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

On the evening of the second day, Miya closed the last notebook.

She leaned against the headboard, arranged the sticky notes by chapter, clipped them together, and then let out a long sigh.

Outside the window, it was the moment when dusk and night met, the last trace of orange-red on the horizon was being swallowed by deep blue, and the canopy of the banyan tree turned into a dark purple silhouette in the twilight.

From the topology of magical circuits to the formula for magical power conversion efficiency, from the construction of the sea of ​​consciousness to the ethical boundaries of flesh and blood magic, from the origin of the primordial witch to the definition of a legendary witch, all the review materials for seventeen chapters and five exam subjects were crammed into her mind.

To be honest, it sounds absurd that someone can complete in three days what others would take months to prepare, but Miya is only aiming for a passing grade.

After all, there are very few people specializing in flesh and blood magic, and she might be the only one among more than 100,000 candidates. Therefore, Mi Ye doesn't need to worry about class assignments. So, she can treat this exam as just a chance to broaden her horizons.

She stacked the notes and placed them on the bedside table, then turned over and hugged the plush bunny that had been neglected for several days. She buried her face in its soft belly, closed her eyes, and slept for almost ten hours.

I slept from the evening of the second day until the morning of the third day without even having a dream.

When I woke up again, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the sheets.

Miya opened her eyes, feeling the refreshing sensation flowing through her body.

She pulled her phone out from under her pillow and glanced at the calendar.

In seven days, the national unified entrance examination will officially begin.

Although she was already certain that she would be admitted through the special admission program, she was still a little worried.

Today is the day to see the teacher and confirm the changes in myself.

Miya changed her clothes, zipped up her windbreaker to her chest, and checked herself in the mirror.

The black star on the back of her hand was still there, but she covered it with a band-aid; it's best not to let anyone see such things.

She was about to open the door and go downstairs when she discovered a note slipped under the door.

The note was folded into the shape of a paper airplane, the kind of crooked, handmade style that Miya was familiar with; she knew it had been thrown by someone without even taking it apart.

"Breakfast is in the microwave, so eat it while it's hot. There's also rice on the counter, so bring it with you for lunch."

Miya took the note and went downstairs, then pushed open the kitchen door.

The microwave oven's display screen glowed with warm yellow numbers, and inside sat a bacon and egg sandwich and a small bowl of pumpkin soup.

On the counter was a dark green double-layered lunchbox. When I opened it, the top layer contained a platter of sliced ​​fruit and two chocolate chip cookies, while the bottom layer contained chicken leg rice. On the rice, there was a crooked smiley face drawn with ketchup, and next to the smiley face, two words were spelled out with seaweed flakes.

"come on!"

Mi Ye was stunned for a moment.

Drawing smiley faces with ketchup isn't Flores' style. Flores' drawings are never crooked, so it's probably Zimi Lu's handwriting.

These two probably already planned out what they needed to do this morning last night.

Miya put the lunchbox into her backpack and ate her breakfast while sitting on a high stool in the kitchen.

She was about to wash the dishes when she noticed a larger note stuck to the refrigerator door next to the microwave, with handwriting in three colors.

Purple handwriting.

"I added mint leaves to your Nirvana drink. If you feel it's too cold, just add hot water. I'll make you an upgraded version when you get back from the exam."

The green ink was so large it took up two lines.

"Miya Miya Miya, you're the best!!"

The third type of handwriting was neither purple nor green, but dark blue, and consisted of only one line of text.

Good luck on the exam, I believe in you.

Miya stood in front of the refrigerator and read the note over and over again, feeling as if a warm, comforting cotton candy had been stuffed into her heart.

She carefully peeled the note off the refrigerator door, tucked it into the cover of her notebook, zipped up her backpack, finished her last sip of juice on the bar, and pushed open the door to Nightingale's Nest.

There were more people on the street than she had ever seen before.

It's only 8:30 in the morning, but the streets of Bellavita are already like a high-speed conveyor belt driven by magic, constantly transporting all sorts of young witches.

Long queues formed in front of the turnstiles at the subway station entrance, while the Magic Drive electronic screen on the platform displayed the important information and schedule for the national unified entrance qualification examination.

A train marked "Temporarily Added During Examination Period" had just arrived at the station when the doors opened, and a torrent of colorful suitcases poured out.

Someone was dragging an old leather suitcase, the four corners of which were reinforced with a slightly glowing magic.

Someone was carrying a wand bag that was taller than a person, with a section of the flamboyant wand handle sticking out of the bag.

Some people had luggage floating around them, seemingly under a levitation spell, and were jogging while looking at their phone's navigation, almost bumping into a fire hydrant in front of Mi Ye.

