Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 269 Wen Shu's College Entrance Examination

Time slipped by unnoticed.

Wenjing had a simple twentieth birthday.

Instead of the dream party Zhao Yanxi had organized, the group had a simple meal in a duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

The days passed at a leisurely pace until June 7th, the day of the college entrance examination.

At 8:30 a.m., the black Mercedes arrived at the gate of Wen Shu's examination room.

The roadside outside the school gate was already full of cars dropping off students for the exam. Parents were giving their children advice in twos and threes, with different expressions on their faces.

"take it easy."

Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look at Wenshu in the back seat, even more tense than she had been during her own exams.

"Sister, you've said that eight hundred times today."

Wen Shu smiled wryly and looked down to check her admission ticket and ID card in the transparent file bag.

Wenjing was speechless, while Wenshu got out of the car.

"Brother-in-law, sister, I'm going in."

"etc."

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up, took a bottle of drink from the armrest box and handed it over.

There was no label, and a light pink liquid sloshed inside the transparent bottle.

Wen Shu took it and examined it curiously.

"What is this?"

"It's refreshing and invigorating."

Ding Heng said casually, "If you're not thinking, just take a couple of sips."

Wen Shu didn't think much of it, unscrewed the cap and took a sip; it didn't taste like much.

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

Wen Shu stuffed the beverage bottle into the file bag, and Wen Jing chased after her, giving her final instructions.

"Be careful when doing the problems, start with the easy ones and then move on to the difficult ones, and don't get stuck on one problem for too long."

"Okay, sis."

"Remember to carefully read and understand the topic when writing your essay, so you don't go off-topic."

"understood."

"Skip the difficult math problems for now."

"sister----"

Wen Shu drawled out her words as she gently hugged Wen Jing: "Okay, okay, I believe in your smart sister!"

Wenjing realized she had been too long-winded and told Shan to take a step back.

Wen Shuchong smiled at her, waved to Ding Heng in the car, and turned to walk into the school gate.

Wenjing watched her younger sister's figure disappear around the corner of the teaching building before turning back to her car.

The car door closed, and Wenjing let out a soft breath.

Ding Heng started the car and slowly drove away from the school gate.

"Let's go find a place to have breakfast. We'll pick her up later."

"Um."

As the car turned the corner, Wenjing suddenly spoke again.

"Ding Heng".

"Um."

"Don't you think Xiaoshu is improving too fast?"

Ding Heng turned his head and glanced at her.

"Isn't it better to be fast?"

"That's good."

Wenjing pursed her lips: "It's just... a little strange."

"What's strange?"

"When she first transferred here, her progress was fairly normal. She slowly climbed from over 300th place to 280th, 250th, and just over 200th—each step was within her capabilities. But ever since we moved to the villa, her grades have started to skyrocket."

Wenjing pondered carefully, recalling, "She made it into the top 100 at the end of last semester, the top 50 in the first mock exam this semester, the top 30 in the second mock exam, and even broke into the top 10 in the last mock exam! Don't you think that's too fast? It's like she suddenly had a breakthrough!"

Ding Heng comforted her, saying, "Your sister has always been smart; it's just that her environment wasn't good before. Now that she's in a different environment, has met good teachers, and is willing to work hard, isn't it normal for her to improve quickly?"

Wenjing lowered her head and didn't say anything.

She knew Ding Heng was right.

The private school's teachers were indeed much better than those at her original vocational high school, and Wen Shu herself was also very hardworking.

But she just felt that something was off.

You're overthinking it.

Ding Heng reached out and gently ruffled Wenjing's hair: "Aren't you satisfied with her good grades?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that—"

Wenjing was discouraged and ultimately didn't finish her sentence, probably because she felt she was being overly dramatic.

The car stopped in front of the breakfast shop. Ding Heng turned off the engine and opened the door. Wen Jing followed behind him. The doubt in her heart was like an undercurrent beneath the surface of the water, gently surging and then quickly sinking.

She didn't know that her "abnormality" was not just a feeling.

After Wen Shu moved to the villa, Ding Heng did give her some food intermittently.

Sometimes I would add two drops of clear liquid to her porridge at breakfast, and sometimes I would make her a cup of milk.

【Spiritual Dew】—An item available for exchange in the system shop; a small bottle costs 200 Divine Merit Points.

The efficacy description consists of only one line: "[Improves the user's focus and memory; the effect accumulates with repeated use.]"

Ding Heng's purpose was also very simple.

Firstly, they wanted Wenshu's grades to improve quickly, thus reducing Wenjing's anxiety.

Secondly, I wanted to see what kind of effects the medicine provided by the system would have; perhaps in the future I could mass-produce geniuses.

