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

Xiao Ye felt that he was probably the unluckiest person in the entire examination room today.

She followed Mi Ye for almost half an hour, helping her find seven or eight little red flowers, using at least five different angles of smiles, three different tones of concern, and twice "accidentally" letting the shoulder strap slip down and then casually pulling it back.

These tricks had worked every time in previous exams. Those little witches who had just graduated from high school only knew how to do practice questions and memorize spells. They had never seen anything like this before.

Xiao Ye only needs to tilt her head and smile, then lean closer and say something like, "Your eyes are so beautiful," and the other person will blush and their heart will race. Then, when she suggests teaming up, the success rate is almost 100%.

Once the others relaxed their guard, a spirit crept up from behind, silently invading their consciousness. Within seconds, it could corrupt their mind, disrupt their magic, and automatically teleport them out of the examination room.

Clean and neat, not even blood would splatter on the skirt.

But the adorable little witch in front of me wasn't buying it at all.

Xiaoye praised her for being cute, and she hummed in agreement before continuing to dig for flowers.

Xiaoye asked her if she was cold, and she said she was fine, because she was a physical education student.

Xiao Ye deliberately slowed his pace to walk to her side, letting the shoulder strap slip down a bit. Her collarbone was white with a rosy glow in the post-rain sunlight. Mi Ye looked up at her, said seriously, "Your clothes are about to fall down," and then turned to chase after another Blood Fairy.

For the first time in his life, Xiao Ye doubted his own charm.

She was unwilling to accept it. Although she admitted that the little one's vitality was indeed outrageous, the moment his soul invaded her sea of ​​consciousness, it was directly evaporated by that sun, causing her considerable loss.

But the more she couldn't figure it out, the more she wanted to figure it out.

Or rather, what she originally intended to do with Miya was now an inexplicable obsession.

Why won't this tiny, soft, seemingly innocent little witch, who looks like she could be easily fooled, take the bait?

Moreover, she really wanted to attend Professor Hiesta's class; every time she defeated an opponent, she would have one more chance.

As Xiaoye followed behind Miye, he couldn't help but glance at the treetops above his head.

She knew that there were proctors watching from outside the mirror world, and she also knew that Hiesta must be watching the movements of all the candidates on some observation screen.

Could it be that Professor Hiesta just happened to switch to her perspective?

Could it be that she saw her failed soul invasion just now?

Wouldn't you think she's embarrassing?

Thinking of this, Xiaoye's face began to burn, her fingers unconsciously tightened the belt of her red dress, her steps slowed, her heart pounded, and her mind began to uncontrollably recall the beauty of Hiesta.

She has short pink hair, peach-colored eyes, and a smile that makes her look like a cat that has just stolen a fish.

"Hehehe."

She cupped her face and giggled twice.

As Mi Ye carefully placed the ninetieth Blood Fairy into the side pocket of her backpack, she stood up and turned around, only to see the girl in the red dress standing a few steps away, her hands cupping her cheeks, the corners of her mouth curving into a somewhat eerie arc, her entire face flushed with a thin layer of pink.

Mi Ye glanced at her sideways, then made a silent judgment in her mind.

This little devil must have something wrong with her head.

She shook her head and continued walking.

When Xiaoye snapped out of his reverie, he realized that he had been following Miye for quite some time.

This can't go on!

Soul invasion was ineffective, and charm was useless, so don't blame her for using the most primitive methods!

Her fingers touched the small knife strapped to her waist.

The blade is short, only the length of a finger, but it is very sharp.

This knife was originally intended for cutting materials used in psychic rituals; I never imagined it would be used against exam takers.

She took a deep breath, silently drew her knife, and walked so lightly that she didn't even make a sound when she stepped on the puddles on the moss.

One step, two steps, three steps.

She could already see the fine, golden hairs on the back of Mi Ye's neck, a few strands of which were caught in the collar of her windbreaker, revealing a small section of her fair neck.

With just one strike, this place becomes a mirror world. Any attack deemed fatal will trigger a teleportation mechanism, resulting in immediate elimination.

She only needed one stab to end the chase that had frustrated her for almost an hour.

She gripped the knife handle tightly, took a deep breath, and pressed her wrist down sharply!

...?

Why can't she move her wrist?

A tentacle slipped out from Mi Ye's sleeve at some point, silently circled around from the side and behind Xiao Ye, and wrapped around her wrist the moment she swung her sword.

The force wasn't strong, but the sensation was extremely strange, after all, it was a living thing.

The surface of the tentacles was smooth and slightly cool, with tiny suction cups gently wriggling inside, like countless tiny hands pressing against her skin at the same time.

Before Xiaoye could react to what was happening, the second tentacle had already wrapped around her waist twice, locking her firmly from the waist down.

With each tightening of the tentacles, the suction cups on the inside of the tentacles adhered more tightly to her skin, drawing away the magic from her body bit by bit.

Xiao Ye felt his body rapidly going limp, and he felt completely drained.

"What, what is this thing?!"

Her voice trembled even to herself.

The knife slipped from her weak fingers and fell onto the moss with a dull thud.

Miya turned around with a complicated expression, wondering what was going on this time.

