My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 28 Routine Examination

Boys and girls are just different. Song Che had finished washing up and scratched his messy hair in front of the mirror. He turned his head and saw Xia Li still struggling with her messy silver hair. After sleeping all night, the unruly silver hair stood up again, shimmering with golden edges in the sunlight.

Song Che could tell that Xia Li was the type of person who didn't sleep well. The sheets were probably rolled up into a ball from her kicking. He didn't dare to think about who would sleep with her and whether they would be kicked awake in the middle of the night and then kicked to death in bed.

"I'm going to buy breakfast, you can take your time combing your hair."

"...I want to go too."

"I'll be right up." Song Che pulled out a few small black hair ties from his pocket. He had asked the doctor for them when he went to the small clinic to change his dressing the day before yesterday, but he had forgotten to give them to her. "Put your hair up while you wait for me. It's not very convenient to keep it down."

Song Che went downstairs to buy breakfast.

Xia Li held the black ring in her hand and spread it out in her palm.

What should be the first step?

In her original world, maids would style her hair, and magic would keep it forever smooth. But here, she had to do everything herself.

She walked to the mirror and saw her silver hair and those confused blue eyes. She picked up a comb, dipped it in water, and combed her hair from the top to the ends, her movements gradually becoming smoother. Then, imitating the maid she remembered, she used her fingers to gather her hair up, while her other hand tried to loosen the hair tie—

The first time, the rubber band snapped back and wrapped around my fingertip.

The second time, half of her hair slipped through her fingers.

It wasn't until the third time that the girl in the mirror had a different silhouette.

Her silver hair was tied up, revealing her fair neck and ears, with a few stray strands brushing against her cheeks.

The aloofness that enveloped her seemed to be softened a bit by this simple hairstyle—the high ponytail made her look more like a girl her age, but the otherworldly quality in her eyes still set her apart.

She washed up, and her movements were much more practiced than yesterday.

They no longer stare blankly at the toothbrush when brushing their teeth, and they know to look down at the sink when rinsing their mouths.

After washing her hands, she stood in front of the door, staring blankly at the spot where Song Che had left. For a moment, Xia Li felt as if she had returned to that empty castle. What if Song Che didn't come back? Would she have to wait another hundred years...?

About a few minutes.

"Xia Li, please open the door for me."

"...They're here!"

She dried her hands, jogged over, and opened the door.

Song Che carried three bags of boxed xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) in one hand, the soup sloshing inside the thin skin, and in the other hand he carried soy milk and hot and sour soup, the plastic bags steaming with white mist.

"Don't eat too much in the morning, just a light snack is fine." He placed the breakfast on the small table, then turned to the living room to pack his schoolbag—two black pens, a sharpened pencil, and an eraser in a hidden compartment. After checking, he zipped it up.

"...Can I come with you?"

"No." Song Che slung his backpack over his shoulder, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Wait for me at home, I'll be back at noon. If you're bored, read a book, or..."

He glanced at Bruce, who was curled up on the sofa. "Troublesome cat."

"……oh."

Her voice held a hint of disappointment, but she quickly composed herself.

Xia Li walked to the table and sat down, beginning to figure out how to open the plastic packaging.

Song Che walked to the door and couldn't help but look back.

Sunlight slanted down on her. Her high silver ponytail swayed as she bent down to open a bag. Her eyelashes were lowered, her expression focused, and her greedy mouth was slightly open.

"Xia Li looks pretty with her hair in a high ponytail."

Song Che closed the door and went downstairs.

I'll definitely submit this exam. Xia Li is new here and doesn't know anything about modern times, and Song Che has forgotten most of it too. There's no way around it. I'll just have to take a look at the exam format and try again next time to save face!

……

Chapter One: Miss Chinese Language, Help Me Up!

Chapter Two: An unexpected encounter with Miss Math, whom I couldn't defeat despite my best efforts.

Chapter Three: The Fierce Battle Against Miss Math, Not Invincible.

I finished Chapter 4 in one go; I spoke too loudly.

Chapter 5 What should we eat for lunch?

