A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 14

“What’s wrong…” The glaring looks in Sang Zhancheng’s eyes hadn’t completely retracted yet.

Being stared at by Mu Jiahui with a rare expression of pity, Sang Zhancheng felt a chill run down her back and was suddenly a bit afraid.

She forcibly pulled back her bulging, glaring eyes, restored her innocent and harmless appearance, and even shrunk her neck slightly.

Fortunately, Mu Jiahui was nearsighted and couldn’t see Sang Zhancheng’s expression clearly, allowing her to escape a disaster.

“Do you have a computer and a printer at home?” Mu Jiahui decided to first gauge Sang Zhancheng’s foundation.

A score of two hundred points could mean different things; if she were biased toward a specific subject, the plan would have to change.

Though Mu Jiahui’s intuition told her that Sang Zhancheng was likely the type to score low across every single subject.

“I do. Mu-Mu, do you need to use them?” Probably because there was no need to go out, Sang Zhancheng’s tail hadn’t been tucked away yet.

The title “slacking succubus” was well-deserved; she even slacked off on things like this.

“Sorry for the trouble.” Mu Jiahui followed Sang Zhancheng into the study.

“It’s no trouble at all~ This will be your home too in the future, why be so polite with me?” Sang Zhancheng skipped along and opened the study door.

It’s better to be a bit thick-skinned; that way, she can withstand the pressure of repeating the third year of high school, Mu Jiahui thought as she noticed Sang Zhancheng’s cabinet full of books.

This immediately caught Mu Jiahui’s attention.

Could it be that Sang Zhancheng actually read books and just didn’t know how to take exams?

The next second, a book title caught her eye, shattering Mu Jiahui’s illusion.

Fifteen Ways to Secure Your Significant Other.

The book to its left was called The Encyclopedia of Flirting, and the one to its right was titled Five Essential Skills for Dating.

Looking up, there were books related to makeup and fashion; looking down, there were cooking and gaming categories.

What a completely unprofessional bookshelf.

Mu Jiahui resisted the urge to replace the entire cabinet with scientific books and turned her head away with difficulty.

She really couldn’t stand someone wasting a bookshelf like that! Especially such an expensive sandalwood bookshelf! It was simply a waste of a precious resource!

Thanks to various “transmigrators,” the structure of computers and printers was not much different from Mu Jiahui’s original world, and even the input methods looked similar.

“What year is it this year?”

“Year 6723. What are you looking for?”

Sang Zhancheng didn’t realize at all that her pile of unread books had been seen clearly by Mu Jiahui. She leaned in behind Mu Jiahui, watching her skillfully enter the search bar.

“Looking for questions.” With that one sentence, Mu Jiahui scared Sang Zhancheng so much that she practically bounced away.

She had thought Mu Jiahui wanted to play computer games!

How could this person think about studying anytime and anywhere!

Mu Jiahui did a casual search, found the college entrance exam questions from the year 6722, downloaded them, and printed them.

She turned around and saw Sang Zhancheng standing like a punished student not far away.

“? Why are you standing so far away? The questions won’t eat you. Once the printing is done, do these questions. I’m going out for a bit.”

The devil was approaching! Sang Zhancheng pressed backward, her body tightly against the wall.

This time, Mu Jiahui clearly saw that tail pass through the wall surface, as if it had poked a hole through the wall to stretch across.

Mu Jiahui froze on the spot for a second.

What kind of magical operation was this? It surely violated the laws of physics!

Thinking carefully, Sang Zhancheng’s clothes didn’t have holes left for the tail and wings either; she didn’t know how they managed to come out.

“Woo…” Sang Zhancheng thought she could temporarily escape today.

She didn’t expect she would still have to do questions. “Where are you going?”

Mu Jiahui recovered from her shock, forcibly ignoring Sang Zhancheng’s strange tail.

“To buy materials and a cell phone. Can I borrow your phone and keys for a while later?”

