A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 38.2

She had used a calculator for over twenty minutes to finally get the result and felt quite a sense of accomplishment, but it was wrong.

“…That is indeed a bit too weird.”

It was thanks to Sang Zhancheng being honest enough that she could calculate such a complex number to the very end.

“Look here, you copied the problem wrong again, which is why the calculation was so ridiculous. No matter how strange the answer digits are, they won’t make you calculate such a large square root in the process. Often, don’t simplify or plug in the numbers from the problem during the steps; for example, look here, formula symbols can be canceled out—isn’t it much simpler?”

You could say Sang Zhancheng wasn’t very bright, but she possessed a kind of patience that many smart people lacked.

No matter how complex the calculation, she could stubbornly calculate it to the end, never giving up until she got an answer.

But in an exam, this state of mind is actually not good, though she needs this competitive spirit during daily practice.

“Fine, and here I was saying the answer from the calculator must be right… Uh, I didn’t say anything! I didn’t use a calculator!” Sang Zhancheng covered her mouth.

Too late.

“You’re not allowed to bring calculators to the exam, right! You actually dared to use a calculator during daily practice!” Mu Jiahui knew something was wrong!

No wonder Sang Zhancheng had that kind of patience; she thought she was doing the square root calculations by hand step by step!

“Sang·Ran·Cheng, come here! Today I’m going to let you know why the flowers are so red!”

Hearing that terrifying full name, Sang Zhancheng’s body froze for a second, then she bolted, running as fast as a startled kitten.

Ultimately, the two of them chased each other around the house for ten minutes, ending with Mu Jiahui being unable to run anymore and using a trick to trip Sang Zhancheng.

“Ugh… we were allowed to use calculators before.” Sang Zhancheng was hauled back to the study by Mu Jiahui.

“You’re not allowed now, so you can’t use one for practice.” Mu Jiahui flicked her forehead.

Having been together for so long, she couldn’t bear to hit her, and seeing her cry when scolded made her heart soften. But she couldn’t not discipline her, so she could only resort to this.

Sang Zhancheng clutched her forehead and let out a whimper.

“Math lets you bring them, but for some reason, Physics doesn’t anymore, wahhh…”

“Physics really requires a foundation in calculation; don’t use a calculator for math practice either. Don’t think being allowed to use a calculator is a good thing; it means the calculation difficulty of the problems exceeds the level of an ordinary person’s ability, making a calculator mandatory.”

Mu Jiahui finally set the disobedient girl down.

“Not entirely; it seems to be for fairness. Some races are naturally good at calculation, so they provided calculators,” Sang Zhancheng weakly countered.

Mu Jiahui thought about it; that made sense. “Then why isn’t it used for Physics?”

Neither of them could figure it out.

In the end, Mu Jiahui confiscated Sang Zhancheng’s calculator anyway.

Both science and liberal arts subjects have problems that require calculation; English listening occasionally even asks you to calculate the price of a shirt.

If she forms a dependency on a calculator and has to press buttons for three plus three, it will seriously affect other subjects.

The lives of the two returned to normal. Time passed day by day.

A few weeks later, Sang Xunmo and Sang Mujin, who hadn’t been able to contact their sister for a long time, couldn’t hold back anymore and knocked on Sang Zhancheng’s door.

At this time, Sang Zhancheng was undergoing the devastation of mathematics.

She was learning functions and got stuck on the first step: mapping.

After the fifth explanation proved ineffective, Mu Jiahui gave up as well.

Since the college entrance exam doesn’t really test this point anyway, if she couldn’t learn it, so be it.

Sang Zhancheng was still a bit unwilling to lose.

Hearing the doorbell ring, she asked Mu Jiahui a nonsensical question: “Mumu, do the doorbell and pressing the doorbell count as a mapping?”

“…” Mu Jiahui pressed her hand to her forehead. The kid had finally gone crazy from studying; should she be relieved?

High school seniors are all a bit crazy.

Some are like Sang Zhancheng, seeing anything and connecting it to the knowledge points they just reviewed.

Back in the day, Mu Jiahui’s desk mate even dragged her to observe plants during PE class, which she refused.

What’s the use of observing plants? The exam doesn’t test observation.

