novelraw Chapter 145 : I'll Submit to Whatever You Want
Chapter 145 : I'll Submit to Whatever You Want
The exam proctor carefully counted the collected Chinese test papers, confirmed everything was correct, then waved: "Alright, everyone can go."
As soon as the words were spoken, Xifeng grabbed her pencil case and fled out the back door like a wisp of smoke. Ye Shengge picked up the pen wanting to return it to Xifeng, but only saw a figure rapidly departing, leaving him completely bewildered.
Ye Shengge opened his mouth, wanting to call out to stop Xifeng, but thinking they'd meet again in the afternoon anyway, there was no need to be so urgent, so he could only shrug helplessly.
Xifeng ran all the way to Class 9, where Bei Yaoyue was taking her exam. She stood at the doorway secretly poking her head inside to look. Bei Yaoyue was organizing her stationery at her seat, occasionally chatting with a female classmate beside her. Xifeng didn't recognize that girl—she should be one of Bei Yaoyue's Class 1 classmates.
Noticing Xifeng's sneaky little head, Bei Yaoyue quickened her movements, picked up her organized pencil case, and walked toward the front door.
"Looking for me about something?" Bei Yaoyue asked. It had only been a few minutes since papers were collected and Xifeng was already at her classroom door—she must have rushed over immediately after turning in her paper.
"Can't I look for you if there's nothing wrong?" Xifeng naturally grabbed Bei Yaoyue's free hand and asked back: "Is it not okay to find you for a chat?"
Actually, there was no particular reason—she just wanted to see Bei Yaoyue sooner, that's all.
A month of constant companionship and intimacy had undoubtedly brought their relationship much closer than before. Their hearts were also growing closer.
Being pulled forward by Xifeng, Bei Yaoyue didn't continue the conversation but asked a question she was extremely concerned about: "How did you do on Chinese this time?"
Holding hands on campus wasn't very common, so students on the road frequently turned to look at the two, though those in the know understood they were sisters and didn't think much of it.
"Hehe, you can put your mind completely at ease about that." Xifeng smiled confidently and patted her chest. "I knew all the questions on Chinese this time, and the essay was a type I'm good at. I definitely won't do badly."
Bei Yaoyue glanced at her: "Do you have a rough idea of your score?"
Xifeng held her chin thoughtfully for a moment, answering with some uncertainty: "Around 120 points?"
Chinese was such a mystical subject that it was really hard to estimate scores. Often Xifeng thought she had written correctly, but in reality it was completely opposite to the answer.
Unlike a math problem—you either know it or you don't, so you can at least have some idea.
"120 points is a bit low." Bei Yaoyue shook her head gently. "You'll need to work harder on the other subjects to reach Class 1."
"Mmm... I'll do my best."
"By the way." Bei Yaoyue seemed to suddenly remember something. "You should have gotten all the poetry memorization correct this time, right? I supervised you memorizing poetry for so long—if you still get them wrong, how could you face me?"
"Of course!" Xifeng scoffed. "Who do you think you're looking down on? I can't guarantee anything else, but I'll definitely get perfect marks on poetry memorization."
"Oh?" Bei Yaoyue made a slightly playful sound and narrowed her eyes. "What if there are still mistakes?"
"Absolutely impossible." Xifeng pursed her lips disdainfully. "If I really did make mistakes, then I'll submit to whatever you want."
Bei Yaoyue looking down on her like this really annoyed her. She wasn't stupid after all—how could she still make mistakes after memorizing for so long?
"Good, remember those words." Bei Yaoyue couldn't help but smile. Although seeing Xifeng so confident, she should really have the certainty to get them all right, but there was always that one-in-a-million chance. This kind of sure-win, no-lose deal delivered to her mouth—she had no reason not to take it.
"If there really are mistakes later, don't regret it."
Saying this, Bei Yaoyue smiled and waved her slender, graceful fingers in front of Xifeng, causing Xifeng's face to flush slightly pink as she unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
The two walked to the stairway corner and happened to encounter Bai He coming down from upstairs. She greeted them both and asked: "Are you going to lunch?"
Due to the two helping Bai He solve a problem with someone harboring ill intentions, Bai He's relationship with them had greatly improved compared to before—excluding Bei Yaoyue's unilateral feelings toward Bai He.
Bei Yaoyue looked at Bai He indifferently and nodded: "Mm."
Bei Yaoyue really had no good feelings toward Bai He. It wasn't that Bai He had any particularly annoying traits—it was simply because she was a potential romantic rival.
But since the other party had never expressed her thoughts, she naturally couldn't say anything. No matter how displeased she was, she couldn't possibly forbid someone's right to have a crush.
"I..." Xifeng was about to say she wouldn't go eat, but worried Bai He might notice something, she ultimately didn't finish her sentence.
Eating something wouldn't hurt anyway—might as well just grab something random at the cafeteria.
"Want to go together?" Bai He actively invited them both. Seeing Bei Yaoyue nod with a stiff expression, she smiled: "Let's go then."
This past month, Bai He had indeed been intentionally or unintentionally approaching the two of them. One reason was wanting more contact with Xifeng, and the second was... she could always gain a lot of inspiration for writing novels from Bei Yaoyue and Xifeng's daily life.
Although Bai He knew the relationship between Bei Yaoyue and Xifeng was just the purest sisterly affection, this sisterly bond sometimes had extremely blurred boundaries with romantic love. Often she could take their daily interactions, add a little processing, and turn them into stories for her novel.
What do novel writers fear most? Writer's block—not knowing what content to write. This was especially true for her slice-of-life novels. Doing naughty things all day would eventually bore readers, so she needed lots of daily content to fill in and serve as seasoning.
Initially, Bai He had been quite troubled by having to conceive daily content, frowning constantly. As a high school student who only knew studying, her life was boring and monotonous—where could she come up with so many interesting daily scenarios?
Just when Bai He was stuck in a bottleneck with no solutions, she suddenly realized—weren't there two living sources of material right beside her? Since she had originally based the protagonists on these two people, naturally she could also draw inspiration for daily content from them.
With this assistance, Bai He's novel was becoming increasingly popular. Last week, her novel achieved 3,000 average subscriptions on its first day of release—a very proud achievement for a new author's second book. Countless contributions from Bei Yaoyue and Xifeng were behind this success.
Therefore, Bai He's gratitude toward the two increased even more. She felt Bei Yaoyue and Xifeng were practically her second parents.
And it was precisely as her novel's plot developed, as she wrote about the two protagonists gradually developing feelings called love, that she finally realized she had fallen for Xifeng.
Bai He never expected that she herself would be the yuri one.
If she had the chance to become Xifeng's other half, she would definitely cherish Xifeng with her everything and wholeheartedly treat the sister-in-law who had given her so much help.