains and it was pitch black inside. I had no idea what was inside.

The third room was still two rooms long, about a third the size of a classroom, not much bigger than a bathroom. Near the window was a thick mat. Qin Zhixin didn't know the scientific name for it, but it looked like something used for high jumps. Next to it was a large stack of folding mats for sit-ups.

Qin Zhixin whistled as if nothing had happened, then wandered to the corner of the stairs, peered down, and after confirming that no one was there, she immediately headed straight for the room. She stopped in front of the padlock, took out a pin, and inserted the tip into the keyhole of the lock cylinder. She twisted it hard to bend the head, then pushed it in again, applying slight upward pressure.

She felt the pin encounter resistance. Based on her rich experience in picking locks as a child, she knew that the pin would usually be inserted crookedly the first time, and she could just adjust it slightly afterwards.

Qin Zhixin was concentrating on tinkering with it, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, feeling inexplicably excited. She tried to gently rotate the pin and continue to probe inside. When she felt the depth was about right, she leaned her head close, put her ear close to the padlock, and even held her breath.

Qin Zhixin turned the pin very gently, and encountered a small movable part at a certain angle. She twisted it a little harder, and a tiny snapping sound came from the lock, and the copper lock opened.

After blowing another seriously out-of-tune whistle, Qin Zhixin kicked open the wooden door. The wind blew through the door, raising dust that fluttered in the reflected light, and there seemed to be a sense of desolation in it.

[It's so clean in here, girl, come on, lie down and sleep! Just like a pig, sleep a few more times.]

The system started to become weird.

[Just open the window, what a hypocrite! ]

How dare I call you pretentious? You even rolled around in mud with dogs when you were a kid. What's a little dust to you?

The system continued to output, and his words reminded Qin Zhixin of her own dark history. When she was a child, she was pumping water from the fish pond and went into the mud to catch fish. The neighbor's dog stood by and refused to go down, so she grabbed it and grabbed it as well.

She couldn't help blushing at the thought of this, but she still remained stubborn.

[You, you're not even human, what do you know? I used to roll around in the mud in my past life! It's good for your health!]

Although she either acted crazy or used all kinds of fallacies and heresies when arguing, and was generally unreasonable, this time she still silenced the system.

He now has some doubts about whether he had ever rolled in the mud in his previous life. It can only be said that like grandfather and grandson are like grandson. Qin Zhixin's current behavior is indeed somewhat similar to his own.

Qin Zhixin first opened the window to let in some fresh air. She patted the cushion again, but not much dust was raised, so it was barely clean.

She propped the door shut with a shelf, then lay on her side on the mat and played with her phone for a while. She plugged in her headphones and played a movie she'd downloaded in advance, but soon she felt sleepy.

…………

At 1:30 p.m., the sports meet continued after a short lunch break. Qin Zhixin hadn't arrived yet. She was sound asleep. No matter how noisy it was outside, she couldn't hear clearly through her headphones. She just felt a little noisy. She turned over in a daze, smacked her lips, and went back to sleep.

At the starting line of the 3,000-meter race on the playground, those preparing to run stood in a row. The characteristic of the students participating in this sport was that they had clear boundaries.

Those who signed up voluntarily looked strong and sporty, wearing shorts and vests. Those who signed up passively, however, were all about participation. They came in all shapes and sizes, tall and short, thick and thin, and their clothing was even more diverse. This group of "strong men" gathered sparsely, chatting and laughing even as they were about to run.

Fang Qiyun was wearing a pair of thick jeans today. He liked jeans because they were wear-resistant, easy to care for, and stain-resistant. Even if they were stained with gravy, it wouldn't be noticeable. Except for the fact that the crotch was easily rubbed during exercise, jeans were good in all other aspects.

In front of Fang Qiyun, there were a few "professional" looking people stretching to warm up their bodies. Fang Qiyun stood there motionless, calm and composed, not panicking at all.