Mu Jiahui couldn’t understand. Isn’t PE class meant for self-study?

Occasionally, the teacher would even openly help the PE teacher take sick leave.

In a time when everyone was studying, if she went off to play at “observing plants,” she would fall behind.

“I’ll get the door. You look at the textbook for the next lesson.” Mu Jiahui didn’t want to answer Sang Zhancheng’s strange question.

Sang Zhancheng wagged her tail to show she understood.

Opening the door, these two people looked somewhat familiar.

Their brows and eyes were very similar to Sang Zhancheng’s, with only slight differences in temperament.

However, their heights were very different. Mu Jiahui estimated the tall one was an adult, while the short one was a child just like Sang Zhancheng.

“And you are?” Clearly, Mu Jiahui didn’t recognize these two sisters-in-law she had met once.

“You’re Chengzi’s partner, right? I’m her older sister Xunmo, and this is her younger sister Mujin. We came to play with Chengzi.”

As the eldest sister, Sang Xunmo was indeed much more composed, completing the self-introduction in just two sentences.

Mu Jiahui suddenly understood. She was wondering why these two looked so familiar.

They had met at Sang Zhancheng’s birthday party before.

“Please come in. She’s busy today and might not be able to play with you.”

Sang Xunmo was surprised.

She had originally thought that because Sang Zhancheng hadn’t asked them out to play for so long, she was busy being “intimate” with her partner.

But her partner wasn’t even with her.

Could it be they had already mastered the art of spiritual union?

That couldn’t be right either; Sang Zhancheng’s partner was clearly a pure human who had nothing to do with magic or immortals.

“Can I ask what she’s busy with?” Sang Xunmo held back her little sister, Sang Mujin, who was about to dash into her sister’s room.

Sang Mujin pouted and threw a set of “Succubus punches” at her sister through the air.

“She’s studying.” Mu Jiahui poured water for the two of them.

“?” For a moment, the Sang sisters thought they had misheard.

“Studying?” The elder Sang sister tilted her head.

“Snow-dying?” The younger Sang sister also tilted her head.

In a daze, Mu Jiahui thought she saw two Sang Zhanchengs.

Including Sang Zhancheng herself, she now had to face three Sang Zhanchengs.

Her head was getting big. Mu Jiahui’s eyelid twitched.

“She’s repeating a year to take the college entrance exam again next year. Didn’t she tell you?”

Sang Xunmo began to think slowly, like a sloth.

With no one watching her, Sang Mujin greased her feet and slipped away in a flash, heading for Sang Zhancheng’s study.

“It seems like she did, and yet it seems like she didn’t.” Sang Xunmo gave up on thinking.

It was like listening to a speech that was just a speech.

Mu Jiahui pressed her forehead; she suddenly felt that Sang Zhancheng was considered the smart one in the Sang family.

Sang Zhancheng was pleasantly surprised to see her little sister. She tossed her pen aside and immediately picked up the girl to start chatting.

“Sister~ Did you experience it! The legendary [Censored]!”

Sang Mujin was at the age of transitioning from middle to high school and had a great interest in these forbidden anecdotes.

[Censored]? Sang Zhancheng thought for a moment before realizing this was a filtered word for minors.

“Ahem. Of course your sister experienced it!”

The experience wasn’t great, though, and it only happened once.

However, the prideful Sang Zhancheng wasn’t going to tell her sister that.

“Wow, how was it? Tell me about it!” The little sister’s eyes were sparkling.

“I’ll tell you in three more years.” Sang Zhancheng poked her little sister’s head.

Her sister was still a minor; she couldn’t poison a minor’s mind, even if they were Succubi.

When Sang Mujin became an adult, Mom would teach her the “secret techniques.”

“Fine, wahhh, Sister is bullying me.” Sang Mujin was, of course, a little crybaby too.

“No, wahhh, Sister is not.” Sang Zhancheng started crying along with her.

The two people coming to catch the little sister and supervise Sang Zhancheng’s studying hadn’t even gotten close before they heard the rising and falling sounds of crying.

“…Were they always like this?” Mu Jiahui practically wanted to cover her ears.

The magic sound of one Succubus was already enough for her to handle; now there were two, and the trouble had doubled.

“Yes.” As she spoke, Sang Xunmo also wiped away a tear. “Seeing them cry makes me want to join in too.”

