Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Well……"

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".

"Ah."

"You've lived in the villa for so long, have you noticed any changes in yourself?"

"change?"

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

"is it?"

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 had some effect.

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

Is my adopted sister really so stupid that even the system can't save her?

"Brother!"

Baima suddenly remembered something: "I have something to tell you!"

"Ok?"

"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 kicked Ding Heng hard with her short legs in bed: "You little brat, 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, we 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."

"Ah."

"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 'not bad'?!"

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 something under her breath.

"You stinky brother..."

Ding Heng turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness.

【Spiritual Dew】is indeed effective, but the effect varies 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, could it be considered... different paths leading 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 in the last mock exam... I don't know if she can perform exceptionally well today."

"You've been saying it 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 a place 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 the test papers were handed out, she scanned them from beginning to end.

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 way...

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.

No taste.

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 head.

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... done?

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.