My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 151 Her Song Che, Her Song Che

The days passed in a flurry of activity. The refrigerator always had a few popsicles left, and Song Che would always replenish them in time, but he would make sure Xia Li ate her popsicles as usual.

Xia Li can't resist human food; half of the money she earns from manual labor goes into it.

She eats when she's sad, she eats when she's happy, she eats when she's bored, and she snacks whenever she has nothing to do. Song Che noticed that she's gained a lot of weight recently. In the summer, when she wears thin clothes, he can easily spot that Xia Li has a little belly.

Last time I used my lap as a pillow, my lower abdomen was flat, but now it looks a bit fleshy.

It's very soft if you squeeze it.

She has gained weight.

I've gained five or six pounds.

If it weren't for the fact that she would take Song Che for a walk every afternoon after dinner, she would have gained more than ten pounds.

Unlock the new form directly.

Xia Li, the chubby little girl.

Although Xia Li loves to eat, she is not stingy. She always shares some snacks with Song Che. As a foodie, sharing food with others is undoubtedly a failure.

Foodies should honestly finish all the food.

Xia Li and the bad woman sometimes play a game of pretending to be Xia Li, but Song Che can no longer tell the difference. The bad woman's imitation skills are gradually improving, and her personality is becoming just like Xia Li's, sometimes sullen.

In the end, they couldn't tell the difference, so they stopped playing. The "bad woman" would meditate and read novels instead of playing games, and her bookshelf started to have more fantasy novels about cultivating immortality.

It seems the two of them have talked about everything they needed to talk about recently. Apart from her usual foodie tendencies kicking in, Xia Li just lies on the bed bored, with nothing much to do each day. Xia Li ponders some questions about existence.

The final answer was vague.

Or rather, it's not that it's vague, but that she doesn't like it.

She still has some doubts.

Logically speaking, she is no different from a normal human being.

Witches are no different from humans; the difference lies in magic and the ability to perceive emotions.

She has basically solved all of these problems.

But why haven't bad women disappeared yet?

If she were no longer a witch, she wouldn't have such an obsession until the end of the world, and the bad woman would disappear. But now the bad woman is still alive and kicking, and she even takes away her snacks. Xia Li is so angry that she grinds her teeth.

This wicked woman is quite formidable, and also hypocritical. She claims to have experienced all of this, so she justifies preventing her from using magic, all in order to turn her into a real person.

Xia Li felt that she already was.

But reality says otherwise.

She lay on the bed and secretly glanced at the bad woman.

There is no sign of it disappearing.

Based on Xia Li's understanding of herself, the other party was very likely lying.

Because she does this when she's lying.

As for where she was being lied to, she couldn't figure it out.

Because this logic seems sound at first glance.

The wicked woman seemed to have finished her meditation, leaned over and sat down beside her. "Would you like to hear what the future holds?"

"I want to hear it."

This is one of the topics they talk about most.

This includes the people he will meet in the future, the women who will threaten his position, whether Song Che will be improper, and what trouble he might cause in the future.

The wicked woman didn't look at Xia Li, who was lying face down, and continued in her usual tone, "In the future, I tried some interesting things, such as imitating humans, imitating them in every way."

"I've thought about this, but I can't put it into practice."

"I suggest you don't practice it, or go to the world I created to practice it. You also have the ability to enter dreams," the wicked woman continued. "I used magic to completely imitate a stage of myself as a human, from birth to adulthood, and finally to old age. My physical condition is also random. At first, I don't feel any changes, and I can still do whatever I want. But as I get older, the human body ages, and I can't do many things anymore."

"Yes, I know that."

"I suddenly feel you should experience this." The wicked woman showed a rare moment of contemplation. "Time is precious because it is finite. Humans are at their best when they are young because they will age. Witches don't have this concern, which is an advantage for witches. But at the same time, witches lose something in return—their appreciation for time and their health. In endless time, they can only taste loneliness and cannot truly taste happiness. And I want to taste happiness, so—I need what you understand."

"I will try." Xia Li felt she wanted to give it a try. As an observer, she had a completely different perspective than experiencing things firsthand. She now understood a principle: most things in the world require personal experience, feeling joy and pain, to know whether something is good or bad.

Otherwise, one will still harbor a sense of wishful thinking.

In other words, you can't teach someone by just one person, but you can learn something by just one instruction.

The bad woman continued, "I wanted to experience this because of Song Che. I wanted to experience Song Che's life, but I found that it was actually quite good. Life was fulfilling and there weren't too many burdens."

