After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"Hehe, something's up~"

Qin Zhixin sat up, leaned her soft hands on the edge of the bathtub, supported her head, and asked with a smile.

"Have you seen the nice ones I posted?"

"I never read the nonsense you post."

"Tsk, playing dumb first and then acting stupid, how boring. All the things I send are good things to satisfy your XP."

Qin Zhixin's smile was extremely playful, and she looked like a cat that was about to steal some fish.

"Don't keep saying things I don't understand. What do you mean by 'fork fart'?"

"I clearly told you last time that you didn't listen to anything I said. I really don't understand what your mind is thinking. Are you just staring at my rabbit?"

A violent cough echoed through the speaker of his cell phone. Yang Qichao was rendered speechless by the fierce questioning. It wasn't an injustice, but this damned girl always said some bizarre things. He really couldn't blame her for not remembering them.

[Fuck, be a little more ladylike. Even if the opponent is stupid, you can't play like this to death.]

Yang Qichao was still coughing, and Qin Zhixin lay back in the bathtub, with everything except her little head submerged in the water.

[Why are you so arrogant with Yang Qichao? I've seen him from head to toe when he was little!]

Qin Zhixin acted as if she had seen everything and didn't care at all. Her shameless attitude made the system laugh.

"How old do you think you are? When you were a kid, you were still developing and you could even use his thing as a rubber band. Now don't you see the difference between you and him? You're a woman!"

Qin Zhixin didn't care at first, but she was stunned for a moment after hearing the system say "You are a woman".

Her eyes stared blankly at the bathroom ceiling, and she felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness. After a moment of daze, she felt more of a sense of nothingness. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her "previous life" again, and she fell into deep thought again.

"Don't accuse me. I look at everything openly and never try to hide anything."

Yang Qichao's voice, ragged like a handful of sand through the shoddy speakers, brought Qin Zhixin back to reality with the crackling sound of electricity. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. She felt overwhelmed with unspoken worries, but it seemed she had no one to confide in except the inhuman, inscrutable "system" within her mind. The words vanished as they reached her lips, and all that came out was a laugh and a bunch of nonsense.

"Chaozi, what I sent is something good. It's FUTA. Do you know what FUTA is?"

Before Qin Zhixin finished speaking, Yang Qichao hung up the phone. Qin Zhixin heard a busy tone on the phone, but continued talking as if Yang Qichao was still listening on the other side of the phone.

"You can ask more questions. Why don't you ask more questions? I really envy you."

Qin Zhixin muttered a few words, she held her breath again, pinched her nose, and lay on her back in the water, but she accidentally choked. She hurriedly grabbed the edge of the bathtub and sat up, coughing violently, choking out tears, and it took her a while to recover.

She knew Yang Qichao would have no chance of clicking on her link; the link she gave him wasn't "FUTA" at all. He was dull and honest, and if he hadn't known her, he probably wouldn't have known that the Nanling people's common particle "grass" could also be a verb.

Qin Zhixin felt tired of this.

She always thinks too much, while Yang Qichao thinks too little.

She hoped that Yang Qichao could see through her thoughts, see through her cowardly nature at a glance, insult her, blame her, and accept her.

But Yang Qichao didn't understand, and Qin Zhixin didn't want to know if he was faking it. She shook the water off her hands, retrieved her phone, and then lay back in the water, humming Xu Song's "City." She didn't remember the lyrics, only the general tune.

Chapter 107: Self-pity

Qin Zhixin hummed a song softly, her voice out of tune, which seemed strange in the misty bathroom.

She pressed her legs together, one hand across her chest to cover her two bright red dogwood flowers, and took a picture while avoiding the camera. The picture was not very clear, and her usually flawless white skin had turned slightly pink from the soaking. Her icy skin was now radiant and beautiful, dizzying.

Two arms as soft as boneless jade, ten slender, white fingers. Her face was pure and charming, her eyes looking away from the camera were a little empty, but her expression was shy and timid. She was truly so beautiful that even the orioles and swallows would envy her, and the dew-soaked crabapple blossoms were so beautiful that they could not compare.

The shoulders were as smooth as snow and as translucent as jade, and the unrestrained big fat rabbits were slightly tilted to the sides, standing proudly in white, with two bright red beans dotted on them, covered by foam, making them look even more seductive.

Further down, there is a slender waist that is too thin to be grasped with one hand, and a jewel-like belly button adorning the flat belly, a smooth and mysterious slight bulge, a tall and smooth big peach, a pair of alluring white legs, and a pair of jade feet that are as white as snow and frost and are so small that they cannot be grasped with one hand.

