A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 11

Sang Zhancheng’s sentence, “Do you still want to run away from the marriage?” got stuck in her throat.

What on earth was going on? She couldn’t understand what she was seeing.

Why was this person lifting a fruit basket? Her mother had just brought fruit yesterday, and that basket was very heavy.

Mu Jiahui looked as calm as ever, continuing her daily exercise, and bid Sang Zhancheng a good morning.

“No, what are you doing? Does your… original world not have fruit?”

Sang Zhancheng racked her brain but still couldn’t figure out what her partner’s sister was doing. Could it be that she found these fruits novel and was studying them?

Her partner was truly clever; she had to research everything. Sang Zhancheng decided she would show her off to her older sister in a few days.

“Exercising. Since you’re up, let’s start preparing for the review.”

As she spoke, Mu Jiahui placed the fruit basket on the coffee table and walked toward Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng grew alert and took a step back a second before Mu Jiahui could grab her collar. Consequently, she ended up delivering her collar right into Mu Jiahui’s hand anyway.

“I only got up to use the bathroom! It’s only 6:50!” Sang Zhancheng pulled out her phone to show Mu Jiahui the time.

She dearly missed the sleeping Mu Jiahui right now—the one who couldn’t speak, was well-behaved and cute, and let her do whatever she wanted.

She wasn’t like this one, who was like a demon, grabbing her clothes at the slightest disagreement.

Recalling how she had been carried into the bedroom like this by Mu Jiahui yesterday, Sang Zhancheng felt a bit of psychological trauma. She wriggled a few times, trying to escape the demon’s palms.

“We agreed on seven o’clock. It’s only a ten-minute difference; it’s not a big deal.” Mu Jiahui reluctantly let go.

“No! I didn’t fall asleep until three! Let me linger for ten more minutes!”

Sang Zhancheng ran incredibly fast, tapping into the speed she used to use to grab food in high school. She rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

She had been mistaken; Mu Jiahui was scarier than a demon. Even a demon wouldn’t stop people from sleeping.

Mu Jiahui missed her catch. She tried knocking on the door, only to find it was locked.

She was completely speechless.

How could this person not know how to seize the time? She was clearly already awake.

Also, what time did she go to sleep?

Ten minutes later, when Sang Zhancheng emerged from the room unwillingly, Mu Jiahui was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking at her like she was interrogating a criminal.

Sang Zhancheng’s tail gave a little shiver.

“Speak. What were you doing staying up so late?”

Help! Why did this person suddenly look so much like the “Exterminator Nun” (Abbess Miejue)!

Sang Zhancheng remembered the fear of being controlled by her class teacher in those years and almost burst into tears. She forcibly held back the tears.

She knew that this trick was useless against the “Exterminator Nun.”

Back in high school, she had been scolded to tears by her teacher. She thought the teacher would soften her heart and show some pity, but the teacher simply left her alone in the office and let her cry for two whole class periods.

But Mu Jiahui was her partner. Sang Zhancheng squeezed out a few more tears.

“Wooo…”

“Crying is useless.” Mu Jiahui’s figure gradually overlapped with that of her old teacher.

Sang Zhancheng was scared into alertness. She immediately straightened her back and accepted “Director Mu’s” criticism.

“I… I just couldn’t sleep. I haven’t slept that early before… I was making up stories by myself.”

This kid was actually quite honest.

Mu Jiahui’s anger dissipated slightly. “A schedule can be adjusted. Were you unable to sleep, or were you just not sleepy?”

“Not sleepy…” Heavens, her happy life of sleeping late and waking up late was gone just like that.

Mu Jiahui nodded, a plan forming in her mind.

Breakfast was the “bento of love” Sang’s mother had brought over the previous night. Fu Yaoqin had thoughtfully prepared a portion for Sang Zhancheng’s partner as well.

“My mom prepared this for you~ Her cooking is super good. Our whole family loves her dishes the most. I want to learn from her too!” Sang Zhancheng heated it up for Mu Jiahui as she spoke.

“I’ll eat bread.” There were supplies distributed to transmigrators, and Mu Jiahui didn’t want to waste them.

