Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 123 : Chinese Literature, Enemy for Life

The monthly exam results were out, and Xifeng's grades were very unsatisfactory.

Chinese 89, Math 139, English 148, Science Comprehensive 225, total score 601. If this were at an ordinary school, it would be considered quite a decent score, but at Tianshui No. 1 High School, it was far from sufficient.

Thanks to having reviewed advanced mathematics and college English when preparing for graduate school entrance exams, Xifeng's math and English scores were respectable, but her other subjects weren't quite up to par, especially Chinese, which didn't even pass. Although Xifeng still had her foundation in science comprehensive, she hadn't had time to review most of the knowledge points, ultimately only achieving a passable but far from excellent score.

During break time, Xifeng and Bai Pu ran together to check the rankings where the school-wide ranking list was posted, but the area was already packed tight. Being shorter than the average height of first-year students, she could only see the top one or two hundred names from above the crowd of heads.

Almost at first glance, Xifeng locked onto that name hanging proudly at the top, looking down upon the thousands below like its owner.

Third place, Bei Yaoyue, Chinese 131, Math 141, English 145, Science Comprehensive 290, total score 707.

Holy cow, a genius!

Xifeng's heart almost stopped. Was this what a top student from Class 1 was like?

She sucked in a breath of cold air. Bei Yaoyue was terrifyingly formidable—this person would surely achieve great things in the future!

700 points was a realm completely beyond Xifeng's ability to reach, for no other reason than Chinese was an insurmountable barrier standing before her, just like how she had been directly crushed during graduate school entrance exams for not meeting the national cutoff in politics.

Bei Yaoyue's 707 points was only third place. Xifeng curiously looked up and was surprised to see another familiar name above Bei Yaoyue.

Second place, Su Weiai, 709 points.

As for the first place name, it was completely unfamiliar to Xifeng.

First place, Ye Shengge, 717 points.

"So strong." Xifeng couldn't help but admire. Although her academic performance had never reached the 700-point tier, she somewhat understood that once you reached 700 points and above, every additional point was extremely difficult, yet this Ye Shengge could pull ahead of second place by a full 8 points.

But what did any of this have to do with Xifeng? She could only look up at those academic gods' names and sigh in admiration. In comparison, she was more concerned about where her own name was.

She searched all the way down until the hundredth place without finding her name. The part below that was blocked by the watching students.

She kept looking for angles but all in vain—the disadvantage of being short was fully exposed at this moment.

Seeing Xifeng anxiously scratching her head, wanting to see but unable to, Bai Pu couldn't help but chuckle, then very considerately asked: "Need me to help you look?"

"...Alright, thank you." Xifeng replied with a dry laugh. What else could she do? She was desperate too.

Bai Pu was about 1.7 meters tall. He stood on his tiptoes and browsed down the ranking list, finally finding Xifeng's name around the 400th place.

"407th place." Bai Pu scratched his head. "Your performance this time was slightly... not ideal."

"Oh..." Xifeng nodded with some disappointment. She knew Bai Pu was already being very polite. As a Class 2 student, being in the 400s was extremely poor performance, very likely placing her at the bottom of the class.

If she still had this grade at the final exam, she would fall from Class 2 to Class 8.

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Xifeng spread her test papers on the coffee table, hanging her head like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the scolding from Bei Yaoyue who was sitting across from her on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Over 300th place—this is what you call 'not bad'?" Bei Yaoyue picked up Xifeng's Chinese test paper, her brow furrowed tightly. "As a Class 2 student, you actually failed Chinese. How can you face your Chinese teacher?"

"Something damnable like Chinese should be burned in hell!" Xifeng said indignantly like a hothead.

As a thorough science student, she had never understood the existence of something like Chinese. If it weren't for Chinese always hovering around the passing line back then, she wouldn't have had to spend three years mixing between Classes 4 and 5.

During the final college entrance exam, Xifeng's Chinese score was only 91. Fortunately, she barely managed to get into Crescent University of Technology by the skin of her teeth thanks to her excellent math and science comprehensive scores, squeezing into a first-tier university.

Bei Yaoyue didn't respond to Xifeng's words. She briefly skimmed through the test paper, and her frown deepened: "What kind of nonsense did you write for poetry recitation? How did you memorize these?"

Not a single question was correct... this was really something.

"Is there a problem?" Xifeng guiltily lowered her head, her voice becoming much quieter. "I think what I wrote was quite right..."

"'Your Majesty and the general remove their armor, spending a spring night warmly in hibiscus curtains'..." Bei Yaoyue looked speechlessly at this line of poetry Xifeng had filled in. "So you're actually this fujoshi?"

"I'm not a fujoshi!" Xifeng quickly retorted. She couldn't wear this hat—as a man with completely normal sexual orientation, she couldn't accept BL stuff.

Rolling her eyes, Xifeng smiled and said: "Think about it this way—maybe it's a female general? The emperor and a female general who returned victorious from near-death situations look at each other with tearful eyes, and after some tender moments they embrace and enter the hibiscus curtains together. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"......"

"Or we could be even bolder... an empress and a female general, the two of them in bed... heh heh heh..."

"......?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Bei Yaoyue's head. It wasn't that she had a problem, but she felt Xifeng had a problem.

"What, isn't yuri good?"

"Stop being glib. You must find a way to improve your Chinese score."

Bei Yaoyue flipped Xifeng's Chinese test paper to the last page. When she saw the big "24" on the essay, her eyebrows knitted together directly: "How did you lose 36 points on your essay? As long as you don't go completely off-topic, you shouldn't get such a low score, right?"

"I don't know either!" Xifeng pouted unhappily. She couldn't figure out why she only got this many points either. "I thought I wrote pretty well, but the grading teacher didn't give me points. Maybe I was targeted."

Xifeng had lived seven or eight years longer than these high school students after all, so her language level was naturally much higher than the high school average. When writing the essay, she felt divinely inspired, but somehow the result was only this many points.

"Let me see."

After carefully reading Xifeng's essay, Bei Yaoyue almost laughed in anger.

"The question required an argumentative essay. Look at what you wrote yourself," Bei Yaoyue almost wanted to throw this test paper in Xifeng's face. "Is what you wrote an argumentative essay?"

Although argumentative essay and academic paper differed by only one character, they were worlds apart.

"...I think they're about the same." Xifeng smiled sheepishly.

Damn, after writing academic papers for four years in college, who the hell remembers how to write argumentative essays!

"About the same, my ass! Starting today, you're going to study properly, and you must improve your Chinese score for the final exam!"