Under someone else's roof, Ye Xunzhi bowed her head in grief and indignation.
[The Yellow River's waters are my tears.]
Ye Chuyan couldn't help curling his lips into a smile. His good mood lasted right up until Ye Xunzhi finished a Chinese exam paper.
He looked incredulous. "Classical Chinese translation: 'While your parents are alive, do not travel far.' Your answer was..."
Ye Xunzhi answered confidently, "Your parents are in my hands. You won't get far."
Ye Chuyan: "..."
You're criminally good at this. Even I wouldn't dare be this brazen on an exam paper.
"Little sis."
Ye Chuyan's sense of responsibility, which had run away from home for years, suddenly returned. For once, he decided to have a heart-to-heart with his little sister.
"You'll have exams when school starts. What kind of result do you think you'll get if you go to school in your current state? Tell me in four words."
He had to make her understand the seriousness of the situation.
Hearing this, Ye Xunzhi pondered for a moment. "Failure before the start."
"Why that?"
"Because before it's even started, I can already tell I'll fail."
"Honestly!" Ye Chuyan said in exasperation. "Is studying really that hard?"
Ye Xunzhi puffed out her cheeks. "That's because you've already graduated. Why don't you try? Not middle school questions-college ones."
Ye Chuyan actually took up the challenge. "Fine, I will."
He had nothing else to do anyway.
Two minutes later, Ye Chuyan stood on the balcony with a pen and bowed to the heavens.
Holding the college questions on her phone, Ye Xunzhi asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Quiet." Ye Chuyan's face was full of devotion. "I'm asking a god to possess me."
"Which god?"
"My high school self."
*[Why does he seem even less reliable than me?