He is a simple man, and when Qin Zhixin tells him that he should slack off, he will believe her.

The starting gun sounded, and Fang Qiyun dragged his fat body and moved half a circle with difficulty, then walked straight towards the playground exit, directly separating from the team.

There were also a few students who were picked up to make up the numbers. When they saw Fang Qiyun leave the team, they understood what this kid was planning and simply left the track and walked in the direction Fang Qiyun had left. The students who were close to the stands saw someone running a few steps and then wandering off, and they all started to make a fuss.

Fang Qiyun didn't seem to be ashamed. He smiled as he walked, waved at the students above him, and looked extremely arrogant. The few people behind him followed suit, each of them also being extremely arrogant. However, they didn't notice that the photographer had already pointed the camera at them. Not only the photographer, but also the principal of No. 1 Middle School, Kong Yucheng, was looking at them.

…………

Qin Zhixin yawned and opened her eyes drowsily.

The air in this small room was not very good and there was always a smell of dust, but Qin Zhixin still slept very comfortably.

She woke up but not fully. She tapped her ears a few times with her little hand, but couldn't find her phone, so she raised her left arm to look at her watch.

It's already past three in the afternoon.

She vaguely remembered that the volunteers were supposed to gather at 1:20?

But she wasn't awake yet, her almond-shaped eyes half-lidded as she stared at the enamel dial. No matter how many times she looked at it, she always thought the bird on it was beautiful and never tired of looking at it. Her mind still hadn't come to its senses, and she dazedly thought it would take a while before the gathering time came.

【Girl, gather at 1:20.】

The system suddenly interrupted.

【No rush, it’s only three o’clock.】

Qin Zhixin replied in a daze, but something seemed wrong.

Qin Zhixin didn't react at first, stunned for a few seconds. Then her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she tried to scramble off the mat. But she overestimated her ability again and fell back down, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. The excessive movement also caused her phone to fall to the ground.

"My grass!"

She couldn't help but scream, and now she was completely awake.

Hearing the sound of the phone falling to the ground, Qin Zhixin ignored the pain in her body. She only felt heartache. She quickly crawled to the edge of the mat and picked up the phone on the ground, doing a preliminary inspection.

The screen was not broken. She pressed the power button and the phone turned on normally. Only then did she feel relieved and used her free hand to rub her butt that was hurt by the fall.

[Look at your lack of ability. What if this broken phone is broken? ]

Qin Zhixin didn't get angry after hearing this. After all, it wasn't the first or second time that the system had called her useless.

If it breaks, give me a new one. The recently released Fruit 5s will be fine. I'm not picky about specs. The more RAM, the better!

"You think I'm a bodhisattva and want to make a wish for me, right? Okay, if you can get into the top ten in your class on the exam the day after tomorrow, I'll get you a top-of-the-line model."

Qin Zhixin was stunned for a moment, but immediately grasped the key point.

[What the hell? What exam? What the hell!]

She was completely overwhelmed this time. Not only did she wake up late, but she was also faced with a test. This was like a bolt from the blue.

[The joint entrance exam will be for four or five schools. The sophomores will have a bigger one, but I'm not sure about the freshmen. They'll have to take it anyway, and they'll take it right after the school sports meet.]

The system said nonchalantly.

"Where did you get that? The exam's after the sports meet? You're trying to scare me! There's no time to review. It's definitely after the National Day holiday."

Qin Zhixin pretended to be calm.

Kong Yucheng did it. Two days of review is actually enough. He did it on a whim, and it even got approved by the Education Bureau. They only took the unified exam once in their second year of high school. They only need to review a little bit for another exam soon, and they'll have an advantage. As for you freshmen, you're just raking haystacks.

Qin Zhixin seemed to have accepted her fate and sat back on the mat dejectedly. Suddenly she thought of something and gave herself a flattering smile.

[System, let me discuss something. If I rank in the top 35 in my class, you can buy me a new phone.]