A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 20

“Don’t, let’s not… Everyone says succubi are a little bit stronger in the liberal arts, and I majored in three liberal arts subjects for the College Entrance Exam. If it really doesn’t work out, even just dropping Physics would be okay.”

Sang Zhancheng still wanted to fight for it.

She couldn’t be blamed; since she was a child, she had heard too much about how succubi were bad at studying and bad at science. Both she and the succubi around her were indeed like that, so she couldn’t help but believe it.

“…How much did you score in your three elective subjects? What about your majors?”

Mu Jiahui reluctantly gave Sang Zhancheng a chance to choose.

It was just a matter of “payment upon delivery.”

“Don’t talk about grades; talking about grades hurts our feelings.” Sang Zhancheng wanted to dodge the bill.

No money but wanting the goods? Mu Jiahui was the first to disagree.

Since the “Little Pudding” had missed the first opportunity, she decided to raise the price.

“If you don’t want to say, that’s fine. Do the papers. Since there’s no estimated score, you’ll do the major-level papers for all six of your secondary subjects.”

Sang Zhancheng was instantly petrified.

How did she manage to dig a hole for herself?!

“How about I just major in the three science subjects?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to do the papers, it was just that she suddenly felt a full science curriculum was quite good—it would let her choose 99.9% of university majors.

“That won’t do. As your tutor… as your partner, I must respect your choice. You have the right to choose your secondary subjects.” Mu Jiahui was determined to deliver the “goods” today.

Sang Zhancheng thought this made a lot of sense.

Her partner was letting her choose freely; wasn’t this a sign of a good partner?

With tears welling in her eyes, Sang Zhancheng picked up her pen and began writing.

Mu Jiahui didn’t stop to wonder why this world also had something called English.

Fortunately, she still remembered the basics of grammar and roots. Her company occasionally dealt with foreign firms, so she hadn’t completely forgotten everything and could still guide Sang Zhancheng.

“What about the listening section?” That’s right; the English exams in this world had listening sections too.

Supposedly there was also an oral exam that one could choose to take or not. Like the magic assessment, it would be added as extra points that certain schools would look at.

“How is your listening?” Mu Jiahui didn’t have the audio files on hand.

However, the teaching materials she bought included this section. Even if Sang Zhancheng was terrible at it, there would be opportunities to practice.

“Actually, my listening and speaking are okay, but I’m not very good at doing the test questions.”

Thanks to the Sang family taking the children on trips every year, and Sang Zhancheng’s “social butterfly” personality, her language skills had been tempered. But as for grammar and such—she was clueless.

“Then skip it. There’s no choice; exam-oriented education requires doing problems.” Mu Jiahui knew that this kind of system often produced “mute English” speakers.

But the College Entrance Exam looked at scores, not language ability.

If one obsessed too much and got a low score, crying fluently in English to the university admissions office wouldn’t help.

Pouting, Sang Zhancheng began the reading comprehension.

As she worked, Mu Jiahui watched her pull out a pencil and start rolling it on the table.

“Leave the ones you don’t know blank. Don’t use ‘random selection’.” Mu Jiahui was quick, snatching away the “random selection pen” that Sang Zhancheng relied on for survival.

“Fine…” The random selection pen that had accompanied her for three whole years and saved her multiple times among four options was snatched away just like that.

She squeezed out two tears to mourn her pencil.

Sang Zhancheng finished the English paper well ahead of time.

She had even finished the essay.

She blinked her bright eyes at Mu Jiahui, her gaze full of a desire for praise.

That was quite fast; surely, she didn’t do it well… Mu Jiahui wouldn’t fall for it again.

She didn’t hold a single shred of expectation for Sang Zhancheng’s English.

She had seen the English papers here; the difficulty and question types varied by region.

The papers in Sang Zhancheng’s region looked almost identical to those in Mu Jiahui’s original world. Even native English speakers wouldn’t necessarily get a high score on them.

After grading, it was actually quite a bit better than imagined.

Excluding the thirty points for listening, the girl got 80 out of 120.

