After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"Division of labor? Is it overtime?"

"Putting materials in there, moving documents, that sort of thing. It's not heavy stuff. I've divided up tasks between them before, and they all think I'm biased. Damn it. I was crazy back then, but I took the trouble to assign them tasks, and they just wrote a letter of complaint to the director, accusing me of having affairs with other women."

When Tang Longlong said this, his elegant expression suddenly broke, and he gritted his teeth. He lowered his voice and cursed in the local dialect, "You bitch!", and continued.

"They are simply slandering me. They can say I have bad character, but they can't say I'm blind. The director knows they are slandering me, but we can't fire them in this government department. They didn't even write a self-criticism."

"Ah? No punishment?"

"Hey, Comrade Li Feifei, who do you want to punish? Who do you dare to punish? If you say anything harsh to them, they'll make a scene. You've never seen women in the system band together to report someone to headquarters. All they talk about is family and children, playing the empathy card. Arguing with the director face to face, they'll ask, 'You don't have children? You don't have a wife? Why do you do things that destroy your family and don't take care of women?' And so on and so forth. Their mouths are like machine guns. What else can the leader say? What can I say? All I can say is, leader, nothing you say is right. I dare not offend them. Bundling them into a "heroine class" to limit their influence is already a last resort."

"So what are you going to do, Brother Long?"

"What should I do? I assigned them tasks and they all shared the same hatred for the enemy, so I'll just let them assign the tasks themselves."

Tang Longlong sighed deeply.

"It seems that there is no good?"

"When will it be good? They're always arguing with each other. They're on the second floor and they're constantly fighting because no one wants to come downstairs to fetch drinking water. The arguments are so loud that they hurt my eardrums. Being with them is like being with a group of cats. You try to manage them, but they don't obey and will huff. If you dare to deduct their performance or something, they'll immediately unite and huff at you. If you leave them alone, they'll just huff at each other. The huffing ends in tears and a complete breakdown. Forget about working; it's impossible to even stay on time. Before it's time to leave, the people below have already left because their boyfriends are here, they're cooking for the kids, they're watching their kids, they're "not feeling well," I'm having a nervous breakdown, and so on. In the end, all the work has to be done by me and the other technicians."

Tang Longlong spoke like pouring beans, and Li Feifei had a strange expression on his face. He wanted to laugh but held it back.

Tang Longlong glanced at him with a half-smile on his face.

"Laugh if you want to. You'll be in the Heroines Class from now on. The reason they're making trouble is because they have to carry drinking water, various materials, and samples on business trips. They don't want to do it, so you have to be willing to do it."

Chapter 88 Each Has Its Own Strengths

Qin Zhixin trotted back to the volunteer service desk under the podium. The fat boy Li Jing was lying on the table playing with his mobile phone. There were many empty bottles on the table near him.

Qin Zhixin ran out of breath. She reached the table and used her foot to hook the stool out from under it. However, she didn't control her strength well, and the stool fell to the ground with a noise that startled Li Jing. He turned around and saw that it was Qin Zhixin, and forced a flattering smile on his face.

"Student Qin, you're here quite early."

Qin Zhixin bent down to pick up the stool. The silk fabric of her skirt was pushed higher by a pair of plump breasts due to gravity. The fabric at the edge of the collar was pushed open, revealing a large area of ​​snow.

Li Jing's gaze was caught off guard and fell into Qin Zhixin's deep ravine.

Qin Zhixin had been jogging along, and a light sweat had formed on her body. Her delicate, cool white skin looked even more like freshly kiln white porcelain, coated with a thin layer of water. Connected to her slender waist, it was like a spring tide flowing over jade-colored mountains, forming a breathtaking curve above her waist, which could be held in one hand.

Looking at the two round curves that trembled with breathing and were faintly visible at the edge of the collar, Li Jing couldn't help but burp.

Qin Zhixin looked at Li Jing with her eyes wide open, but she was too lazy to tease a fool. After sitting in her seat and catching her breath for a while, she saw that Li Jing was still staring at her and spoke in a bad mood.

"What the hell is going on? It's almost over. Look, our sophomores have already left. Also, can you please learn how to peek at girls? Or you can learn how to peek at girls like Zhou Xinshu. He looked at me openly, but you're staring at me like an idiot. Believe it or not, anyone else would have thought you were a pervert."

Li Jing's face was as red as a monkey's butt.

"I do, absolutely. But if you look at me directly, I'm afraid you'll get angry."

"So I won't be angry if you peek? If you want to, just look. You're so timid and you look like a fool. I can't control you if your eyes are on you."

