After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"Hey! Am I not pretty? Why are you skipping me? You're targeting me!"

"You're so stupid and you deserve a beating. You're not the same type as your sister and your mother. You're just a brat. Even if you're pretty, you still deserve a beating."

"Hiss, you curse again!"

Qin Zhifeng braked suddenly and Qin Zhixin almost bumped into the back of the chair in front of her.

"Get off the bus. Deji Plaza is too crowded. Let's walk there."

Chapter 147: Arty

Qin Zhifeng took Qin Zhixin directly to Deji Plaza Phase II, which opened last year and has more brands than Phase I. Anyway, Phase I and Phase II are connected by a sky bridge, so you can go shopping anytime you want.

The mall's floor is paved with small marble blocks. As soon as you enter, it's packed with people. The floor isn't particularly clean; the marble slabs are foggy and the seams are a bit dark. Deji Plaza is different from other luxury malls in that it's connected to a subway station, so many tourists visit even if they don't buy anything, resulting in a particularly busy shopping experience.

As the brother and sister entered the shopping mall through the double-glazed doors, the first thing they saw was a Donkey Kong and a Dior store. Opposite was an unfamiliar gold shop with a line of customers in front of it.

Qin Zhixin had no interest in the small leather bags used by women. In her opinion, these bags were no different from copied and pasted ones, purely used to exploit the middle class. She followed Qin Zhifeng and looked around, not knowing whether he was looking at people or at other stores.

Qin Zhifeng didn't know what to buy, so he just took Qin Zhixin for a stroll.

He had money in his pocket but not that much. He could spend some of the hundreds of thousands of dollars here, but he didn't dare to go into at least 30% of the stores in this mall.

He had been to Deji Mall a few times before, but the only time he'd made a purchase was to buy a Dupont steel lighter. That little gadget, which cost no more than fifty yuan, had cost over three thousand yuan, including tax. Qin Zhifeng regretted the purchase; it wasn't windproof and scratched easily. Later, someone stole it while he was discussing business at a karaoke bar.

Qin Zhixin had memories of her "previous life". It was common for her to spend money in places like this in her "previous life", but this was the first time she spent money here in this life.

The little girl was naturally curious, wanting to see everything, even the restrooms in the mall. Qin Zhifeng held her back, afraid she'd disappear without a trace. They took the escalator up and around the corner saw the Montblanc store. There were some items on display in the outermost glass display case.

Qin Zhifeng took a look at the pens and watches in the display cabinet. The cheapest pens were over 3,000 yuan, and the mechanical watches were around 10,000 yuan. He simply pulled Qin Zhixin in.

The shop floor was a dark stained wood, possibly walnut, but the quality was average, and it creaked slightly when stepped on. Wood floors typically creak after a while, but Deji Plaza Phase II had only been open for a little over a year, so that meant the quality was average. This, however, made Qin Zhifeng feel a little more at ease. He walked inside and headed straight for the pen display case, with Qin Zhixin following closely.

As soon as the brother and sister entered the door, the teller's eyes lit up. When he saw Qin Zhifeng heading straight to the pen counter, he quickly walked behind the counter and prepared.

Montblanc's pens are the most famous. Qin Zhifeng looked through the glass and saw pens of different colors and made of exquisite materials placed on the counter. The spotlights in the counter made the nibs of the pens sparkle.

"Qin Zhixin."

Qin Zhifeng suddenly called out, calling Qin Zhixin, who was still looking around, back to her senses.

"What are you doing?"

"What color do you prefer?"

"No, don't give me that. It's the 21st century, who still uses fountain pens? Pens are consumables. They're too expensive for me to use."

Qin Zhixin smiled hesitantly. She had just noticed the price tag outside. A bottle of ink here costs 799. She thought that her handwriting was not worth using a pen that costs thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.

"You are like wild boars who can't eat fine bran."

Qin Zhifeng turned his head and looked at Qin Zhixin who was busy, and said something with contempt.

"Tsk~~ If you want to buy it, buy it. Don't buy it for me. Why don't you buy it for my sister? She might like it."

Qin Zhixin leaned forward to look at the pen. The teller was about to greet Qin Zhifeng when he saw that Qin Zhixin's tongue was beginning to become tied.

"Mr., Mrs., Mrs...."

"Don't tell me I have no money. Go talk to him."