Furthermore, her breakfast was always simple—either a bun or bread, the kind she could eat on the way. Buns had become less popular than bread for Mu Jiahui in recent years because they were often too hot.

“But if you don’t eat it, it will go bad. I can’t finish it all.”

Mu Jiahui immediately put down the bread in her hand.

The lunchbox for Sang Zhancheng was noticeably smaller. Mu Jiahui asked about it.

“I can’t finish a large portion. I need to lose weight, so I can’t eat that much.”

Sang Zhancheng looked like she didn’t really want to explain. Wasn’t this kind of thing obvious?

“You aren’t fat?” Mu Jiahui could lift her with one hand; how heavy could this little pudding be?

“It’s just that my face isn’t fat. The meat is all on my body,” the little succubus, who weighed less than a hundred pounds, insisted.

The “straight” girl didn’t understand. She couldn’t strip Sang Zhancheng’s clothes off to verify it, but her intuition told her those words weren’t right.

The bento was very rich, and most of the dishes indeed tasted great.

However, there were a few ingredients Mu Jiahui couldn’t recognize, and they tasted very strange. While she ate with a “mask of pain” on her face, Sang Zhancheng was clearly enjoying herself. Her little wings, which usually didn’t move, were fluttering lightly.

It turned out that the taste of food in this world varied for different races. Mu Jiahui silently took note of this.

Mu Jiahui spent ten minutes finishing her bento. Sang Zhancheng had only taken two bites.

Mu Jiahui asked Sang Zhancheng for her phone to start researching the technological level of this world, while Sang Zhancheng was still chewing the food in her mouth.

After Mu Jiahui finished researching the phone—which wasn’t much different from the one in her original world—she asked Sang Zhancheng if she had kept her high school textbooks. Sang Zhancheng’s food looked as if it hadn’t been touched at all.

“Sang Zhancheng, young lady, ancestor… please eat a bit faster. It’s been almost half an hour.”

Mu Jiahui couldn’t take it anymore; she almost wanted to pick up a spoon and feed Sang Zhancheng herself.

“Chewing slowly is the only way not to get fat. Besides, for delicious food, if you eat too fast, isn’t that… what’s that idiom? Like the taste of wax?” Sang Zhancheng argued plausibly.

She wasn’t intentionally delaying her studies; it was just that as soon as she thought about having to start studying once she finished eating, her mouth movements slowed down.

“It’s ‘tasting like chewing wax’ (wei tong jue la). By the way, you’ve interpreted it too literally. That phrase is used for reading books.”

“What is ‘interpreting from the text’ (wang wen sheng yi)? If I look at the text, can I produce clothes (sheng yi)?”

Mu Jiahui was stunned.

True. Although she didn’t know what the full score for the college entrance exam was here, for someone who could only score in the 200s, this level of language proficiency was normal.

She had to have confidence.

The daughter of one of her colleagues had a level of 300 points, but after following her for half a year, didn’t she end up scoring 690 on the exam? Although the questions that year weren’t particularly difficult, it was enough to get into a very, very good university.

“It means interpreting a word based on its literal surface meaning. So, do you have high school textbooks?”

Mu Jiahui needed to research which subjects were included in the college entrance exams of this world.

“…I threw them away.” Sang Zhancheng turned her face away, looking like someone who had done something wrong.

Her words didn’t choke Mu Jiahui, but her attitude—thinking she was in the wrong over every little thing—did.

“That’s normal. Don’t be so scared. After I finished my exams, I… well, I sold all my teaching materials.” And her notes; she had made a small profit from them.

Her partner’s sister actually comforted her! She really is a good person!

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes lit up, and the look she gave Mu Jiahui carried a hint of admiration.

“Mumu, you’re so good to me~ Why don’t we go to the bookstore? To buy textbooks.” As long as she wasn’t studying, anything was fine.

This counts as being good to her?

Mu Jiahui’s brow furrowed slightly, and the helplessness in her eyes vanished in an instant.

“Don’t. Ask your classmates to see if any of them haven’t thrown theirs away.”

“Okay, but buying books is very convenient now.”

Sang Zhancheng was still eating. The food was getting cold, so she prepared to take it to be reheated.

“To save money.” Mu Jiahui had a secret she couldn’t tell anyone: she was a miser.