Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Arriving at the corridor frequently used by students, Tilan posted the flyer on the bulletin board and then moved on to the next location.

Occasionally when students passed by, she would stand aside with the poster under the pretense of admiring the scenery, waiting for them to leave before continuing.

Phew, that should be almost done.

After posting nearly 20 flyers, Tilan stood beneath the final bulletin board, feeling somewhat more relaxed; then her gaze landed on the other contents within the board. Besides her own, there were also some club recruitment posts and handwritten posters for various interest groups.

In an age where information is incredibly advanced, it's quite strange that these simple forms of posters haven't been phased out. But in fact, because there's such an overload of information, people often directly ignore irrelevant details.

For instance, ads that pop up while browsing forums or the overly extravagant contents on the side are often disregarded, no matter how sensational they're written. Most people won't pay them any attention, not even reading them.

Because these things have been defaulted as junk information in everyone's mind.

In contrast, the handwritten notices in black and white posted inside the elevator on the way home from work are something that most people will take an extra glance at.

[Heavenly Falling Divine Sound! Edith Academy's strongest band ever is recruiting! Come, let us roar loudly and shake the world!]

[Seeking special and novel plant seeds, if available please contact the ID below, this notice is long-term. — Yalian]

[On the night of December 17th, Twin Serpent Bridge, 'Hat and Short Sword Club' will battle with Crystal Lattice Academy's 'Curtain of Rain Club'!]

[Group trip to the Purple Sand Crystal Star Domain during the holidays, interested parties please sign up.]

[I am skilled with the left-handed sword, Sequence 5 of the Slashing Blade, seeking a long-term sparring partner, willing to share combat experience and two instant acceleration secret techniques.]

Tilan's gaze swept over these notices one by one, reflecting quite a lot of things.

In contrast to Yuanting Academy, where learning and activities are organized by the class, Edith Academy operates under a different model. It's more about forming teams freely, seeking peers to study and research together. The academy also seldom organizes activities by class; they are more likely to be organized by clubs and individuals signing up for various events.

'Every student should break free from the vulgar masses and focus on their field of passion; companions, too, must share common goals. Only then can one avoid meaningless conformity, thus reducing waste of energy and time.' This has been Edith Academy's philosophy all along. Hence the school rarely forces students to act collectively according to class but rather encourages individuality and sparks personal initiative to try different things.

'If you have made it to Edith Academy, you are undoubtedly a selected elite. If you still live a muddle-headed life by just following the crowd, then you are wasting the academy's training.' This quote from a past principal still circulates within the school.

When Tilan finished her tasks for the day and returned to her residence to rest, a blonde girl energetically jumped out of the Hover Car and strode into the academy.

"Efnie, remember to keep in touch with Mom and talk about anything that bothers you. And don't put up with anyone giving you a hard time."

Behind the blonde girl, a woman dressed in a fur stole leaned out of the vehicle, continuing her ongoing admonitions.

"I know, you don't need to keep saying it." Efnie found such concerns somewhat tiresome, and without turning her head, she continued walking towards the academy.

Although she knew her parents meant well, the more they consoled her this way, the more it aggravated her mood. Was she really that fragile? Besides, she was already anxious about ascending in rank, and their daily concern and questioning only added to her irritation.

After walking for several minutes, the sound from behind had long faded away, and the surroundings had become quieter. Only then did Efnie's mood begin to improve slightly, awakening from her previous emotion.

Is it already evening? She stopped and looked out at the sky from the corridor. The purple-red blaze of the twilight sky spread beautifully across the heavens.

Unconsciously, her mood improved a little, and then she shook her head and continued walking, though not as hurriedly as before.

Since it was Thursday, there weren't many students in the academy; otherwise, if some boys saw the 'Goldfish Princess' Efnie alone, they probably couldn't resist approaching her for a chat.

The young girl with a wide single ponytail of blonde hair and clad in a white blouse with wide sleeves simply walked around, and the fabric, which was like satin, would gently flutter as if a goldfish were swimming in water.

She favored the style of this dress, and the fabric was the precious T3-level 'Airflow Satin,' which was so rare that only a few families within Edith Academy could get their hands on it.

After moving forward for a while, the 'Flame Goldfish Princess' stopped in front of a notice board and casually glanced over it. Your journey continues with empire

Skyfall Sonata? Never heard of it, she wasn't interested in rock music.

Seeking rare seeds, Yalian still likes doing that.

The clash between two major societies on the night of December 17th, that she could consider watching.

She quickly skimmed over the travel and sparring notices, paying them no mind, and then her gaze shifted to the last newly posted poster.

Twilight Orchestra recruiting? Ice Spirit Dew Drink and sharing three ancient secret techniques? Now that was novel.

She needed to focus on advancing her Transcendent Rank and didn't have the time or energy to join such societies, but what the society offered was quite intriguing, and although she wasn't interested, she knew a friend who would be very keen.

Late on, she snapped a picture of the poster with her personal terminal and sent it to that friend.

Soon, a reply arrived.

[The poster you sent, is it from our school?]

[Of course, but I only saw it on the notice board; I don't know the details. If you're interested, contact them yourself,] Efnie sent this message, then put away her personal terminal and continued on her way.

Tonight she had no plans to return to the dorm to rest; instead, she wanted to meditate in the practice room and then try to condense her Branding pattern, to advance to Sequence 4.

Normally, under normal circumstances, federal students in their junior year of high school are still considering advancing to Sequence 2, and those who advanced to Sequence 2 in junior high are consolidating their knowledge foundation in their freshman year of high school, then contemplating Sequence 3 during their sophomore and junior years. Generally, Sequence 4 is something to consider after graduation.

Professional workers on the market today are at Sequence 4, Sequence 5 represents a rare elite, and Sequence 6 generally includes the core personnel of large companies, i.e., the upper-middle class.

Of course, that's the general public's opinion and view. For Efnie, who was blessed with extraordinary talent, she had higher expectations for herself. Sequence 4 was by no means the end, but merely the beginning.

However, what she thought of as the 'starting phase' had her stuck for almost a year, which is why she was somewhat frustrated lately, having argued with her family, which led to the scene when she got out of the car earlier.

[Received, I will contact them later. Thanks for the heads-up, Efnie. Are you still fretting over your advancement? Why not come over to my place and relax a bit?]

Seeing such a reply, a smile appeared on Efnie's lips, but she shook her head and quickly responded.

[No need, your central air conditioning does a great job of comforting people, but I won't crowd your place.]

The person on the other side had been very popular with women since childhood, adored by various sisters and aunts. After entering high school, he often received confessions from many girls, and Efnie knew this all too well.

The two of them had known each other since childhood and were good friends. Efnie was all too aware of his ability to attract admirers, and visiting him might cause unknown numbers of girls who secretly liked him to shed tears. Others might even spread rumors in the academy by the next day.

Thus, she decisively turned down his kind offer, teasing him with a few words before putting down her personal terminal.

It's time to keep working hard, Efnie, she said to herself, then brushed aside the hair on her shoulder.

Golden streaks flowed with glimmers of light, turning a reddish-orange at the ends. Faint sparks scattered, looking particularly beautiful in the twilight corridor.

Lifting her foot, the 'Goldfish Princess' leaped up lightly, clearing more than ten meters in a single step. The gradually igniting golden hair trailed through the air, leaving behind a trail of sparks, all the way to the end of the corridor and the distance beyond.