Qin Zhixin pointed at Qin Zhifeng, who was still looking at the pens. The teller's forehead was sweating, and he stammered for a long time, unable to speak a complete sentence. Qin Zhifeng saw that he was also not interested, so he waved his hand to indicate that he could just look at it. He turned around, pulled Qin Zhixin over, and pointed at the pens on the counter.

"Come on, choose one according to your aesthetic standards."

"You choose. You play with women more often."

The teller started coughing violently, his face turning the color of liver.

"I'm not serious about love. What do you think is the most beautiful? Come on."

Qin Zhixin looked at it with drooping eyelids. She was really not interested in pens, but Montblanc pens were really beautifully made. She looked at it for a while and pointed to a blue and gold pen on the counter. There were many fly-like patterns on the pen barrel.

"Brother, look at that blue one, isn't there a fly painted on the pen?"

The teller boy had just calmed down, but when he heard Qin Zhixin talking, he started coughing again.

"No, ma'am, this is one of our Naboo series pens."

"Napoleon, I suppose."

"Yes, yes, it's Napoleon, the Emperor of France!"

Qin Zhixin frowned. Listening to the teller's stuttering accent, she felt that the word "Nabolun" had no class at all.

"How do you paint a fly on the pen?"

"Ma'am, that's not a fly! It's the royal emblem of the Franco-French Empire."

The teller quickly put on gloves and took the pen "co-branded" with the French emperor from the counter. This was related to his professional field, and the guy gradually recovered.

"This is a meticulously designed piece by Montblanc. Look at this, sir and madam. The eagle relief, laurel, and crown on the cap symbolize Napoleon's monopoly on imperial power. The letter N on the clip is Napoleon's initials, a declaration of French sovereignty. The ruby ​​inlaid here is the precious ring his queen, Josephine, wore at her coronation."

Qin Zhixin thought of something and spoke with a wicked smile.

"Hiss, then why is the pen barrel blue?"

The cashier recited the prepared manuscript carefully. "Because in existing oil paintings, Napoleon is mostly depicted in his blue uniform."

"Since the ruby ​​is from Josephine's ring, shouldn't the pen be green?"

"what?"

Qin Zhixin's smile was truly slapping. "The green symbolizes the cuckolds Josephine gave Napoleon."

The teller held up his pen awkwardly. He wanted to continue explaining the design of the watch related to Napoleon, but after hearing what Qin Zhixin said, he suddenly lost interest in continuing. Qin Zhifeng gave Qin Zhixin a slap on the head and spoke to the teller.

"Don't pay attention to her. The thing is, I want to give a gift to a girl. She likes reading, and she should have a good aesthetic. The pen shouldn't be too fancy. This Napoleon is too ostentatious."

"Sir, do you mean to pick a pen that's more suitable for daily use? Then I highly recommend the Meisterstuck 146, this one."

The teller swiftly took out a black pen. Just as Qin Zhifeng was about to take it, Qin Zhixin started screaming again.

"These aren't even co-signed. Look at the pen on the counter. It's all people's names, and they're all dead people. Look at this brand! It's just like a funeral home! If it's not co-signed by a dead person, it's not a good pen."

The teller opened his mouth, but no words came out after opening and closing it several times in vain. He didn't know how to refute Qin Zhixin's statement.

Qin Zhifeng took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to teach Qin Zhixin a lesson on the spot, and forced a smile at the teller.

"Brother, recommend a collaboration with a dead person, don't make it look too ostentatious."

The teller also forced a smile.

"Then I recommend the Great Writers series and the Muse series. This is our 2013 Great Writer of the Year, Honoré de Balzac. As for the Muse, I recommend Marilyn Monroe."

The teller, his forehead beaded with sweat, pulled out a black and gold pen and a white pen with a rose gold handle. He started to introduce them, but when he remembered Qin Zhixin's comments, he tactfully kept his mouth shut. Qin Zhifeng studied her closely, and seeing that Qin Zhixin was like a turtle sticking its head out, not knowing where to look, he reached out and hooked his arm around her neck.

"Choose quickly! Choose carefully for your sister, don't be naughty."

"White! White! This is obviously used by a little girl. And this pen can be disassembled. It can be turned into corpse parts like Marilyn Monroe."

The teller's face turned pale. "Marilyn Monroe died from taking sleeping pills. It wasn't her who was reduced to pieces."