Qin Zhixin looked at the phone screen with a dazed look in her eyes. She had felt more than once that she was born with the wrong gender.

If, if she were a man, perhaps she would be as promiscuous as Qin Zhifeng by now. But if she were a man, would she become a complete scumbag like "her" previous life? Qin Zhixin didn't know, she couldn't explain it. She used to think it was fate, that she had done so many cruel things in her "previous life" that she had become a woman in this life.

But now she was confused again.

After enough personal experience, she puts herself in his shoes and, afterward, feels that her past life wasn't so bad, not as unkind as she once thought. At least he didn't coerce her, and the women she once thought she'd let down were merely willing partners. Ultimately, your mind tends to follow your own path.

Qin Zhixin's thoughts were in a mess. She inexplicably felt that she seemed too mature in some aspects, but she also felt that she was not as mature as she thought.

The girl in the phone photo was so beautiful that she seemed like a prize from heaven, but Qin Zhixin didn't like the feeling of being a prize. Soaking in the bathtub, Qin Zhixin felt the hot water make her head dizzy.

"It's a pity that my eyes aren't on other people, but this feels really good. System, what do you think others are thinking when they stare at me?"

The system replied grumpily. [What can you think? Young people, your brains are like sponges, and you're just looking at your crotch. That guy Yang Qichao has been masturbating to you a lot. If you send him the pictures, he'll definitely be inattentive for the exam tomorrow.]

Qin Zhixin sighed.

[What a lunatic! I showed him a picture of me taking a bath?]

[Didn't you say you've seen him from head to toe? Hasn't he seen you from head to toe as well?]

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes.

[They were just tiny little kids, their hair barely grown yet, so what difference could there be between a boy and a girl?]

【Aren’t you still short now?】

Qin Zhixin was speechless. She didn't want to bother with the system anymore. She felt that her "improper" behavior was ninety-nine percent caused by the system. She sat up in the bathtub, the berries on her erect bunny facing the other side. The slightest ripples on the water surface caused her overly sensitive body to feel a slight jolt. She looked down at the perfect, round pair of breasts, their delicate white skin turning pink from the heat. She had always felt that her body had become more sensitive than before. Before, it was only the lower part that couldn't be touched, but now the upper part couldn't be touched either. The slightest friction would bring a faint electric shock.

This change made Qin Zhixin a little frightened, but more confused.

Although the "self" in his "previous life" was a scumbag, he was also a man among men. But the self in the photo was so charming, a blatant troublemaker. Even if there was still a little childishness in his eyebrows and eyes, he was still gorgeous and beautiful.

This is not the so-called "beautiful" that girls compliment other girls with, but a deeper "temptation" that goes straight to biological instincts.

There are so many lies hidden in the hypocritical compliments girls exchange. Sometimes they'll praise an average-looking girl as a "beautiful girl." When they're discussing who's prettiest with a guy, they'll bring this girl up. The guy will likely disagree, and the girls will feign shock. But who can really tell if they actually think the "beautiful girl" they're praising is beautiful?

No one can read minds. Some people seem to be able to understand what others are thinking, but that is only because some people are so stupid that they write what they want on their faces.

The highest compliment girls give to beautiful women is "sexy." Whether it's their attire or their looks, it's often tinged with envy. Perhaps jealousy is the most genuine emotion driven purely by instinct. The attitudes some girls have toward Tang Manwen and Qin Zhixin reflect their true reaction to beautiful women: rejection and a subtle hostility.

In practice, this meant making strange comments behind her back, anonymously throwing mud online, and deliberately isolating her. But Qin Zhixin was used to it, so she didn't like interacting with girls.

Qin Zhixin was a little dazed.

In my "previous life," when I was a man, I would go to school every day with other boys and chat about pretty girls. Now that I'm a girl in this life, I still hang out with boys, and the topics we talk about are even more vulgar than in my previous life.

Qin Zhixin reached out and tucked her damp hair aside, switching her phone to the account of "Hunyuan Dachu." "Mr. Pickled Cucumber" was flaunting his affection in the group chat. He'd bought a Cartier Destine platinum necklace, promising it to his future wife. He'd been saying for days that he'd met his "The One."

Meeting his high school crush again amidst the vast crowds of Guangzhou, Wang Tianzhuo felt it was his destiny, so he chose a necklace with a name that resonated with the theme. "[Destine]" is the French word for "fate," and while the spelling and pronunciation are almost identical to the English word, the addition of the French letters makes it feel more sophisticated.

But Qin Zhixin just felt bored.

It's not like she hasn't seen pure love content in her life, most of which are in various books.

