A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 13

After hearing the demon’s whisper, Sang Zhancheng successfully transformed into a salted fish that had lost its light, paralyzing right on the spot.

Her tail and wings twitched from time to time; it seemed she hadn’t completely given up on struggling yet.

“Wait, that’s not right.” Sang Zhancheng’s brain was working for once. In order to play, she was truly giving it her all.

“I don’t know the first thing about reviewing. Even if the textbooks are in my hands, I’ll only end up drawing flowers in the margins.” Sang Zhancheng bounced up and stared at Mu Jiahui.

“I will formulate a plan for you, and I will tutor your revision.”

Mu Jiahui patted Sang Zhancheng on the head. “With your score of just over two hundred, even if I let you review for a year on your own, you’d only score three hundred at most.”

“That’s true.” To a normal person, those words would sound malicious, yet Sang Zhancheng found them very reasonable.

There was no helping it; who told succubi to be born without relying on their brains to eat? What use did she have for being smart? It was enough that she had her beauty.

“But it will take time for you to make a plan, won’t it? Can’t I go out and play in the meantime?” Sang Zhancheng blinked her eyes vigorously at Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui rejected her request with utter indifference. “Keep dreaming. The plan only takes half an hour; your playing takes a whole day.”

Sang Zhancheng suffered a critical hit from that single sentence and fell to the floor, unable to get up.

Neither slow nor fast, Mu Li delivered the textbooks two minutes later.

Sang Zhancheng took off like a spring, rushing toward the door so fast that even Mu Jiahui couldn’t catch her.

“Chengzi, why did you suddenly think of needing textbooks? Are you coming out to play later?”

Mu Li exchanged a few pleasantries with Sang Zhancheng, her eyes unconsciously glancing behind her. Before she could see the mysterious “super-great partner,” she saw Sang Zhancheng’s tail.

This time, there were wings too.

Mu Li instantly covered her eyes.

“Zhancheng, your ta—tail is out again!”

She only hoped she wasn’t interrupting some kind of “interest” between the newlywed wives.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t even have time to brighten her eyes and agree to Mu Li’s request.

Just as Mu Jiahui saw through her thoughts and tried to pull her back into the room, Sang Zhancheng suddenly let out a scream and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Mu Li’s face was still flushed.

Luckily the door was closed; otherwise, if Sang Zhancheng’s partner decided to pursue the matter, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself.

She composed a message for Sang Zhancheng and fled the scene of trouble.

Inside, Sang Zhancheng hurriedly grabbed her tail and wrapped it around her waist.

She began chasing her tail in circles, looking exactly like a small cat that had been slapped by its own tail and was now desperately trying to bite it in a fit of pique.

In her haste, the succubus’s little wings flapped incessantly, and the peach-heart at the tip of her tail kept changing colors, blurring Mu Jiahui’s vision.

Mu Jiahui reached out and pressed down on the spinning top before her eyes.

“What’s wrong? That was your classmate, right? Is it okay to slam the door like that?” As Mu Jiahui spoke, she reached out again, wanting to catch Sang Zhancheng’s tail.

“It’s fine, she’ll understand. A succubus’s tail cannot be seen by her.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the previously panicked Miss Succubus changed her expression in a second.

She became coy; with a wag of her tail, she moved out of Mu Jiahui’s reach.

Her entire being exuded an aura of “feigning refusal while inviting approach.” Her purple eyes were misty and full of affection, and with a blink, she sent out a certain unspeakable sentiment.

Although the wings and tail were “private organs” for a succubus, Mu Jiahui was her partner, so the situation was naturally different.

The fact that her partner wanted to play with her tail meant she was becoming interested in her—this was a good thing!

Sang Zhancheng’s tricks were devoid of technique and quite clumsy.

However, as a “straight-as-steel” woman, Mu Jiahui didn’t notice a thing. She successfully blocked all the ambiguous attacks within her blurry, near-sighted field of vision.

“Give me the books. I’m going to make the plan.”

Mu Jiahui took the small cloth bag from Sang Zhancheng’s hands and herded the stunned girl back into the living room.

Sang Zhancheng was so angry she glared at Mu Jiahui intensely from the sofa, silently cursing her to trip over her own feet tonight and fall onto her bed.

Mu Jiahui was already focused on researching the materials and didn’t notice at all that the little succubus was attacking her with glares like an elementary schooler.

Left with no other choice, Sang Zhancheng tearfully took out her phone for entertainment to alleviate the sorrow in her heart.

Then, she saw Mu Li’s message.

I’m leaving now. I didn’t mean to see your tail, remember to explain it to your partner!

Sang Zhancheng whimpered as she typed, beginning to vent her frustrations about her partner to Mu Li.

I know, don’t talk about it. She is so annoying, annoying, annoying! She’s a big villain, a big devil!

Mu Li replied with a question mark.

She’s forcing me to repeat a grade, and she has no interest in me! Is she even human?!

Mu Li was shocked when she saw the words “repeat a grade,” and seeing “no interest” caused even greater waves in her heart.

This human is really something. She can actually force a succubus to study and resist a succubus’s seduction—she is truly the light of humanity!

Within five minutes, the entire class knew that Sang Zhancheng was going to repeat her senior year to take the college entrance exam next year.

“Brother, let me tell you a joke.” After seeing the news, Han Ruizhe put his arm around his companion’s shoulder.

“That succubus chick in our class says she’s going to repeat a year.”

His companion was startled for a second. “A succubus? Repeating? She wouldn’t get into college even if she repeated for a year, right?”

Han Ruizhe sneered. “I think so too. Succubi aren’t naturally suited for studying; it’s simply beyond her abilities. But her family is rich, so they can probably afford her messing around.”

“Sigh, don’t compare us to that kind of rich second-generation. You’re the impressive one, Brother Han. To score 630 on the post-reform 900-point exam—first in the class. You really are our big boss.”

His companion dragged him into a karaoke bar run by succubi to begin a new round of revelry.

Sang Zhancheng had no idea that most of her classmates shared the same view as Han Ruizhe. At the moment, she was busy ranting about Mu Jiahui to Mu Li and the others.

Beside her, Mu Jiahui was focused on flipping through the textbooks.

According to Sang Zhancheng’s notes, after the “All-Races Party” took office, they had implemented a wave of reforms on the college entrance exam (Gaokao).

The distinction between major and minor subjects was very similar to Mu Jiahui’s original world: the majors were Language, Math, Foreign Language, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Politics, History, and Geography; the minors were Music, PE, and Art.

Originally, the nine majors were 100 points each, and the three minors were converted to 50 points. For races with magic, there was an additional 50-point magic assessment, which was only for the reference of certain magic academies, making the total score over 1000.

After the reform, it changed to three main subjects—Language, Math, and Foreign Language at 150 points each. Three of the six small majors are chosen as electives 100 points each, and the other three are taken as supplementary subjects converted to 150 points total, 50 points each. The minor subjects and the magic portion remained unchanged.

In other words, out of a 950-point maximum score, Sang Zhancheng had “achieved” 200 points.

Mu Jiahui pinched the bridge of her nose. This was the first time she had encountered such a difficult student.

No matter how bad her colleague’s daughter was, she had still scored nearly half the points on a 750-point exam and had properly passed middle school with a foundation.

But Sang Zhancheng had just drifted through twelve years of compulsory education into high school with zero foundation. To end up with 200 points was actually a bit of an achievement for her.

Mu Jiahui felt that she might also need elementary and middle school textbooks.

She locked eyes with Sang Zhancheng, who was currently glaring at her. For the first time, her gaze carried a hint of pity and guilt.