After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

[Of course it was in my previous life! Are you stupid?]

The system was silent. He didn't know what to say. He had an inexplicable premonition that if he ever admitted that the memory was his, this little witch would probably slander him to death.

[Haha! Those who claim their size are usually short. The more they lack something, the more they want to exaggerate. If you ask me, if they claim to be 180cm tall, they're probably short, small, and fast.]

Qin Zhixin narrowed her charming almond-shaped eyes slightly, and wrote this on the penguin number and note.

The system just felt it was weird. Her words seemed to describe herself perfectly. He inexplicably had a feeling of seeing himself being a bald man scolding a bald donkey. It was absurd to the point of being funny.

[Girl, you're absolutely right. It's so insightful. Keep going.]

Hearing that the system didn't argue this time, although Qin Zhixin felt a little strange, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and put on the signature smile of a wicked little witch.

This idiot has no clue what he's up to, yet he dares to brag about this. I don't even care about bragging about how great I used to be, so how could he have the nerve to do that? He's just playing tricks on Qin Zhixin, making a fool of himself. It's hard to say if he's even 100%. This useless bastard wouldn't even be able to hold his own in a real fight.

Qin Zhixin felt inexplicably guilty. She always felt that something bad would happen if she said these strange things.

[So what happens if you go into battle? Will you turn into that puff?]

Qin Zhixin began to rummage through her schoolbag, looking for her math notebook, but all the miscellaneous items in the desk hole that morning were thrown into her bag, making the desk a little messy.

[Psst, sst, sst, this is disgusting. I'm limited by my hardware. In my past life, I could easily have sex with five women in one night!]

He fell silent again. He was about to speak, but then he felt it was a shame to continue discussing this topic with this unlucky creature. He was clearly so sensitive, and she came so quickly during sex at night, so how could he have the nerve to brag about having sex with five women in one night? If she were to play, with a normal man, she'd probably only be able to hold her tongue for half a minute at most, and then beg for mercy the rest of the time.

【Then tell me how old you were in your previous life? 】

[As thick as a roasted pork elbow! As long as a plate of white sausage!]

A strange food analogy appeared, and the system was amused.

"I see you're craving German food. I'll give you a couple of elbows for a fucking idiot. Stop talking. Are you going to say you cum as much as sauerkraut?"

[Ah? System, how did you know?]

The system was silent for a moment, then uttered a single sentence. [How pathetic.]

But Qin Zhixin didn't react at all. She thought these words were addressed to the person who left the note in the hole in her desk, so she agreed with them instead.

　 [That's right, what's the point of living like this! ]

Qin Zhixin found the system's reaction odd, but she was too shameless to notice that her boasts had backfired. Seeing her bewildered, the system was furious. This damned girl had been scolding herself for so long, and she still hadn't realized it was scolding her. But it didn't bother to correct her, treating it as a joke.

Seeing that the system didn't speak, Qin Zhixin was not idle either. She finally found the math notebook in her bag and touched the gummy candy she found early in the morning. She subconsciously took it out and stuffed it into her mouth.

[Fuck you, don't eat it! That candy's been there for over a week!]

Qin Zhixin froze in her tracks and put the hardened "gummy candy" that she was about to stuff into her mouth back.

【Subconsciously.】

Qin Zhixin felt a little embarrassed. She stole a glance at Zhang Wanbai, who was still absorbed in her workbook, her black pen scribbling rapidly on her scratch paper. Seeing that Zhang Wanbai hadn't noticed her, Qin Zhixin furtively felt in her trouser pockets. She'd been in such a hurry to leave today that she'd forgotten to bring snacks, leaving her pockets empty.

【I should have gone to buy some snacks. 】

[You, from Biyang, deserve to be beaten! ]

Chapter 104: Score Suppression

The math exam at Nanshi High School happened to be invigilated by Zhang Wei, who had slept soundly that morning and was now full of energy. Bored at the podium, he wandered down, checking in on each student. From the podium, he saw students scratching their heads, and one girl even cried while writing.