Qin Zhixin pouted in dissatisfaction, pulled out her phone, and started browsing Tieba, waving her hand nonchalantly. Li Jing, however, didn't dare to look anymore. He stared blankly at the exit behind the playground, where rows of seniors were clamoring and forming a crooked line.

"By the way, Li Jing, did you have anything to do while I was gone?"

"What could be wrong? They come to get things by themselves and don't even tell me when they're looking for something."

Li Jing muttered, then grabbed a half-finished bottle of electrolyte water from the table and gulped it down. Qin Zhixin, seeing this, felt thirsty too. She turned around and sipped a grapefruit-flavored drink from the back. She noticed someone on the Nanshi High School forum had reposted a post from the No. 1 Middle School forum.

The author of this post risked his life to reveal the contents of the major questions in the September 27th monthly exam for Grade 12 Mathematics at Nanjing Experimental High School and Nanjing No. 1 Middle School!

After clicking on the post, I saw the poster, a level one account, who sent a message.

[I'm risking being criticized. Don't say I haven't heard about the exam, don't even say I haven't seen the exam notice. The joint school monthly exam is coming up in four days, and the notice will be sent tonight. Although you guys just took the unified exam three days ago, that was administered by the high school teaching and research office, and the subsequent exams are jointly administered. If I can submit it, I'll submit it here.]

The first photo was of a joint exam approval notice without the official seal, the next photo was of a pile of cardboard boxes filled with test papers wrapped in brown paper, and the last few photos were of test papers.

The format of the test paper is quite standard.

The title of the post alone was enough to cause a sensation, and the content was even more shocking. Most people who first saw the post thought it was a false alarm, but since the post was pushed to the top, new comments have been added almost every few minutes.

The majority of the visitors were middle school students who had heard the news, and most of them were sarcastic towards the poster.

[You can't even create a test paper? Was the difficulty of the test paper made by humans? Did you just find a random picture online to trick people into answering?]

[OP, you idiot! I've concluded. You have daily exams, right? You said this is a monthly exam, but what did I do last week? A youth version of a monthly exam? So you're just so obsessed with exams, you're going to jump off a building, okay?]

[Anal venting is just for fun, if you really fart, you have to look at the original poster.]

[The original poster, Ning, is directing and acting out this whole awful thing, right? Can you please stop showing off your pathetic IQ? In real life, even a passing dog wouldn't bother wagging its tail at you, yet online you're acting like a cop show. It's ridiculous.]

[The attack power upstairs is so strong]

The comments that followed were mostly insults directed at the original poster. While the trolls from the irritable students below were quite amusing, she had a strange feeling: Who would do such a rubbish that harms others and benefits themselves? What was the point? Posting the test paper online so carelessly after getting it? Even if it was real, the teacher would definitely see it and just change the paper. The original poster's efforts were completely in vain.

But she guessed that the news about the exam was true because the system also told her about it.

"Li Jing, look at this post."

Qin Zhixin waved her phone at Li Jing and handed it over. "Do you think this test paper is real or fake?"

Li Jing took the phone and quietly rubbed the frame of Qin Zhixin's phone.

"It looks quite similar. Look at this big question, about conic sections. The person who wrote it is quite talented."

Qin Zhixin couldn't help but gasp.

"We haven't learned about conic sections yet, have we?"

"I taught myself this in junior high school. I finished learning Smirnov by myself during the summer vacation."

Qin Zhixin was a little confused.

"What's Smirnov? Are you studying Russian?"

"No. Smirnov's Advanced Mathematics. Russian math textbooks are really good, but they're in Russian. I even learned Russian specifically for the math part, but I could only get to C1 level in math. For other everyday language, a B is a long shot."

"-? (Can you speak it?)"

Qin Zhixin made an authentic rolled tongue sound, and now it was Li Jing's turn to be a little confused.

Qin Zhixin continued to speak.

"-? (Do you understand Russian?)"

"Just barely. I just read the text, not speak it. Oh my god, why do you speak Russian?"

Qin Zhixin narrowed her eyes. She always felt that Li Jing's question seemed to be a natural way of treating her as a vase that knew nothing.

"There are so many resources on Russian websites. I went to look for movies and learned a little bit."

"So, you learned Russian just to watch a movie?"

Li Jing swallowed his saliva. When he saw that Qin Zhixin had no idea what Smirnov was, he felt secretly happy and thought he had pretended well in front of her. However, Qin Zhixin's speaking of Russian really surprised him.

"What's wrong? At least it's more normal than you learning Russian on your own to learn math, okay?"

"No, I learn Russian more for the purpose of solving problems. I can barely solve a few problems like those by Zorich and Demidovich."

"Oh, that's too advanced. I don't understand it. I'm not interested."

