A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 27

Sang Zhancheng also saw Mu Jiahui’s expression, and only then did she realize that her phone screen wasn’t locked.

As an adult succubus, she didn’t think there was anything wrong with watching such things, but the timing was all wrong!

She had been studying just now; how could she let herself be caught watching this!

Even as a succubus, she knew how to feel ashamed!

For instance, right now, the thick-skinned succubus’s face was flushed crimson.

Sang Zhancheng only wanted to snatch her phone back and make up for her mistake.

She jumped up, but unexpectedly, Mu Jiahui raised her hand, preventing her from grabbing it.

In the frantic scramble, Mu Jiahui accidentally hit the play button on the video. Strange, ambiguous, breathless sounds drifted from the phone.

The air seemed to freeze for an instant.

The volume from the phone suddenly increased, filling the entire space.

“…Mumu, that’s not—it’s not what you think…” The sound came at the worst possible time. The little succubus, whose head was full of “scrap material,” tried to defend herself.

Her tail was twisted into a frantic shape, tied into a bow and tangled together, looking incredibly conflicted.

Mu Jiahui’s action of raising her hand had been purely reflexive.

Once she snapped out of the shock of those sounds and realized the “Little Pudding” was jumping up and down in front of her trying to grab the phone, Mu Jiahui was also stunned.

What had she done? How did she end up clicking play! She needed to give the phone back to the kid immediately so she could lock the screen!

“Then what is it? You weren’t watching… this kind of thing while you were supposed to be studying?”

Mu Jiahui regained her composure. While questioning Sang Zhancheng—trying to drown out the life-threatening sounds of panting coming from the phone—she honestly returned the device to her.

Sang Zhancheng turned off the sound, exited the webpage, deleted her browsing history, and locked the screen in one smooth motion.

The world went quiet, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

“I…” She didn’t have a single excuse.

“You might not believe me if I told you.” Recalling her bizarre learning experience, Sang Zhancheng felt she couldn’t be blamed.

It was all the brain’s fault; it was too good at wandering.

“The phone started it first?” Mu Jiahui stood to the side, rubbing her brow to soothe the demonic echoes in her mind.

She had heard that excuse before. The last time she heard it was… well, last time, no, it was when she was looking after a colleague’s daughter.

“How did you know?” Mu Jiahui truly was her partner-sister! She understood her so well.

“You really are… at such a young age, how can you watch such scandalous things?”

Mu Jiahui’s ears were still red. She was trying very hard to forget the images she had just seen.

“?” Sang Zhancheng processed Mu Jiahui’s words, and then her expression became exceptionally agitated. “I’m an adult! I’m a succubus, I’m allowed to watch!”

How was it scandalous! This was clearly the “Great Harmony of Life”! The Eden of ultimate bliss! The most beautiful and natural form of art!

“Still, no! Anyway, from now on during study time, I will confiscate your phone! No playing with your phone!”

Mu Jiahui snatched Sang Zhancheng’s phone away again and stormed out of the study, heading into the bathroom.

Mu Jiahui was feeling a bit of humiliated rage.

Sang Zhancheng stood there pouting, quite unhappy.

Her partner-sister really was too much like “Mistress Extinction”; even the habit of confiscating phones was the same.

Sang Zhancheng decided to call her “Mistress Extinction No. 2” from now on.

Mu Jiahui’s shower time was usually strictly controlled at two minutes.

Today was different. Despite having a cold constitution, she felt the bathwater was too hot.

Not to mention it was summer, and she had just gone for a run.

So, she turned the water temperature to cold.

Ice-cold water poured from her head to her toes. The rushing sound washed away Mu Jiahui’s remaining restlessness.

Feeling the chill, Mu Jiahui let out a long sigh of relief.

Her heart finally found peace.

It was just that the impact of those images and sounds was too great; she couldn’t forget them in a short amount of time.

Leaving the bathroom and facing the mirror, Mu Jiahui saw her own body and, for the first time, associated it with strange things. She quickly changed into her clothes and fled the room.

Afterward, Mu Jiahui supervised Sang Zhancheng as she finished the unit on “Sets.”

Under the guidance of Mu Jiahui, a veteran of the “town test-taker” school of thought, Sang Zhancheng found that her originally dull mind seemed to have opened up. The pile of knowledge that should have been incredibly foreign and obscure suddenly became clear in her mind.

She could actually understand mathematics!

In truth, Mu Jiahui had explained it four or five times before Sang Zhancheng finally understood the simplest and most basic point of knowledge.

One couldn’t say it wasn’t mentally draining, but it certainly wasn’t easy.

However, the thing Mu Jiahui feared least was exhaustion; what she feared most was trying countless methods only for the student to still not understand.

If Sang Zhancheng could understand, Mu Jiahui wouldn’t mind explaining it fifty times.

Looking at the young girl doing the problems, Mu Jiahui felt a slight sense of gratification.

Her little one clearly wasn’t stupid; she could learn.

Feeling relieved, Mu Jiahui sat back in her chair and began confidently preparing lessons for sections she hadn’t mastered before.

Sang Zhancheng, meanwhile, was scratching her head.

She clearly understood it. But looking at this pile of various problems, she actually didn’t know where to start.

Should she do the problem asking for the number of elements first, or the one asking to list all the elements?

That’s right, the little succubus had a “difficulty with choices” disorder. The point she was agonizing over was actually the order of the problems.

But there were indeed some problems she couldn’t do.

Ultimately, she decided to do the parts she knew how to do first.

There weren’t many in total.

After finishing, Sang Zhancheng secretly glanced back at Mu Jiahui and found her focused on writing some notes.

Being a considerate succubus, Sang Zhancheng felt a bit embarrassed to disturb Mu Jiahui.

She picked up her pencil, and the pencil began to doodle on the textbook of its own accord.

In fact, she felt that finishing the problems so quickly while still having a large pile she couldn’t do wouldn’t be good to hand over for Mu Jiahui to check.

Sang Zhancheng colored every “square” in the problem descriptions black and then began to draw little figures on the side.

She was very good at drawing.

She captured motion well; with just two or three strokes, she could sketch a vivid character.

It was just that the white space in the textbook was a bit small, which hindered her performance.

Mu Jiahui waited for fifteen minutes.

She felt that for such basic problems, in this amount of time, Sang Zhancheng should have finished them no matter what.

Even if she wasn’t finished, it was time to turn in the paper. Mu Jiahui put down the book in her hand and walked behind Sang Zhancheng.

Focusing intently on her drawing, Sang Zhancheng didn’t notice the approaching danger at all.

As she drew, she even hummed a little tune, appearing quite carefree.

When Mu Jiahui saw her actions, her brow twitched.

“Sang Zhancheng!” Mu Jiahui barked.

The little succubus gave a startled leap and took flight.

She really flew—her wings came out, flapping several times as she suspended in the air, looking like a giant sugar glider.

“Mu, Mumu… I haven’t finished yet.” Sang Zhancheng landed back in her seat, clutching her exercise book tightly.

Mu Jiahui took a sharp breath.

“It’s been fifteen minutes. Ten basic problems. If you’re not finished by now, don’t bother. Hurry up and give it to me to check!”

“Yes!” Sang Zhancheng tucked her tail tight and handed over the textbook with both hands.

Mu Jiahui took another deep breath. She was trying hard to keep a level head.

But when she saw the pile of titles turned into “artistic fonts” and those somewhat exquisite drawings, she still couldn’t hold it together.

It was one thing for Sang Zhancheng to draw, but why did she draw two women in such strange poses!

This was clearly a sketch of the “little movie” from earlier!