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

Chata gave Miya no time to catch her breath.

She raised her hand to signal a pause, rolled up her sleeve to reveal her slender wrist, then spread her fingers, palm down, and a ball of dark yellow magic surged from her palm, condensing into fine sand at her fingertips.

"Earth Elemental Magic Bullet, the slowest in speed, but the largest in mass and the strongest in impact."

She flipped her hand and pushed it forward, sending a fist-sized, earth-yellow magic bullet hurtling towards Mi Ye with a dull whistling sound.

This time, Miya neither took the hit head-on nor deflected it. Instead, she turned to the side to avoid the frontal impact, while using her tentacles to pull it to the side with the force of the impact.

The dirt bullet hit the rubber track behind her with a dull thud, leaving a shallow dent in the track surface, and the pebbles bounced up and hit her calves.

She glanced down at the dent; if that had hit someone, an average freshman would probably have been knocked out of their shield.

Chata didn't give her time to reflect; tiny golden arcs of electricity were already dancing between the five fingers of her right hand.

"Lightning element, the fastest speed, almost impossible to dodge. The downside is that the single-shot damage is relatively low, but lightning bullets have an additional effect: after being hit, the magic circulation will be disordered for a short time, and you won't even be able to chant spells."

Golden lightning compressed into a walnut-sized ball of lightning at her fingertips, then suddenly shot out.

Miya instinctively used her tentacles to block, and the lightning bolt exploded into a blinding white light the moment it hit the tentacles. Tiny arcs of electricity shot along the patterns on the surface of the tentacles to her wrist, and her fingers went numb.

I lost less than ten points of vitality, but two fingers on my right hand are temporarily unresponsive.

She silently made a mental note: she couldn't take a direct hit from a lightning bolt.

Next up is the ice element.

Chata drew an arc in the air with both hands, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. A translucent, pale blue ice bullet condensed in her palm, with wisps of white steam rising from its surface.

"Ice bullets have medium speed and medium damage, but they also have a slowing effect. After being hit by an ice bullet, your movement speed will be significantly reduced, making it difficult to dodge subsequent attacks."

"In actual combat, ice bullets are often the starting move of a combo. First, use ice bullets to slow down the opponent, and then finish with fire bullets or lightning bullets."

The ice bullet flew towards Mi Ye, leaving a trail of white frost.

This time, instead of using her tentacles to block, she suddenly rolled to the left. Her numb fingers hadn't fully recovered, so her movements were a beat slower than usual. The ice bullet grazed her right shoulder, leaving a thin layer of frost on her school uniform. It was a little cold, but not painful.

She stood up, patted the ice shards off her shoulders, and her tentacles unfolded again at her sides, her petals opening and closing slightly.

Chata looked at her and raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seems that Miya is fully in the zone.

At first, when I caught fireballs, I was mentally calculating how much life force I would lose. When I caught lightningballs, I began to consciously avoid taking them head-on. By the time I caught iceballs, I was able to predict their trajectory and dodge them in advance.

Sure enough, learning in battle is many times faster than learning theory in a classroom.

The thirty little witches on the playground had long forgotten that they were still holding textbooks.

The girl with the tiger teeth standing next to Mi Ye rolled up her textbook into a tube and used it as a telescope, while several people in the back row had already taken out their communicators to secretly record the conversation.

Under the peach trees by the playground, several senior girls who were reciting incantations stopped and looked over from a distance, their notebooks half-flipped and forgotten to close.

A few daring upperclassmen took advantage of the moment when Chata was gathering the next magic bullet, tiptoed forward several steps, and tried to see clearly how the petals on the surface of Miya's tentacles opened and closed.

Cha Tai caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of her eye but didn't stop them. After all, they were from the same school, so she figured she might as well let them sit in.

Then the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Students poured out of their classrooms in the main teaching building, intending to run around the playground or rush to the cafeteria to grab a seat, but halfway there they were all captivated by the scene in the center of the playground.

A blonde little witch, less than 1.5 meters tall, stood in the center of the playground, with two dark red tentacles spread out on her sides. Opposite her stood Chata, their best homeroom teacher, who was gathering a ball of composite elemental light in his hand that was brighter than all the magic bullets from before.

In no time, several circles of people had gathered around the edge of the track.

Some people climbed onto the metal frame of the stands to stand on tiptoe and look around, while others rode on their classmates' shoulders to hold up their communicators and find the right angle. People in the back kept whispering to the people in front about what was going on.

Miya had her back to the crowd and was completely unaware that several layers of people had already gathered behind her.

Her entire attention was focused on Chata's fingertips.

Three different colored magical lights—crimson, pale blue, and dark yellow—pulsed simultaneously between the five fingers of her right hand, slowly merging in her palm.

She had only seen one person use this technique in the martial arts competition: Corona Borealis. Chata's technique was even more skillful than Corona Borealis's, like a chemistry teacher who had conducted countless experiments.

Mi Ye suddenly entered a very strange state, somewhat like the feeling she had when she sensed the pulse of the ancient oak tree in the back mountain that day.

All the surrounding noise was filtered into background noise; all she could see were the three swirling elemental lights at Chata's fingertips and the trajectory of the projectiles they were about to launch.

The tentacles adjusted their angle slightly according to her will, and the tips of the petals trembled gently in the air, as if sensing the magical fluctuations of each element.

Chata saw that Miya was getting into the zone, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He decided to give the kid a little more intensity.

She threw the three elements into the air at the same time.

Fireballs were fired directly from the front, windballs circled around to the left to flank, and earthballs fell vertically from above.

Three magic bullets, three different trajectories, three different speeds, attacking simultaneously.

Miya's pupils contracted slightly. She didn't have enough tentacles; she only had two. But three magic bullets attacked simultaneously from three different directions.

She gritted her teeth and dodged the fireball head-on, while simultaneously using her left tentacle to swat away the windball and her right tentacle to harden and block the earthball. However, the earthball's impact was far greater than that of the fireball and waterball. Although the hardened tentacle blocked the direct damage, the impact still pushed her back two steps.

She steadied herself and looked up at Chata, her eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of a smile.

"Can we do it again?"