Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 94 : 94 - Just Make It Up

"Please explain what kind of thoughts and feelings the author expresses with the phrase 'Good night!'?"

Looking at this reading comprehension question designed purely to make things difficult, Xifeng wanted to curse out the question writer's entire family tree.

This was just an ordinary "good night"—what thoughts and feelings could it possibly have?

She remembered something she'd seen before. In one year's college entrance exam, there was a reading question: "Why did the author write that the curtains were white? What meaning does this contain?"

The answer explained a whole bunch of things, listing four or five points. Later, the author of that article came out and said: "Because the curtains actually were white. I never thought of any of those things the answer mentioned."

Though she was cursing internally, Xifeng wouldn't write one word less of the required answer. Over the years, she'd forgotten most other things, but her ability to make things up hadn't deteriorated at all.

"The word 'night' indicates the time when the author said this, specifying that it was a pitch-black night, also metaphorically representing the darkness and cruelty of society at that time.

"The word 'peace/well' reveals people's mentality of being content with the status quo. To feel at peace in such oppression shows people's numbness and indifference from a side angle.

"The exclamation mark at the end of the sentence expresses the author's anger and indignation at their misfortune and frustration at their lack of fighting spirit."

Putting down her pen, Xifeng read through it again and nodded with satisfaction, thinking: What do you know, I'm pretty good at making things up.

The two-and-a-half-hour Chinese exam—Xifeng finished the entire test in less than an hour and a half.

After all, she had lived six or seven years longer than those little kids around her. While she might not match them in hard knowledge like poetry and classical texts, her language abilities were naturally countless levels higher.

With an hour left before turning in papers, Xifeng didn't know what to do.

Check her work? She had no interest in reviewing a Chinese test.

If only high school exams were like college exams, where you could finish early and leave the exam room.

Thinking this, Xifeng lay down on her desk, planning to sleep away the remaining time.

She'd barely closed her eyes when her desk received several knocks, along with the displeased voice of a middle-aged woman: "Student, please don't sleep during the exam."

"Okay..."

Answering weakly, Xifeng reluctantly sat up, mentally giving the troublesome proctor the middle finger.

She wondered what business it was of the teacher's if she slept after finishing her paper.

Unable to sleep, Xifeng could only sit there spacing out, her gaze wandering aimlessly around the room. Suddenly, some words written on the desk caught her attention.

"Heroes never die!"

This was written in black pen in the corner of the desk, standing out clearly against the light-colored surface. The handwriting was neat and gentle, looking like it came from a girl's hand.

Xifeng thought about it—wasn't this a line from the angel character in that game called "Overwatch"? Must have been written by whoever usually sat at this desk.

Perhaps out of boredom, Xifeng casually wrote with her pencil underneath: "I need healing!"

Though it was somewhat impolite to scribble on someone else's desk, the desk's owner had already written on it, so adding one line in easily erasable pencil should be fine, right?

What Xifeng never expected was that when she returned to this seat for the afternoon math exam after lunch break, not only had her morning message not been erased, but there was another line added below it.

"Classic Genji player right there."

Not expecting the desk's owner to start chatting with her this way, Xifeng became interested and wrote below: "Classic 'classic' comment right there."

Since the afternoon period was longer, including not just the math exam but also physics, both subjects were trivial for Xifeng who had returned from graduate studies.

On the way home, the two walked side by side. The setting sun's afterglow slanted across their bodies, casting long shadows on the asphalt road. Not far away by the roadside, a fat orange cat lazily rolled over and stretched.

"How did the exam go?" Bei Yaoyue asked.

Casually kicking a pebble at her feet, Xifeng laughed awkwardly: "Pretty... pretty good."

Actually, she felt terrible. Chinese was something she really had no confidence in—she felt scoring 100 would be decent this time.

In math, physics, and biology, Xifeng had gotten perfect scores many times. Chemistry was consistently perfect, but only in Chinese—forget about herself, she'd never seen anyone in her life capable of scoring 150.

It was fundamentally a subject where the grader's mood determined your score, identical to graduate exam politics—your score depended entirely on luck.

Xifeng dared say that graduate politics exams were definitely where she'd told the most lies in her life, with Chinese exams coming second.

"If you don't do well on this monthly exam..." Bei Yaoyue narrowed her eyes, staring at the sun gradually disappearing behind the horizon, "I might have to force you to study for the next month."

Xifeng froze: "Why?"

"Because your surname is now Bei Yao."

"...What's the direct connection?" Xifeng was confused. So what if her surname was Bei Yao?

"Because if you do poorly, it won't just be your face you're losing, but the entire Bei Yao family's face." Bei Yaoyue said word by word, very seriously, "So you must score in the top 56 of your grade on the final class placement exam."

Xifeng was speechless. Put that way, it did make some sense. She sighed lightly and said helplessly: "Alright, I'll do my best."

She had originally wanted to coast until the college entrance exam, but apparently that wasn't possible. Getting into the top 56... the difficulty wasn't small.

Seeing Xifeng agree, Bei Yaoyue couldn't help but smile quietly. Though she spoke seriously, actually... it wasn't like that at all.

This was the real world, not a novel—there was no such thing as "defending the Bei Yao family's honor and dignity to the death." Her reason for wanting Xifeng in Class 1 was actually quite simple and crude—that way she could be in the same class as Xifeng, making many things much more convenient. That was all.

"By the way, come with me somewhere tomorrow night."

"Where?"

"Home."

"Home?" Xifeng showed a confused expression. "Aren't we on our way home right now?"

"No... I mean home." Bei Yaoyue's voice deepened slightly, "Not our home."

Home... our home...

Pondering the difference between these two phrases, Xifeng suddenly understood: "You mean where Mom and Dad live?"

"Mm."

"Why are we suddenly going home?"

"Because... my sister came back."