"Yes." Xia Li, as a witch, also agreed with this idea. Just like many people, she would have a biased view of a path she hadn't taken before, believing that choosing this path would definitely be better than the one she was currently on.

But she still wanted Song Che to experience her life.

When you like someone, you want to be with them forever.

Just like the saying goes, "May we find one heart to share and stay together until our hair turns white," separation always brings pain.

The wicked woman suddenly reached out and produced an object out of thin air. "An elixir of immortality, one bottle. This elixir is more terrifying than the forbidden one. I made it, but there's only one bottle left."

"How did you make it?" Xia Li was very curious. She had been researching this for a hundred years, but had never found a way.

"Only a witch can make this," the wicked woman whispered, "This potion will create another witch. I'm just using the term 'witch,' but if given to Song Che, he'll become just like you before. What would you choose?"

"I choose—"

"Can't decide, can you?" the wicked woman laughed.

"Um.

""

"If you can't choose, then don't choose." The wicked woman put the potion away. "These are all other paths, but the path I want to take is another one. You'll see when you succeed."

"—Can't we say now?"

"What I'm thinking is that you and Song Che both have a choice, and both can regret it."

"—Is this possible?"

"Sure, but it takes time and practice." The wicked woman sat back on the balcony. "I'm trying, but there's one more thing—Song Che needs to check his grades today, and that's the most important thing."

It's a cloudy day today.

When Song Che woke up in the morning, it wasn't very bright, and the air was sticky. He stood by the window and glanced outside. There was no one in the alley, the leaves of the old trees were still, and even the cicadas weren't chirping.

This kind of weather is the most uncomfortable; it's like it's going to rain but it doesn't, and it's like it's going to be sunny but it doesn't, making people feel restless and anxious.

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He didn't sleep well last night.

It wasn't because he was nervous; Xia Li kept rummaging through the refrigerator in the living room, grabbing an ice pop or a carton of yogurt—he heard her do this three or four times. Later, he drifted off to sleep, vaguely feeling someone cover him with a blanket, which woke him up because he was too hot. He couldn't fall back asleep for a long time.

He glanced at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth.

My eyes are a little swollen, but I feel okay.

It's been almost a month since the college entrance exam ended, and he hasn't thought much about his scores. He checked his answers on the day of the exam: he got one multiple-choice question wrong in Chinese, the third part of the last math problem was off, his English essay was rushed, but his science score went better than usual. He estimated his score to be between 630 and 650, but that number was a blur in his mind; he couldn't remember it, and he didn't want to think about it.

This score was much higher than usual, and I did very well on the exam.

When Xia Li came out of the bathroom, the two Xia Lis were already sitting in the living room. Xia Li was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding an ice pop in her hand.

Our daily routine is to eat popsicles at eight o'clock.

"Are the results coming out today?" Xia Li asked.

Song Che was taken aback. "How did you know?"

"You said it yourself. You said it the day before yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that."

Song Che couldn't remember saying it so many times. "I've said it so many times?"

Xia Li nodded, took a bite of her popsicle, and said, "Yeah. It always happens at night, when I'm lying in bed, tossing and turning."

He thought he was just thinking those words in his head, but he never expected them to come out aloud.

Xia Li, with her black hair, suddenly opened her eyes. "What time are we leaving?"

"They said 10 a.m."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. Nine twenty. Forty minutes to go.

Xia Li threw the popsicle stick into the trash can, got off the sofa, walked barefoot to the refrigerator, and took another one.

"Do you want some?" she asked Song Che.

"I'm not eating anymore."

Are you nervous?

"good."

Xia Li looked at him and put the popsicle back.

Song Che sat down on the sofa and glanced at his phone. No one was talking in the group chat; Jiang Shuo hadn't sent a message, nor had Zhang Hanyu. They were probably all waiting. He put his phone down, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling.

"Your palms are sweaty," Xia Li suddenly said.

Song Che looked down at his hands. They were indeed a bit damp, so he wiped them on his pants.

"Would you like an ice pop?" she asked again.

"Need not."

"Want some water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Then I'll have one."

"Eat."

Xia Li grabbed another one, this time strawberry flavored, with pink packaging. "You'll definitely pass the exam."

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Song Che looked at her. "How did you know?"

"Because you tried your best."

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded beside her, "Mm."

The two spoke and nodded at the same time. Looking at them, Song Che suddenly felt less nervous.

Time passed second by second.

9:40.

9:50.

9:55.

The phone screen lit up and dimmed, dimmed and lit up again. No one spoke in the group chat. Song Che refreshed the webpage, but couldn't log in; it was stuck on the login screen. He refreshed it again, still unable to get in. He refreshed it once more, and the page started spinning, spinning for a long time before a message popped up: "System busy, please try again later."

