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

Shortly after leaving the overpass, the two parked their car in a relatively quiet spot.

Mi Ye got off the car, took a breath of the night air, and her head finally felt less dizzy.

Hoshimachi put on his coat, got out of the car, and led Miya towards their destination.

As Miya turned left and walked through the alley, she subconsciously moved closer to Hoshimachi.

This alley is very similar to the bar street near Nightingale's Nest.

The narrow stone-paved road was lined with small pubs and izakayas, with warm yellow lanterns hanging from the eaves, and the air filled with the aroma of barbecue and alcohol.

But what's different here is that there are many little witches dressed in flamboyant clothes standing by the roadside.

Some of them leaned against the streetlights, while others gathered in groups of three or five at the shop entrance. Their exquisite makeup and brightly colored clothes were particularly eye-catching under the neon lights.

A little witch with pigtails saw Hoshimachi leading Miya past, her eyes lit up, and she came over and put her hand on Miya's shoulder.

"Oh my, what a cute little kid! Come sit here with me—"

Miya froze, her hands tucked into her chest, unsure of what expression to make.

Hoshimachi skillfully stepped aside to block Miya's path, smiled and waved his hand to indicate his refusal, then took Miya's wrist and quickened his pace to cross the alley.

Once they reached the alley entrance, she released her grip, her tone nonchalant.

"This is Kabukicho, you know what I mean. Next time you encounter something like this, just run away."

After saying that, he turned his head and gave Mi Ye a meaningful look.

Miya was stunned for a while, then her face turned red.

Hoshimachi smiled for a long time, watching her reaction.

After walking a short distance, a skyscraper came into view.

Hoshimachi led Miya through the revolving glass, just like a mother leading a child.

The elevator ascended silently, the floor numbers constantly changing. Through the transparent elevator walls, the nightscape of Guling stretched further and further away beneath my feet, the neon lights and holographic projections slowly shrinking into a mass of flowing light.

When we reached the 23rd floor, the elevator doors opened with a ding.

The two walked to the studio entrance, and Hoshino stepped aside to let Miya go in first.

The room wasn't particularly large, but it was packed full.

A row of keyboards and synthesizers lined the wall, half-written sheet music lay out on the music stand, two guitars and a bass stood in the corner, and the bookshelves were crammed with various records.

Miya carefully circled around the wires on the ground, squatted in front of the synthesizer to look at the buttons on it, and then stood on tiptoe to reach the top row of vinyl records on the bookshelf.

Hoshimachi leaned against the door frame, watching this scene with a faint smile on his lips.

She came in, pulled a contract from a drawer, and placed it on the table. It contained information about profit sharing, copyright ownership, and other related issues.

Mi Ye had heard many stories online about contract traps in idol companies, such as the company taking 80% of the profits and having to pay millions in penalties for leaving the company, but this contract had none of those.

She read the contract from beginning to end, trying to find something fishy about it.

Don't overthink it.

Hoshimachi's voice drifted over from the side.

"I wouldn't take advantage of a naive and adorable newcomer like you."

After listening, Miya thought for a while and finally wrote her name carefully in the signature column.

After the contract was signed, Hoshimachi sat down in his office chair and began to explain the specific roles of the idols.

Little Ghost is the lead singer, that goes without saying, while Mi Ye's role is dance and harmony. It doesn't matter if she can't sing, she can learn. In the early stages, she only needs to do some simple choreography and act cute to match Little Ghost's singing.

"Can you dance?"

Xingjie asked.

Dancing? Mi Ye thought for a moment. In her previous life, she had indeed practiced. During her boring college years, she followed videos to learn many otaku dance moves and practiced them in front of the mirror in her dormitory over and over again.

But she had never danced in front of anyone. When she practiced, she would only move her chair to make room after her roommates left. Although she had practiced for a long time, she really didn't know how good she was.

Besides, he was competing against a top idol, and his amateur dance skills would probably make him a laughing stock.

"I've studied a little bit."

So Miya chose the safest answer.

Hoshimachi nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and simply said, "Take your time."

