Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 150 : Fired Up!

Xifeng had also heard of this so-called St. Petersburg Academy's Principal. Her full name was Theresa Apocalypse, an artificial human created by the Apocalypse family patriarch, Otto Apocalypse. Although her appearance remained fixed at twelve years old and never grew, she was actually a forty-seven or forty-eight-year-old woman.

If described using a 2D term, she would be a legal loli.

However, in a certain sense, Theresa wasn't human, so whether she should be protected by human laws was still debatable, making the question of legality moot.

"Since you put it that way... maybe I could try?" Xifeng replied.

"Have a bit more confidence in yourself. Just use the feeling you have when speaking normally. How about this—tomorrow I'll give you the organized script, you can try recording a few lines to get a feel for it, then send them to us to listen. We can also give you some guidance."

"Alright then."

Xifeng hesitated for a while but ultimately agreed. This was a rare experience after all, something worth trying.

"Then it's settled. See you tomorrow."

"Mm, see you tomorrow."

After ending the chat, Xifeng quickly opened her browser and thoroughly read through the "Theresa Apocalypse" entry on Moegirl Wiki.

But after reading Theresa's entry, Xifeng immediately regretted her previous decision. The reason was simple—this character's lines... were truly more embarrassing than the last.

"Theresa is the world's cutest."

"Want to take a nap with Theresa?"

"Hmm~~ What? Being tall makes you so great?"

"Keep touching and you won't grow taller!"

Having her read out these extremely embarrassing lines while pretending to be serious and fitting the character's mindset... so difficult.

Even more than difficult was the indescribable shame. Xifeng suddenly became curious about what voice actors felt like when playing games and hearing their characters say embarrassing lines.

But since she had already agreed, even with some regret in her heart, Xifeng could only steel herself and try first.

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"The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence."

"Mmm... choose C."

Accurately catching the answer to this question, Xifeng quickly selected the correct option on her test paper.

If nothing else, Xifeng's English level was still several streets ahead of these first-year high school students. She smoothly solved all the previous reading questions and reached the final section: writing.

"Suppose you are Li Hua. Your friend Zhang San wants to travel to China. She plans to visit your city and stay at your city's most famous hot spring hotel. Please briefly introduce the precautions for this trip.

Content includes: 1: China's characteristics, 2: Tourist attractions in your city, 3: Key points for staying at the hot spring hotel.

Notes: 1: About 120 words, 2: You may add appropriate details to make the writing coherent, 3: The closing has been written for you.

Vocabulary reference: China: waterChinese, Zhang San: ChangSam"

After roughly reading through the prompt, Xifeng immediately began writing, but as she wrote she encountered a bottleneck—how do you say "hot spring" in English?

Warm water? Hot water? Gulu gulu water?

Xifeng froze for a moment. She hadn't expected that after studying for so many years, she'd be stumped by such a strange English word. No matter how much she racked her brains, she couldn't think of how to describe the term "hot spring."

Time passed minute by minute, and Xifeng still couldn't put pen to paper. Generally speaking, what English composition most feared were grammar errors or misspelled words, which were direct point deductions. Therefore, English teachers would often tell you that if you didn't know how to write a word or sentence pattern, try to say it differently or even not write it at all—that way you might avoid direct point deductions. But "hot spring" was a word specifically mentioned in the prompt that she had to write, so she really couldn't avoid it.

Feeling that no amount of thinking would produce results, Xifeng simply gritted her teeth and wrote on the paper: "the water which is hot but not too hot."

Not only did this perfectly express the characteristics of hot springs, but it could also directly contribute nearly 10 words to the word count—killing two birds with one stone.

After finishing the morning English exam, only one subject remained for finals: comprehensive sciences.

Comprehensive sciences didn't pose much difficulty for Xifeng. The two-and-a-half-hour exam time, she had basically completed the entire paper in less than two hours. The only slightly troublesome problem was the final physics question.

"As shown in Figure 6, using constant force F through a smooth fixed pulley, pull an object at rest on an inclined plane from position A to position B. The object can be regarded as a particle. The fixed pulley is at height h above the horizontal plane. When the object is at positions A and B, the angles between the string and the inclined plane are α and β respectively. The angle between the inclined plane and horizontal plane is γ. The coefficient of kinetic friction between the box and inclined plane is μ=0.4. Find..."

Find your ass! Only you physics problem writers would spend all day pulling objects back and forth on pulleys for no reason!

Xifeng complained internally with dissatisfaction. This reminded her of a mocking saying: Mathematics is humans creating problems for themselves, then getting stumped by them.

This saying certainly wasn't correct, but it dramatically pointed out the history of mathematics.

Xifeng bit her thumb while continuously drawing force analysis diagrams on scratch paper with her right hand. Ten minutes passed, and she still had nothing.

This problem was somewhat similar to the final major problem on the previous math exam—specifically designed to create score gaps, with quite high difficulty.

Feeling somewhat discouraged, Xifeng slumped powerlessly on her desk, drawing on scratch paper while muttering: "Friction... angle... leg angle... work... attack..."

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For some reason, as she wrote, Bei Yaoyue's smiling face flashed before Xifeng's eyes, and she involuntarily recalled Bei Yaoyue's promise from last night—as long as she could test into Class 1, she could be on top once!

Thinking of this, Xifeng immediately sat up straight, fighting spirit reigniting in her heart.

Damn it, fired up!

It was just one little work problem—how could someone who was going to be on top be stumped by a problem about work?!

I, Xifeng, would stake my life today to solve this problem!