A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 38.1

One lap is two thousand meters; ten laps is twenty thousand meters… Why on earth are these two people running twenty thousand meters! They’re basically running a marathon here!

Even if Sang Zhancheng ran twenty thousand meters herself, it would be impossible to maintain a speed of eight hundred meters per minute!

Sang Zhancheng lay on the ground, twitching slightly. She didn’t want to curse “Little Red” and “Little Blue” anymore; she actually felt sorry for them now.

They shouldn’t be eating ginger; they should be eating big chicken drumsticks to reward their exhausted bodies and minds.

Who exactly did they offend to be forced to run twenty thousand meters at a constant speed? And they even had to keep track of how many times they encountered each other?

Mu Jiahui squatted down.

With tears welling in her eyes, Sang Zhancheng looked at Mu Jiahui. “Mumu…”

She hoped Mu Jiahui would pull her up.

She had lain down too quickly just now and hadn’t noticed this was the street—it was very dirty, and her clothes were going to be ruined—

Mu Jiahui simply recited the problem once more, then silently looked at Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng was so angry she almost rolled over.

Just as she was about to move her waist, she realized how dirty it was and hit the brakes just in time.

“Pull me up first!” Sang Zhancheng finally couldn’t help it and reached out to Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui suddenly realized. So that’s what the little one meant.

She hauled Sang Zhancheng up from the ground. “I thought you wanted to lie there to think about the problem better.”

Sang Zhancheng stomped her feet in anger. Lying down clearly leads to falling asleep; who would lie down to think about problems!

Mu Jiahui, who used to lie on the grass whenever she couldn’t solve a problem: “…”

“Aside from everything else! Little Red will definitely finish before Little Blue, so who does the ten-lap limit count for?”

Mu Jiahui thought about it; that was true.

She had just calculated according to Little Red, ignoring the lack of rigor in the problem.

“Then let’s say: how many times will the two of them meet within 25 minutes.”

While Sang Zhancheng was grumbling in her heart, she continued running alongside Mu Jiahui.

After quite a while, she let out a voice.

“Six times…?”

Mu Jiahui paused.

She remembered that every time Sang Zhancheng calculated this kind of problem, she got it wrong. “How did you calculate that?”

“Uh, well, twenty-five divided by four, rounded down to six.”

She knew something was off. “I’ll teach you when we get back. For now, you can think about what time they would first meet if they started in opposite directions, and how many times they would meet within 25 minutes.”

“Fine… No, STOP!!! Don’t give me any more problems! If you do, if you do, I’m not doing them!” Sang Zhancheng lost her breath again and even stumbled a step to the side.

She accidentally bumped into a person with round ears and a thin tail, and Sang Zhancheng quickly apologized.

It was just a small interlude.

But Mu Jiahui noticed that the person’s gaze was unkind, carrying obvious disdain.

Looking at Sang Zhancheng was like… inspecting a piece of cargo.

From the head, lingering on certain parts, all the way to the feet.

Mu Jiahui quickly pulled Sang Zhancheng behind her, and only then did the rat-man withdraw his gaze.

Was it because he recognized Sang Zhancheng’s race?

Mu Jiahui had observed that during this walk with Sang Zhancheng, many people looked at her with that kind of gaze.

Lecherous, perverse, disdainful—certain thoughts were almost overflowing from their eyes.

Mu Jiahui shuddered.

She had just let Sang Zhancheng run a lap by herself.

“Sang Zhancheng, nothing happened to you just now, right?” Mu Jiahui felt a bit of lingering fear.

She had been in this world for a while now. Because she had never felt that sense of being targeted or unsafe, she had even swapped her self-defense weapons for a small knife, which she carried on her person but not in a very conspicuous place.

But Succubi were clearly a race that everyone coveted.

And Sang Zhancheng was quite soft and had no defensive power. If she encountered someone bold…

Mu Jiahui felt it was better to move together from now on.

“Nothing? Everyone is very friendly, and there haven’t been safety issues for a long time. Don’t be afraid, Mumu~” Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui was worried about robbery or theft.

Sang Zhancheng probably didn’t notice the gazes of those people at all.

Or perhaps… she was used to it.

Mu Jiahui exhaled and helplessly took Sang Zhancheng’s hand.

“Next time, let’s run together.”

