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

The air conditioning in the lounge was on full blast. The little witch idols, who had just recovered from intense dance training, were sprawled out on the sofa, their backs stained with patches of sweat of varying shades.

Some people pressed mineral water bottles to their cheeks to cool down, while others held up their phones to watch newly uploaded clips of the Thousand Star Adventure on MikuFans. Everyone was immersed in the precious time of relaxation after training.

On the single sofa by the window, Le Nai took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the cushion, her white jellyfish-like hair swaying gently in the air conditioning breeze, holding a matcha parfait that was bigger than her face in her hands.

She scooped up a large spoonful and put it in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster chewing, her lips smeared with matcha powder, and her eyes narrowed into two slits with happiness.

Qin Yin sat next to her, her long, light pink hair falling from her shoulders. She rested her chin on one hand, tilting her head to watch Le Nai wolf down her food, her eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.

She reached for a tissue and gently wiped the matcha powder from Lena's lips, her voice soft and gentle.

"Is it tasty?"

Lenai didn't bother to answer, she just nodded vigorously, scooped out another big piece with her spoon and stuffed it into her mouth, letting out a muffled satisfied hum.

Sitting on the sofa opposite the two, several little witch idols who had just finished an hour of group dance practice were slouching and scrolling through their phones.

One of the smaller witches turned her phone screen towards her teammate, and the two huddled together to watch a funny video, laughing so hard they were slapping each other's shoulders.

The neon lights outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the entire activity room a tranquil and sleepy atmosphere.

Lena's gaze drifted aimlessly toward the glass window of the activity room. She was biting her spoon, her mind preoccupied with something very important to her.

I just finished eating dessert, should I get some spicy barbecue or hot pot for supper?

My gaze swept across the corridor through the glass window, still wandering aimlessly, when suddenly it stopped.

A figure flashed past the window, wearing white stockings and a small blue bow hair clip in her short, light blonde hair.

Lena blinked, the spoon still in her mouth, her head unconsciously following the figure from the window to the edge of the door frame.

Then, as if she had been poked by a cat toy, her ahoge (cowlick) stood up instantly, and her pink eyes brightened considerably.

The scent of an interesting little witch.

The spoon clattered into the glass, and Lena sprang up from the sofa, jumped barefoot off the floor, and rushed toward the door of the activity room.

Qin Yin was startled by her sudden action. She was still holding the tissue she had just used to wipe Le Nai's mouth when she grabbed Le Nai's shoes and chased after her.

"Lanna! How many times have I told you to put your shoes on first—!"

The few little witch idols who were lounging on the sofa looked at each other for a while, then put down their phones, crouched down, and followed Qin Yin out in single file. They all thought to themselves, what kind of dramatic drama will unfold this time?

……

Meanwhile, Miya, looking shy, was led by Hoshimachi to the door of an activity room.

The door was half-open, and through the crack, you could see several pairs of dance shoes scattered on the wooden floor inside.

Hoshimachi knocked on the door, then simply pushed it open.

"Is your dream still alive? Help me mentor the newbies."

The dance studio has light-colored wooden floors, and one entire wall is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting the little witch idols sitting in a row against the opposite wall.

They had clearly just finished training; some were panting softly, while others were sipping water from their cups. But when they saw Hoshino push the door open and come in, they all put down what they were holding and turned their gazes toward the doorway.

This is incredible! To be a newcomer personally brought here by Hoshimachi, just who is he?

At this moment, Lucid Dream leaned against the bar on the far left of the mirror wall, her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, her gray eyes half-closed, and two dark circles under her eyes left by staying up all night.

She held a bottle of mineral water in her hand, and her entire demeanor, from her posture to her expression, screamed misery.

But when she saw Miya behind Hoshimachi, she slightly raised her eyelids, scanned the child from head to toe, then slowly screwed on the cap of the mineral water bottle, placed it on the floor, and walked up to Miya.

She was almost a head taller than Miya, looking down at the little witch in front of her, whose expression practically screamed nervousness.

The little witch idols sitting by the wall exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

"This must be Hoshimachi-senpai."

"Is Hoshimachi-senpai making a comeback to mentor newcomers?"

"This little girl is so cute!"

"There's some juicy gossip!"

So no one checked their phones anymore, and all eyes were on Mi Ye.

Standing in front of Lucid Dream, Miya felt extremely uncomfortable.

When she came in, she quickly glanced around and recognized the person leaning against the barre drinking water as the popular idol she had seen countless times on the MikuFans homepage, the leader of 【Reblooming】, Qingxingmeng, who was known for her aloof demeanor and had been called "wife" by countless people.

Miya had seen the other idols resting by the wall on her homepage more or less; each one was a name she could recognize.

Her toes curled up unconsciously inside her white sneakers, and she felt like a newbie who had accidentally wandered into a high-level game, not daring to even lift her head.

Lucid Dream stared at her for a long time, then sighed softly.

"Idols shouldn't be so coy."

After saying that, he reached out and gently helped Miya straighten her collar. Then he took a half step back, tilted his head towards the door, and said to Hoshimachi.

"You should go out first; she'll feel even more uncomfortable if you stand here."

Hoshimachi didn't object. He reached out and gently patted Miya's head, whispered "Good luck" in her ear, and then turned and walked out.

She stepped back to the door and closed it behind her, but as soon as she turned around, she saw several little witches piled up by the door.

Lena was at the bottom, her short white hair disheveled, her bare feet on the cold floor of the corridor.

Qinyin squatted down next to her, holding a pair of shoes she hadn't had time to put on, with several other little witches peeking out from behind her.

Hoshimachi suddenly opened the door, and the group of eavesdropping little witches all leaned back and fell to the ground.

Lena was pinned at the bottom and let out a muffled "uh".

Hoshimachi looked down at the group of juniors, raised an eyebrow, closed the door behind him, leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and then seriously suggested that they all lean out the window to watch.

The witches looked up, exchanged smiles, and then one by one ran to the windowsill and peered inside with great interest.