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

Xiao Ye had no idea how long he had been lying there.

After being thrown behind the rock by Miya, she tried to escape in at least three ways.

For example, when I used the tiny bit of magic I had just recovered to break free of the restraints left by the tentacles, they didn't budge at all.

Trying to push the rice ball out with your tongue only made it get stuck even tighter.

He tried to roll off the rocks to attract the attention of passing examinees, but he didn't even have the strength to turn over.

Finally, she gave up and lay on her back on the pile of dead leaves, staring blankly at the sky above her, which was cut into pieces by the tree canopy.

The jacket was too big, with the sleeves sticking out too much. She brought the cuffs to her nose and smelled them.

The clothes had a faint herbal scent, mixed with the smell of post-rain earth and some indescribable sweetness.

It's probably the scent of that little witch.

She recalled the expression on Mi Ye's face when he took off his windbreaker and draped it over her shoulders. His head was tilted to the side, his ear tips were bright red, and his movements were quick and light, as if he were handling a tantalizing bomb that could explode at any moment.

Even though you've already won, why would you give the defeated opponent clothes and rice balls? Is this person out of their mind?

Xiao Ye couldn't help but snort as he thought of this.

She licked a piece of rice ball and tasted it; it was quite delicious. Then she noticed that the treetops in the distance were beginning to darken, and the sky above her head was gradually turning from grayish-white to pale gold.

So she sketched out what Hiesta looked like in her mind.

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

Teacher Hiesta always deliberately buys a size too big for her psychic robes, with sleeves so long they cover her entire hands, and the cuffs sway as she walks.

The last time she saw a video on MikuFans, it was of Hiesta performing a psychic ritual at the Moon Forest Festival. She summoned a semi-transparent astral cat, made it roll over on its back on the stage, and then laughed so hard in front of the students that she was doubled over, waving her sleeves back and forth.

Xiao Ye saved the video to an encrypted folder in his phone's photo album, set a fingerprint lock, and would secretly watch it every night after finishing his studies.

Ms. Hiesta is so cute.

Will she happen to switch to my perspective? Will she see the failed soul invasion? Will she think I'm embarrassing? Will she think I'm too useless for not being able to beat a little witch who only picks flowers?

But if she really saw the whole process, then she should have seen that I didn't lose because I was weak; that little witch was a monster.

"It's all that family's fault, ugh."

Xiao Ye mumbled incoherently to the sky, her tone carrying a hint of grievance that she herself was unaware of.

If it weren't for her, she would have scored at least ten points by now.

Teacher Hiesta will see her dominating the battlefield on the observation screen and will think she's amazing. She might even come to the psychic arts exam hall to talk to her after the martial arts exam.

Then I asked her if she would like to join my research group, and then I would have one hour of one-on-one tutoring time each week...

Her muttering to herself suddenly stopped.

Something had climbed up her ankle.

It's soft, warm, and still moving.

Xiao Ye suddenly looked down and saw a pinkish-white, semi-transparent soft mass wriggling up her ankle, like a glutinous rice ball, white and pink, with tiny dark red veins inside pulsating rhythmically.

"Ugh—! Ugh!"

Xiaoye wanted to scream for help, but with rice balls still stuck in his mouth, he could only make muffled whimpering sounds.

She kicked her legs desperately, trying to shake off the thing, but her legs were completely wrapped in slime and she couldn't exert any strength. Moreover, with each struggle, the soft thing wrapped another layer around her.

The soft material wrapped around her waist, bulging the hem of her windbreaker. The soft material crawled under the hem and writhed against her skin, creating an extremely strange sensation, like being licked by countless tiny tongues at the same time.

Her consciousness began to blur, and she felt very sleepy.

The paralyzing effect of the Empty Lice was cutting off all her tension.

The fabric of the red dress was gradually dissolved by the slightly acidic mucus on the soft surface, making a soft rustling sound.

Xiaoye's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her vision became increasingly blurry, and the sky above her head, fragmented by the tree canopy, slowly turned into a flowing pink patch of light in her eyes, similar to the color of Professor Hiesta's eyes.

She blinked at the increasingly blurry sky with her eyes half-closed, then a dizzy smile appeared on her lips.

Oh well, I can't move anyway, so I might as well just take a nap.

"Ms. Hiesta, I like you so much..."

"Your sleeves are so long, they're hanging down and brushing against my face, it's so itchy, but it feels so good."

Then Xiaoye closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even and long.

The Empty Lice completely enveloped her body, from her toes to her collarbone, all wrapped in a pinkish-white, semi-transparent soft substance, and then contracted slightly.

The communicator's sensors detected that the little witch's life force had been drained to a critical level. A beam of teleportation light descended from the sky, enveloping Xiaoye and the still happily wriggling slime, and they disappeared into the pile of dead leaves.

A few withered leaves were blown up by the teleportation airflow, swirled in the air, and then fell back to their original positions.

From the canopy table, Hiesta's observation screen was positioned perfectly at Xiaoye's vantage point.

She watched as the girl in the red dress was gently wrapped from head to toe in a soft, pinkish-white body, and under the effect of numbness, she gave up struggling and revealed a silly, sweet smile.

Hiesta cupped her cheeks in her hands, her peach-colored eyes quietly curving into two crescent moons.

Primula, unusually, did not comment. She simply picked up her teacup, took a sip, and gazed thoughtfully at the empty space where Xiaoye had disappeared.

Violet raised her hand and put a checkmark next to Xiaoye's exam number, adding a line of text.

[Specializing in psychic arts, with a focus on charm]

[Insufficient melee defense and lack of countermeasures against unsuspecting units]

[Recommended Mentor: Hiesta]