Qin Zhixin lay back in the bathtub, her slender, fair arm raised to hold her phone, clicking on the photo of the necklace Wang Tianzhuo had taken. It was a gemstone necklace, featuring a cushion-cut emerald pavé set as the center stone, and round brilliant-cut diamonds framed the silver-white necklace. The overall tone was cool, yet it possessed an indescribable sense of worldliness.

"Destiny" seems to carry the meaning of destiny, but it just looks indescribably "artificial". This French word is as vulgar as the French name given to itself by some "nationally flyable" things, and as tacky as Wang Tianzhuo's nagging story about his secret love.

Qin Zhixin continued scrolling and found a photo Wang Tianzhuo had posted. It showed a woman's profile. Her features were passable, but her cheekbones were high and her eyes had a lot of white, suggesting she was wearing makeup. She was wearing a delicate straw hat and a plain, off-the-shoulder knit top, looking out the window. The background was probably a cafe; she looked quite bourgeois.

But Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes. She had no good feelings towards those who blatantly showed off their carefully embellished lives. In her opinion, this weird vanity and excessive desire to pry into other people's private lives were two sides of the same coin.

A prostitute pretends to be a talented person, and lead and glass pretend to be precious gems.

Qin Zhixin was too lazy to read Wang Tianzhuo's chatter and started typing directly, but it took her a while to see the keyboard appear on the phone screen.

"Hunyuan Dachu: Don't get too carried away. Based on your description, I don't think he's a good person at all."

"Mr. Pickle: You are just envious, don't scream, stinky gauze."

"Hunyuan Dachu: Are you jealous of your mother for giving birth to something like you? What did you think during the few days you spent with her? Why did you buy her a necklace worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

"Mr. Pickle: Of course I offered it!"

Qin Zhixin curled her lips speechlessly when she saw the words typed by Wang Tianzhuo.

Wang Tianzhuo's initiative to give the necklace might seem to the other party as if he was putting on a dog collar on his own initiative, with the words "I am a sucker" engraved on his forehead, but Qin Zhixin was more inclined to believe that Wang Tianzhuo was being led by the nose.

Qin Zhixin knew all too well how some women played games. From her memories of her "past life," he had encountered countless women with means. Even if one of those women asked for financial support, he would have given it much thought. Both knew, anyway, that it was impossible for them to truly make it to the end.

Some women have a distorted way of thinking. They have no concept of "equivalent exchange." They are shortsighted, foolish, and aggressive, but Qin Zhixin would never have bothered to play with such fools in her "previous life." "She" plays at a much higher level, but the higher the level, the more she seeks. But if she's confused and wants to use the illegitimate child coercion trick, then she's simply an old man who's tired of living. "He" doesn't mind the ruthless destruction of a beautiful woman.

Obviously, in Qin Zhixin's mind, Wang Tianzhuo's girlfriend is much higher than this stupid fat guy.

Wang Tianzhuo's idiotic aura is practically overflowing from the screen. Where in the world can there be so much "initiative"? If there really is no cause, how can there be any effect?

"Hunyuan Dachu: I don't believe you'd be that proactive. You'd even ask others to help you find resources, but how could you be so proactive as to specifically find a necklace called Destiny to give away? I think you've been hanging out with those stupid plastic surgery freaks too much. You've been around that kind of idiot too much, and you don't know the intelligence of a normal woman."

"Mr. Pickle: You don't know her. She is a very simple girl. She was very quiet when she was in school, and she is still quiet now."

"Hunyuan Dachu: I think your classmate is at least in his thirties, so you can't call him a girl anymore, right?"

"Hunyuan Dachu: I feel like she is manipulating your emotions. If I were you, and I met someone who could affect my emotions, I would probably block them."

Qin Zhixin typed quickly. She didn't know what kind of mentality she was in when she typed these words. Her slender fingers tapped on the screen, but the screen responded a little slowly.

"Mr. Pickle: Don't judge a gentleman by your own standards. She's different."

Mr. Pickle: I asked her, she is very innocent, she has been hurt emotionally

Qin Zhixin was fed up.

"Hunyuan Dachu: I feel so bad for you. Do you think you're such a man? Why don't you check first to see if there's anyone dead in her belly? Guangdong Province has electronic health records anyway. You might find something interesting by checking with Han Heng."

Qin Zhixin sent this text with malice. She was too lazy to continue to care about Wang Tianzhuo, so she logged out of her Penguin account and wanted to play a song, but her phone crashed again.

I think it’s time to change my phone.

Qin Zhixin silently talked to the system in her heart, but the system ignored her.