Is there another test on Chapter Six this afternoon?

Song Che was sweating profusely.

He wasn't sure if the seven teachers would call him into their offices and gang up on him when the results came out.

Really? Definitely!

If someone usually behaves averagely in class, doesn't talk or cause trouble, but suddenly gets the lowest score, they might be seen as challenging the teacher and expelled.

Who is the kindest person in your family who can answer this question?

Even when Einstein came, he stuck out his tongue before leaving.

Song Che looked up at the proctor and the time, then looked down and silently wrote a word on the answer sheet.

"untie:"

I can't figure it out!

Song Che sat there blankly, copying the original exam questions, thinking about what to eat for lunch, whether Xia Li would tamper with dangerous electrical appliances, and whether Bruce had woken up yet. When there was only half an hour left before the exam ended, Song Che got up and did something only a top student would do.

In the math exam, there's no checking; you hand in your paper half an hour early.

Don't be fooled by his densely written answer sheet; it's all just a facade to appease others.

Stepping out of the exam hall, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, feeling refreshed and invigorated!

Song Che had once heard Sister Menkan say something that he had dismissed, but now he realized it made perfect sense.

The more successful you are, the more tiring it is. Being ordinary is not so bad.

"Buying groceries, heading home!"

……

When Xia Li was found, she was sleeping with Bruce in her arms at the door. She had her hands tucked into her sleeves and her neck shrank, looking rather silly.

creak-

Xia Li opened her eyes, smacked her lips, and when her gaze returned to calm, her expression changed from 'simple-minded' to 'cold and aloof' as she noticed Song Che pushing the door open and entering with several strange bags.

Song Che suppressed a laugh and closed the door.

"Are you trying to say that you just happened to be carrying Bruce to the door, you were a little sleepy, so you dozed off for a bit, and then you just happened to run into me when you came back, and then you just happened to wake up?"

"...Yes, you're right."

This time, Xia Li didn't move the small stool. Instead, she bent her legs against the wall, wiped her mouth with her hand, and stood up while holding onto the wall.

"What did Song Che do this morning? Was it required by the rules of this world?"

"It's an exam, but it has nothing to do with magic. It's about arithmetic and literacy. I'll teach you some later, which will help you adapt to society." Song Che helped Xia Li up from the ground. "Today I'll let you try something good. Just wash your hands and wait for your meal."

Song Che took the contents of the bag to the kitchen: several packets of instant noodles and a bag of hand-torn noodles. Xia Li and Bruce stood at attention at the kitchen door, watching Song Che cook.

"Do you need any help?" Xia Li asked, her voice less hesitant than before.

"No need, this is easy to make, it'll only take a few minutes." Song Che rinsed the pot clean, added some water to boil, took out some vegetables and eggs from the refrigerator, prepared them simply, and then opened the instant noodle package. "I have an exam this afternoon, it's expected to last four hours. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll buy it and make it."

"Can I come with you this afternoon?"

"No, you can go for a walk by yourself once your leg is better. If your leg isn't better, you can only go out if I take you." Song Che wasn't being controlling, but he knew Xia Li's survival skills. The farthest she had ever gone was the No. 1 Middle School Hotel. She had run out on her own and gotten lost, and they couldn't find her anywhere.

A wild witch's fate is nothing more than being locked up in a mental hospital or sent to a rescue center. If she encounters a bad one, she might be tricked into being sold into the mountains.

Luckily, Xia Li was fortunate enough to meet herself as soon as she transmigrated.

Song Che added:

"I want to emphasize that if you run around, the good food will be gone."

Xia Li hugged Bruce, pursed her lips and didn't say anything, her toes tapping the ground repeatedly.

Da da da da—

Well, His Highness is sulking again.

Song Che was helpless.

"Maybe I can take you to the library tomorrow." Song Che opened the pot lid, put in the instant noodle ingredients and stirred it. "Let me see how things go. You have silver hair, so you'll need to disguise yourself to get in."

I cracked a few eggs, then put instant noodles and hand-pulled noodles into the pot. The unique aroma of instant noodles filled the kitchen and permeated the living room.