After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"What is this? What's this pink thing?"

Yang Qichao looked at it carefully, but he was not sure what it was.

"They have a Weibo account. They say it's a BBW beauty salon."

Qin Zhixin searched and her expression became tense.

"What's BBW? Stop using those weird abbreviations."

"BBW stands for Big Beautiful Woman, which means plus-size beauty."

"You mean, that thing drawn like a football is a plus-size beauty?"

"According to their definition, yes, FREEGIRL, straight men have no right to define beauty."

"Bullshit! You can force me to say unscrupulous nonsense, but you can't turn your eyes away from me."

"You can't fool your little brother, right?"

Qin Zhixin squinted her eyes with joy.

"Do you think these ball-like things are beautiful?"

Yang Qichao was unsure. He looked directly into Qin Zhixin's eyes. Qin Zhixin's sweet smile was much more tempting than that pink Snorlax.

"Nonsense, I approve of BBW, but it's an abbreviation."

"What do you mean? What witch?"

"Inhuman, edematous."

Qin Zhixin started laughing until tears came out. People at the nearby tables were looking at their table. Yang Qichao felt a little embarrassed and stepped on Qin Zhixin. Qin Zhixin was so angry that she kicked Yang Qichao again.

"I really don't understand what kind of nonsense you're watching all day long. How can you describe it in such harsh language?"

"Don't bother with that. If you see one of those BBWs consuming 8,000 calories a day, you'll definitely want to avoid them. There aren't many of them in China, otherwise you wouldn't be confused by what I searched for BBW. But they're already rampant in America. BBWs on airplanes there can crush the chair arms with just one push, and then they cause a scene, forcing them to make special seats for BBWs and other overweight people."

Chapter 93: Unknown People

Qin Zhixin spoke casually. She picked up a piece of crispy meat from the plate and compared it with the oval-shaped human figure marked "FREEGIRL". Now the crispy meat looked healthy.

"Forget it. I remember you said before that American society is five to ten years ahead of China. Since you think BBW is a bad thing, why don't you strictly control it when it emerges?"

Yang Qichao threw a large plate of glue meatballs into the soup pot and looked straight into Qin Zhixin's eyes. He wanted to find the answer from her.

She has the right to be harsh because she can point out the problems directly, but since she can point out the problems, she must have a way to solve them.

"I'm not talking about society, I'm talking about online society. Besides, what do you want to control? Why should you control them? The things they promote can only benefit the country. You see, obese people eat more. Maybe after listening to that inspirational talk from FRERGIRL, they've convinced themselves that their obesity isn't a flaw but a form of beauty that's not generally recognized, and so they come to this restaurant and eat a gluten-filled meat roll. They're vain about their bodies that conform to the so-called BBW standard. If they want to be vain, they should wear clothes. Specially made plus-size women's clothing is definitely more expensive than regular women's clothing, right? They're so fat, and seeing a doctor for all sorts of underlying and chronic diseases costs money, too. This is also consumption. Especially if they feel that Nanling is too small to treat them, they have to go to Shanghai or Kyoto to find famous doctors, which also boosts tourism consumption."

Qin Zhixin held her chin with her small hands and kept on mumbling, but her words were inexplicably harsh, as if she was commenting on a few pieces of rotten meat.

"You're just talking nonsense. According to you, their death will drive the development of the urn industry?"

"Hey, Chaozi, you can actually draw inferences! Their weight is definitely the best for endurance. No, maybe they burn out faster. Normal people don't have that much backup hidden energy."

"Come on, I think you're just a jerk. You're so dishonest every day. Seriously, since America has these negative things going on and they're already having a negative impact on society, why do they still get allowed to exist? There are so many of these people that they've even opened specialized beauty salons, which means there's a sizable market for them."

"Why should I care? It's just a niche group that worships fat. Look at me, I like to find resources and share them, and I've gathered a group of people doing similar things. If you really want to classify me, I'm also a niche group, and the social impact of the resources I share may be even greater. Look, if someone has a heart disease and can't stand the heat in Tokyo, and sees the resources I share and dies, then wouldn't I be indirectly killing people?"

Yang Qichao was silent for a while, he suddenly felt speechless.

"I don't think it counts. Since he chose to download the resource, he should be prepared for any unexpected issues with the resource due to his heart condition."

Qin Zhixin picked up a piece of tender cauliflower and put it into her mouth, chewing it carefully. Her graceful back straightened, making her majestic figure look even more firm. If you weren't familiar with Qin Zhixin, you might mistake her for a lady. Yang Qichao, sitting opposite her, just sat there in a daze, his shoulders slightly uneven, and his posture crooked.

Yang Qichao couldn't help but stare at the rosy lips that moved slightly as Qin Zhixin chewed. The rosy lips were soft, tender and juicy like ripe berries, but the words that came out of that mouth were always stinging.

