My wife is a witch princess.

As night deepened, light snow began to fall outside the window again, and the only sound in the room was Bruce's snoring. Song Che pulled the blanket tighter around himself, closed his eyes, and noticed that the faint fragrance lingering in the bedding was less intense than the previous night.

……

The night was very deep.

Xia Li drew the curtains tight, hugging her blanket, unable to fall asleep.

She gently pushed open the door, moved barefoot into the hallway, and Bruce nestled at the door of Song Che's bedroom. The cat and the man exchanged a glance and entered the room at the same time. Song Che, who was lying crookedly on the bed, seemed to have the words "I'm asleep" written all over his face.

Xia Li carefully looked at it for half the night

Only then could you make out the words on their faces.

His face practically screamed "liar".

—So that when you sleep, you won't pout, make a peace sign, or stretch your arms out in the air.

Xia Li looked up and met her reflection in the windowpane. A hundred years had passed, and Song Che's personality hadn't changed at all. She had tried her best to understand human emotions and expressions, but it always seemed like something was missing.

Xia Li whispered, her voice like a sigh, "...Why can't I laugh?"

She turned away sullenly and went to the restroom, where she suddenly noticed that tissues and sanitary napkins were carefully placed on the left side, and a sticky note was pasted on the wall with its corner curled up.

[If Your Highness's leg hurts too much to stand up, call me and I'll get you a cane.]

……

Song Che had a good sleep. He opened the door, ready to brush his teeth and wash his face. Xia Li had already gotten ready.

She woke up earlier than him, and now, facing the mirror, she tidied her disheveled silver hair. With practice, she quickly put her hair up and put on the beige woolen hat that Song Che had given her.

At this moment, Xia Li looked every bit the innocent high school student, wearing a school uniform jacket, a bear-patterned hat, slim-fit jeans, and black ankle boots.

She sat quietly on the small sofa, waiting for Song Che to tidy up.

Xia Li had just sat down when she turned around and found Song Che already standing behind her with his schoolbag. The preparation time for boys and girls was indeed on a completely different level; even without makeup, Xia Li's preparation time was still more than twice that of Song Che.

"Want some spicy soup?"

"it is good."

After breakfast, Song Che rode his electric scooter to take her to school. The road was almost entirely filled with students rushing to school, all of them still sleepy-eyed, perfectly embodying the saying "getting up earlier than the rooster and going to bed later than the dog." When they arrived at the entrance of the No. 1 Middle School, Song Che parked the scooter.

"Come inside with me later. Wait downstairs first. I need to sign in at the classroom. After that, I'll take you to the library." Song Che thought for a moment and added, "To avoid trouble, try not to take off your hat and try not to show your face too much."

"...Do they not like silver hair either?"

"On the contrary, it's because your silver hair is too beautiful. If it's discovered, a lot of people will surround you, and then you'll be kicked out of No. 1 Middle School by that terrifying creature called 'Dean of Students,' who might even scold you."

“…Oh, just like kobolds, they like to swear.” Xia Li seemed to understand, and pulled her hat down to cover her silver hair and face.

Song Che signed in and hurried downstairs. Xia Li was facing the wall in self-reflection when he patted her on the shoulder. "...Let's go."

Xia Li then turned around and raised her face from under the brim of her hat.

...You don't need to show your face as much as possible, there's no need to cover yourself up like you're about to rob a bank!

Song Che was relieved that the high school students were only thinking about sleeping in the morning and had no time to care about anything else. He led Xia Li out of the teaching building and headed towards the library.

"Xia Li, the tallest building up ahead is the library. Keep quiet once you're inside. You can talk in the private room, but don't say anything strange," Song Che patiently instructed. "There are many books inside, covering humanities, geography, local customs, and scientific knowledge. Just tell me which kind you want to read, and I'll borrow it for you."

"...a magic book."

"No."

"...Potion recipe book."

"No, there is no magic here, no alchemy, no magical beasts, no dragons... none of these."

"you sure?"

"...I'm sure." Song Che wasn't really sure. After all, the witch princess had come from another world to attend high school with him, so what couldn't happen?

"What's that over there?" Xia Li suddenly pointed into the distance.

"The playground has some sports students inside. In the middle is a basketball court. Once your leg is better, I can take you to play..." Song Che paused, "But you might not be interested. Once your leg is better, you can try out different sports... maybe you'll find one you like."

Song Che followed Xia Li's gaze and looked up to the library rooftop. He frowned and said, "Besides basketball, there's soccer, ping pong, swimming... anything is fine, just don't even think about your broom. You can't fly it even on Mount Everest, let alone on the library rooftop."

"...I just wanted to give it a try."

"..." Song Che sighed inwardly, "Then we'll do things like skydiving and flying in airplanes from now on. As long as you do your washing and sweeping properly, all of these things can be done."

"Okay, take a plane... then skydive."

As the two chatted, they arrived at the library.

