A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 28

Mu Jiahui was so startled that she threw the book in her hand away.

Sang Zhancheng reflexively caught the book. When she looked down and scrutinized what she had just drawn, she nearly fainted herself.

She hadn’t thought much of it while drawing; she usually just followed her heart and drew whatever came to mind. But looking at it now, she realized she had clearly depicted an indescribable scene.

The lustful nature of a succubus was now going to be deeply etched into Mu Jiahui’s mind, never to be washed away.

“Erase it,” Mu Jiahui said, covering her face. Her ears were bright red, and her hands were trembling.

She had managed with great difficulty to use cold water and studying to forget what she had seen earlier. Now, with this new stimulation, it truly was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

“I worked so hard to draw it… I’ll erase it, I’ll erase it, ugh,” Sang Zhancheng still felt it was a pity.

However, meeting Mu Jiahui’s obviously overwhelmed gaze, she could only succumb to the tyrannical power of “Exterminator Abbess Number Two.” She picked up the correction fluid and wiped away that erotic picture.

For the next two minutes, Mu Jiahui quietly graded Sang Zhancheng’s problems.

Sang Zhancheng sat obediently by her side, her posture dignified, looking nothing like the person who had drawn such an improper picture just minutes ago.

Mu Jiahui’s heart was in total turmoil.

She relied on muscle memory to help Sang Zhancheng grade, write annotations, and explain methods. When she finally handed the book back to Sang Zhancheng, she didn’t say a single word.

Sang Zhancheng also felt the atmosphere was awkward and was too embarrassed to speak, so she silently took the book back.

Out of ten questions, she had seriously attempted four, but the result was five correct answers in total.

She got three right out of the ones she did seriously, and she happened to guess two more correctly.

Somehow, Mu Jiahui had seen right through her. She accurately identified the questions Sang Zhancheng had guessed and wrote down the methods for them as well.

Sang Zhancheng followed Mu Jiahui’s examples and quickly corrected her mistakes. Then, Mu Jiahui circled twenty more similar problems for her.

“I’m only giving you half an hour. These types of questions should normally take one minute each,” Mu Jiahui even set a timer.

The little succubus’s eyebrows drooped as she helplessly began to do the problems.

This time, Mu Jiahui sat directly beside her. She couldn’t slack off or fish for leisure at all, so she could only slowly and focused work through the problems.

Mu Jiahui’s mind was still flustered.

However, her years of study and work experience had provided her with a set of methods to force herself into a state of calm. Relying on these methods, she barely managed to settle down and keep watch over the girl while she wrote.

Twenty minutes later, Sang Zhancheng was on the last few questions.

The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, which meant time wasn’t up. Looking at it that way, she was actually quite fast.

She was much more confident this time; she knew how to do most of them. Mu Jiahui allowed her to refer to the notes, and for the small portion she didn’t know, she could complete them by mimicking the notes Mu Jiahui had provided.

Just then, she heard an unharmonious gurgling sound.

“Mumu, did you hear a sound?” While speaking, she heard two more gurgles.

Mu Jiahui inconspicuously pressed down on her stomach.

“No, I didn’t. There are still four minutes left, hurry up and write.”

She was hungry. But she wouldn’t admit it.

First, she was afraid of distracting the kid from her work; second, she was embarrassed and refused to concede.

Sang Zhancheng had no choice but to continue her work.

She heard it very clearly; there was definitely a sound, just like someone was hungry. There were only two people in the room. Sang Zhancheng’s stomach was quiet, so the answer was obvious.

It was her partner sister who was hungry and was being stubborn, refusing to admit it.

Thinking of this, Sang Zhancheng couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as she finished the last question.

“Finished?” Mu Jiahui was a bit annoyed.

Her stomach was still growling; it was so embarrassing to let a youngster hear it.

“Mhm-hm.” Sang Zhancheng had just written the last stroke and handed the teaching assistant book to Mu Jiahui.