Seeing them crying but not daring to make a sound, Zhang Wei felt extremely relieved.

Although he only spent one day rushing to finish this paper, he was still very proud of it, especially in terms of its difficulty. He was confident that no one in his grade could get a full score on this test except for a few students who took math competitions.

With a full score of 160, he is confident that he can keep the average score of the regular class at around 70 points, and the average score of the key class at around 110 points.

Normally, making the exam so difficult would definitely get him scolded, but Zhang Wei wasn't worried at all. Although he designed the exam, it normally needed to be checked by the joint school's main teaching and research office.

But this is just normal. With Zhang Wei's qualifications, no one can verify him.

Knowing he'd be criticized by students for setting this test, Zhang Wei cunningly gave the "honor" of setting the test to his apprentice, Lei Qingyue. Lei Qingyue was now a math teacher in a regular class, a young man who had only been in the profession for a few years. For Zhang Wei, this not only allowed students to appreciate the charm of mathematics, but also earned him the admiration of students. Lei Qingyue took the blame, and Zhang Wei found it incredibly enjoyable. It felt completely free of any psychological burden.

Zhang Wei slowly moved forward from the back row, deliberately getting very close. He ignored the other questions and focused solely on the second and third major questions.

The second trigonometric question required a lot of thinking, requiring both clear problem-solving skills and strong computational abilities. Zhang Wei observed that only six of the ten or so students scored above halfway. The third geometry question was even more challenging, requiring at least five auxiliary lines to be solved. Only one student had managed this one.

The more Zhang Wei watched, the happier he became. He hadn't noticed just now that there was a boy crying behind him.

He felt an extremely strange sense of euphoria when he heard the crying. Zhang Wei was very proud of it, and it gave him a secret pleasure of doing a prank.

He walked to each student and deliberately made a "tsk tsk" sound when he saw them answer correctly or incorrectly. After he manipulated their mentality like this, the boy who had answered the test paper was even a little self-doubting.

…………

[Hey, what are you doing? Do you have any ideas for solving this problem?]

[Why are you stopping? Look at the time. Oops, if you don’t know how to do it, just skip it!]

[The words are flying off the page. Can you tell if you wrote a 7 or a 9? Write more clearly on the draft paper. What the hell are you writing?]

[I’m stuck again. Is this question difficult? ]

"I can't do it anyway, but I'm not the one being tested. How can you possibly do it? You still need to think about this kind of question?"

[Hey, hey~ I haven't reviewed the content yet, but now it happens to be on the test~ No way~ No way~ It can't be such a coincidence~]

The system started with a constant barrage of taunts, then even imitated a certain little witch's face that morning, its teasing so intense that even the flat, mechanical sound couldn't drown it out. This wasn't how exam systems usually behaved. Perhaps some little witch had irritated the system that morning, and now it was being retaliated against. Qin Zhixin, already sweating with anxiety, was now infuriated by the system's taunts. She gritted her teeth, her tiny hand gripping the ballpoint pen tightly, almost wanting to break it. Unfortunately, her hand was too delicate, and this only hurt her.

[You're so noisy! I would have done it, but you're the only one barking!]

Qin Zhixin was so angry at the system that she felt a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she vaguely sensed someone standing behind her. She glanced at them out of the corner of her eye and was instantly startled.

Zhang Wei is staring at her paper!

Qin Zhixin was so frightened that she almost couldn't hold the pen steadily. She quickly straightened up and couldn't help shaking. A strand of her long hair at her temples swayed with her shaking.

[System, can you show me Zhang Wei's expression now?]

[What are you looking at? What kind of expression can Zhang Wei have? He always looks like he's still half asleep.]

[Then see which question he is looking at.]

Qin Zhixin was eager to know this. When a teacher looks at a student's paper, if they focus on a certain part for a long enough time, it means that the question was answered incorrectly. This is not difficult to understand. There is no need to look at the process to get the answer right. The correct solution is always the same, but the process presented by the wrong answer is different.