After passing through the access control by facial recognition, he took Xia Li along to take advantage of the situation.

Jiang Shuo's private room was in a corner on the first floor. This guy always goes to corners for everything, saying that he feels safe in corners.

Pushing open the door and entering the private room, Jiang Shuo was lying down inside.

Song Che put down his schoolbag, made sure Jiang Shuo was alone, and asked, "How is Xiao Xiao? Is she alright?"

“It’s nothing serious. She thought about it all night. People can’t come back to life, but at least the murderer has been caught.” Jiang Shuo lifted his face from the test paper. “Xiao Xiao isn’t a sentimental person. She joined a club to adjust her mood and make some friends. There’s so much free time in the first year of high school… And I’ve noticed that Xiao Xiao has entered the second stage of being a younger sister. She asks me every day why she can’t find a girlfriend… She’s practically telling me to get lost.”

"It's good that you're alright. Finding a girlfriend would only interfere with your studies." Song Che opened his Chinese textbook, ready to start tackling the ancient poems and classical Chinese texts. "Let's study! Two hundred days of hard work, I'm going to get into Nanjing University!"

Jiang Shuo said weakly, "I want to go to Nanjing University..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Xia Li, who was sitting quietly to the side, "Where would you like to go, sister-in-law?"

"Nanjing University," Xia Li said.

"Oh...all you ever do is hang out with Che-ge." Jiang Shuo's voice was like that of a dying fish. "You said it would interfere with your studies...forget it, just kill me to liven things up for you two."

Song Che opened his mouth but didn't explain further. Setting Xia Li's identity as his younger sister had too many loopholes and wouldn't be easy to explain to his parents. Setting her as his girlfriend made much more sense.

But this prince... didn't utter a single word in rebuttal?

Oh, she probably has no idea what 'sister-in-law' means.

"How many points did you get on your last test, sister-in-law?" Jiang Shuo asked again.

"..." Xia Li turned her gaze to Song Che.

"She scored 540." Song Che said without changing his expression.

"Oh..." Jiang Shuo closed his eyes in pain, "The college entrance exam is so hard."

He went to memorize English.

Xia Li seemed to want to say something, but Song Che warned her not to say anything strange, so she was unsure whether to speak or not.

While he was struggling with his decision, Song Che pushed a pen and a piece of paper towards him.

Xia Li lowered her head and wrote a line of neat, small characters.

Do you come here every day? How long do you stay?

Song Che took the pen.

Come Monday to Saturday, from 7:00 AM to 10:00 PM daily.

He handed the pen to Xia Li, but she hesitated to write again.

after awhile.

Xia Li lowered her blue eyes and moved the tip of her pen.

Can I go to the library with you every day?

She pushed the papers aside and looked at Song Che.

Song Che never understood how Xia Li conveyed her emotions, but he could always perceive them accurately. Song Che attributed this feeling to the result of spending a hundred years with Xia Li, such as the anticipation in Xia Li's eyes at this moment.

Song Che looked at the small print on the paper and began to evaluate something.

How self-disciplined is he if he doesn't go to school?

The answer is honest: I will definitely slack off.

But Song Che wrote a small note on the paper.

"From now on, I can study at home. If you get up early, remember to wake me up, and we can study together to help you get into modern life faster."

Xia Li looked at the line of small print and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Song Che blinked, wondering if he had misread it.

...That's fucking creepy.

Chapter 33 Xia Li has some doubts

There are three advantages to not going to school to study.

First, it makes it easier to do some part-time work and supplement one's meager income.

Second, it makes it easier to take care of Xia Li, this young child.

Third, it makes it convenient to sleep and be lazy—of course, Song Che would never admit to the last point.

He pushed a copy of "Five Thousand Years of Chinese History" in front of Xia Li, saying, "Read this book today, and write down any questions you have."

After saying that, he sat down next to Jiang Shuo and poked the head buried in his arms with the pen: "Don't sleep. It's better to go home and sleep than to sleep in the library."

Jiang Shuo weakly raised his face, "Good suggestion... but Mother doesn't agree. If she had nodded, I would have run away long ago."

"Come on, do me a favor." Song Che put away the Chinese textbook and took out another book.

"What kind of help?"

"Please explain this to me, it's a first-year high school math problem."

“…Huh?” Jiang Shuo blinked, thinking he had misheard.

……

Jiang Shuo was full of doubts, but he didn't ask any more questions. He talked to Song Che for a whole morning, until he was foaming at the mouth and almost died suddenly. If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was Song Che himself, Jiang Shuo would have thought that he owed him in his past life and had come to take his life.

What Song Che liked most about Jiang Shuo was his 'sense of distance'. Even if he knew something was wrong, he would never ask too many questions and would go along with it to smooth things over.

When school was over at noon, Song Che returned the key to Jiang Shuo and took Xia Li home through the snow.

He planned to discuss studying at home with his parents today, and also subtly hint at Xia Li's intention to stay at his place.