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

The moment Lucid Dream stepped out of the dance studio, chaos erupted inside.

The little witch idols who were sitting obediently against the wall in a row just moments ago suddenly swarmed around Miya, completely surrounding her.

The little witch with the bun hairstyle rushed to the front, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her eyes shining like two stars.

"Senior, senior, how did you manage to stay still while spinning? I've practiced for ages and I still can't keep wobbling!"

Another girl with a low ponytail followed suit.

"What's your MikuFans account name? I'll follow you right now!"

Some people even took out their phones, turned on the camera, and kept saying, "Can I take a picture with you, sister?"

Miya stood in the middle of the crowd, feeling dizzy from the questions coming at her from all directions.

She had just finished dancing, and her body was still covered in a thin layer of sweat. The ends of her light golden short hair were wet and stuck to her neck, and even her clothes were almost completely soaked with sweat.

Her eyes were still sparkling from the excitement, reflecting several faces that were too close to her. But she had already come out of the flow state of the dance, and her social anxiety resurfaced, her face turning red instantly.

"Uh... um... I..."

Miya's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, her toes tucked in slightly, and her eyes darted around in the crowd, unsure where to settle.

The group in front of her consisted of active idols whose names she could name. Just a few minutes ago, she felt she needed courage to even breathe the same air as them in the same room. Now, they were all crowding in front of her, chattering and asking if she could add them as friends on WW.

The scene was so absurd that she almost couldn't process it.

Wait a minute, shouldn't it be the other way around?! You guys are the stars!

A tall little witch squeezed through the gaps in the crowd to the front. She originally wanted a WW number, but when she saw Mi Ye's clothes, her eyes widened and she blurted out.

"Wait, wait, wait! This short-sleeved shirt... isn't it the school uniform from Tsuki no Mori?"

The moment that sound came out, the chattering and noise suddenly stopped.

"The Forest of the Moon?"

"Really? Is it that Moon Forest Magic Academy?"

"Let me see, let me see, it really is! Holy crap! The school badge is embroidered on the cuff!"

After a brief silence, the scene became even more lively than before.

As everyone knows, there are probably three or four hundred million little witches in the entire Bellavita. How many new students does Moon Forest recruit each year? Even the best talents in the three megacities might not be able to get an admission letter.

The little girl in front of them, who was half a head shorter than them and almost steaming when stared at, was wearing the school uniform of Tsuki no Mori and was singing and dancing an entire original choreography a cappella in the dance studio.

This isn't just being excellent; it's like God is feeding her and even washing the dishes for her.

If people encounter a peer who is better than themselves, their first reaction might be jealousy.

But the existence of this girl in front of me has far exceeded the normal scope of comparison, just as a sapphire will not be jealous of a diamond that is both beautiful and hard.

Moreover, Miya, now glistening with sweat and the lights, stood in the very center, her face flushed, her voice soft and sweet. She was so flustered by the enthusiasm of her seniors that the tips of her ears were burning. She was so adorable that one wanted to tear her apart and devour her. Who could be jealous of a girl like this?

"Students of Tsuki no Mori..."

The little witch with the bun hairstyle repeated it to herself, then abruptly switched her phone to the MikuFans search page and typed rapidly.

"You must have an account on MikuFans too, right, miss? Tens of thousands of followers! Hundreds of thousands?"

Miya opened her mouth, unsure how to explain that she not only did have an account but had already been banned once for drawing erotic doujinshi.

Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a presentable answer, but the burning heat on her face made it difficult for her to even form coherent sentences. She could practically see a puff of steam rising from the top of her head; if she asked a couple more questions, she'd probably be steaming.

Just when Miya felt she was about to be overwhelmed by questions, the door to the dance studio was pushed open from the outside.

Xingjie walked in, her dark blue high ponytail swaying against the door frame.

My gaze passed over the little witches who were surrounding her and landed precisely on the little glutinous rice ball in the very center, who was so surrounded that she was about to collapse.

Her lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it, then put on a polite and apologetic smile and waved gently to the idols watching.

"Sorry, sorry, this child just signed a contract, so he might be a little shy. I'll take him now."

Her tone was polite, but her movements were as fast as grabbing a free egg. Before anyone could react, she had already pushed through the crowd, grabbed Mi Ye's wrist, and stood in front of her without stopping for even half a step.

"Oh dear! Hoshimachi-senpai!"

"Stay a little longer!"

"I haven't added WW's number yet qwq!"

Behind them came a chorus of protests and regretful sighs. Suddenly, someone noticed another problem and said, "Damn, isn't this the Martial Arts Trial in Moon Forest?" But before he could finish the sentence, the sound of the door closing cut him off.

Hoshimachi led Miya by the hand and they walked quickly down the corridor.

The lights of the dance studio were left behind, and the corridor became much quieter, with only the sound of two people's footsteps, one in front of the other. Mi Ye was still a little hesitant, chasing after them with small, quick steps.

Lena was still staring blankly at their backs when Kotone finally managed to put the shoe on Lena's bare foot.

Hoshimachi walked very fast, her steps light as if she were walking on clouds, her dark blue ponytail swaying back and forth, exuding the most undisguised pride of an agent.

I found this, and none of you are allowed to take it!