But she overestimated the moral level of Zhang Wei and the system.

[Hey, you've learned your lesson? Still trying to be subtle?]

How could the system not see Qin Zhixin's little thoughts?

[System~ Is it good? Just tell me! ]

Qin Zhixin saw that the system seemed to be exaggerating, but she still didn't give up.

【Dream on.】

Qin Zhixin felt her face was a little stiff, and she continued to secretly observe Zhang Wei with the corner of her eye, but even if her eyes were about to cramp, Qin Zhixin could not see Zhang Wei's face, let alone find the focus of Zhang Wei's gaze.

Qin Zhixin took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble! She calmed her breath, turned her head stiffly, and met Zhang Wei's gaze. She smiled the same way she had when she saw Tang Yuyu after getting into trouble. Her delicate fingers trembled as she pointed at a question she was unsure of, winking at Zhang Wei frantically.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but laugh. Although Qin Zhixin was his student, he was too lazy to help point out the problem. However, this didn't stop him from trying to figure out her mentality. He nodded, then shook his head, gave a meaningful smile, and turned away.

Qin Zhixin's eyes widened when she saw Zhang Wei's strange reaction. She didn't know what this meant.

After the math test, she had no appetite at all, and she didn't even feel like going to the canteen for snacks. After collecting her papers, she drifted off to Class 2, her eyes unfocused, her face haggard. She looked like someone who'd been abused by excessive demands, evoking a particularly sinister aura and drawing several people's furtive gazes. But Qin Zhixin paid no attention to any of this; all she could think about was the beating she was about to receive.

After the test, she calculated her estimated score and found that it was just over 120 at most. If she removed the overestimated part, she would be lucky to get 110. In an instant, the little witch felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on her heart.

[It's not 120. I checked your answers, and your score is around 110. Congratulations, it's a significant improvement over your entrance exam score.]

The system smiled. It was very happy to see the little witch suffer. The more miserable this bastard was, the happier it was.

[Hmm, 110. I estimated 130 before the test. Don't yell!]

Qin Zhixin felt her heartbeat slow down after hearing what the system said. If the ranking of her results in the last entrance exam was similar to this time, Tang Yuyu would probably be itching to slap her.

[Look at your classmates. I think their average score is over 120. Is this test difficult?]

[Listen, they're all checking their answers! They obviously didn't do well on the test!]

Qin Zhixin became anxious when she heard the system say the average score was 120.

[Just look at how many students from key classes got the answer right?]

Since the exam ended, Qin Zhixin had mostly heard complaints about the difficulty of the test or comparisons of answers, occasionally interspersed with curses directed at the "teacher" who wrote the test, Lei Qingyue. Back in Class 2, she sat down, her back against Fang Bixian's desk. She folded her geography handouts upright on the table, her eyes dull.

She didn't ask Zhang Wanbai to check the answers because Zhang Wanbai was secretly wiping away tears while memorizing words.

Qin Zhixin could tell that Zhang Wanbai hadn't done very well on the test. At least, she felt that Zhang Wanbai's reaction probably didn't fall into the category of "crying with joy." Although Qin Zhixin wasn't in a good mood either, and although she always considered herself a "real man" and wouldn't burst into tears like Zhang Wanbai, she didn't have the slightest desire to continue reviewing.

She leaned against the table behind her, listening intently to the conversation between Fang Bixian and Qiao Hua. They were comparing answers to a fill-in-the-blank question. She knew the question because she had also been stuck on it for a long time.

The two of them were engaged in a heated discussion, their answers differing. Qiao Hua's voice was so agitated that it shrilled, like a duck with its throat pinched. He calculated repeatedly on his scratch paper, pen in hand. Fang Bixian, while not as anxious, also argued with Qiao Hua, sharing his own approach to the problem.

The more Qin Zhixin listened, the more disappointed she became, because her answer was different from those two people's, and her approach to solving the problem seemed to be different as well.

Three people, three answers, three understandings, this is as abstract as Hamlet.