She saw that Xiaoye was completely entangled by tentacles, his wrists were bound behind his back, his chest was tightly bound by tentacles and forced to stand up slightly, and the hem of his red dress was accidentally lifted up a little by the petals at the end of the tentacles, revealing his soft thighs.

As his magic was continuously drained, Xiaoye's legs became unsteady, his knees bent slightly, and he only managed to stay upright thanks to the support of his tentacles.

Two very obvious blushes appeared on her face, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Miya paused for a moment, then quickly turned her face away.

"Why is there another one?"

She muttered something, her tone carrying a hint of impatience at being constantly interrupted.

She used her tentacles to lift Xiaoye up gently, carefully avoiding any angles that might cause her pain. The dark red petals at the ends of the tentacles also thoughtfully supported Xiaoye's back, preventing her from feeling uncomfortable from being suspended in the air.

Then she started looking for a place to put the people.

She glanced around and found the back of a relatively dry rock, with a thick layer of dead leaves on the ground, which could barely serve as a temporary storage spot.

She gently placed Xiaoye on the withered leaves, loosened her grip, and was about to stand up and leave when she suddenly stopped.

This guy's clothes are way too scantily clad.

The red dress was made of only one layer of fabric, with shoulder straps as thin as two noodles, exposing the entire shoulder and collarbone.

The temperature dropped quite a bit when it rained earlier, and although the rain has stopped now, it's still chilly in the jungle.

Xiao Ye lay on the withered leaves. After his magic was drained, his physical condition was similar to that of an ordinary person. He was so cold that he had goosebumps.

And her stomach rumbled softly, a very quiet sound, but clearly audible in the quiet jungle.

Mi Ye looked down at her, remained silent for a long while, and then sighed.

She unzipped her jacket and took it off; the inner lining was already warm from her body heat.

Then Xiaoye helped her up, draped the windbreaker over her shoulders, zipped it up to her neck, and pulled the sleeves up for her as well.

The clothes were too big; the hem dragged up to Xiaoye's thighs, and the sleeves were so long that his fingers couldn't even be seen.

Then she pulled a rice ball out of her backpack, which she had taken from Biechen's dinner table that morning.

She unwrapped the plastic wrap and stuffed the rice ball into Xiaoye's mouth.

"Huh—?!"

Before Xiaoye could react, a rice ball was stuffed into his mouth.

She wanted to speak, but the rice ball was stuck in the middle of her mouth, and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it down. She could only make muffled "mmm" sounds.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at Mi Ye, her gaze filled with confusion, shame, and a subtle hint of grievance.

But Miya didn't even look at her.

From the moment she handed him the rice ball to the moment she stood up and turned around, Mi Ye's face remained turned to the side, her gaze deliberately avoiding Xiao Ye's direction, and the tips of her ears were even redder than before.

She wasn't disrespectful to her opponent; she was genuinely shy. After all, Xiao Ye's clothes were too revealing, and the way he was bound by tentacles was too much to bear close scrutiny. If she looked at him any longer, her blush would spread from her face to the roots of her neck, and then she would feel like she was about to burst into flames.

"You can stay here. Here, take my windbreaker."

Mi Ye stood up and tugged at her close-fitting collar. Without her windbreaker, she was only wearing a thin shirt, and the chill was seeping into her bones, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Then she walked away without looking back, her pace much faster than usual. It was less about rushing and more about escaping a scene that made her so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

She could still hear Xiao Ye making muffled noises behind her even after she had walked several steps away; he was probably cursing her or calling her back.

But Miya selectively ignored him and ran off, disappearing behind the bushes.

【? ? ? ? 】

What did I just see?

[Even someone as strong as Xiaoye was instantly defeated?]

That rice ball looks delicious, what kind of filling is it?

So tentacles are a natural counter to witches, right?

[Xiaoye's expression, like she wants to get angry but can't, is so cute.]

[No, Miya's ears turned red! They turned red when she saw Xiaoye being bound by tentacles!]

So Miya wasn't unresponsive; she was just shy and pretending not to?

[Even cuter!]

The forum exploded.

Xiaoye's odds had already fluctuated once when the soul invasion failed, but that was only a small fluctuation. After all, at that time, everyone thought she was just unlucky. If she couldn't win in a head-on fight, she could run away, and if she ran away, she could go and harvest other candidates to accumulate points.

But it's different now.

High-resolution screenshots of Xiaoye being bound by tentacles have gone viral on the forums. In the screenshots, she is lifted up by the waist by dark red tentacles, a small knife is lying on the ground, her eyes are filled with tears, and a blush spreads from her cheeks to her neck.

Mi Ye stood in front of her, head tilted to the side, looking relaxed.

The community watched as several recognized powerhouses were instantly killed by Mi Ye in one move.

Asaba Rika, who was lying in bed watching the live stream, stared at the pale golden figure running and fleeing through the bushes on the screen, and remained silent for a long time.

Xiaoye is widely recognized as one of the top contenders this year.

The combination of charm and necromancy, a form of mental pollution, is theoretically fatal to all magic-driven examinees.

But she just happened to run into Miya.

A monster that doesn't need magic, isn't afraid of mental invasion, and can absorb all magic with a single move.

At that moment, Asaba Rika, who was watching the live stream, pulled the blanket up to cover her chin. When she saw the barrage of tentacle emojis and rice ball emojis on the screen, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.