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"Even now, Russia's specialties, apart from arms, are vodka, caviar and suicidal poets."

[Is this sentence from a movie?]

Qin Zhixin had no idea what Yan Wangfei was doing and glanced over at Zhang Wanbai. Zhang Wanbai was also a little confused. She didn't know why the topic had suddenly turned to literature.

Liu Qinxiong winked at Yan Wangfei, but Yan Wangfei was obviously too excited to speak and continued to talk.

Chapter 114: Different Talks

The system couldn't stand Yan Wangfei's literary and artistic behavior, so it directly criticized Russia in Qin Zhixin's mind.

Damn it, what he said about Russia is a collection of stereotypes, all positive ones at that. God knows how this impoverished country like Russia has the money to brainwash other countries. Tsk, what's so great about a giant Ningguta made up of drunkards? And the unique loneliness? Damn it, go to pornographic and anti-racist websites and search for RUSSIA to see how lonely it is. A pure Dalit country.

[Tsk, I thought he was normal. Hey, System, you said he likes Russians so much, is it because Lucia girls are cheap and large? I heard from Wang Tianzhuo that there are a lot of Russians selling in Shenzhen. They are cheaper than domestic prostitutes. The price for one night is probably only 60% of the domestic price.]

Qin Zhixin smiled foolishly at the thought, and Yan Wangfei saw it, thinking she was interested in what he was saying, and couldn't help but speak even more excitedly. He spoke with a beaming face, his facial features distorted in his excitement, and even his hands began to move.

"Like Pushkin, his writing is like dissecting the Russian soul. I particularly like 'The Bronze Horseman,' the one where the statue of Peter the Great chases the civilians..."

Although the system hated Yan's pretentiousness, it was even more infuriated by Qin Zhixin's vulgarity.

"Are you crazy? This idiot is talking about Russian literature, and all you can think of is eggs? He's got a brain, but you're no better. So vulgar!"

After being scolded by the system, Qin Zhixin just smiled and didn't even blush. She was thick-skinned enough anyway. [Look at how excited he is. Does he really like Russian literature or is he just using it as an excuse to appear sophisticated? I'll pretend I don't know for now. It's just a silly boy's trick. And you still think I'm vulgar? He talks a lot about literature, but his mind is probably full of thighs and pears. And you still think I'm vulgar? I call it a saintly nature. At worst, I can just change the term to something else. What about a spring breeze, a one-night stand, or a casual couple?]

[Oh, too much dew, too much spring breeze, Russia is a second-rate country that exports a bunch of diseased chickens, a bunch of white-skinned Dalits.]

"I wasn't the one buying the eggs! Why are you blaming me? It's that idiot Wang Tianzhuo who's just spreading rumors. Even though Russian chickens are cheap, Wang Tianzhuo hates the taste. He says these people have to shave their legs regularly, and even then it still hurts."

Yan Wangfei kept talking, Qin Zhixin's eyes were empty, she recalled Wang Tianzhuo's words to

But you're right, Russia's export specialty is chickens. The world's most capable flying chickens, the flying fighting chickens of all. This lowly livelihood is truly in line with the inherent debauchery of the Slavic people. Earning RMB with their knees is their job after the alliance is resolved. By the way, do you know what the word "Slav" originally meant?

[Slaves? Slaves? In ancient Rome, the Slavs were considered barbarians, right? Although the white people who are doing well now were basically barbarians back then.]

[The term "slave" isn't a slave. The more accurate translation is "someone who can speak." The term "slave" is a later extension. The Slavs were defined as a people by their shared language, but because they were enslaved for so long, the Latin word "Slavic" became a synonym for slave. Just like "Negro," which originally meant black, but now has become the N-word. It's not surprising that these white-skinned chickens are so cheap here. After all, selling your body here is safer than being a slave in the hands of Moscow gangs. Buying them for less is like paying a safety tax.]

The system was saying racist words in Qin Zhixin's mind again, while Yan Wangfei was still talking about Russian classics and culture, which made Qin Zhixin feel infinitely disconnected.

As Yan Wangfei spoke, he couldn't even control his tone. His excited voice caused Li Jinjin next door to look at them frequently.