"Everything depends on the cost of governance. We can't just do it whenever we want; the cost is too high. If you leave these BBW groups alone, they'll just quietly contribute to society's gold reserves and liquidity, draining a family's wealth before dying soon after. You don't really think they'll live long enough for pension insurance to kick in, do you? For society, a group that can quickly circulate accumulated wealth and die young is incredibly valuable. You could even call them model consumers."

"You're talking complete nonsense. Junior high school politics textbooks even have chapters dedicated to establishing a correct view of consumption. And you're making consumption a virtue?"

"What the book says is completely different from what society actually says. If we really only look at the use value, then there shouldn't be any market for luxury cars, watches, and villas. But as you can see, China is the world's largest luxury goods consumer market."

"Luxury goods are what they can afford. For them, buying a luxury car is the same as buying a bicycle for ordinary people."

"You're wrong. The largest consumer group is the middle class, or to put it more bluntly, the white-collar workers with limited pockets. Some would even resort to taking out loans to force themselves into buying a Chanel bag. Do you really think these people are truly wealthy and able to afford it? Current output far exceeds consumption. The online comparisons of women, children, dogs, and men are purely based on consumption. As for how much the first three groups have benefited from transfer payments, businesses won't disclose it."

"That's an example."

"Are a large number of cases still considered an exception? I can even show you pictures of those girls right now~"

Qin Zhixin stared at Yang Qichao's face with a gloomy look in her eyes.

"Why do you have their pictures?"

"Whatever resources you want to find, you will find them."

"Never mind. I don't care where you got these things from. I just want to ask, no. I want to ask you, do you also think consumption is a virtue? Do you agree with what you say?"

Yang Qichao clenched his hands nervously. He inexplicably felt that his heart was being restrained, tight and sour, but Qin Zhixin was still nonchalant.

"I don't care what they want to do. I won't acknowledge them, respect them, or care about them. I'll just laugh at them when they die. Chaozi, I told you before that you have the potential to be a turtle man. Do you remember?"

"You're just putting the blame on me."

"No, I'm serious. Look, when you see something you think is wrong, you want to intervene. When you see something you disagree with, you subconsciously dig deeper. Look at that FREEGIRL. How much do you think a beauty salon designed to cater to overweight people would charge? The money these shop's target demographic pays is likely transferred from their families. But if you meet a girl you like, and you discover she's full of lies about her past, that she has an unrealistic desire for money, and that she constantly insinuates herself into your family's wealth, would you still like her?"

"It depends on how much I like her. I will try my best to change her. Everyone has the ability to develop for the better."

"Look, I said you're a tortoise. The moment you start thinking about changing someone, you're already preparing for a transfer payment. Not only will you suffer, but the girl will also feel pain even if she gets enough money from you. In the end, not only will you have a mental breakdown, but you'll also lose all your money and your career. Then you'll realize that the source of all your misfortune lies with that one person you want to control."

"Why do you assume I would transfer payments to someone I like?"

Qin Zhixin didn't say anything. She avoided Yang Qichao's gaze, feeling somewhat guilty. After a brief and somewhat awkward silence, Yang Qichao touched his nose. He picked up a plate of crispy pork and, with a funny expression, poured it all into his mouth. He took two bites and swallowed it all. Qin Zhixin also smiled at this, pretending nothing had happened.

…………

Evening study was for math, and Yang Qichao was still a bit distracted. He glanced at the questions; they weren't too difficult for him. But before he'd even finished the first one, his homeroom teacher, Gao Qingjian, arrived at the classroom door. He greeted the math teacher, who was supervising discipline at the podium, and then poked his head out the door.

"Yang Qichao, come to my office."

Yang Qichao looked up blankly, unsure what Gao Qingjian wanted to talk to him about. But he had always been a good student, someone his teacher trusted the most, and he wasn't nervous about his teacher's sudden question. He followed Gao Qingjian to his office. It wasn't a big office, with a desk like any other, covered in a thick layer of glass and piled high with documents.

Gao Qingjian sat down and drank some water to moisten his throat.

"Yang Qichao, I came to you today to ask you something. Are you dating Qin Zhixin from the class next door?"

"what?"

Yang Qichao was a little bewildered. He inexplicably thought of what Qin Zhixin had said when they had dinner together that night. He knew that Qin Zhixin had said this specifically for him, but he didn't know whether it was a warning or a rejection. Gao Qingjian's question made him even more confused. After a moment of silence, he shook his head.

No. Qin Zhixin and I have been friends since we were little, so I am close to her.

Gao Qingjian examined Yang Qichao's expression and felt a little uncertain when he saw that he looked stupid.

"Teacher, I trust you. I just want to understand the situation. I can understand that. For example, Qin Zhixin from Class 2, such a beautiful girl, would confuse everyone who sees her. I think she has a good personality and is very gentle to everyone."