“Okay, okay.” Sang Zhancheng restlessly twisted her hand and changed the grip to interlocking fingers.

Although she didn’t know why Mu Jiahui said that, she didn’t mind moving together with her.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t pull away after all; she even held on a bit tighter.

Three hours after returning home, Sang Zhancheng finally understood how to do encounter problems.

Mu Jiahui, who had been teaching her, was nearly exhausted.

She discovered that Sang Zhancheng relied on drawing diagrams to solve them.

While this type of problem does require drawing diagrams, you don’t draw every single lap!

If two people ran a hundred laps, wouldn’t she have to draw a hundred analysis diagrams?

Just correcting Sang Zhancheng’s extremely time-consuming problem-solving habits took Mu Jiahui an hour. Fortunately, it was quite effective in the end.

Mu Jiahui tossed a set of problems to Sang Zhancheng.

She remembered she had a remote interview this afternoon.

“I have something to do; I’m going to the living room to be busy. Finish this set of papers properly, and we can finish with this type of problem.”

“Okay~” Sang Zhancheng agreed readily. With kisses on the line, she was full of motivation.

Mu Jiahui began the interview with full confidence.

Then, she found the interviewer’s questions very strange—they wanted her to do mental math.

This didn’t defeat Mu Jiahui. Almost as soon as the examiner finished the question, her answer was out, scaring the examiner into thinking she was using a calculator.

Mu Jiahui had no choice but to push the camera further back. The on-site magic supervisor also stated that Mu Jiahui was not cheating.

Only then did the interview proceed smoothly.

“Ms. Mu, we seem to have detected strong magical fluctuations on your end. Is there someone else at your home?” Halfway through, the interviewer suddenly asked.

Only then did Mu Jiahui remember that Succubi have magic. “Ah, yes, my partner is at home.”

“I see.” The interviewer began to turn to the next question.

Just as the words left her mouth, Mu Jiahui heard a loud crash from the study.

This was immediately followed by the girl’s somewhat panicked voice.

“Mumu—! Why did I calculate that the walking speed of these grandmas is eight hundred kilometers per hour!!!”

Sang Zhancheng even rushed out of the room and burst into the camera’s range.

Mu Jiahui was stunned.

She quickly patted Sang Zhancheng’s head, signaled to the interviewer, and hauled Sang Zhancheng out of the camera’s view.

“I’m in an interview; I’ll talk to you later.” If it weren’t for the interviewer looking kind, Mu Jiahui felt she definitely wouldn’t have been hired.

In fact, if this were her original world, her HR wouldn’t hire this kind of person either.

Not preparing well for an interview and allowing oneself to be interrupted showed a lack of focus on the job; how could they be hired?

Mu Jiahui had indeed miscalculated.

In the past, when she watched over her while she did problems, Sang Zhancheng was very well-behaved. She didn’t know why she was so restless today.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I, I didn’t know…” Sang Zhancheng almost cried from guilt.

“Don’t, don’t cry, my little ancestor. Go back and do the problems; I haven’t finished the interview yet.” Mu Jiahui was so startled she quickly ushered Sang Zhancheng back into the study.

“Sorry.” Finally, back within camera range, Mu Jiahui saw that the interviewer’s expression hadn’t changed and breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s fine. Is that your… child?” Sang Zhancheng looked very young, and since they were making a fuss over middle school content, the interviewer instinctively ruled out the “partner” answer.

“No. My partner is repeating a year to prepare for exams,” Mu Jiahui said succinctly.

“I see. You’re hired.”

It was over just like that? Mu Jiahui was more than a little shocked.

Previously, the examiner had asked a lot of questions completely unrelated to the position, and upon seeing Sang Zhancheng, they ended the interview immediately.

It was Mu Jiahui who couldn’t understand the interview style anymore.

Reflecting that this was an “otherworld” after all, Mu Jiahui felt relieved.

If this were her original world and her interviewer hired people like this, they would be fired the next day for stepping into the company with their left foot first.

Mu Jiahui didn’t know the real reason she was hired.

If she did, she might have considered choosing a different company.

Just because she was the partner of a Succubus, it was assumed she needed to earn more money to support the Succubus—what kind of logic was that?

Mu Jiahui didn’t have time to investigate this matter right now. She was pulled away by Sang Zhancheng.

