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

The group moved slowly forward, accompanied by the chatter of the little witches in front of and behind them.

Miya was already used to the noise, so she pulled the zipper of her cotton coat down a little to reveal the collar of her school uniform underneath, making it easier to do the inspection later.

The girl in front of her in line was a girl with light brown curly hair. When it was her turn, the nurse pointed to the stool in front of the table, and the girl sat down and placed her hand on the magic detector.

The instrument hummed for a few seconds, a string of numbers appeared on the screen, and then the other hand used a different instrument to measure it again.

The teacher glanced down, filled in two data points on the medical examination form, and nodded to indicate that she could move on to the next item.

"Next."

Miya stepped out from the front of the group and sat down on the folding chair.

The chair was still a bit high for her; her heels were just hanging a little off the ground, and she had to wobble slightly before she could stand firmly.

She pulled her sleeve up to reveal her wrist and placed it on the magic detector.

The runes on the instrument surface lit up with a pale blue light, circled along the arc of her wrist, and then moved up a few inches, as if to confirm that the object being tested was indeed only that small.

The girls behind her who had already finished their tests or were still in line all moved forward at the same time.

The numbers on the magic detector's screen started jumping, eventually settling on a value so low it was almost a joke.

The surroundings were quiet for a while.

"...Isn't this value lower than that of a slime?"

A little witch with pigtails in the back row muttered something under her breath.

Her companion quickly nudged her with her elbow, but couldn't help glancing at the screen several more times.

Several girls who were close together started whispering among themselves. First, how could her magic power be so low? Didn't she withstand the full force of the Thousand Stars from Corona Borealis head-on? Could there be some inside story? That's unlikely. The Mirror World broadcast the whole thing live, so there's no room for inside stories. If there's no inside story, how do you explain this magic power value?

Someone acted faster, secretly using the detection skill. Although it was a bit impolite, curiosity was irresistible. Then she saw Mi Ye's panel, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she poked her companion's shoulder with her finger to signal her to look too.

After his companion finished reading, his mouth formed a very round "O" shape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Oh my god."

"Are these physique stats for real? And her agility is so high too! What the heck is this charm? Is she really a freshman like us?"

The medical staff member frowned and tapped the desk with her pen to signal the back row to be quiet.

She glanced at Miya over her glasses, her expression unchanged. After filling in the number in the magic capacity column, she paused on the paper for a moment before turning the page.

"Next, vitality concentration detection."

Miya withdrew her wrist from the metal sensor panel, her fingers curling slightly.

She knew she had very little magic, probably ranking last among all the new students in Moon Forest, but she was still a little embarrassed to be pointed out to her face, so she looked down at her knees and pretended to be asleep.

The magic detector was pushed aside by the medical staff and replaced with a more complex-looking instrument.

Miya followed the instructions and placed her palm on the sensing area of ​​the crystal pillar, feeling a slight warmth in her palm.

The silver threads inside the crystal pillar light up layer by layer from the bottom, with the light steadily climbing along the scale.

The higher the light went, the slower it lit up, finally stopping at an incredible number.

Nearly two thousand two hundred.

The medical staff's pen stopped on the physical examination form, and the dark blue ink left a small dot next to the "vitality concentration" column.

She looked up at the reading on the crystal pillar, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Two thousand two hundred!?"

Someone in the back row whispered something.

These words were like a bomb dropped into the calm Starfall Lake, causing several little witches gathered around to discuss in bewilderment.

"What the hell? Are these the stats a freshman should have?"

"No wonder it could withstand the full force of the Corona Borealis Chill missile."

"Could it be from drinking magic potions and piling them on?"

"A potion that increases life by 50 costs tens of thousands of Loren, and it's extremely rare. If she really did pile it up, I'll give it to her too."

Miya withdrew her hand from the crystal pillar and put it into her cotton coat pocket.

Countless gazes fell upon him from all sides, each carrying undisguised curiosity or surprise.

She really wanted to summon the Void Lice right now to wrap herself up completely, leaving only her eyes sticking out to blink.

The nurse filled in the last number, lightly touched the paper with her pen, and then said to Miya in a slightly gentler tone than usual, "That's enough, move on to the next item."

Miya jumped off the folding chair, zipped up her cotton coat to her chin, and walked quickly through the whispering crowd to the next check-up table.