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

Sitting on the canopy table, Hiesta flipped the observation screen over and over again, switching between several angles, finally settling on one image and letting out a bored sigh.

Asase has already secured his nineteenth kill, one strike at a time, clean and efficient, but after seeing it so many times, it gets a bit monotonous.

Swing the knife, freeze, chop, repeat.

After Mourning and Ailan were tied up in the tree hole by Miye, they never came out again. After the thunderstorm in the East District stopped, the entire examination room became much quieter. The occasional missile explosions were far away, and it was impossible to muster any interest.

She pushed the observation screen aside, rolled over, and lay back on the table, her sleeves hanging down and swaying in the air.

"boring."

She dragged out the last syllable.

"The most exciting part was when our little Miya was playing with tentacles, but it got boring after that. Primula, could you release a few more dragons next time?"

"The dragons in the Mirror Realm were all borrowed by me, not raised by me."

Primula took a sip of the freshly brewed hot tea, her gaze never leaving the observation screen in her hand.

She was watching Asase's twentieth battle; the black-haired girl was chasing an examinee through the swamp, the icy blue blade slicing a frozen path across the water.

Primula watched intently, clearly quite satisfied with Asase's performance.

Hiesta rolled her eyes, about to complain a few more times, when Primra suddenly raised her finger and swiped lightly on her own observation screen, switching a scene in front of Hiesta.

"Stop howling, you'll definitely be interested in this one, the red-haired one."

Hiesta lazily propped herself up and glanced at the screen.

Xiao Ye, with red hair and a red dress, stood beside a clump of giant ferns, her amber eyes fixed on a figure not far ahead.

Her skirt swayed gently in the breeze after the rain, and the lines of her shoulders shimmered with a pale golden luster in the sunlight, making her look like a red spider lily blooming deep in the forest.

Hiesta zoomed in on the image, rested her chin on her hand, and slowly curled the corners of her mouth up.

Xiaoye is using psychic magic to communicate with the soul.

As a psychic teacher, Hiesta naturally knew all about this.

A wisp of extremely faint dark purple mist seeped from Xiaoye's fingertips, condensing in the air into a blurry humanoid outline, which was slowly drifting forward.

The soul moves very slowly. If Hiesta hadn't been a psychic instructor herself, she probably wouldn't have noticed the purple mist that almost blended into the tree shadows immediately.

"This kid is interesting."

Hiesta sat up cross-legged, placed the observation screen on her knees, and her peach-colored eyes became unusually serious.

"The soul communication technique that invades the sea of ​​consciousness is not something a beginner can master."

"The methods used were not very honorable."

Primra replied to her.

"The rule is no rule, so there's no question of whether the methods are honorable or dishonest."

Hiesta didn't care at all; instead, she moved closer to the screen and carefully examined Xiaoye's face.

"And she really is very beautiful. Look at her waist, the lines of her shoulders, and that lazy smile. She's just like me when I was young—"

"You weren't as pretty as her when you were young."

Violet didn't even look up.

"Haha, get lost."

Hiesta nudged Violet's shoulder with her sleeve, but her eyes never left the screen.

Xiaoye was walking briskly towards Miye.

Miya was squatting at the base of an ancient tree, intently digging for flowers. The hood of her windbreaker had slipped down, revealing her pale golden hair. She was completely unaware that someone was approaching.

Xiao Ye stopped a few steps behind her, tilted his head slightly, and looked Mi Ye up and down.

Hiesta immediately became interested.

Because she saw the smile on Xiaoye's lips change from lazy to playful, like the expression of a cat seeing a particularly fat sparrow.

Then Xiaoye spoke.

He invited her to join his team, asked her to help him find the red flower (a symbol of good fortune), and inquired whether she was cold or hungry. His actions flowed smoothly and naturally, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Miya reluctantly agreed, her expression still bearing that socially awkward look.

The comments section exploded. Meeting these two incredibly beautiful little witches together is simply the most delightful experience.

This episode features two female leads that I commissioned.

[I'm shipping them!]

Trying to break free from all sorts of things will only harm you.

I'd be sick of shipping everything!

Meanwhile, the three teachers in the distance were also observing with great interest.

"She's taken the bait."

Primula said.

"She's taken the bait."

Violet said.

"I touched my family members."

Anyway, Hiesta had a great time, so she zoomed in on the image and focused on Xiaoye's profile.

The red-haired girl's lips were still smiling, but the curve was slightly stiffer than before. Her amber pupils contracted slightly as she stared at Mi Ye's back, as if she were looking at an unsolvable equation.