Yang Qichao's face was odd. He agreed with Gao Qingjian's words that Qin Zhixin was beautiful. He had never seen anyone who could compare to her figure and appearance in his entire life. But when it came to her saying that she had a good personality, Yang Qichao completely disagreed.

Gao Qingjian paused and continued.

"I hope you can understand that this doesn't mean I'm against relationships. I'm very open-minded when it comes to relationships. I just hope you can find the right time to date. There's plenty of time to do so in college, so there's no need to rush during high school."

"Teacher Gao, please believe me. Qin Zhixin and I really aren't in the relationship you think we are. Do you think we're in an ambiguous relationship, just short of breaking the window paper?"

"That's not what the teacher meant."

"I hope so too. The problem is that even if I'm interested in her now, she won't be very interested in me. Teacher, I do like her, very, very much. But I know she won't give me a chance."

Chapter 94 The Vast World

On the second day of the school sports meet, Qin Zhixin took Yang Qichao's math notes, stuffed them into her bag together with her own notes, and got on the bus.

After arriving at No. 1 Middle School, she again wandered off, not going to the "Volunteer Service Desk" to serve as a mascot, but instead carrying her backpack into the stands with her classmates from Class 2. Zhang Wei, whose test paper had been leaked, was still at Nanshi High School, working with several other teachers on a new test, so she simply didn't come that afternoon.

But precisely because there was no teacher to supervise the class, and because the monitor, Liu Qinxiong, was so easygoing, Zhang Wei asked him to manage the students, but he simply didn't have enough authority, so Class 2 was in a strange state of disregard. Liu Qinxiong was dancing and directing at the front, and even though the weather was not hot, he was still sweating profusely.

The response from Class 2 was sparse, and not many people were willing to follow the arrangements.

Fang Bixian was sitting next to Liu Qinxiong and was annoyed by Liu Qinxiong's noise. He couldn't even concentrate on reading his novel. He pulled his trouser leg and asked him to sit down.

"Forget it. Don't make trouble for yourself when the homeroom teacher is not here. Don't think that other classes are doing well in terms of discipline. In half an hour, this group of people will be just like that. When they see us being chaotic, they will become chaotic themselves. Don't bother with it. It will be a thankless task and you will be called a troublemaker."

Liu Qinxiong sighed and sat down. He decided to give up.

"Alright, who wants to get involved? By the way, have you checked the Shigao forum? That post about the monthly exam, do you think it's going to be the day after tomorrow?"

Qin Zhixin mixed in with Zhang Wanbai at the back of the team. Seeing that there were still many empty seats near the aisle where Fang Bixin and Qiao Hua were sitting, they sat there as well. As soon as Qin Zhixin sat down, she heard Liu Qinxiong talking about the monthly exam.

Fang Bixian smelled Qin Zhixin's fragrance before he saw her.

The scent was uniquely refreshing, but he felt that Qin Zhixin's fragrance was both alluring and tinged with an inexplicable malice, like a rose with thorns. Yet, Qin Zhixin herself was youthful and charming, like a pink jade hibiscus rippling in the water. Even when Fang Bixian knew Qin Zhixin was approaching, he didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he continued talking to Liu Qinxiong.

"It's hard to say for sure. No one can guarantee anything, but it's probably fake. That person also released the No. 1 Middle School test paper, but No. 1 Middle School just took the test a few days ago. I don't think it's likely they'll take the test again within a week."

After Fang Bixian finished speaking slowly, he turned to Qin Zhixin and Zhang Wanbai and greeted them. Liu Qinxiong and Qiao Hua turned back belatedly.

Liu Qinxiong had never been this close to Qin Zhixin before, and he was rather reserved. Seeing Qin Zhixin so close, he couldn't help but feel his face flush. Qin Zhixin smiled and greeted the three people in front of her before sitting down. She took out Yang Qichao's notes, opened them, and was about to read them.

Fang Bixian was surprised to see her holding a notebook and preparing to review. This girl usually acted like a carefree person in the classroom. Others who were far away from her might not be aware of it, but Fang Bixian was close to her and knew exactly how carefree Qin Zhixin was.

"Lao Qin, did you read that post?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't ask, if you ask, I believe it."

Qin Zhixin mumbled vaguely, she was too lazy to waste her breath on the authenticity of the post.

"Looking at the author's confident statement, I guess even if the test paper is likely fake, the information about the exam is not certain. We are about to have the monthly exam, but the school shouldn't let us take the exam without any preparation."

Zhang Wanbai also came over and said, "Didn't the host say that the school would send out a notice tonight?"

"It's not a bad idea for Qin to review now. Even if there's no exam the day after tomorrow, sitting here and waiting is just a waste of time. It's just idle time anyway."