However, the effect was milder than he had expected.

More than half a year has passed, and although Wen Shu's grades have improved by leaps and bounds, they are still within the range of normal human beings, not to mention that she herself has worked hard enough.

The math exam ended at 5 p.m.

The school gate was once again completely blocked by parents and vehicles.

Ding Heng parked the car at a slightly distant intersection. Wen Jing stood by the car, tiptoeing to look inside, and Bai Ma appeared beside her.

As the crowd surged out, Wen Shu spotted Wen Jing at a glance.

"sister!"

She excitedly jogged over; it seemed she had done well on the test.

Wenjing went up to her, eagerly asking, "How did the exam go?"

"It's alright."

Wen Shu scratched her head: "I solved the last big math problem, but I don't know if my steps were correct."

Baima exclaimed in surprise, "What? The last math question? Wasn't the trending topic today about how incredibly difficult the math exam was? Lots of people are criticizing the teacher who set the test."

Wen Shu smiled sheepishly: "Maybe—I might have written something wrong."

Ding Heng opened the car door: "Get in, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Back at the villa, Sister Jiang had already prepared dinner.

After finishing her meal, Wenshu went upstairs to take a shower.

Baima was lounging on the living room sofa scrolling through her phone, while Wenjing was in the kitchen helping Sister Jiang clear the dishes.

As Ding Heng passed by, Bai Ma suddenly kicked his shin lightly.

"What?"

Ding Heng looked down.

Bai Ma blinked at him, then turned back to scrolling through her phone as if nothing had happened.

Ding Heng ignored her—he had mainly spent time with Zhao Yanxi and Wenjing lately, and hadn't slept with Baima for a while, so the little girl was clearly a bit jealous.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Ding Heng and Wen Jing returned to the master bedroom. Zhao Yanxi was not there today, and Lin Man was in Hong Kong working on a report. The room was unusually quiet.

After taking a shower, Wenjing lay down on the bed and habitually snuggled into Ding Heng's arms.

Ding Heng reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

More than an hour later, the phone screen lit up.

Ding Heng opened his eyes and reached out.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Looking wronged.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother~

Ding Heng glanced at Wen Jing in his arms.

The little white rabbit was fast asleep, its eyelashes drooping gently, and its breathing steady.

He gently pulled his arm away from under her neck, lifted the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of the master bedroom.

The door to Baima's room was ajar, with a crack in it.

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in; the bedside lamp was still on.

Bai Ma curled up in the blanket, her big, round eyes fixed on Ding Heng, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother."

She called out softly, her voice gentle and sweet.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but lifted the blanket and lay down.

Bai Ma immediately snuggled closer, shrinking into his arms, small, warm, and with a faint milky scent.

"Why are you so late?"

She grumbled sullenly.

Ding Heng said helplessly, "We have to wait until your sister-in-law falls asleep."

"Ugh————"

Bai Ma buried her head in Ding Heng's chest.

After a moment of silence, Ding Heng asked again.

"What are your plans after Wenshu finishes her exams?"

"What plans?"

Baima raised her head and blinked.

"Wen Shu probably won't stay in this villa much after summer vacation."

Ding Heng gently patted Baima's back: "What will you do when you're all alone?"

Pema asked, "Brother, do you want me to move in with you?"

"You don't want to?"

"Ugh————"

Baima didn't answer directly. After several seconds of silence, she spoke softly.

"It's hard to say about my mother's side."

"Leave it to me, I'll go tell Auntie."

"Brother, can you persuade my mother?"

"Give it a try."

Ding Heng reached out and pinched her cheek: "What if it works?"

Baima didn't say anything more and buried her face back down.

Ding Heng asked again.

"Pema".

"Um.

"Having lived in this villa for so long, have you noticed any changes in yourself?"

"change?"

Baima pondered for a moment and said, "No."

"Yeah?"

Ding Heng continued, "Have you passed your CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) recently?"

Baima sighed, "Brother, aren't you overestimating me—"

"So, will I be able to pass the final exams this semester?"

"Can we not talk about this? —"

Baima buried her face even deeper, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich.

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

Logically speaking, Baima and Wenshu have lived together for so long, and she has drunk quite a bit of the [Spiritual Spring Dew] on and off, so it should have some effect.

How did Wen Shu jump from over 100th place to the top ten, while Bai Ma remains the same?

Could it be that my adopted sister is so stupid that she can't even save the system?

"Brother!"

Suddenly, Baima remembered something: "I have something to tell you!"

"Um?"

"I've been empowered!"

Ding Heng blinked.

"Weren't you supposed to be empowered throughout the entire season?"

"This time is different!"

"What's the difference?"