Chapter 108: The Beauty of the Pearl

Qin Zhixin's boasting was just for the sake of momentary verbal satisfaction. After all, she really felt that Wang Tianzhuo's partner was not a good person.

This strange hostility was a mysterious first impression. Even though Qin Zhixin had never seen the woman in real life, she was still convinced that she was a scoundrel. But she was not wrong. In a sense, it was a lucky coincidence.

But Qin Zhixin didn't know in which direction the incident would develop after her casual remark.

After taking a shower, Qin Zhixin put on a large vest as pajamas and went back to her room.

She took the battery out of her old phone and checked it carefully. After she felt that it had not been damaged by water, she put it back in and restarted it, but it was still a little slow.

Qin Zhixin sighed. Her phone had only been used for a little over a year, and it was already in such bad shape. Even typing was a struggle. She decided to go to the service center tomorrow after finishing her exams. A few days ago, she hadn't considered changing her phone, but after seeing Yang Qichao change, the idea took root in her mind.

She calculated her savings at over 6,000 yuan, which was enough to buy a phone. But she didn't need to force herself into buying a phone. She could just scrape out another 1,000 or 2,000 yuan and get a good, affordable domestic phone. She'd seen the Meizu MX3 at its launch event and thought it was pretty good, but with prices starting at 2,500 yuan, she felt a bit reluctant.

She lay on the bed, curled up her old phone, and opened a forum. The phone froze for a while. Qin Zhixin sighed and tossed and turned in bed, the quilt wrapped around her like a cylinder, looking like a large, wriggling caterpillar. She was naked, wearing only a men's vest, and the slightest friction with the quilt quickly gave her a strange sensation. She couldn't help but squeeze, curling up, even her head buried in the covers.

She didn't feel stuffy because she always smelled good.

Her hand subconsciously reached down, but she had an exam tomorrow, so she resisted the urge to go any further.

But Qin Zhixin herself hadn't noticed that her fragrance had become even more fragrant and alluring. Since she turned fifteen, she had clearly felt her body becoming more sensitive, and she could clearly see that the boys' desire for her was becoming more dangerous.

Just like the system said, boys looked at her and thought about the crotch, but Qin Zhixin didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Playing with fire might scare her, but it also gave her a strange sense of excitement.

Qin Zhixin couldn't help but gently stroke her own smooth face with one of her small hands, as if it weren't her. She didn't know who to draw into this fantasy that put her in an absolutely disadvantaged position. The boys in the class, including Yang Qichao, didn't seem suitable.

It seems that the "self" in the previous life is more suitable.

Her long, white, jade-like fingers gently stroked her moist lips, and she licked her fingertips with her small, clove-like tongue. She curled up in the quilt, her expression dazed. The light from her phone screen shone on her face, making it pale and bluish, a ghostly expression.

Qin Zhixin's mind was full of thoughts about her "previous life". The "self" in her imaginary past life was caressing the face of her "this life", speaking nonsense and clichés to deceive stupid girls.

She doubted the authenticity of her memory more than once.

Overly luxurious life memories, smooth work experience, sweet love life, and various inappropriate behaviors can still escape legal sanctions.

Everything is so perfectly unreal.

But why did she have nothing in her life? She spent ages mulling over a new phone, and was terrified by a minor monthly test performance. Qin Zhixin thrashed a few times in bed, the velvet sheets rubbing against her red scalp, causing her to shudder and shake, followed by small gasps for breath.

Qin Zhixin's expression was confused.

She couldn't help but think that it would be nice if life could always be like this, at least she wouldn't have to worry about the future. She thought about it vaguely and soon fell asleep.

The next day, the alarm went off. She yawned and tried to hit the alarm, but she accidentally fell off the bed, hitting her butt. The ground was cold, so she put on a vest and shivered. She didn't care about the pain in her butt and quickly got up and put on her clothes.

She didn't sleep well last night. It seemed like she had a nightmare, but she couldn't remember it.

Arriving at school, Qin Zhixin had just gotten off the bus when she saw Yang Qichao riding his electric donkey. He had ridden to the school gate, dismounted, and was about to go in. She tiptoed up behind him, looking sly.

"what!"

Qin Zhixin wanted to scare him, but Yang Qichao had already noticed. Even though he didn't hear the girl's footsteps, he was at a disadvantage at the moment. With his keen sense of smell, he had already smelled Qin Zhixin's unique fragrance, but it was different from usual, as if she had become more alluring.

"Are you childish?"

Qin Zhixin tapped him on the shoulder, but Yang Qichao didn't even turn around. He thought back to last night, when he was about to review when this damn girl called him. Qin Zhixin had confused him so much that he couldn't concentrate on reading a single page.