She lost more points on Section II, but her Section I performance was on par with most average students.

“Your English is actually okay. In the 200 points of the exam, do Chinese and English make up the bulk?” Mu Jiahui regretted it a little; she should have saved the dessert for now as a reward.

“Hehe~” The little succu-bus wasn’t ashamed, but rather proud.

“I told you succubi are better at liberal arts.” Even though she hadn’t hit 100 in a single subject.

Mu Jiahui really wanted to refute that statement.

This sentiment was remarkably similar to the “girls are better suited for liberal arts” trope from her original world.

It was only after seeing a liberal arts classmate rank in the top two hundred of the provinces but still fail to get into a school or major as good as a science student ranked three thousandth that Mu Jiahui knew that saying was a fallacy used to suppress women.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” It was just that Mu Jiahui couldn’t think of how to refute it.

Given the current living conditions of succubi, even if she said more, the young girl probably wouldn’t believe her.

She could only tap the succubus’s head to make her stop her verbal self-limitation.

“Everyone says that, don’t hit me~” Sang Zhancheng covered her head, feeling as if a bump was about to be hit out of it.

“You call this hitting?” Mu Jiahui waved the rolled-up paper in her hand.

She hadn’t even used force. Her teachers back then had tapped her like this too, and much harder.

Sang Zhancheng shrank her neck and looked at her with a pout, her gaze quite resentful.

“Go do your problems, hurry up.” Mu Jiahui put away the paper roll.

“I’m hungry.” It was already twelve o’clock; Sang Zhancheng refused to continue.

“Didn’t you just replenish your mana?” Mu Jiahui thought the little succubus was trying to get “intimate” again.

“No, no, it’s lunchtime! Isn’t Mu-Mu hungry?” Sang Zhancheng had eaten the dessert; her body wasn’t hungry, but her “heart” was.

“It’s only… twelve-fifteen. You haven’t even finished one set of exam questions, and you want to eat?” Mu Jiahui looked at Sang Zhancheng with an incredulous expression.

The task wasn’t finished; the previous questions were done so poorly—how did this person have the nerve to throw down her pen and get ready for lunch?

She remembered her own senior year of high school; no one moved even when the bell rang, everyone was self-studying at their desks.

Only when they were truly starving would they munch on a couple of bites of bread.

Who rushes out to eat exactly at mealtime during the most stressful year?

Seeing Mu Jiahui’s expression, Sang Zhancheng was dumbfounded.

“I can’t finish it in one morning!” If she really had to wait until the questions were done to get food, she might as well just faint!

“Do one more set. It’s only an hour’s work. You just had dessert.” The “King of Grinding” Mu Jiahui was online.

She couldn’t understand Sang Zhancheng.

If it were her, even if she didn’t eat or sleep today, she would have to finish the problems, correct the mistakes, and summarize.

Moreover, Sang Zhancheng had just spent half an hour eating and kissing; both mana and physical strength should be fully replenished.

How could there be such a lazy person in this world!

“I don’t want to! I’m hungry! Dessert goes to a different stomach, it doesn’t count. Mu-Mu~ I want to eat lunch. Mom’s food is still there; we just need to heat it up.”

Sang Zhancheng never thought that one day she would need to spend mana to keep her “halo” active just to beg for a lunch.

Who told Mu Jiahui to be her partner? She would just have to spoil her.

“You have two stomachs?” Mu Jiahui’s expression as she looked at Sang Zhancheng became even stranger.

“Pffft! That’s… a figure of speech! I don’t! Only the Cow Tribe has them; they have four!”

She was being misunderstood in such a weird way! Sang Zhancheng was furious, and her tail popped out again.

Mu Jiahui glanced at her tail, seemingly unconvinced. “One set isn’t much.”

“I’m hungry… Mu-Mu~ let me eat. I’ll have the strength to do the questions only after I’m full, otherwise, everything I do will be wrong.”

Though, even if Sang Zhancheng was full, everything she did would still be wrong.

Mu Jiahui pressed the bridge of her glasses, feeling a bit of a headache from the little succubus’s pestering voice.