Mi Ye stepped aside to let a girl dragging a suitcase pass. The girl was probably visiting the capital city of Bellavita for the first time. She was taking pictures of the silver-white skyscraper across the street with her phone. That was the direction of Yunxi Pavilion, and Mi Ye recognized it.

These girls, like her, probably all came for the Moon Forest.

However, some people came from other cities thousands of kilometers away, dragging their luggage and taking long train journeys for several days, their eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and filled with excitement from their dreams.

Moon Forest Magic Academy, the world's number one magic academy, is located in the capital of Bellavita, where strength speaks for itself.

For these out-of-town test takers, being able to stand here is an honor in itself.

They met the requirements, received their exam admission tickets, and squeezed into the bustling city.

Mi Ye weaved through the crowd, feeling like a fish swimming against the current.

She is less than 1.5 meters tall and is almost invisible in a crowd, but this also gives her a unique perspective, allowing her to see everyone's expressions without being noticed.

Someone was reciting the mantra for the magic loop, their lips moving but they dared not utter it aloud, afraid of being laughed at.

Some people were watching the live stream on MikuFans while waiting in line, with the chat filled with comments.

A few people were gathered together discussing last year's martial arts exam questions, their voices hushed, as if afraid of being overheard and creating competition.

Miya passed through the subway station's turnstiles, swiped her monthly pass for the Tsukimori direction, and leaned against the handrail at the connection between the carriages.

The carriage was packed with people, but it was unusually quiet.

Everyone was looking down at their phones or notes. Occasionally someone would quietly read out a formula, and no one would look at them, because everyone was doing the same thing.

Sitting on the bench directly opposite Miya, a little witch with pigtails was sleeping with her head on her companion's shoulder, with a yellowed magic ethics exercise book lying on her lap.

Her companion was also asleep, her head tilted to the other side. The two of them supported each other like this, making the most of their last bit of sleep in the swaying subway car.

This must be the splendor of the witch's world, Miya thought.

It's not just about skyscrapers and magical crystal screens, but also about countless little witches with the same dream, each heading towards the same destination in their own way.

The subway station announcement came over the loudspeaker; it was the station Miya was familiar with: Tsuki no Mori Magic Academy.

As the car door opened, a gentle breeze carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees rushed into the carriage, completely different from the air in the city that was a mixture of magical dust and the sweat of people queuing in line.

Miya walked out of the station and stood in the square in front of the main gate of Tsuki no Mori, looking up at the silver-white metal gate.

A huge red notice was posted on the bulletin board at the school gate, with the following text written in gold lettering.

The 42nd National Higher Magic Academy Entrance Examination - Moon Forest Examination Center.

Below, the exam room numbers, classroom numbers, and candidate lists are densely packed together.

As Miya walked through the campus, she noticed that the interior of the Moon Forest had also been completely renovated.

A row of temporary sunshades was erected in the center of the square, with flags for various disciplines hanging on them.

Elemental magic is red, alchemy is gold, necromancy is dark blue, and there are all sorts of other types.

She searched for a long time for the flag of flesh magic, and finally found it to be a small, dark red flag hidden in a corner, with a flower embroidered on it in black thread.

The road leading to the library tower was partially blocked off by a temporary fence with a sign that read, "Exam preparation area, no entry for non-staff members".

Miya followed the dirt path she remembered from last time and turned into the back mountain. The stone path under her feet slowly turned into soft soil. Unidentified larvae quietly lay on the back of the leaves in the bushes, like tiny transparent beads.

A faint scent of herbs wafted in the air, mixed with the sweet, earthy aroma of damp soil, the oily smell of pine needles dried in the sun, and a hint of ink.

She had walked this road once before, but last time Meredith carried her.

The 800-year-old oak tree is still the same.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun, and the patterns on the bark gleamed with a bronze luster in the morning light. The soil beneath the tree was soft to the touch, covered with a layer of fallen leaves that had accumulated since autumn.

Miya stood under the tree for a moment, then placed her palm on the trunk.

She closed her eyes and stood quietly under the tree for a while, letting the ancient oak's pulse flow through her palms into her body, overlapping with her own heartbeat.

Then she withdrew her hand and walked towards the cabin.

The wooden door of the detached wooden house at the end of the dirt path in the back mountain was half-open, and a wisp of smoke was leaking out from the crack. The smell of herbs was stronger than last time, and there was also a hint of sweet blood.

Miya walked to the door, bent her fingers, and tried to suppress her excitement as she gently knocked three times.

"Teacher, I'm back!"