"Can't get in?" Xia Li, with her black hair, asked.

"Yeah, there are too many people."

Song Che put down his phone, stood up, and walked to the window. The alley was still deserted, and the sky was still gray. He stood there for a while, then picked up his phone again and scrolled through it once more.

I still can't get in.

"It's no use no matter how long you keep refreshing," said Xia Li with black hair.

"I know."

"Then why are you still swiping?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "Because I don't know what to do."

At 10:15, his phone suddenly vibrated. It wasn't a webpage that popped up; it was a group voice call from Jiang Shuo. Song Che answered, and Jiang Shuo's voice boomed from the receiver.

"Che! Did you check?! I got 592 on the exam, I can get into a 211 university! My parents are crazy! I'm crazy too!"

Song Che moved his phone a little further away. "Congratulations."

"What about you! Have you checked?"

"Not yet, we can't get in."

"You should have said so earlier if you couldn't get in! I'd have checked for you! It's not stuck on my end anymore!"

Song Che was taken aback for a moment. "You can help me investigate?"

"Give me your exam admission ticket number! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Song Che gave him his exam admission ticket number. Silence fell on the other end of the phone, broken only by the sound of typing. Then came an even longer silence. He glanced at Xia Li on the sofa; she had stopped eating her popsicle and was just holding it, looking at him.

"Che." Jiang Shuo's voice suddenly changed, "Listen to me, you can't get agitated."

Song Che's heart skipped a beat. "Go ahead."

"Your Chinese language score is 134."

Song Che was taken aback. This number was lower than he had estimated.

"Mathematics — 141."

""

"English — 138."

He opened his mouth but didn't say anything; the score was about right.

"Comprehensive Science—" Jiang Shuo paused, "Two hundred and thirty-seven."

"Six hundred and fifty in total," Jiang Shuo said, his voice trembling slightly. "Che, you fucking got six hundred and fifty."

Zhang Hanyu's voice broke into the group chat, shouting something. Jiang Shuo was also shouting, but Song Che couldn't hear him. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen. The call was still going on, the seconds ticking. He stared at the ticking number for a long time.

"How much?" Xia Li asked.

"Six hundred and fifty."

Xia Li was stunned for a moment.

Then she smiled, her eyebrows curving, her blue eyes showing a gentle and beautiful smile. She threw the popsicle in her hand onto the coffee table, jumped off the sofa, and ran barefoot to him.

"Six hundred and fifty?" she asked.

"Um.

""

"The line you mentioned?"

"The cutoff score for top-tier universities was just over 500 last year," Song Che said. "A score of 650 would get you into a very good school."

Xia Li stared at him for a long time. Then she suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Song Che could feel her heartbeat, fast, just as fast as his. Her hair brushed against his chin, tickling him and smelling sweet like strawberry popsicles.

Xia Li, with her black hair, stood by the window, quietly watching this scene—she had never experienced it before. Her Song Che had failed the college entrance exam and couldn't recover his grades in a short time, so she had done this to him.

Xia Li released him, took a step back, and looked up at him. Her eyes were bright. She had known how to smile like that for a long time, but she would feel embarrassed and strange if she smiled for no reason—but now it was different, and she was very happy.

She saw all of Song Che's hard work at the time, and he deserved the results.

"I told you you'd pass," she said.

Song Che looked at her and smiled. "Mm."

Black-haired Xia Li walked over and simply stood next to Xia Li.

"Congratulations."

Song Che nodded. "Thank you."

My phone vibrated again. Jiang Shuo sent a message, full of exclamation marks, followed by, "Let's go out for drinks. I'm an adult now, I have to go to school, I have to try the things adults do!"

Scrolling down further, Zhang Hanyu also posted a message, just four words—"Awesome, Che."

Song Che sent the message to his family, and Aunt He also informed them.

Before long, the news spread like wildfire.

"Aunt He is happy that Xiao Che did well on the exam."

Then came Zhang Shushu's voice message. Song Che listened to half of it before turning it off, saying his mother was crying.

My mother always feels sorry for her son. When she sees that he does well on a test, her first thought is that he must have suffered a lot while studying.

She felt so sorry for him.

He stood in the middle of the living room, with two Xia Lis standing beside him. A breeze began to blow outside the calm window, the leaves of the old trees rustled, and cicadas started chirping, one after another, as if celebrating something.

Celebrating the great success in the college entrance examination!

This time—she had no regrets!

This time—Xia Li will be happy.

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