Chapter 134 – All Hands on Deck

Imagine this: tomorrow is the class placement exam. You’ve always had good grades, your revision is on point, and you're fully confident about acing it. Then you realize your team—whose scores are tied to yours and determine your entire team’s class placement—has one member whose test scores are all single digits. What would you feel?

After reviewing Wenfu’s tragic report card, Dylin reached a conclusion: this catgirl was, without doubt, a pure-blooded academic disaster.

Time was running out—an emergency, catastrophic, all-out cramming session was a must.

No, it wasn’t even “cramming” anymore. This was resuscitation. Their team’s GPA was on the verge of flatlining.

Wasting no time, Dylin tossed aside his supplementary readings and pulled out core textbooks.

“Astrid, I need your help.”

“Mm.” Astrid nodded quietly. “What should I do?”

“I’m a Divine Child, so I’ll handle ‘Divine Authority Studies.’ I’ll need you to teach Wenfu the subject you’re best at.” His gaze drifted back to Wenfu’s soul-crushing math score: 6.

Then he glanced at her highest score—52 in Fundamentals of Divine Domain Theory.

Not exactly impressive on a 100-point scale, but compared to her other subjects, it might as well have been platinum tier.

At least she had some foundation in that subject—it would be the most practical to focus on for immediate results.

“Miss Wenfu.”

“Y-Yes, I’m here!” Wenfu sat on the bench with her hands clasped nervously, visibly squirming.

Especially when Dylin examined her scores with a judgmental gaze—it gave her PTSD flashbacks of being stared down by her parents over report cards.

“I have a question.”

“Y-Yes?”

“In the entrance exam, if I remember correctly, the multiple-choice section of the math test was worth thirty-six points.” Dylin looked up at her, face calm. “If you’d randomly selected ‘C’ for every question, you should’ve scored at least ten points, right?”

“Uuuu…”

“Exactly how did you manage to only get two right?”

“Uuuuuhh…” Wenfu’s ears drooped even lower. She couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Forget it. It’s pointless to dwell on the past. Astrid, please assist. Let’s begin emergency treatment.”

“Understood.” Astrid responded softly.

“Uuuu…” As the two towered over her, Wenfu felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down.

“First, I’ll go over math basics with you. Turn to page one of the textbook—can you read it?” Dylin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose (Where did he get those from?).

“Of course I can read it!” Wenfu tilted her head, book in hand, entering ‘study mode.’

“Good. I figured even the worst student wouldn’t have trouble with the first page…”

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a matter of effort—it’d be a matter of IQ.

“Alright. Now look at the example below. It’s simple: just apply the formula here. The formula itself is easy—”

“U-Um, Teacher Dylin, I have a question.” Wenfu raised a tiny paw hesitantly.

“Yes? What is it?”

“What’s a… formula, nya?”

“...”

x2

Both Dylin and Astrid went silent.

Dylin slowly closed the book.

This wasn’t just academic weakness. This had transcended that.

She didn’t even know what a formula was.

This student needed divine intervention.

“Very well. Let’s begin with the definition of a formula...” Dylin resumed calmly. He’d be the lead tutor; Astrid would assist.

But soon, even Dylin realized he had overestimated Wenfu’s education. Apart from basic literacy, everything else might as well have been zero.

Teaching her was giving him a headache.

They had less than half a day left. Even if they skipped meals and sleep, at this rate, the progress would be negligible.

Worse yet...

Dylin realized the problem wasn’t just ability—it was focus. Wenfu simply couldn’t keep her mind on the lesson.

He could see that she genuinely wanted to learn, to improve, to stop dragging the team down. She was working hard. But after a short while, her face would start tilting toward the table, nodding like a pecking chick.

Watching her doze off mid-lesson gave Dylin a newfound sympathy for teachers. He suddenly understood why they sometimes threw chalk at sleeping students.

Maybe I just don’t have what it takes to teach someone like this...

Tap tap tap... Dylin walked to Wenfu’s desk and lightly tapped the surface.

“Zzz… Mm, I’m listening! Really!” Wenfu’s tail sprang up as she jolted awake and hurriedly righted her book.

Even Astrid couldn’t help letting out a rare sigh of exasperation.

“Miss Wenfu, I don’t think I have the skill to teach you,” Dylin said solemnly.

“Eh—?!” Wenfu’s pupils shrink.

It felt like... she was about to be kicked out of the team again…

“No! Please! I swear I’ll concentrate with all my might! Don’t kick me out of the team…”

“What? Who said anything about kicking you out?” Dylin lightly tapped her forehead with his pointer. “I said I can’t teach you—not that you’re being kicked out.”

“Even if I can’t teach you, the emergency cat-astrophic rescue session isn’t over.” He set the pointer down and headed for the door.

“Astrid, I’ll leave Divine Authority Studies to you for now.”

“Alright.”

“I’ll go find someone who can teach you.” And with that, Dylin left.

“Huh?” Wenfu blinked up at Astrid.

Even Astrid didn’t understand what Dylin meant—but she followed his instructions and began teaching Wenfu Divine Authority Studies.