"…………I particularly like Turgenev's Lucrecia. Even though she was paralyzed, her soul never gave in. She would use her remaining senses to listen to the birdsong in the morning and hum folk songs to passing children in her hoarse voice. Qin, do you know what I saw in Turgenev's works? I saw the respect for the spiritual power of women in Russian culture. Even if the body is bound, the mind can still be as strong as…"

Qin Zhixin couldn't help but shudder. Seeing Yan Wangfei so engrossed in his "speech" made her feel creepy. The system, that bastard from Biyang, was playing racist and sexist jokes on her in her mind, and now this thing in front of her was playing tricks on her again. She turned and secretly glanced at Liu Qinxiong, who shrugged at her with a cowardly look, indicating that he couldn't do anything.

Qin Zhixin secretly cursed Liu Qinxiong as a waste.

Yan Wangfei now began to talk incessantly about what he believed was the implicit respect for women in Russian culture in Turgenev's work "Fathers and Sons". She only felt a headache listening to him, but she felt more annoyed.

"Stop, stop. Stop talking about those weird things. It makes me embarrassed. Reading is just for fun. How can there be so many uplifting things?"

Qin Zhixin interrupted Yan Wangfei's speech, blocking out everything he was about to say. Yan Wangfei looked a little embarrassed. He had been gesticulating excitedly just now, but now his movements froze after being interrupted. Liu Qinxiong lowered his head and touched his nose, secretly observing Qin Zhixin's expression. He had chatted with Qin Zhixin at the school sports meeting before, and at that time he only thought that Qin Zhixin had a strong personality, a rare and beautiful girl with a strong opinion.

Qin Zhixin didn't bother to indulge Yan Wangfei anymore and continued. "What about the Russian female spiritual power? I'm not the type to use fashion items to stamp my reputation. If I respect women, I respect them. Even if I don't, no one will know unless I say it in public. It's ridiculous to force a female spiritual power into something like that. Who would specifically mention male spiritual power and make such a fuss about it?"

Liu Qinxiong felt that something was wrong with the words and hurried out to smooth things over.

"Student Qin, Yan Wangfei doesn't know how to talk, and I don't mean to offend you."

"I didn't say he offended anyone, you're making me so sensitive."

Qin Zhixin sighed, her expression gloomy. "Men and women are all human beings. There's no need to deliberately attribute certain advantages to women. To me, respecting women is like wearing underwear. Most people wear them. Some don't, but if no one pulls their pants off, you wouldn't know. But if someone wears it on their head and walks around in public, they're probably doing something wrong."

Hearing this metaphor, Liu Qinxiong's expression became a little strange. He tried to grin down to prevent himself from laughing, and held it in for a long time before speaking.

"Your metaphor is quite good, and it appeals to both the elite and the masses."

Qin Zhixin glanced over and noticed Liu Qinxiong's breath stank, his words faintly reeking of leeks. "Look at how cautious you are. I doubt you'd be so careful talking to boys. Yan Wangfei, I only read novels for fun and to kill time. I'm not interested in the bullshit culture behind them. You mentioned Russian culture? Have you read the Russian "Metro Trilogy"?"

Yan Wangfei had never heard of what Qin Zhixin said before, and he shook his head in confusion.

"Look, you and I don't read the same kind of books. I don't understand a word you're saying. You might as well tell me about horror novels, which I might have read."

Qin Zhixin lifted her hair. Her hair tie could never be tied tightly and she needed to pull it up from time to time.

"Wang Fei is a bit, uh, easily immersed in his own world. Once he starts talking, he can't stop."

Liu Qinxiong was amused. He could see that Yan Wangfei, though simple-minded, was actually quite cunning. What he had just said was mostly pretentious. He probably realized Qin Zhixin enjoyed reading novels, so he wanted to create the image of a talented scholar who enjoyed classics.

After all, serious "artistic young women" all like students with good grades and a love of reading. It's a pity that this particular girl isn't a petite bourgeois with an artistic flair. If Yan Wangfei had been chatting about Russian chickens and racist jokes like the system did, Qin Zhixin might have actually chatted with him a little longer.

