The Right Way for a Little Crow to Repay a Kindness

[Ongoing novel: Farming Online as a Max-Level Ancestor. Please add it to your collection!]

A crow was charred on the outside and tender within after being struck by lightning while undergoing tribulation. A kind human passerby found it and took it home as a pet.

Decades later, it opened its eyes and discovered it had become Wu Xiaoya, the daughter of A City's richest man.

Every student at school envied Wu Xiaoya. Not only did she look like the heroine of an anime, she was also filthy rich. Her schoolbag cost hundreds of thousands, her pen was custom-made, and the water she drank was specially shipped from a snowy mountain a thousand miles away.

But one day, they noticed something strange about Wu Xiaoya.

Every question they asked her, she got right.

Every question on her own test, she got wrong.

Everyone bowed down in admiration: A top student is a top student. She can even get zero with a test paper full of answers.

Then one day, the real top student happened to get a test paper. Her answers were clearly laid out, but every single one perfectly avoided the correct answer.

“Interesting.”

Then he looked at the name.

Hm? Why was it the nickname of his pet crow?

Note:

The heroine is a crow spirit.

The whole story is wildly imaginative.

A whimsical collection of everyday moments.

----- Ongoing novel: Farming Online as a Max-Level Ancestor. Please add it to your collection! -----

A cultivation ancestor failed her tribulation one day and transmigrated into a pitiful young woman in an apocalyptic world.

Zombies are everywhere, the soil is ruined, and supplies are scarce.

Can't eat, dress, or sleep well?

Not a problem!

She bound herself to a seed System

Scatter some seeds, and the next day they'll grow into rice and dishes that all of humanity dreams of eating.

Raise some fish fry, and every fish will be delicious, unmutated seafood.

Plant some flowers and herbs, and any single plant could be a long-extinct medicinal herb.

With a casual wave of her hand, the ancestor built a cozy, prosperous little homestead.

Later, a zombie horde came.

All the villagers carefully protected her, a young and frail girl, behind them. “Mistress, run!”

Before they could finish, the pale, delicate young mistress rose into the clouds and swept her wide sleeves.

Thousands of zombies were blasted to pieces, while the young mistress remained untouched by blood.

The villagers, covered in blood: “…”

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Theme: A hundred years of kindness should be repaid with one's own life