Mu Jiahui almost left this beautiful otherworld.

Seeing that Sang Zhancheng had no heart for studying, Mu Jiahui particularly mercifully gave her a two-hour break to play with her family.

Mu Jiahui herself moved her computer, books, and pens to the balcony.

Once the balcony door was closed, all the whimpering and laughing couldn’t be heard. The world was quiet.

Two hours later, Mu Jiahui came back to grab Sang Zhancheng for studying.

Sang Zhancheng struggled twice, then gave up and reached out for Mu Jiahui to hold her. She wanted to take the opportunity to show off her love to her sisters.

“Yes, yes, little ancestor. You owe two hours, which must be made up today and tomorrow.” Mu Jiahui slung Sang Zhancheng over her shoulder.

Sang Zhancheng looked at the uncontrollable smile on Sang Xunmo’s face, feeling that life was no longer worth living.

How dare Sang Xunmo laugh at her!

What was worse was that she herself felt Mu Jiahui’s behavior was too unromantic.

If not a princess carry, she could at least be carried on her back; what was with this rice-sack-carrying posture!

Sang Zhancheng closed her eyes, refusing to face reality.

After sending Sang Zhancheng to study, Mu Jiahui returned to the living room, intending to see the two guests off.

Sang Xunmo shook her head. “We’re not in a hurry to leave; I’ve agreed with Chengzi to have lunch together.”

“That’s fine.” It just meant making two more dishes.

With more people comes more strength, and it happened to help her use up ingredients. Mu Jiahui agreed.

After some awkward small talk, Mu Jiahui herself felt uncomfortable and went to the kitchen to cook.

Sang Xunmo didn’t ask much about why Sang Zhancheng decided to repeat a year.

She guessed Sang Zhancheng was just playing around.

They were Succubi, after all—one of the stupidest races. It was impossible to do well on the college entrance exam.

Studying this hard could only be because Sang Zhancheng herself enjoyed it and wanted to play.

Though she didn’t understand what was fun about studying. What if Sang Zhancheng found it fun?

Sang Mujin, however, spoke up.

“Big Sister, why does Second Sister want to study?”

“Maybe it’s for fun. Don’t worry about it. Have you considered which high school to go to?”

“Not yet. I heard the cafeteria at No. 7 High is very good, No. 3 High has many beauties, and No. 12 High is close to home… I don’t know which one to attend.”

Mu Jiahui caught an earful.

What kind of reasons were these? Shouldn’t choosing a school first depend on the quality of teaching?

Mu Jiahui herself had compiled a high school quality chart.

Once Sang Zhancheng had learned enough from her, she would definitely send her to a school to follow real seniors for exams and review, allowing her to progress in that intense and stimulating atmosphere.

Mu Jiahui’s first choice was No. 4 High.

The geographical location was good—the surroundings were desolate, so she didn’t have to worry about students wanting to play, because there was absolutely nothing to play with; even the cell phone signal was weak.

Secondly, the teaching quality was extremely high, with a passing rate of 99.8%. There were also many students in the high-score brackets, and several had been admitted to Dongwei University, a top-ten university in the world.

However, it might not be easy to get someone in. No. 4 High mainly used middle school graduates as its primary source of students, unlike No. 6 High, where more than half of the seniors were repeating students.

No. 6 High wasn’t bad either; it just had fewer people in the high-score brackets. The few they had were all regular students, unrelated to the repeaters.

As for the three high schools the little Sang sister mentioned, Mu Jiahui recalled that because their grades were so poor, she hadn’t paid them any attention at all.

A family of slackers. Mu Jiahui was certain of it.

“Are you taking the middle school entrance exam this year?” At the dinner table, Mu Jiahui asked Sang Mujin this seemingly random question.

“Ah, yes, Brother-in-law-person. But my dad said I can go to whichever one I want; he’ll pay for me.”

So, she was going through the back door. Mu Jiahui shook her head.

For the sake of the check her father-in-law and mother-in-law gave her, she should help this little sister get on the right track too.

“Sang Zhancheng’s sister, why don’t you come and study with your sister too!” Mu Jiahui extended the most sincere invitation from a “King of Grinders” to Sang Mujin.