"By the way, Qin Zhixin, is the 'Metro Trilogy' adapted from a game? I was watching a video before, and there's a game called 'Metro 2033'. I saw someone in the comments section saying there were fan fiction. I even looked for the game's resources later."

Qin Zhixin raised her eyebrows at Liu Qinxiong's words, her interest now piqued. "No, the novel came first. 'Metro: Last Light' was released a few months ago, and the cracked version came out during our summer vacation."

"Doesn't that mean you were playing this game while we were taking summer tutoring?"

Qin Zhixin gave a wicked smile. "I think it's just average. I only played one round and then went to play other games."

"But as far as I know, the reason you asked for leave, Qin, was because someone in your family was sick."

As soon as Liu Qinxiong said this, Zhang Wanbai and Yan Wangfei stared at her. Even though Qin Zhixin was thick-skinned, she couldn't help blushing.

"I finally have summer vacation and I still have to go to school. What a loss."

Qin Zhixin's face was still bright, but her eyes were a little evasive.

"I see."

Liu Qinxiong also smiled. Unlike Yan Wangfei, the self-righteous guy, he understood that to impress a girl, first, they had to have common interests, and second, they had to create minor awkwardness and friction that was neither painful nor itchy. But this required careful control; if they overdid it, they might accidentally make the other party bear a grudge.

"By the way, you're playing a cracked version. Do you have the resources for Last Light? I only know about 2033. I played it several times back then, and got both endings. The black monster was really scary at the beginning, but I didn't expect such a big twist."

"Yes, I'll send you the resources. Wait a minute, I haven't added you as a friend yet."

Qin Zhixin took out her cell phone to find Liu Qinxiong's chat box, but found that she had not added him as a friend.

"I've applied, please approve it."

Liu Qinxiong had already made preparations. He took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times with ease, passing the friend verification.

Chapter 115 Double Standards

We will be on holiday tomorrow afternoon. Everyone is very restless during evening self-study and there are not many students in Class 2 who can still sit down and study.

But the impetuousness is not only directed at students, but also at teachers, especially Zhang Wei.

He was supposed to be in charge of discipline during evening study, but he was too busy drinking. Not satisfied with just going alone, he dragged Gao Qingjian along. Having been a teacher for so long, he naturally knew when students were most motivated to study, and when, even if he tried his best, it would be hard for anyone to pay attention.

Instead of working hard on something that gets half the result with twice the effort, it is better to let go and take a few days off after the exam.

There were about ten minutes left before evening self-study, and Zhang Wei entered the classroom early.

As soon as he entered, he saw Liu Qinxiong turning around and looking down at Qin Zhixin's desk. Qin Zhixin's deskmate, Zhang Wanbai, was also looking over his shoulder. Fang Bixian and Zhou Dahong were standing in the aisle beside them, also looking in. And Qin Zhixin, the naughty girl, was excited, her little hands tapping something on the table.

Zhang Wei understood what was happening at a glance, and he walked over with light steps.

Fang Bixian and Zhou Dahong, who were sitting behind Qin Zhixin, were the first to react. When they saw Zhang Wei tiptoeing over, they hurried back to their seats.

Zhang Wei walked behind Liu Qinxiong and also lowered his head to see what Qin Zhixin was doing.

He saw Qin Zhixin playing a game, a cartoon-style game with a very retro style, so retro that Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

Five years ago, his students would sneak small game consoles or electronic pet machines into the classroom, but those gadgets weren't very interesting. Back then, Zhang Wei also confiscated a pet machine. It was about the size of an egg, with a digital display. It probably looks cheap now. He didn't know how to care for it, and after several of them died in a row, he simply gave up. But the machine hasn't been thrown away; it's still in a box. Perhaps when he retires, he'll throw it away along with all his other miscellaneous items.

Zhang Wei thought silently.

Where did the student whose toys he confiscated go after taking the exam? Zhang Wei couldn't remember clearly, and his memories began to fly forward.

He always felt his life was fragmented: static before college, then rapidly changing. It was moving so fast, so fast he couldn't keep up. Zhang Wei remembered his school days, when his classmates had a cassette player, a trendy thing. He listened to songs from a few cassettes over and over until he felt sick, memorized the lyrics, and even now remembers the melodies of some songs.