"Ah? He's dead anyway, so he'll have to be cut into pieces for an autopsy."

Qin Zhifeng let go of Qin Zhixin and smiled apologetically at the teller.

"I bought the black one. This is for the great writer, right?"

"Yes, yes! You have a good eye, sir. The Writers' Edition series has always been our flagship product, and it has been widely acclaimed since the Hemingway collection in 1992."

The teller secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went to the warehouse at the back to find an unopened copy of Balzac.

Qin Zhifeng started looking at Montblanc watches again. Compared with its pens, Montblanc watches are not very outstanding. Most of the watches still use ETA's universal movement, which is just a shell. But to put it bluntly, this brand itself has gold content. Even if its watches are perfunctory, at least the grade is higher than the second-class watch goalkeepers like Longines.

Qin Zhifeng looked at the watches on the counter. At least Montblanc did not have the habit of associating its name with the dead on its watches. Seeing the teller coming out with the packaged pens, he waved at him and pointed to the smallest ladies' watch on the counter.

"Hello, I need to take a look at this."

"This is our Baoxi series watch, sir, are you sure you want to see this?"

Qin Zhixin came closer again, and the teller looked wary. When they first met, he was amazed at how beautiful this girl was, but after a short time together, he realized that Qin Zhixin's biggest problem was her mouth.

Qin Zhifeng held up his watch. It was only 30mm in diameter, but because it used a universal movement, the thickness couldn't be reduced, so it was still nine millimeters thick, though not particularly heavy. The dial was a guilloché radiating pattern, with a hollowed-out center for the day/night indicator. The 12, 3, and 9 hour hands held numerals, the 6 hour hand held the date, and the remaining hour hands were set with rose gold studs and diamonds.

"This is it. The dial is clean. If you have a spare strap, I'll give you two."

Qin Zhixin was shocked when she saw the bill.

"Turtle, this watch is already worth less than 30,000 yuan, plus the pen is worth 7,000 yuan, so the total is 35,000 yuan."

"This is already cheap. I can't afford the expensive ones."

Chapter 148: Very Different

After the National Day holiday, boarding students have to return to school earlier than day students.

After the seven-day National Day holiday, everyone returned to school with endless things to talk about, and the dormitory area was bustling with activity. Qiao Hua arrived early, the first one to arrive in dormitory 313.

After spreading out the washed and dried bedding, he began memorizing English words right on the bed. Qiao Hua felt that his high school vocabulary was far too limited, not enough. Earlier, when he was sitting behind Qin Zhixin, she had mentioned that the English novels she read required a vocabulary level at least equivalent to CET-6, so Qiao Hua decided to push himself harder.

Having a goal gives you motivation, even if the goal is stupid and unrealistic.

After experiencing the painful blow of the monthly exam, he actually studied for seven days during this National Day holiday.

On the evening of the holiday, Qiao Hua saw the text message sent by the Teaching and Research Office.

He read the text message over and over again. He felt that every word was so precious and so true. It really touched his heart!

Diligence breeds excellence, while idleness breeds failure. Learning is like rowing against the current. Qiao Hua believed that the message had pinpointed his problem. He must have failed his monthly exam because he hadn't done his homework properly during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. Otherwise, why would the teacher be so focused on homework reminders during the holiday?

As long as I do my homework well, I should do well on the next exam, right?

Qiao Hua pondered this, but he didn't dare delve further. After the blow of a low score, the message from "school" had become his most immediate lifeline.

He attributed all his problems to the fact that he had not done his holiday homework properly.

The reasons for failing the exam were no longer numerous, but only one. But as for the holiday homework that no one looked at, was it actually the reason for Qiao Hua's failure?

Qiao Hua didn't dare to ask himself.

may be?

Probably?

Qiao Hua didn't know, but he felt that this must be the case, and it must be the case.

On the first night of the National Day holiday, Qiao Hua read the text messages sent by the system over and over again, with a mixture of crying and laughing on his face. He didn't know what he saw, but it didn't look like anything serious.

Qiao Hua secretly swore inwardly, no matter what, he had to do better than Qin Zhixin. He was risking his future and his dignity as a man! Otherwise, how could he be qualified to tutor her? He liked Qin Zhixin, but in his heart, he assumed that she was just a "vase." As everyone knows, a vase is hollow: it's beautiful but shouldn't have any substance. Therefore, Qin Zhixin absolutely couldn't possibly do better than him.

