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

The effect of improving intelligence is immediate.

Mi Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, with the review materials sent by Bie Chenye spread out in front of her. On the bedside table was a glass of lemon water brought by Zimilu. Her phone was on silent mode and placed face down under the pillow.

She was prepared for a long battle. In her previous life, when she was studying for final exams, just one subject, advanced mathematics, could keep her sitting from 2 p.m. to 2 a.m., with countless internal struggles of picking up and putting down her phone in between.

But this afternoon, she devoured all six chapters in one go.

Immersive learning where I absorbed every page and every paragraph automatically generated a knowledge tree diagram in my mind.

Even when she saw the topology of the magic circuit in Chapter 3, she casually drew a comparison table on a sticky note, substituted the attribute values ​​on her panel into it and calculated it three times, and came to the conclusion that her magic circuit capacity was probably only enough to cast half a fireball spell.

But that's okay.

The changes brought about by her IQ of 108 far exceeded her expectations.

In her previous life, college student Mi Ye was neither a poor student nor a top student. She was the kind of ordinary person who relied on coffee to get through final exams and forgot about everything as soon as the exams were over.

Now, her attention is like a re-sharpened knife, able to precisely dissect the core concepts and logical chains in any passage.

She spent three minutes understanding the formula for converting magic power into physical constitution, five minutes memorizing the seven taboo laws of flesh magic, and ten minutes reading through Meredith's perfect-score paper on mathematical magic matrices.

Although she still couldn't understand most of the formulas, she was able to rephrase the core arguments in her own words.

Miya put down her pen and stared at the dense notes on her notepad, startling herself.

"When did I become so smart?"

She lowered her head and continued turning the pages, finishing the fourth chapter about magic circuits.

Every witch is born with the ability to manipulate magic, but witches themselves do not generate magic. They can only store magic by breathing in free magic particles in the air and storing them in the magic circuit. They can then release the magic through a magic circle or incantation when needed.

A witch's magic level is essentially a reflection of the maximum capacity of her internal magic circuits.

The larger the capacity, the more magic power it can store, and the higher the level of magic it can unleash.

This is the first law of the Bellavita magic system, written on the first page of all textbooks.

Miya brought up her own panel and placed it next to her for comparison.

Her magic level is F, which means that her magic circuit capacity is pitifully small, roughly equivalent to a fraction of that of an ordinary witch.

According to the standard formula in the textbook, the amount of magic stored in her body is not even enough to cast a basic fireball spell.

She could probably only make a tiny flame the size of a lighter appear at her fingertips, which would then go out with a "poof," but her other attributes were already incredibly powerful, so it didn't matter.

She put down her pen and stretched.

It had already gotten dark outside the window, and the faint sounds of the bar preparing to open could be heard downstairs: the clinking of glasses, Corica testing the microphone, and the muffled sound of ice cubes falling into the ice tank after Zimi turned on the ice maker.

She rubbed her slightly sore eyes and decided to go downstairs for a meal.

Dinner consisted of a special Nirvana juice made with purple rice and braised beef with toasted bread slices that the kitchen had left over.

Korika brought over a plate of freshly baked cream puffs, insisting that Miya try a bite to make up for missing out on the box of puffs.

Miya ate two, leaving cream on her lips. Korika wiped it off with her finger and then licked her own finger. Zimi Lu rolled her eyes and said, "Can't you two be a little more mindful of your image? We're opening in ten minutes. What are we going to do when customers come in and see this?"

So Miya carried the plate and fled back to the third floor.

Boss Flores was very kind; she gave her sick leave, and when she heard that Flores had exams, she even suggested that she didn't need to worry about what was happening downstairs and just focus on studying.

Back in her room, she leaned against the headboard and scrolled through MikuFans for a while.

The fan group had accumulated thousands of unread messages. Mi Ye secretly clicked in with her alternate account and found that someone had turned the sketchbook she had drawn in her previous live stream into an emoji. The group owner quickly deleted the post, saying, "Are you crazy? There's a mole in the group. The administrator will ban the group."

Mi Ye couldn't help but chuckle and left the group chat.

Then she clicked on the only profile picture in her following list.

The verified account didn't go live today; there was only one post in the status feed from three hours ago.

I'm not feeling too well today, but I'll definitely make up for it tomorrow. Goodnight everyone.

Mi Ye's finger paused at the top of the screen for a moment, then she clicked on her past live stream replays, selected the most-played lullaby, turned down the volume, and let the song flow gently in the room.

While listening to the song "March Summer," she checked her bank account balance on her mobile phone.

The treatment cost is 20400 Loren.

This money included the cost of an intensive care unit bed, the cost of a magic loop test, two specialist consultations, and a bunch of medications with names she couldn't understand.

Lu Yue left 30000 Loren at the hospital. After deducting medical expenses, she had more than 9,000 left, plus the 10,000 Loren she had received from the transfer when she was pretending to be her girlfriend.

Miya checked the caller ID several times, then pressed the phone screen to her chest, took a deep breath, but still couldn't hold back and let out a soft cry.

"Twenty-eight thousand—! Miss Luyue, you're so kind—!"

Her bank account balance was now steadily at 28,000 Loren. And a system notification popped up on the Wishing Well interface.

[Accumulate 20400 Loren in spending to receive 20 chances to win a prize]

Miya stared at the words for several seconds, then slowly covered her mouth.

The hospital fees were all deducted from her medical account, and the Wishing Well's judgment rules were as simple and crude as ever: any money spent on herself was considered her expense.

The wishing well doesn't care who paid for it, or whether she was aware of it when settling the bill; as long as her name is on the bill, it counts.

20 chances to win, including two 10-draws.

Miya closed her eyes, placed her hand on her chest, and thought to herself that she had really met a benefactor on this trip.

She vowed in her heart that once she got into Moon Forest, she would definitely go to Qianjing Group to thank her properly, but that's a story for another time.

The question now is whether she should use these two 10-pulls now.

She looked down at the black star symbol on the back of her hand; it was a trace of the [Divine Flash], a gift from the reflection in her sea of ​​consciousness.

The wishing well is still black.

The pool hadn't recovered yet, and she didn't know what would happen if she tried to draw again.

Mi Ye remained silent for a moment, then closed the lottery interface.

No rush, let's talk about it after we've met Teacher Bie Chenye.

She had so many questions to ask.

What is the Blood Fairy? What is the correct way to use the tentacles? Is the black color of the Wishing Well normal? Besides sealing the flashing light, does the star symbol on the back of the hand have any other meaning?

The answers to these questions are more important than the new skill she draws.

Miya rolled over, lay face down on the bed, turned to a new page in her notepad, and picked up her pen again.

See you in the Moon Forest!