She stood up and glanced at the clock on the wall; it was just past eight o'clock.

"It's still early. How about we go downstairs tonight and take a look at how real idols train?"

Miya followed her finger to look outside the door, then looked back at the brand-new white sneakers on her feet.

There's no harm in taking a look; it's a good opportunity to compare my own level, so I agreed.

Seeing her nod, Hoshimachi jumped up from his chair and excitedly grabbed Miya's wrist, heading towards the door.

Miya was pulled along by her and took a few steps. Looking at the barely suppressed smile on Hoshino's face, a sense of inexplicable crisis suddenly rose in her heart.

Why does she seem more excited than I am?

The question swirled in Miya's mind, but before she could process it, Hoshimachi pushed her into the fitting room at the end of the corridor.

……

The sound of the curtain being drawn back was particularly crisp in the quiet fitting room.

Miya walked out from behind the curtain, her arms crossed over her chest, her hands gripping her upper arms tightly, as if trying to curl up into a ball.

Her cheeks were flushed a light pink, and she didn't know where to look. She looked around for a while and finally could only stare at her toes.

She was wearing a short-sleeved summer uniform from the Moon Forest Magic Academy, but with an extra dark blue vest over it. The vest cinched at the waist in a beautiful curve, accentuating her slender figure despite the uniform's loose fit.

She was wearing a puffy skirt under her stomach, along with white leggings.

She was wearing white over-the-knee socks, the edge of which left a fleshy mark on her thigh.

Her bangs were pinned up with a small blue bow hair clip, revealing her smooth forehead that was usually hidden behind stray hairs. A few strands of her light golden short hair stood up because of the fuss of changing clothes, which added a touch of playfulness.

Xingjie sat on the sofa outside the fitting room, a paper cup of coffee dangling in mid-air, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

She slammed her coffee cup down on the coffee table, almost spilling it, and sprang up from the sofa, circling around Miya halfway to admire the actual effect of the outfit from various angles.

Her hand had unconsciously reached for her phone in her pocket, her fingers resting on the camera shortcut button.

"So cute, I can't resist! I knew this outfit would suit you perfectly. The blue bow matches your hair color, and the white stockings are a stroke of genius."

"My God, believe it or not, if you just stood on stage in this state, even without dancing or singing, just humming and groaning a few times, those little witches in the audience would raise their light sticks to the sky."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized that she had spoken her mind, so she quickly coughed and tried to regain the professional expression that an agent should have.

But it was no use; he couldn't suppress his laughter at all, and his cheeks turned bright red from trying to hold it in.

As Miya listened to this straightforward praise, a blush crept onto her face.

She walked to the full-length mirror, wanting to see just how exaggerated the effect Hoshimachi had described was, but her reflection in the mirror stunned her.

It really looks good; the white over-the-knee socks make her thighs look plump, and the blue bow hair clip and honey-colored eyes create a very pleasing color scheme.

She tried turning halfway around, the hem of her school uniform fluttering up gently before falling back down.

Miya felt increasingly embarrassed as she looked at herself. She couldn't explain why, but she felt like she was presenting herself too meticulously, making her seem unlike her usual self.

She instinctively reached out to brush her bangs back, but just as her fingers touched the hair clip, Hoshimachi pressed her shoulder down from behind.

"Don't pull it off, showing your forehead looks better, trust me, it definitely looks good."

Miya hesitated for a moment with her hand hanging in mid-air, but finally lowered it with some shyness.

Hoshimachi nodded in satisfaction, took Miya's hand, and prepared to go downstairs. Her dark blue high ponytail swung back and forth behind her, exuding the excitement and pride of a parent who had just gotten a perfect score and was about to take their child out to show off.

Mi Ye was pulled forward by her, her white stockings covering her calves moving quickly under the corridor lights. She was still not used to the feeling of being encased in white over-the-knee stockings, and felt a chill on her thighs, which made her feel a little ashamed.

When the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened, the mirror reflected the image of two people standing side by side.

One was radiant and beaming with pride, while the other was fidgety and blushing.