"Yes, she's noticed something's wrong."

A smile crept into Hiesta's voice.

Xiao Ye did indeed notice something was wrong.

She walked side by side with Mi Ye for a while, chatted, helped her find flowers, and even pretended to care about Mi Ye's soaked down jacket.

During this process, she tentatively offered flattery several times, each sentence carefully crafted and so witty that even Hiesta wanted to applaud.

But Miya's reaction to these flattering remarks was to blink blankly, then turn around and continue picking flowers.

A slight crack finally appeared in Xiaoye's smile.

She fiddled with the silver chain on her fingertips, and silently released her soul as Mi Ye squatted down to pick a clump of blood fairy.

A blurry, dark purple humanoid figure rose from her palm and moved inch by inch toward the back of Miya's head in the shadow of the leaves.

The closer the soul is to the sea of ​​consciousness, the higher the success rate. She had to wait until the soul floated to the position directly opposite the back of the target's head before she could launch the invasion. Before long, the soul merged into Mi Ye's sea of ​​consciousness.

Then Xiaoye's expression changed.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and her body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. The silver chain came off and fell onto the moss. She staggered back several steps before her back hit a tree trunk and she barely managed to steady herself.

Her chest heaved violently, and for the first time, the languid composure in her eyes was gone.

The moment her soul entered that sea of ​​consciousness, she saw a giant sun.

A sun suspended above the ancient city cast its rays down like molten gold, turning the entire cobblestone street of the ancient city golden.

The white light reflected off the surface of the wishing well, and the blood fairy plants on the edge of the well grew wildly in the light, their dark red petals spreading like flames.

Her soul didn't even have time to see the outline of the ancient city before it silently evaporated in the sunlight.

Xiaoye leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily, his pupils still trembling violently.

She looked down at the silver chain lying on the ground, then looked up at the little one in front of her who was still intently digging for flowers.

Mi Ye had just dug up a Blood Fairy plant by the roots, held it up to her eyes and looked at it with satisfaction, then carefully put it into the side pocket of her backpack.

She had no idea what had just happened.

But Hiesta was laughing hysterically.

She laughed so hard at the table that she almost fell over, popcorn spilled from the bag and rolled all over the floor, and she didn't even notice when her sleeve brushed against Primula's shoulder and burned a small light blue spark.

"That furious expression, oh my god, I'm going to screenshot that and use it as my phone's wallpaper!"

"That little red-haired conman has messed up."

Primula took a sip of her black tea and placed the teacup on her lap.

"The spirits that use psychic abilities are most afraid of witches with strong vitality, but she just picked the most powerful one."

Hiesta finally stopped laughing, wiped away the tears that had come out of her eyes, picked up the observation screen again, and switched the image to a close-up of Xiaoye's face.

The red-haired girl had recovered from her initial shock and was gently rubbing her temples with her fingertips.

Although the evaporation of her soul did not cause any real harm, the aftershocks of the broken mental connection still made her feel a little dizzy.

Her silver chain was still on the ground, unpicked up. The lazy, composed smile on her face had completely vanished, replaced by an extremely complex expression, like someone who had just been hit with ten big payouts—both angry and helpless.

But she did not give up.

She adjusted her expression, put that languid smile back on, bent down to pick up the silver chain and hung it on her wrist, then quickly caught up with Mi Ye.

"Did you feel anything just now?"

Xiaoye walked beside Miye and asked in a casual tone.

"what?"

Miya was using her tentacles to pry open a bush without looking up.

"No, I was just counting the flowers, there are eighty-seven of them."

She looked up at Xiaoye, her honey-colored eyes showing not a trace of wariness.

"What's wrong? You don't look well. Did you catch a cold from being in the rain? I have some ginger in my backpack, would you like to chew on a slice?"

Xiao Ye looked into Mi Ye's earnest and concerned eyes, remained silent for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"……No."

She turned her head, her red hair obscuring her profile and making it impossible to see her expression, but Hiesta keenly noticed that the tips of her ears were slightly red, probably because of Miya's caring attitude and her supermodel looks.

"so cute."

Hiesta cupped her face in her hands, and two hearts lit up in her peach-colored eyes.

"Xiao Xiaoye's expression—wanting to get angry but finding no reason to—was so captivating! He was both unwilling and forced to submit. That expression was so beautiful!"

"You just said that Miya is your type."

Violet reminded her.

"Even now! I like them both!"

I think you have some serious illness.

Primula silently moved half a body to the side, deciding to ignore her.

Violet nodded in agreement.