Although he didn't like those songs very much.

The standard outfit for being "trendy" is to have an electronic watch on your hand, or at least a Japanese quartz watch, a cassette player on your belt, and then wear sunglasses and colorful clothes made of "Dacron".

He remembered going on a date, blushing, holding his wife's hand and going to the cinema to watch an American movie, no matter what the subject, a ticket cost a few cents, almost the price of a bowl of noodles in a restaurant.

When we first went to college, both Gao Qingjian and I were poor students, but the government provided financial subsidies for college students, which amounted to 26.5 yuan per month. Zhang Wei still remembers it clearly.

Money was truly valuable back then, and university students could eat in the cafeteria for free. Whenever they received their allowance, they'd go to a restaurant first, then count out some money and go play arcade games. He always kept five yuan for himself and sent the rest back home. The arcade game he and Gao Qingjian played the most was something called "Condor One." Even after they ran out of game coins, they wouldn't leave and would watch others continue playing. They used to have to wait in line for ages before playing. They'd play alone, while a group of people would watch from behind and offer guidance.

It’s not even been 30 years yet, and no one plays arcade games anymore.

Last year, while accompanying his son, who had just finished his college entrance exam, to a shopping mall to buy him a computer, Zhang Wei saw workers in the lobby moving arcade machines one by one. They were said to be taking up empty space and consuming electricity, so the owner had simply thrown them away as waste. This made Zhang Wei sigh with sadness. He felt he was getting old. Things he once considered "trendy" were now considered trash, with no one interested in them.

…………

Liu Qinxiong gathered around Qin Zhixin's table, watching her play a mobile version of Kingdom Rush. It was a tower defense game, but its graphics were infinitely more sophisticated than the currently popular Carrot Defender. Suddenly, he felt like there was a head above him. At first, Liu Qinxiong thought it was Yan Wangfei returning, but then he smelled cigarettes, and it occurred to him that Yan Wangfei didn't seem to smoke.

That's strange, none of my classmates smoke.

Suddenly, Liu Qinxiong realized who was smoking. He glanced down and saw familiar leather shoes. They were Zhang Wei's shoes, and a cold sweat immediately broke out. Liu Qinxiong looked up and saw, as expected, it was Teacher Zhang. He was also watching Qin Zhixin play games. Who knows when he came or how long he had been there? This startled Liu Qinxiong so much that he quickly turned around and sat up straight.

Zhang Wanbai was also frightened by Zhang Wei and sat down in panic.

The two men were moving so violently that even a blind Qin Zhixin would have noticed it. She just felt an inexplicable sense of danger. She secretly glanced and saw a pair of leather shoes favored by middle-aged men. Her heart beat slower instantly.

【Why is the classroom so quiet? 】

Qin Zhixin asked the question even though she knew the answer in her heart. She understood everything, but she just didn't dare to face the reality.

[Yeah, why is it so quiet? What's going on? Could it be Zhang Wei is here? No way~ No way~]

The system started to act weird.

Qin Zhixin felt her neck stiffen and tried to look up, but she hadn't quite gotten over it. She mustered up the courage to look up and saw Zhang Wei hunched over his phone. Normally, even if Zhang Wei came to enforce discipline during evening study, he'd arrive at a set time. Thinking she'd caught Zhang Wei's "refresh" mechanism, Qin Zhixin became bolder and more reckless. After dinner, she returned to the classroom and carelessly placed her phone on the table to play.

And this game looks really fun, so the squad leader, Zhang Wanbai and Fang Bixin at the back are all watching it. She just said that she would send the game download link to Fang Bixin and Liu Qinxiong when she gets back.

"Don't stop, this game is so fun."

Seeing that Qin Zhixin didn't dare to continue, Zhang Wei also started to speak in a sarcastic tone. Qin Zhixin was so frightened that her hair stood on end, her eyes widened. After the first second of panic, her charming face revealed a flattering smile. She quickly locked her phone and stuffed it into her schoolbag. Then she sat up straight, picked up the ballpoint pen she had discarded, and buried her head in her study, not daring to move, like a good student studying hard.