"Before, someone else would play for me, but this time I played it all myself!"

"You can get empowered? You've unlocked something?"

Ding Heng had seen Baima's gaming skills before; they were at the level of Silver and Gold, but were a far cry from being truly empowered.

"What do you mean?!"

Bai Ma, with her short legs, kicked Ding Heng hard in bed: "You bastard, I'm not that kind of person!"

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Okay, okay—my sister definitely didn't cheat!"

He made a couple of lighthearted jokes before offering reassurance.

"Go to sleep, you have to get up early with Wenshu tomorrow."

Baima hummed softly and slowly closed her eyes, but couldn't help but call out softly again.

"Brother."

"Um."

"Does the fact that I can get the Empowerment skill mean I'm not as useless as I seem?"

Ding Heng ran his fingers through her hair, remaining silent for two seconds.

"It's alright."

"What do you mean 'okay'?!"

Baima kicked him again.

Ding Heng simply spread his legs and clamped her restless little legs tightly between them.

"Alright, go to sleep."

Baima struggled twice but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up and muttered under her breath, "You stinky brother—"

Ding Heng turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness. The [Spiritual Spring Dew] was indeed effective, but the results varied from person to person.

However, Wen Shu studied while the medication was taking effect, and her grades improved rapidly.

While the medication was taking effect, Baima played games, using gold to boost her power.

So, it can be considered that different paths lead to the same destination?

Ding Heng sighed silently.

But that's alright, at least it proves that this girl isn't too stupid.

The physics exam was scheduled for the next day, starting at 9:00 AM.

Before Wen Shu entered the examination room, Ding Heng, as usual, handed her an unlabeled drink.

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

Wen Shu took the drink, turned around, and walked into the school gate.

Wenjing stood by the car, muttering to herself.

"Physics is her weakest subject; she only scored in the seventies on the last mock exam—I wonder if she can perform exceptionally well today."

"You've been saying that the whole way."

Ding Heng opened the car door, his tone helpless: "Once she's inside, you can calm down for a bit. Let's find somewhere to sit down, and I'll come back to pick her up later."

Wenjing pursed her lips, bent down, and got into the car.

Inside the examination room, Wen Shu found her seat, placed the document bag on the corner of the table, and took a deep breath.

When she tried curling her hair, she first swept it all over from head to toe.

Multiple choice questions, not bad.

The experimental question is a bit convoluted.

The big questions—her gaze fell on the last calculation problem, and her heart skipped a beat.

It's the type she's least good at.

Wen Shu bit the pen cap, forcing herself to start from the beginning.

I did fairly well on the multiple-choice questions, struggled with the fill-in-the-blank questions, and guessed roughly on the experimental questions.

By the time she got to the big questions, her palms were already sweating.

I managed to write two steps for the first mechanics problem.

The second question was about thermodynamics, and it listed several formulas.

The third course —

She stared at the complex magnetic field diagram, her mind feeling heavy and unable to process anything, as if it were stuffed with a wad of wet cotton.

Wen Shu put down her pen, rubbed her temples, picked up the bottle of light pink liquid, unscrewed the cap, and took a small sip.

It doesn't taste like much.

She put the bottle back and picked up the pen again.

I still have no ideas.

Wen Shu hesitated for two seconds, then picked up the bottle again and took a big gulp.

Then—it was like something clicked softly in my mind.

Wen Shu picked up her pen, and formulas sprang out one after another, as if a clear line was guiding her pen tip forward.

When she was halfway through writing, Wen Shu stopped and reread the question.

No, we forgot one condition.

She crossed out two lines, rewrote them, and this time it flowed better.

When the final results came out, she was even a little dazed.

That's it?

Wen Shu looked down at the bottle in her hand, unscrewed the cap, and took another sip.

I didn't drink much this time, just enough to moisten my lips.

The questions that followed seemed to have been solved beforehand.

It was a strange feeling, like my brain suddenly became much sharper.

Wen Shu put down her pen, glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw that there were still twenty minutes left before the exam ended.

When she usually does physics tests, she always finishes writing right on time, and often only gets to the beginning of many of the more difficult questions.

Today, she actually finished the game 20 minutes early.

Wen Shu checked it again.

Multiple choice question, no problem.

All the answers to the fill-in-the-blank questions were correct.

The main question — the steps are complete, so the result should be fine too.

Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.

Wen Shu looked up and her gaze fell on the pink drink on the corner of the table.

The glass bottle was clean and dry, with no words indicating what it was.

Wen Shu raised her hand: "Teacher, I'm handing in my paper."

The proctor walked over, glanced at her answer sheet, and then at the clock on the wall.

"Want to check again?"

"It has been checked."