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

Miya left the stadium, walked back along the way she came, and then turned at the first fork in the road.

If the scenery of Moon Forest is like an overwhelming spring, with peach blossoms and glowing vines crowding every inch of the view, then Star Orbit Academy has a different kind of atmosphere.

The jacaranda trees on the main road were the only exception; it was as if someone had specially borrowed a touch of soft purple from elsewhere and carefully placed it at the entrance for visitors to see.

However, once you leave that flower corridor and venture deeper into the campus, the true nature of Star Orbit Academy is revealed.

Large swathes of banyan trees are planted along both sides of the road.

The lush green canopy spreads out in layers, cutting the sky overhead into fragments. The midday sun filters through the gaps in the leaves, scattering golden light across the ground.

It was January, but walking on this road, Miya actually felt a bit hot.

She pulled her scarf down a little, revealing half of her chin, then slowed her pace and squinted at the weeping branches swaying gently in the wind.

In my past life, there was a summer like this too, in mid-to-late August, when summer vacation was almost over and I still had half of my homework to do.

I can't quite describe the feeling—whether it's pleasant or lonely—it's just being alone. The world is vast, and I feel so small, but surprisingly, I don't feel scared.

As Miya walked, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

The sunlight above her head fell on her pale golden hair, bouncing with the rhythm of her walk, and the shadow of her cat-ear hat stretched into a crooked dumpling shape on the ground.

Two little witches dressed in Star Orbit Academy uniforms passed by her. One of them, with pigtails, couldn't help but turn around and take a second look before quickly turning back to whisper to her companion.

Their companion glanced back, and the two huddled together, whispering something before bursting into laughter as if afraid of being overheard.

Miya continued walking forward without changing her expression; she was used to it.

From blushing at the first glance and wanting to hide her face in her scarf, she can now walk through a group of whispering little witches with a blank expression. As long as they don't rush up to talk to her, she can pretend nothing happened.

However, to be fair, the students at Star Orbit Academy are indeed different.

In just a few steps, Miya recognized several faces she had seen on MikuFans.

The person resting under the banyan tree ahead is the dance lead of the idol group that debuted last month. A few steps further ahead, next to the vending machine stands a little witch wearing a baseball cap. Miya felt that she looked familiar, and it took her a while to realize that she was the cover of the cover song on the MikuFans music chart last week. The photo showed her with heavier makeup than in real life, but her features were correct.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the center of the entire Bellavita idol industry.

Miya sighed to herself, then her stomach growled.

Never mind, let's eat first.

The Star Orbit Academy's cafeteria was even larger than Mi Ye had imagined.

To be precise, it was more like a shopping mall food court than she had imagined.

The building has three floors, and the exterior walls are all floor-to-ceiling windows, so you can see the warm yellow lights and people coming and going from the outside.

As you push open the glass door and step inside, the aroma of various foods wafts out.

There are more than a dozen order windows lined up in a row, and the menu scrolls on the electronic screen above each window.

Looking up, I looked from left to right, then from right to left, and finally my gaze settled on the third window.

She practically floated to the window, stood on tiptoe, and slapped her meal card onto the card reader.

"Big sister, three large bowls of dry noodles."

The little witch in charge of cooking paused for a moment, then looked down and glanced out the window.

Only a cat-eared hat and a pair of bright eyes were visible outside the window, staring intently at the stove behind her, as if she were watching some incredible magical experiment.

"...Three bowls?"

"Hmm, three bowls."

Miya nodded.

The cafeteria lady glanced at her again, probably thinking that the child was too thin and small to eat so much, but she didn't say anything, turned around and deftly scooped out the noodles and put them in the pot.

When Miya was carrying her tray and looking for a seat, the cafeteria was already quite crowded.

She looked around and finally found an empty small table in the corner by the window.

The table wasn't big, just enough for one person to sit on. Next to it was a floor-to-ceiling window, and sunlight streamed through the glass onto the tabletop, making it feel warm and cozy.

I put the tray down, and three bowls of dry noodles were neatly arranged in front of me.

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and inhaled deeply, his cheeks puffing out like a hamster's. He chewed a few times and swallowed.

It's delicious!

How was this chili oil made? No, wait, the dough itself is also amazing; there must be some special consideration in the water temperature when kneading it.

Her mind was trying to analyze the composition of the bowl of noodles, but her mouth was too busy to speak. Her chopsticks were flying back and forth between the bowl and her mouth, and the noodles in the bowl were decreasing at a visible rate.

The little witches at the surrounding tables had already started sneaking glances in their direction.

Sitting at the table to Mi Ye's left were two girls in school uniforms, one of whom nudged her companion's arm.

"What is that she's eating? Does the cafeteria sell that?"

"It's always been available, but I've never seen anyone eat it with such relish. Now that you mention it, I'd like to order a bowl too."

Mi Ye was completely unaware.

The sun is shining warmly, the dry noodles are delicious, and the shadow of the banyan tree outside the window falls on the corner of the table, swaying in the wind.

She bit the tip of her chopsticks and suddenly felt that accepting this commission today was really worthwhile.