Qiao Hua vowed that in a month's time, he would be no less than a nobody! He would definitely make a splash in the midterm exams, and then his name would appear in the text messages sent by the Nanshi Higher Education Research Office to every student's parent.

By then, Qin Zhixin will definitely look at him with admiration.

At that time, Qin Zhixin would walk to her desk with an averted gaze. She would be wearing that beige sweatshirt, and the seductive fragrance on her body would appear and disappear as she walked forward.

Her fair face would blush with embarrassment for her own abruptness, and she would bend down to take out the wrong questions she had prepared. Her eye-catching fat breasts would sway slightly in front of his eyes, and her almond-shaped eyes, full of autumn water, would sparkle with expectation and admiration.

The thought of this made Qiao Hua's blood boil. He was so excited that tears and snot came out. He ate a bowl of noodles for dinner and started working on his homework. On the first night of the holiday, he wrote furiously until after 3:00 in the morning. He kept up the same attitude every day after that, studying until he died. He finished all the homework in two days.

He didn't idle away the rest of his time. He found a bunch of teaching aids and studied intensively every day.

While Qin Zhixin was blowing up people's ancestral graves, roasting hedgehogs, and stealing corn, Qiao Hua was studying and, by the way, imagining Qin Zhixin's affectionate look towards him.

When Qin Zhixin mocked Yang Qichao's broken leg online, Qiao Hua was studying and imagining Qin Zhixin smiling sweetly at him.

When Qin Zhixin said in the Montblanc store that the counter looked like a mourning hall, Qiao Hua was still studying, and by the way, he imagined that Qin Zhixin was deeply in love with him.

Of course, studying so hard comes at a price. During the holiday, Qiao Hua's face broke out in a flurry of acne, appearing swollen. Shortly after arriving at the dorm, Fang Bixian, Zhou Dahong, and Ma Lisheng arrived, all chatting and laughing. Ma Lisheng saw the door open and spotted Qiao Hua sitting cross-legged on the bed memorizing vocabulary. He was so impatient that he went up and snatched the book from his hand.

"Holy crap, Huazi, are you sick? Reading on the first day of school?"

"Go away, you have a fever."

Qiao Hua snatched the vocabulary book back and wanted to continue memorizing, but with so many people in the dormitory, he couldn't concentrate. The three of them made their beds and prepared to go to the classroom to wait. Someone nearby made Qiao Hua unable to concentrate on his book, so he simply accompanied the three of them out the door.

After entering the classroom, Qiao Hua had not memorized a few words when his deskmate Zhao Jiajun came staggering in.

He didn't even acknowledge Qiao Hua's seat; he simply squeezed past him and sat down. Zhao Jiajun had spent a few days in Guangzhou, Guangdong Province, over the National Day holiday, returning to Jiangsu Province just the day before. He'd been quite adventurous during his visit to Guangzhou, spending nearly 20,000 yuan on a string of "bleeding lotus flowers" from a wandering monk in Guangdong Province.

The bracelet was incredibly unique, a deep red in color, each petal displaying six to eight petals like a half-opened lotus flower, giving it a commanding presence. He wore it on his left hand alongside his IWC, even rolling up his sleeves to avoid being seen.

This is actually the seed of a wild pineapple, which can be found everywhere on certain hilltops in Guangdong Province. However, people from other provinces don't know about it. Most people in Guangdong Province probably don't know about it either, especially after it's made into a bracelet, where its appearance and color change, making it even less recognizable. It's precisely because of this that this "bleeding lotus" was once sold at a sky-high price, with ordinary-quality ones costing four to five thousand yuan a string.

In addition to the bracelet, Zhao Jiajun also changed his previously silly Korean-style watermelon-style haircut to a Japanese-style middle-parted style. He felt that Korean hairstyles lacked substance, so this time he had his hair cut by a real Japanese barber who came to Guangdong Province to make a living. It was said that he was the apprentice of the apprentice of a master hairdresser who had been cutting hair there for many years.

This haircut cost him nearly five hundred yuan. Even though Zhao Jiajun was a fool who didn't care about spending money, the price was still enough to make him feel the pain. But when he thought that his haircut was indirectly cut by a Japanese "barber master", he finally let it go.