Despite her terrible scores, Wenfu was still a Divine Princess. She had real potential in Divine Authority.

Astrid soon realized that among all subjects, this was the one where Wenfu could actually make solid progress. She already had some foundation in domain mechanics and Divine Power application.

Twenty minutes passed, and Dylin still hadn’t returned. Then the door opened, and a radiant golden glow spilled into the room.

“Miss Teresa?!” Wenfu’s eyes lit up.

She hadn’t seen Teresa these past two days, their schedules completely misaligned. Her absence had left Wenfu quietly disappointed.

“Good afternoon, Miss Wenfu.” Teresa’s warm smile and gentle voice were like spring rain on a parched heart.

“I’ll leave Miss Wenfu to you, Teresa,” came Dylin’s voice from outside. “I’ve got something to handle.” His footsteps faded into the distance.

Closing the door behind her, Teresa gracefully walked over and pulled up a chair beside Wenfu.

“I’ve heard everything from Mr. Dylin. Aside from Divine Authority Studies, your other subjects... aren’t ideal, right?”

“Mm.” Wenfu nodded honestly. “Miss Teresa, why weren’t you around this morning…”

“Let’s not talk about that.” Teresa gently pressed a finger to Wenfu’s lips. “Let’s focus on what matters: helping you improve before tomorrow’s exam.”

“O-Okay.”

“Teresa,” Astrid added, “I’ve been working through the fundamentals of Divine Authority with her. She understands the basics. In my opinion, short-term gains in other subjects are unrealistic. She should focus on Divine Authority to maximize her score.”

“That’s true, but it doesn’t mean the other subjects are completely hopeless.”

“You mean...?”

Teresa picked up a quill and began scribbling graceful characters on white paper.

“We don’t need to build her foundations in a day. We just need to maximize her score tomorrow.”

“I’ve reviewed Coleman’s past entrance exams. In math, the multiple-choice section is worth 40 points. That means if she picks the same answer for every question, with luck, she could score over 10.”

Astrid blinked. That idea had never crossed her honest, diligent mind.

“In past years, the exam writers seemed to really favor option ‘D’. So for tomorrow’s test, Wenfu, pick ‘D’ for everything—no thinking allowed.”

“Huh?” Wenfu nodded, stunned.

“That’s not all. Just in case ‘D’ doesn’t show up much, look for the most complicated-looking answer option. That’s usually the right one—Coleman’s exam writers have a sadistic streak.”

“As for the long-answer questions, use this template—plug in the given numbers. You might not get the final answer, but you’ll earn partial credit.” Teresa began writing formulas.

“These are enough. The test won’t be that hard.”

“For example, this one—hyperbola asymptotes and circles. Just use this formula and substitute the known values. Even if you can’t solve it, you’ll still get points for the process.”

“Remember—don’t try to solve the question. That’s a trap. You’ll spend forever and still get it wrong. Focus on looking smart.”

“And for the fill-in-the-blank section? Use your lucky number if you don’t know. Who knows, it might hit~”

“Y-Yes!” Wenfu nodded furiously. Teresa’s instructions were simple, clear, and easy to follow—much more accessible than lectures. She didn’t even feel sleepy anymore.

There’s a trick like this?!

Astrid looked on in mild surprise. She hadn’t expected such tactics from Teresa.

Although… Teresa was a transfer student who never took the entrance exam. Her own test scores remained a mystery.

The results would be posted on a giant public board after the exams—transparency that served to motivate students.

“Hmm? Did I miss something?” That afternoon, Felicia returned to the villa, still in training gear. After searching the first and third floors and finding no one, she opened the second-floor library door.

“You’re back, Miss Felicia?” Teresa looked up from tutoring, still hand-in-hand with Wenfu.

“So everyone’s here,” Felicia said, smiling. “Finally caught Teresa too—what a rare sight. Looks like I’m the only one who hasn’t been studying…”

Just as she stepped in, she paused, remembering something, and pulled back.

“Sorry, everyone. I’ll shower first—don’t want to stink up the room~”

There was no odor. In fact, as the sweat evaporated, Felicia’s rose-like fragrance only grew more noticeable.

Her slightly damp outfit clung to her, her firm, shapely thighs gleaming like dewdrops in the morning sun.

“Later then.” She shut the door and returned to her room for a quick rinse.

Girls usually take forever in the bath, but Felicia was fast—even by those standards. In just half an hour, she returned to the library in a towel, long amber hair still dripping.

“Ohhh, so Little Wenfu’s grades aren’t great? Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner? I’d have skipped training this morning!”

“E-Eh?” Wenfu looked up at Felicia’s proud figure.

“Not to brag, but I’m pretty good at literature. I might be able to help.”

“Please do, Felicia. Literature’s easier than math—if she can read, she can at least understand some parts. Just use simple terms and keep it practical.”

“No problem~”

“Astrid, I’ll still need your help with Divine Authority.”

“Leave it to me.”

“Uuuu...” Wenfu teared up a little. None of them blamed her for dragging down the team. They were all trying their best to help her improve—together.

Maybe... just maybe, this time, she had really found teammates she could entrust her heart to.

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