Liu Qinxiong agreed with a red face.

"You didn't bring anything but a water bottle. What are you planning to review? Aren't you just wasting your time?"

Fang Bixian was amused to see that Liu Qinxiong was so fascinated by Qin Zhixin that he looked like "whatever you say is right". Liu Qinxiong was a little embarrassed by Fang Bixian's teasing, as he really didn't bring anything today.

"I also brought review materials for other subjects. If you want, I can give them to you, monitor."

Zhang Wanbai said to Liu Qinxiong as she unzipped her schoolbag, revealing stacks of handouts and supplementary textbooks neatly glued together with glue sticks. These materials made the bag heavy. Qin Zhixin saw Zhang Wanbai unzip her bag and leaned over to see what was happening, curious.

"We have English, Physics, Biology, and History. Which one do you want, monitor?"

"Thank you. I'll read English."

Liu Qinxiong approached Zhang Wanbai with a familiar air, rummaging through her bag. Finding an English vocabulary book, he pretended to read. Zhang Wanbai's bag was neatly packed, and Qin Zhixin wasn't embarrassed by it, but rather speechless. How much could she possibly cover in less than a day at No. 1 Middle School? In Qin Zhixin's opinion, Zhang Wanbai was simply overthinking and underachieving.

This has almost no effect except giving yourself a hint that "I still have a lot of things to do" and increasing your anxiety.

Qin Zhixin casually threw her own schoolbag at her feet, and it was still exposed. There was only a novel and two notebooks in it, and they couldn't even be stuffed neatly. There were also some scattered snacks. In comparison, she looked not like a lady at all.

The loudspeakers in the stands began blaring, the customary "Welcome March," so loud that Qin Zhixin's ears were ringing. She'd only read a few pages when she felt bored again. She turned to look at Zhang Wanbai, who was covering her ears and reciting her history lecture notes. It looked like she was also annoyed by the loudspeakers.

Fang Bixian put down his phone, feeling somewhat bored. There were too many people at the scene, so his phone had no signal at all, and it was almost out of battery. He saw Liu Qinxiong spread out his English vocabulary book, pretending to peruse it carefully, and he found it annoying, so he spoke to him.

"Just pretend to read. It's so noisy right now. If you can concentrate on reading something serious, then my name is not Fang Bixian, but Liu Bixian."

“You have to learn to be quiet.”

"Okay, I'll calm down."

Fang Bixian tucked his phone back into his pocket and sat upright, holding a water cup, staring blankly ahead, his body slightly leaning forward. He remained motionless, as if meditating. Qin Zhixin, curious about Fang Bixian's behavior, followed his gaze but saw nothing. So, she poked him in the back, leaned forward, and asked closer.

"Master, what are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

Fang Bixian naturally leaned forward as he turned around, but because of this, he was almost hit by a pair of giant rabbits. He quickly dodged. The stands in the No. 1 Middle School gymnasium were stepped, and Qin Zhixin sat behind Fang Bixian, about two steps higher. After sitting down, Fang Bixian's eyes were almost at the level of Qin Zhixin's neck.

Qin Zhixin didn't care about the awkward moment, but Fang Bixian was actually scared out of his wits. If there had been no one nearby, he could have just squeezed in and taken advantage of her. But there were people all around, all classmates. What if someone saw him bumping into Qin Zhixin's chest? All kinds of rumors would spread, and he'd probably be labeled a hooligan, a pervert, and a hypocrite.

"Nothing, I was just distracted."

Fang Bixian was a little evasive, but he couldn't help but look at the pair of peaks.

Qin Zhixin was wearing a shirt underneath today, and even though it was buttoned, deep ravines could still be seen through the seams, weighed down by the mountain. That profound mystery captivated Fang Bixian like a magnet. He felt it would be rude to stare at the spot where he was focused, so he struggled to shift his gaze to Qin Zhixin's face, only to be met with a meaningful smile.

"What are you watching now? You're so engrossed."

Qin Zhixin's charming, slightly childish face was hung with a wicked smile, shining brightly in the midday sun. The curve of her smile was like a hook that could capture a soul.

Fang Bixian blushed slightly at being called upon, but he didn't care. Qin Zhixin had been sitting in front of him for nearly a month, and they were pretty close by now. This girl wasn't as aloof as she appeared, but rather quite easy to get along with. Even if she took advantage of her, she wouldn't bother to take notice. Conversely, the plain-looking Zhang Wanbai was much more difficult to get along with. If he accidentally said something wrong, she would sulk. Sometimes Fang Bixian himself couldn't figure out how he had offended her.

"I'm meeting Qingshan. Did you bring a power bank?"

Fang Bixian sat up straight and said something nonsense.

"No, I need to study hard and try not to rank last in the monthly exam."