“Mumu, I’m hungry~”

The considerate little succubus gave Mu Jiahui a way out.

Mu Jiahui cleared her throat; she wasn’t so dense that she couldn’t see the girl’s kindness.

“In a moment. I’ll finish grading and then we’ll eat dinner,” Mu Jiahui quickened her pace of grading.

In less than a minute, the twenty questions were graded.

This made Sang Zhancheng feel like she had lost out a bit. She had worked hard for half an hour, but the grader only looked at it for one minute—it felt so unfair! Shouldn’t she at least look at it for ten minutes? That would be more worthy of the half-hour she spent using her brain.

“Not bad, the accuracy rate is at 80%.” Looking at the countless checkmarks, Mu Jiahui’s previous embarrassment and annoyance vanished.

She patted Sang Zhancheng’s head, and the “little pudding” looked more and more pleasing to her eyes.

“See, you are good at learning. You need to have confidence in yourself.” Although this was only the simplest first unit and Sang Zhancheng hadn’t achieved 100% accuracy, it didn’t stop Mu Jiahui from praising her.

The little succubus’s tail perked up. “Hehe, really? I actually got so many right.”

Sang Zhancheng took the book back, and seeing more than a dozen checkmarks, she also became excited, feeling that she had become much more capable.

“Really. You are very great, don’t negate yourself.” Mu Jiahui continued to stroke Sang Zhancheng’s hair.

She discovered that the girl’s expression was very cute when her head was patted; she would squint her eyes in enjoyment and even proactively lean in to nuzzle her hand.

Combined with that happily swaying heart-shaped tail, she was exactly like a puppy.

Even a “steel-straight” woman could not resist the adorable critical hit of a puppy.

Mu Jiahui patted her a few more times; that smooth feeling was also very much like a puppy. So much so that Mu Jiahui almost called out her own dog’s name to Sang Zhancheng.

“Little White… cough, Sang Zhancheng, time to eat.” She hadn’t caught herself in time, and that “Little White” slipped out.

“Is ‘Little White’ me?” Sang Zhancheng thought this was a nickname Mu Jiahui had given her.

Having a nickname was a huge deal; it proved their relationship had advanced many steps forward.

But why “Little White”? Sang Zhancheng pulled her pink hair to the side and took a look. Honestly, she should be “Little Pink,” and her tail was peach-red too.

“…Right. Because, you, um, your skin is very white.” Mu Jiahui knew she couldn’t say “Little White” was her dog’s name!

She urgently made up a reason, while silently praying that she wouldn’t get caught.

The naive little succubus believed her. She looked at her hand against the light; cool-toned white skin—it was indeed very white.

From today on, she was called Little White!

Sang Little White’s tail wagged, and following behind Mu Jiahui, she was more than a little pleased. Her partner had given her a nickname, and she had successfully solved many math problems; she was really great today!

The meal was heated up by Mu Jiahui. She placed the English essential vocabulary booklet in front of Sang Zhancheng, telling her to memorize a few more words in the meantime.

Sang Zhancheng, who thought she could start playing: …

With Mu Jiahui not right there, how could “Slacking Little White” possibly study seriously?

She stared blankly at the word abandon in the booklet, thinking it looked like a train station from the last century. She wanted to go traveling; she wondered if she could get into a university in another province next year. It would be even better if it was by the sea—hot enough, with a beach to play on.

Her fingers were so pretty. They were just missing a set of purple-pink manicures; when could she go get her nails done? The tablecloth was fun too; it could actually be folded up.

When Mu Jiahui finished heating the food, she saw Sang Zhancheng playing with her fingers.

She knew it; this brat wouldn’t honestly memorize words.

“Since you’re playing, you must have memorized the words very well, right?” Mu Jiahui lived up to her reputation as the Exterminator Abbess, stepping up prepared to give Sang Zhancheng a daunting challenge.