Qin Zhixin retrieved her phone with drooping eyelids. She leaned over the table and sighed deeply, feeling strangely irritated. She hated feeling peer pressure in such a strange place. Her bright eyes lost focus as she stared blankly at the seniors leaving the stands in groups across from her.

Qin Zhixin felt a little regretful. She felt like a fish out of water, and Li Jing, who she always thought was dull, seemed to be urging her on with an invisible whip.

This pressure, stemming from the instincts of a social creature, made her so irritable that she even wished she could go back to school earlier. Qin Zhixin yawned and lay on the table, closing her eyes to rest. However, she had slept too long at noon and couldn't fall asleep now. Feeling a little distracted, she took off the watch on her wrist.

She was truly bored and simply waiting for the bus back to school. However, according to the schedule, their first-grade key classes were the last to leave, so she would have to wait until at least six o'clock.

Qin Zhixin stared at the lifelike yellow bird on the dial for a long moment before she breathed gently on it. When a light layer of mist had formed on the sapphire crystal, she took out a napkin and carefully wiped it, leaving it crystal clear. Her delicate fingers gently pressed against the crown, which was inlaid with a fragrant flower stone. The pale green gemstone had a slightly beige edge, giving it a gentle, soft look like a lotus leaf in early autumn.

She carefully turned it clockwise twenty-three times and then stopped.

The system said that fully winding the spring would damage the barrel, so she only wound it halfway every day.

The watch the system gave her was a hand-polished tourbillon. But to keep it as discreet as possible, the tourbillon mechanism could only be seen by opening the back of the watch. The front dial was simply a gold-lined enamel painting.

Qin Zhixin didn't know the price of a handmade tourbillon watch, as she had never seen one before. But aesthetics are universal, as is the appreciation of beauty. The tourbillon, as the pinnacle of mechanical watchmaking aesthetics, naturally captivated Qin Zhixin, especially since this watch was so thin and small, highlighting the watchmaker's exquisite craftsmanship.

Qin Zhixin's upper body was completely sprawled on the table, her legs stretched out in front of her, the slight curve of her legs looking extremely provocative. Her skirt couldn't cover her calves, revealing her SpongeBob SquarePants-printed socks and a small section of her jade-like skin. Temptation and innocence blended so naturally at this moment.

"Mr. Qin, can I see your watch?

Li Jing had just run out of topics to talk about and felt a little awkward. He was curious when he saw Qin Zhixin staring at her watch.

He had noticed Qin Zhixin's watch for a long time. Everything about a beautiful woman was eye-catching. Even if Qin Zhixin just tied a red string on her wrist, people would talk about it for a long time, let alone an exquisite watch.

"Yes, yes."

Li Jing took it. The little fat boy, like Qin Zhixin, only thought that the watch was beautiful and could not see anything else about it.

The specific chamfering and carving techniques of the movement deck, the names of the materials, and the techniques of dial enamel painting are too distant and unfamiliar to a student who is determined to learn. It is normal that he does not understand anything.

"Qin Zhixin, your watch is so beautiful, it must be expensive."

Li Jing was a little uncertain and asked tentatively.

Qin Zhixin wanted to puff out her chest proudly and say, "Of course!" The system had said this watch had no brand value, but the craftsmanship alone was worth hundreds of thousands, so it was definitely worth a fortune. But she stopped herself before the words came out of her mouth.

"I don't know. It's a family tradition. I've been wearing it for years, I think."

Qin Zhixin started to make up stories, claiming the watch was an antique family heirloom, changing the subject to avoid mentioning its price. But even an expert would consider such talk pure nonsense. How could an antique watch have a domed sapphire crystal and a gold jeweled movement?

At first glance, this watch is an expensive handmade watch made with modern craftsmanship, but Li Jing doesn't understand.

The students at Nanshi High School are different from those at No. 1 Middle School. The students at No. 1 Middle School might have a superficial understanding of watches and jewelry due to the strong competitive culture. But at Nanshi High School, apart from the second-generation students who have been exposed to these things since childhood and have a basic understanding of watches, who knows anything about watches?

Most people probably only know that the difference between a mechanical watch and a quartz watch is that one is wound by a spring and the other uses a battery, but they don't know anything else. They probably just know that both of them rotate and make a "click-click" sound when you listen close to them.

Chapter 89 Land Prawns

By the time all the first-year students of Nanshi High School returned to school, it was already a little after six in the afternoon.

Due to scheduling issues, the first-year students hadn't eaten dinner yet, so the principal, still at No. 1 Middle School, made the decision to send the students back to school. Once everyone arrived, they could eat out if they wanted, or in the cafeteria if they wanted, as long as they were back in class before 8 p.m.