“Mumu! I used my original method to double-check again, and the grandmother’s speed really is eight hundred kilometers per hour!” Sang Zhancheng pulled Mu Jiahui’s hand and showed her the scratch paper.

The scratch paper was again filled with lap after lap of the track; without asking, Sang Zhancheng had definitely used the listing method to check again.

“…There’s really no need to spend time checking with that method; I’ll teach you a new way immediately.” Mu Jiahui pressed her hand to her forehead.

She took out the reference answers and began to grade Sang Zhancheng’s unit test.

Then she discovered that in the first problem, the calculated walking speed of the pedestrian was one hundred kilometers per minute.

In the second problem, Xiao Ming’s cycling speed was the square root of 3 x 10 to the power of 5 meters per second.

The most ridiculous one was a problem where the calculated flying speed of Little Red was eight thousand kilometers per hour—the kind that could leap over Mount Everest in one breath.

The most crucial thing was that these answers were all correct.

No wonder Sang Zhancheng’s magic fluctuated so much while doing the problems; if it were Mu Jiahui, she wouldn’t dare hand in the paper without checking it three times with such ridiculous answers.

Among a sea of outrageous answers, that grandma running eight hundred kilometers an hour seemed so kind and approachable, so slow and sluggish.

Compared to the others, she really was a “grandma”!

Mu Jiahui realized once again that this was an otherworld with races that could run, fly, and swim, and human speed was considered extremely slow compared to heterogeneous races.

“You didn’t do it wrong; the grandma did run eight hundred kilometers in an hour.” Mu Jiahui took a deep breath, then patted Sang Zhancheng’s forehead.

It’s been hard on you, Sangsang, to have to do problems with such ridiculous answers.

“Wow, really! Are there really grandmas like that?” Rather than being happy she got it right, Sang Zhancheng was more concerned with the practical value of the question.

A grandma who could move at a constant speed for an hour and cover eight hundred kilometers—how robust she must be!

Mu Jiahui was speechless again.

“It’s just a physics problem… I don’t know if they exist either. By the way, the problem says she belongs to the Sasmi race; let me test you on the physiological characteristics of this race.”

Sang Zhancheng froze on the spot. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it, unable to say a word.

This made her look like a fish blowing bubbles, “aba aba-ing” without being able to spit out a single sentence.

“…Go flip through the textbook.” Mu Jiahui couldn’t bear to look.

She now felt that Sang Zhancheng was like a red goldfish with a memory that really only lasted seven seconds.

Maybe she shouldn’t call Sang Zhancheng “Little White”; she should call her “Reddy.”

“Volume One, page twenty-five, the third line of the middle paragraph.” Under Mu Jiahui’s direction, the randomly flipping Sang Zhancheng finally found the section introducing that race.

“Wow… Mumu, how do you remember the page numbers?”

Her partner was simply too strong, not missing a single line.

“It’s a habit from memorizing. By next May, you have to be this familiar with the materials too. Not necessarily down to the specific line, but you at least need to know which knowledge point is in which unit.” Mu Jiahui wasn’t joking.

Her high school biology teacher was a little old man. His favorite thing to do during the senior year review phase was to catch students and test them on which page a certain knowledge point was located.

At first, the students naturally couldn’t remember.

But when everyone discovered that the teacher could memorize even the supplementary teaching materials given by the grade level, they could only obediently go and memorize the textbooks.

Are you kidding? They were young people; how could they be outdone by an old man’s memory?

But Sang Zhancheng didn’t think so.

She felt her memory had always been very poor.

“Is… is this even possible to remember!” It was too inconceivable! What’s the point of memorizing this stuff!

“Do more problems, correct more mistakes, and you’ll naturally remember. I told you that the student who couldn’t remember anything could also memorize the textbook before the college entrance examination.” Mu Jiahui glanced at her and couldn’t help but pinch her cheek.

“Ow~ Okay.” For the sake of her partner sister pinching her face, she would reluctantly memorize it.

“Come, let me teach you the fast check method.” Mu Jiahui beckoned Sang Zhancheng over.

“Sometimes question setters have a twisted sense of humor and love to give these weird answers, so don’t think you’re wrong just because you get a strange number.”

“…Then why is the square root of 579 plus 33 divided by 119 wrong?” Sang Zhancheng pointed to her only incorrect answer.