She no longer had the desire to listen, completely drained. She shifted to a comfortable position, sprawling across the table. A slight jolt caused the upright geography handout to fall over, covering her head perfectly. She fluttered, the handout still covering her head, and she didn't bother to move anymore, feeling perfectly content.

After dozing off on the table for half an hour, the bell rang. It was time to have dinner and prepare for the evening exam, but Qin Zhixin still had no appetite, so she followed Yang Qichao to the cafeteria to grab a bite.

She was very quiet throughout the whole process, following Yang Qichao gracefully until they finished their meal and both sat down. Qin Zhixin turned her head to look around, and only spoke after seeing that there were not many people around.

"Hey, Chaozi, how did you feel about the test?"

Yang Qichao did not answer immediately. He felt extremely hungry after overusing his brain. He first put a mouthful of rice into his mouth and swallowed it before speaking.

"What's wrong? Did you fail the test?"

Qin Zhixin was a little unhappy. Yang Qichao was clearly making irrelevant remarks.

"Well, it's impossible to fail the test, but it's possible that the test results are not very ideal."

Qin Zhixin's words were too pale and her voice was like a tongue twister. It seemed as if her head had become pointed when she said it. Yang Qichao just found it funny.

"The Chinese reading comprehension test is indeed quite deep."

"Who cares about Chinese? I'm talking about math, of course. How bad can Chinese be?"

Qin Zhixin lowered her head completely and kept stirring the fried chicken with mushrooms on the plate with her chopsticks, as if there was something dirty in the dish.

"The math is really difficult. I couldn't solve the last question of the last problem. I really had no idea how to solve it. Although I could solve it by exhaustive method, it was too time-consuming. There must be another way, so I didn't write it down."

After hearing this, Qin Zhixin couldn't help but use more force with the chopsticks in her hand and poked a hole in a piece of mushroom.

Qin Zhixin smiled a strange smile, as if she was forcing it. "Haha, you're so great."

"This paper is very profound. The teacher who created it, Mr. Lei Qingyue, is truly amazing."

Qin Zhixin continued to be sarcastic. "Haha. You're right, he's really amazing."

"Is there anything you don't know?"

Yang Qichao still didn't understand what "hehe" meant. "Hehe" hadn't yet been extended to other meanings. He was just curious and wanted to ask Qin Zhixin, but he could tell she wasn't in the mood.

"No, I just wanted to ask, um, how well do you think you'll do in math?"

"One hundred and fifty, conservatively."

"Eh?! Damn it!"

Qin Zhixin looked up and stared at Yang Qichao with some regret, unable to even control her voice.

"You're anxious, aren't you?"

Qin Zhixin took a breath. "So what do you think the average score will be this time in math?"

The little witch's voice became lower and lower as she spoke. She still remembered that the system said she was only around 110.

"It's hard for me to say. I don't look at other people's results. I only care about Zhou Xinshu's results. He is my goal. I don't care about anything else."

Yang Qichao's answer still hurt Qin Zhixin's sensitive heart, and she felt a little blocked in her throat.

Chapter 105: Jia Qiu Shui Yan Xiao Yan Yan

Yi Congwen had picked up some bizarre thing from somewhere, and the moment he opened his mouth, Yang Qichao was completely baffled. This remark caused the brain of this honest kid who had been in the Shanghai Stock Exchange for almost three years to temporarily freeze.

Yang Qichao imagined what it was like, but still found it baffling. He reasonably suspected Yi Congwen was engaging in regional discrimination, but he had indeed seen many people squatting on the curb drinking coffee and taking photos.

But according to Yi Congwen's description, this is still somewhat beyond the imagination of the most basic thinking boundaries under his simple values.

"Are you sure you're not some second-rate guy? Wearing your best clothes, getting together, and doing nothing? What's the point?"

"Mr. Yang, you're being biased. Citywalking has to have certain requirements. It's not just about wearing colorful clothes and going out. There needs to be an initiator who determines which streets will produce the most interesting photos. And the clothes you wear must be high-end, imported, OLD SCHOOL-style."