Gao Qingjian was not in a good mood.

It was obvious that this idiot from No. 1 Middle School had committed a crime, yet he was inexplicably forced by the principal to write a self-criticism. But that's not the point. The point is that Zhang Wei and Ma Chengwu were both responsible for coordinating and planning the project, so why was he the only one who had to write a 3,000-word self-criticism after the incident?

This is why we should not worry about scarcity but about inequality.

Ma Chengwu was a decent enough guy; he didn't get caught in the act, nor did he jeer at him. But Zhang Wei, that old dog, was different. Zhang Wei was initially panicked, thinking he too would have to write a self-criticism, waiting for Qiao Chunmu to call him in for a reprimand. Qiao Chunmu didn't call him in, and only punished Gao Qingjian.

Now, Zhang Wei was grinning so hard that his mouth was almost stretched to his ears. What was even more annoying was that this bitch kept using this matter of self-criticism to mock him.

"Old Gao, how many people are here at Shigao this time? I don't think there are three thousand. Hey! Three thousand! Isn't that the number of words in the self-criticism you're supposed to write?"

"Lao Gao, which project went wrong? Three thousand meters? Hey! Three thousand! Isn't that the word count for the self-criticism you're supposed to write?"

While Zhang Wei and Ma Chengwu were smoking and chatting in a corner, Gao Qingjian was hiding behind the podium, writing a self-criticism. He didn't finish until after four o'clock. He didn't count whether it was 3,000 words or not, but he filled five pages, both front and back. Even after finishing his self-criticism, he had to deal with the students returning to school.

He ran back and forth without leaving the ground for over an hour before finishing everything. He was so tired that he just wanted to go back and lie down. As the general manager, Gao Qingjian boarded the last bus, which was carrying the fourth class of Grade 10, which he was in charge of.

As soon as he got on the bus, he saw Yang Qichao from his class and Qin Zhixin from the next class sitting together.

When Gao Qingjian first boarded the bus, Qin Zhixin was whispering in Yang Qichao's ear. This girl was so fair she practically glowed, standing out from the crowd of gray-faced high school students. Her smile was charming, cunning yet innocent, exactly the type of person a normal man would adore. When Qin Zhixin noticed Gao Qingjian looking at her, she shyly averted her gaze, sitting upright in her seat.

Gao Qingjian often saw Qin Zhixin walking together. He knew that they would be together sooner or later, but Gao Qingjian thought Qin Zhixin's reaction showed that she was guilty and was trying to cover up her mistake.

It's not too normal for young boys and girls to get together every day and like each other. This kind of thing is so cliché that they can see each other almost every month.

Especially since Qin Zhixin was truly stunningly beautiful, Gao Qingjian had to admit it. If he were the same age as Yang Qichao, he'd probably be completely captivated by her as well. But he was a teacher, and Yang Qichao's homeroom teacher. There was plenty of time for romance in college, not now! High school students who didn't focus on their studies and indulged in these romantic affairs would regret it for the rest of their lives if it affected their college entrance exams.

Yang Qichao was particularly outstanding. He had consistently ranked among the top three in his class for several exams. If he could maintain this level of performance, admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University would be a sure thing.

Qin Zhixin finally waited for the bus back to school. She couldn't wait to get on and happily sat in the same row with Yang Qichao. As she sat down, she heard a "gurgling" sound, which seemed to be coming from Yang Qichao's stomach. Qin Zhixin moved closer, and her soft and boneless body was as close to Yang Qichao as an millimeter.

She put her delicate earlobe close to Yang Qichao's and listened carefully, confirming that it was his stomach growling. Qin Zhixin moved on the back of the chair, adjusted her sitting position, and moved closer to Yang Qichao's ear.

"Chaozi, are you hungry?"

The little witch's eyes flashed with an evil light.

"A little."

Yang Qichao was sullen, and after he said this, his stomach growled again.

"Let's go eat out later. I know a new little place that specializes in high-protein dishes. Do you know moths? Not the big, swimming goose kind, but the fluttering moths, the furry ones with two big antennae. That's the specialty of that place. They have them in all stages: when they're still caterpillars, when they've just spun their cocoons, when they're about to break out of their cocoons. Oh, and even the adult moths. They have them all there to eat."

Yang Qichao turned his head and stared at her.

"Don't look at me, damn! Look straight ahead!"

Qin Zhixin spoke for a long time, feeling somewhat short of breath. When two parties stare at each other, it's usually the one who is honest and upright who prevails. She was full of bad intentions, and being stared at directly made her feel guilty. Seeing Yang Qichao turn his head, Qin Zhixin continued.