“I can… but why can’t I go with you!” Hearing that she could go out, Sang Zhancheng slid down from the wall and suddenly found her strength. She rushed to Mu Jiahui, grabbed her sleeve, and began to act spoiled.

“Take me with you, okay?”

“I’ll need to replenish magic power in over an hour. You see, you won’t finish wandering around in two hours anyway, and I want to go too…”

As she spoke, Sang Zhancheng even used her meager magic to activate a “cute filter,” trying to make the Great Demon King soften her heart.

The Great Demon King indifferently pulled her hand away, tugging her sleeve out of Sang Zhancheng’s grasp.

“If it’s not far, half an hour is enough. There’s only so much time in a year; you have to seize every moment to study.”

The loneliness of being pushed away by her partner was, at this moment, suppressed by the shock brought by Mu Jiahui’s words, which were completely devoid of succubus-friendly sentiment.

“There’s no need to be this rushed, right?” Test papers flew out of the printer one by one. Sang Zhancheng looked at the black-inked white pages piling up, as if she were seeing her own suffering.

“No. You have a huge volume of questions; you definitely won’t finish them in a day. If you don’t do them today, your progress will be delayed by a day. You are already a month slower than those who decided to repeat the year right after the exam. If you delay any further, it will be too late.”

Mu Jiahui completely extinguished Sang Zhancheng’s desire to play.

Sang Zhancheng obediently handed over her phone and keys. She watched Mu Jiahui leave the house, then took a pen and a stack of papers with a tearless grief, sat in the study, and began to write.

As she wrote, she thought: How did I end up on Mu Jiahui’s “pirate ship”?

The most critical part was that she didn’t seem to dare to refute Mu Jiahui’s words.

Mu Jiahui was smarter and more capable than her; her words must be right.

Sang Zhancheng wrote her name and began to carefully fill in her student ID number with a 2B pencil.

She filled every box, coloring them very dark and solid, and used magic to leave her code in the blank space on the side.

After doing this, ten minutes had passed. Only then did she realize that the first paper she picked up was a mathematics exam.

Sang Zhancheng swallowed hard. Looking at the numbers and formulas on the test paper, she began to feel dizzy.

After looking for a couple more seconds, she even felt a bit sleepy.

Those numbers now transformed into hypnotic notes, singing a melodious and tranquil tune in her ear.

Sang Zhancheng’s head nodded bit by bit; her eyelids were already starting to fight.

She had slept for less than four hours, and she was holding mathematics—her weakest subject. Naturally, her head dropped, and she fell asleep slumped on the table.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and Sang Zhancheng woke up with a start from her dream.

What had she just been doing!

She should be doing the questions right now. How long had she been asleep!

Sang Zhancheng jerked her head up, her eyelids still drooping tiredly.

So, she spent two minutes finding some transparent tape, taped her eyelids up to keep her eyes wide open, and began to read the questions.

“Assume the universal set U = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5}…”

What is a universal set? Sang Zhancheng discovered that she couldn’t understand a single word; she only recognized the numbers.

This ‘2’ looks a lot like a duck. ‘3’ looks very much like a pouting mouth.

Holding the pencil in her hand, Sang Zhancheng couldn’t help but start doodling on the side of the test paper.

She drew a few strokes before realizing something was wrong. She hurriedly erased the doodles, leaving a faint mark behind.

She hoped Mu Jiahui wouldn’t notice.

This can’t go on, Sang Zhancheng realized a problem.

What little high school knowledge she had was all returned to her teachers right after the exam. The only difference between her and an illiterate person now was that she recognized characters.

She had to find a way.

Sang Zhancheng saw the things carved on the end of her pencil.

The pencil had a hexagonal prism structure, and Sang Zhancheng had carved characters on each face.

From A to D, and the remaining two were carved with ‘1’ and the ‘square root of two.’

Sang Zhancheng began to spin the pencil.

In less than a minute, she finished all 14 multiple-choice questions and even spent a bit of time writing the four fill-in-the-blank questions.

It was at this very moment that Mu Jiahui opened the front door.