Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

After making their beds, the two of them walked out of the dormitory together. The opening ceremony was much shorter than Mi Ye had expected.

There was none of that disgusting process from the past, where leaders read from prepared speeches, student representatives gave speeches, and outstanding alumni reminisced about the past.

Principal Andreas simply floated down from the sky, her white wings unfurling in the snow and shaking off a few feathers. She smiled and said a few words about everyone studying hard, eating well, and not staying up late, before handing the microphone to the Dean of Academic Affairs.

The academic affairs director was even more concise, simply stating that the course schedule had been sent to everyone's academic affairs system, classes would officially begin tomorrow, and today was free time, before closing the folder, picking up his thermos, and leaving.

When the show ended, Mi Ye was still sitting in her chair, not quite reacting, when Xiao Ye next to her gently nudged her with his elbow.

"Let's go, the opening ceremony is over. Where do you want to go first, the cafeteria or club recruitment?"

"Club recruitment?"

This word piqued Miya's interest.

Xiaoye nodded and explained that the clubs in Moon Forest are different from those in ordinary schools. They are not just extracurricular interest groups, but formal learning components that are included in the assessment.

Each club is like a mini-team, where members cooperate to complete projects and tasks.

Some clubs' research directions can even be linked to their major course grades. For example, if an alchemy student joins the Alchemy Research Club, the results they produce can be directly counted towards their final project grade.

"Therefore, choosing a club is very important. Choosing the wrong one not only wastes time, but may also affect your overall grade."

Mi Ye listened as she followed the flow of people out.

The main road facing the main gate is sandwiched between two rows of peach trees, their branches laden with pink and white blossoms, which are gently bent over by the weight of the snow.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, and petals and snowflakes would fall together, carpeting the bluestone path, where they would be trampled into fine imprints by the boots of passing students.

The roadside was lined with booths for clubs recruiting new members; some had tents, while others had just a table and a handwritten sign.

The anime club's booth was in the most conspicuous position, with several senior students dressed in cosplay outfits holding up glowing signs. One of them, a senior student with pigtails, immediately spotted Miya.

She clearly recognized Mi Ye's appearance. After all, the news of her winning first place in the martial arts competition had spread like wildfire throughout the school. Even though Mi Ye was wearing a cat-ear hat to cover her hair, her small size made her an unmistakable target.

The senior quickly handed the glowing sign to the person next to her and ran over. She walked around to Mi Ye, bent down, and smiled brightly, but her intentions were obvious.

"Miya-kun? I'm sure I'm right. I'm the vice president of the anime club. Our club is super fun! We have anime screenings every week, cosplay events every month, and we even go to anime conventions together! If you join, you don't have to worry about anything! Here, the application form is over here, just sign it—"

Before Mi Ye could speak, the registration form in her hand was already held up to Mi Ye's nose, and she also thoughtfully handed over a pen in her other hand.

If it were the previous Miya, she would probably have signed her name without knowing how to refuse, and then regretted it for at least a week.

But she suddenly remembered that back then, when Luo Yan was there, the little orange dog had also clung to her leg and wouldn't let her leave. Although the outcome wasn't bad, she really disliked that feeling of being forced.

"No, thank you, I don't watch anime."

Mi Ye neither accepted the registration form nor the pen, but simply shook her head politely and walked past the senior student who was standing there in a daze.

She wasn't lying; she really didn't have time to watch many anime series in this world.

The senior from the anime club stood there with her mouth agape, her pen still hanging in mid-air.

Seeing this, other clubs decided not to try and pull them away anymore.

Miya strolled slowly along the Peach Blossom Avenue, seeing all sorts of club booths. The Sports Club was displaying various ball equipment, and there was a booth called the Sleep Research Club with several sofas in front of it, where a little witch was sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket.

Then Miya walked to the end of the main road.

The snow had lessened, and tiny snowflakes occasionally drifted down from the peach branches and landed on her cat-ear hat.

The stalls here are much sparser than those in front, and several tents have had their roofs collapsed by the weight of the snow and no one has cleaned them up yet. It is obviously the corner with the least foot traffic.

She had originally planned to turn a corner here to check out the food at the cafeteria, but her eyes were drawn to a very inconspicuous stall in the corner.

The stall had only a small square table covered with a dark purple velvet cloth, and there was nothing on the table except for a crystal ball.

The crystal ball was about a size larger than her fist and sat on a crooked copper base. A faint silver mist was slowly rotating inside the ball.

Behind the stall sat a little witch dozing off. Her light gray hair was loosely braided and hung over her shoulders. She had long eyelashes, her lips were slightly parted, and she was wrapped in a thick blanket, making her look like a hibernating squirrel.

There wasn't even a club introduction on her desk, just a wooden sign that had been blown askew by the wind, with three words engraved on it in rather messy handwriting.

【Astrology Club】

Miya was just passing by, but this stall was so strange that she stopped in her tracks.

Other clubs plaster their posters all over the street, but the astrology club doesn't even have a decent sign. Other clubs' recruitment representatives are so enthusiastic they could practically drag people away, but the astrology club's recruitment representative is sleeping.

Moreover, she only glanced at the crystal ball casually before unconsciously lowering her head to look closer at the flowing silver mist inside, watching it form a slowly rotating galaxy at a certain angle.

Then she saw that familiar dark figure.

Deep within the crystal ball, in a darkness larger and deeper than the sun in her sea of ​​consciousness, something was slowly moving.

It has no specific shape, but its outline is large enough to make the entire galaxy look like a background in front of it. It circled around the deepest part of the sphere, and then slowly opened one eye.

It was exactly the same reflection she saw in the black wishing well when she triggered the Divine Flash.

The mark etched into her soul, the one whose truth even Bie Chenye was unaware of, now lay quietly deep within the astrological society's crystal ball.

Miya's pupils contracted sharply, and she subconsciously took half a step back, bumping her back against a peach tree. The snow accumulated on the branches fell down and landed on the brim of her hat.

My heart was pounding, and my palms were sweating.

Reason told her she should turn and leave, but this thing must be related to her divine flash.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing, but it is also the most intriguing thing.

So she didn't leave. She rested under the peach tree for a while, then took a deep breath, brushed the snow off her hat brim, walked to the square table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The sleepy little witch groggily raised her head, her light gray braid slipping from her shoulder. She rubbed her eyes, her eyelashes still fogged with sleepiness.

She yawned slightly before slowly focusing her gaze on the blonde little witch in front of her.

"...Welcome to the Astrology Society."

Her voice was as languid and gentle as her entire demeanor.

"Do you want to sign up?"