"Don't play during class."

Zhang Wei found this reaction amusing. This girl was so pretty, but she was even more playful than the boys in her class. He knew Qin Zhixin had made great progress on the exam, so he didn't confiscate her phone, but just typed a sentence.

Zhang Wei stood up straight. He had just bent over for too long and his waist was a little sore due to his old age. He turned to speak to Liu Qinxiong.

"I'm not here tonight, so I'll take care of the discipline. I don't have any requirements tonight."

Zhang Wei glanced around the classroom. Every student lowered their heads like quails. Just then, Ma Lisheng and Qiao Hua entered the room, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing Zhang Wei, they ducked their heads and scurried to their seats. Even though Zhang Wei didn't usually put on airs, students were naturally afraid of their teachers. Zhang Wei had seen this all too often.

"Forget it, find a movie tonight. You can decide which movie it is. You can leave at a certain time. Liu Qinxiong, please keep an eye on us so we don't run away early. Just don't disturb the principal, and remember to keep the volume down."

After saying that, Zhang Wei left. After he left, the classroom quickly became noisy again.

Qin Zhixin seemed deflated when she saw Zhang Wei walking away.

She lay sideways on her left arm, her chubby face soft and perky, slightly deformed by the pressure on her arm. She pulled her phone out of her bag again, placed it horizontally on her pencil case, and poked the screen with her spring-scallion-like fingers, continuing to play games.

Liu Qinxiong turned back and saw Qin Zhixin slumped over the table, seemingly boneless. Her movements were casual yet languid and charming. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her lazy, contented expression resembled that of a cat.

But Qin Zhixin was a cat, her every smile tickling Liu Qinxiong's heart, stirring his desires. He could smell her alluring fragrance, and being close to her made him prone to wild thoughts. He had the illusion that Qin Zhixin, with her lazy expression, was sitting in his arms, and her movements on the phone screen seemed to be drawing circles on his chest.

He always felt that she was seducing him, and every action was tempting him to come forward and kiss her, but his reason told him that these were all groundless delusions.

Liu Qinxiong couldn't help swallowing.

"Sister Xin, Teacher Zhang just asked us to watch a movie tonight. Do you have any recommendations?"

Liu Qinxiong smiled shyly, as if genuinely just seeking Qin Zhixin's opinion. Qin Zhixin looked up, a bit bewildered. Shouldn't the decision about which movie to watch be based on the majority opinion? No matter what was chosen, it wouldn't satisfy everyone. Asking her alone, wasn't Liu Qinxiong just throwing her into the fire?

"I'm fine with either. Um, I haven't watched a movie in a long time. I don't know if there are any good ones recently."

Qin Zhixin hesitated and didn't answer. Coincidentally, Zhang Wanbai leaned over to watch her play games, so she just threw this to Zhang Wanbai.

"Baibai, is there anything you want to see?"

Zhang Wanbai shook her head blankly. She usually only read Japanese manga, perhaps watching an episode when she was tired from studying at home. She didn't really watch many movies. A full movie took at least an hour to watch, and for a good student like Zhang Wanbai, wasting time like that on rest was a luxury.

After all, it was still 2013, and there were no AI marketing accounts for watching movies in three minutes starting with "Look, this man's name is Xiaoshuai".

"Squad leader, ask someone else."

Qin Zhixin lay down again. She was not very interested in the movie.

Liu Qinxiong was about to ask what kind of movie she wanted to watch when Chu Keke walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder without hesitation. Liu Qinxiong turned around and saw Chu Keke's pale, horse-like face. He had just been immersed in admiring Qin Zhixin's languid beauty when he was suddenly struck by Chu Keke's "beauty." The huge gap between them made Liu Qinxiong feel as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hey, squad leader, let's watch the recently released 'Four Times' tonight."

"What is that? A variety show?"

Liu Qinxiong asked the question even though he knew the answer. He was a little annoyed by ugly girls.

"It's a movie. Don't you know? It was directed by Guo Xiaosi. It's very popular. All the tickets for this movie in Shanghai are sold out."