It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

My great-grandmother was never academically inclined. The saying goes, "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent," and being a member of a bloodline family meant she had to learn more than girls from ordinary families. She entered a private school at four and left at twelve—frankly, she slept her way through school. Having lived for over a hundred years, her knowledge base was probably less than that of an average university student, excluding her experience within the bloodline world.

Normally, I would fall asleep as soon as I entered the private school, but this time I managed to stay awake for half an hour, mainly because it was new and I had never seen a private school in this era before.

The worst student ever is the one who gets called on by the teacher to take a test.

A flurry of gazes fell upon the beautiful girl with a beauty mark under her left eye.

"I...I'm not your student," the great-grandmother explained sullenly.

Professor Qin didn't take it to heart and laughed, "Now that you're in the classroom, you're my student. Answer the questions boldly, don't be afraid of making mistakes."

Grandma thought to herself, "Indeed, all crows are black, and all teachers are equally vicious."

During her childhood, her teacher would often use exams as an excuse to slap her palms to vent his personal anger.

Unexpectedly, even after being dead for over a hundred years, he still could not escape his fate.

Grandma, barefoot and unafraid of those wearing shoes, stretched out her delicate white hand: "Sir, I don't know how to do this problem. Should I be punished?"

Perhaps finding their great-grandmother's way of speaking amusing, the students burst into laughter.

Professor Qin paused for a moment, then said, "There is no standard answer to this question. Feel free to share your opinion."

"I have no objection, you can still punish me with the rod."

"You can ask your classmates for help."

"If you won't ask for help, then punish me with the rod."

"You..." Professor Qin said helplessly, "You should sit down and stop talking."

"Oh," Grandma responded crisply and sat down calmly.

Professor Qin's gaze swept across the students again, finally settling on the equally outstanding-looking student who had also spoken out, and announced loudly, "The female student in the black short-sleeved shirt, you answer."

Sanwu stood up and said sincerely, "I don't know how to do it."

Professor Qin frowned: "I won't punish you. Say whatever you want."

With a serious expression, Sanwu said, "I can't do it, but I suggest the professor ask a different question."

Professor Qin: "What's the problem?"

Sanwu: "You can ask me, if every drop of water could represent a blessing, then I would give you an ocean. Please do a sentence imitation exercise!"

Professor Qin had no idea what the girl was thinking. He wondered what she meant by something deeper. The professor also liked students who were thoughtful and had their own opinions, so he smiled and said, "Young lady, please make a sentence that imitates the idea that if every drop of water could represent a blessing, then I would give you an ocean."

Sanwu glanced down at the books on the table, then looked up and said earnestly, "If every flower represents a blessing, then I would give you a wreath!"

Li Xianyu: "..."

Professor Qin: "..."

The whole class: "..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

She herself keenly noticed this change and was quite pleased.

The air was more than just quiet; it was suffocating. Li Xianyu glanced at the book on her desk in the oppressive atmosphere and saw the last sentence: "Xiao Ming, get out."

Li Xianyu: (￢_￢)

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"Sanwu, I'm telling you seriously, you can't talk like that, you'll get beaten up."

Walking up the stairs of the teaching building, Li Xianyu complained, "I think I'm going to fail Professor Qin. Luckily, I don't care about grades anymore since I earn 50,000 a month, otherwise I'd be doomed."

It shouldn't be surprising that the three of them were kicked out. Professor Qin pointed to the door and angrily said, "Get out!"

Sanwu was brimming with confidence: "The fact that I had such a big emotional reaction on our first meeting proves that my social skills are very effective, and the book you gave me is very useful."

"No, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours," Li Xianyu said in a fit of rage.

The person with no clues said, "Why?"

Li Xianyu said, "The correct way to socialize is to make the other person feel happy, joyful, and comfortable, not to hurt their feelings."

Sanwu: "But your great-grandmother said this book is very funny and cheerful."

How do you explain this?

Li Xianyu was also confused. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Grandma's happiness is because she is from the perspective of an observer and finds it funny and ridiculous. But you are the one involved, and the one involved will not feel happy."

Sanwu seemed to be deep in thought.

Li Xianyu looked at her and asked, "Do you understand?"

Sanwu opened the book and read aloud: "You seem to be teasing me."

Great-grandmother: "Pfft."

Li Xianyu: "..."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Oh well, he couldn't be bothered with her. He wasn't one to lecture others, so he'd just let her be.

Social skills are something that can't be taught, nor do they need to be; they come from experience and maturity. Some people can become worldly and sophisticated in just a few years, while others never understand what "social skills" are. But whether they are worldly or stubborn, they are all based on a lifetime of life experience.

However, Sanwu was not. From the time she could remember, she was trained as an assassin. Her life as a human being only lasted for a few short years after joining Baoze.

She may have been trying to change herself and become more like an ordinary person, but there is really no better way than to let time work its magic.

There were two elective classes in the afternoon, but Li Xianyu didn't plan to attend. He was already earning 50,000 yuan a month; what was the point of a graduation certificate? The former Li Xianyu was dead; the current him was Niohuru Bloodline Li Xianyu.

On the way out of school, Li Xianyu insisted that they continue to link arms with him, putting on a perfect act. If nothing unexpected happened, given the gossip-loving nature of the students at the University of Finance and Economics, Li Xianyu would soon become a sensation in various class chat groups and on the campus forum.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, I took my great-grandmother and Sanwu shopping. I spent Sanwu's money to buy some daily necessities and clothes. Hmm, being a kept woman is quite nice.

The great-grandmother swiped her unregistered credit card without a second thought and bought three air purifiers for her great-grandson, telling him that the items were expensive and he shouldn't waste them, and that he should practice his breathing exercises properly.

This reminded Li Xianyu of the same excuse his mother used when she bought him exercise books when he was a child.

As the sun set, before the rush hour, Li Xian took them back to their neighborhood by subway. During rush hour, the subway is always packed with people, making it painful for men, women, and children of all ages.

Therefore, he tries to avoid peak hours. He has lived in Shanghai for twenty years and has never seen a beautiful woman rated 8 or higher during rush hour, which shows that beautiful women also know to avoid peak hours.

The Shaxian Hotel is now open for business. As Li Xianyu passed by the store, he looked inside and saw the owner, who was frying rice noodles while staring at the dark circles under his eyes. Zhang Chen had already passed away, so he probably wasn't having nightmares anymore.

Grandma was right. There is cause and effect in this world, and what goes around comes around.

He looked around but didn't see the Samoyed. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling.

The three of them went into the braised chicken restaurant and ordered pork rib rice. Li Xianyu asked the owner, "Where's the dog by the door?"

The shop owner still remembers Li Xianyu, mainly because he was a nobody and his great-grandmother was so beautiful that it was hard to forget him. She said, "He's dead."

Li Xianyu was struck dumb: "Dead?!"

The old lady said, "It died under the tree this morning. The property management has already taken care of the body. That scumbag is finally dead. It was so smelly and kept coming to my shop. It was so annoying."

Li Xianyu, who had initially been quite moved by the tragic separation of the owner and dog the previous night, suddenly felt overwhelmed by a surge of sorrow.