Chapter 85: Daily Life
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 85: Daily Life
Time flew by.
Ever since that day Tan Han brought me back to the bakery in a princess carry, Senior Sister Ying Shiqian had nearly teased me to death. After all, she knew I used to be a boy. I felt like this was destined to become a permanent stain on my record—my ultimate "black history."
What made the "social death" even worse was learning from Ying Shiqian that Senior Sister Tang Yihan seemed to have guessed my secret as well. It seemed only Xia Li, our shopkeeper whose head was perpetually in the clouds, still hadn't noticed.
I eventually asked Tan Han why she had carried me back like that. Wouldn't it have been better to just wake me up?
She claimed I was dead to the world and wouldn't budge even after she called my name several times. So, she just took matters into her own hands. When I still didn't wake up, she decided this was the most convenient posture to carry me home. She even added that if I didn't like it, she could try throwing me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes next time.
In short, I didn't get any leverage over Tan Han. All I got was my original ten-thousand-yuan fee. I’d almost forgotten about it; if I hadn't remembered, I would have missed out on a small fortune. Since the money had cleared, I naturally wasn't going to press the issue. After all... that was the unique "money-power" of a rich girl.
After Tan Han successfully completed her meditation, the Shopkeeper treated us to another feast. Although it was just a symbolic celebratory meal for those of us at the bakery, it was a thousand times better than eating bread all day.
I used to think there was no way I’d get tired of all the bread in the shop within just a few days. Now I realized how easy it was to get sick of it—or rather, my stomach just wasn't built for it.
Later on, Tan Han also joined the club where I practiced flying. However, she wasn't under Senior Sister Tu Qingxue’s wing, but was assigned to another senior. Still, that didn't stop her from coming over to chat with me whenever she was free.
Tan Han’s name seemed to be quite famous. Even Senior Sister Tu Qingxue would occasionally come over to fish for info about her. After all, as a "Full Score Academic God" of this year's intake, she naturally attracted the "academic dregs" who wanted to come and pay their respects.
Tan Han didn't disappoint her title, either. Despite starting later than me, she spent only a few days clearing the club's theory assessment to qualify for the official license exam.
Meanwhile, I was still spending my spare time grinding through a question bank that seemed practically bottomless.
It wasn't until today that I finally passed the theory knowledge assessment.
During this period, I even had to pay for a retake out of my own pocket. Fortunately, the theory exam fee wasn't high—just a double-digit sum—so failing once was manageable.
This immediately put a significant gap between Tan Han and me, but I didn't mind. I could face the disparity between myself and an Academic God head-on; after all, comparison is the thief of joy.
Passing the theory meant I could officially start preparing for the practical license exam. I might not be great at theory, but I was a natural at practical application!
Senior Sister Tu Qingxue usually praised me, saying my balance, reflexes, and control were all excellent.
Back in my previous life, I had failed the theory portions of my driver's license—Subjects One and Four—once each. But when it came to getting behind the wheel for Subjects Two and Three, I passed with a perfect score on my first try.
Even though I never ended up owning a car, that didn't change the fact that I had a license!
Since I had spent the afternoon preparing for the theory assessment, Senior Sister Tu Qingxue let me go home early once it was over. It was a bit of a reward for reaching this milestone.
And so, I returned to the villa early.
As usual, I came back hoping to find a new roommate. As the first freshman to arrive, I was ready to enthusiastically help them adjust to their new life, but I hadn't had the chance yet.
I also made sure to clean the villa regularly to keep it tidy, just in case a new roommate showed up to a mess.
As for why I had to do it manually, that came down to the energy consumption of the smart butler, Little Ox-Horse.
It was a total mana hog. The villa's main mana meter was dropping every day. I had tried to supply it with power, but even if I emptied my entire Mana Source, it only amounted to one unit. In other words, a single digit on that meter represented the total capacity of one Mana Source.
It took a full day for a Mana Source to completely recover. I had tested this specifically; though my measurement wasn't perfectly precise, I had asked a senior sister, and she gave me a very accurate answer that confirmed my guess.
So, my measly bit of mana really wasn't enough to sustain that kind of consumption. Even my phone drained my mana!
After exploring the phone's various functions, I found its energy consumption wasn't small either, though it wasn't as ridiculous as Little Ox-Horse.
When I entered the villa, it was as silent as ever. No one had been here.
I checked the time. Although I’d been let off early, by the time I got back, the afternoon was almost over.
My life had been fairly disciplined lately. The flying club provided meals, so I usually had dinner there. It wasn't free for me, though it was for the club's senior sisters.
You could really see the disparity between clubs from things like that. Some clubs had their own dedicated canteens, while others—to prevent their club grounds from being reclaimed—had to set up a bakery that constantly lost money.
I won't say which club I'm talking about; we have to save some face, after all.
That said, I didn't actually have any prejudice against the Baking House. I had a good time there and had even picked up a bit of baking skill.
I actually had a lot of affection for the place. After all, where else could you get paid to slack off? No other job could compare.
While my skills weren't exactly stunning yet, I was quite adept at stepping in at the critical moment to stop Senior Sister Tang Yihan from creating "Dark Cuisine." If I couldn't stop her, I could at least tip off Senior Sister Ying Shiqian so we could make a run for it.
Because of this, Ying Shiqian and I had developed a deep, strategic partnership.
Now that I was back early, how was I going to handle dinner?
The Witch Academy naturally had canteens, but they weren't close to where I lived. If I had to go that far, I might as well just grab something on the street.
In the end, I decided to order delivery!
Delivery within the Witch Academy wasn't cheap, and it wasn't connected to the delivery apps or riders from the outside world. The deliveries were actually handled by students from a specific club. it was a great way for part-time students to earn money during their gaps between classes.
You didn't even need to download an app. You just had to find the corresponding delivery club within the Academy System, and it would generate a delivery interface right on your phone.
The "Academy System" on the phone provided by the school was truly impressive; you basically couldn't do anything without it.
When I was bored, I liked to dig through it for interesting things and discover new uses. For instance, I had found many internal gaming clubs and downloaded quite a few fun games through them.
I could even find interesting novels written by senior sisters in the online library. There were serialized ones, and I even found some "racy" ones. I’d already bookmarked quite a few. A few had been banned for crossing the line, but I kept the source files just to prove those books had once existed.