Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Eager applause filled the 'venue,' and the audience couldn't help but cheer for the beautiful dance and performance, many even tempted to buy one of the exquisite porcelain pieces to take home.

The shrine maiden in the pond bowed in thanks before slowly withdrawing, protected by several staff members as she entered the rest area on the side of the venue.

"It's over, I really want to watch a bit longer," Mel said, a bit reluctant.

"Such performances are very tiring because they can't afford a single mistake. You have to concentrate all your energy," Hexia, having seen her own mother's performance on a Memory Chip, understood very well.

"Are you going to buy one, Hexia? These porcelain items are quite good for storing things," Mel was more familiar with Lianhong Porcelain Academy.

"Although they look like tiny vases, they're actually space-storage items, capable of holding a large amount of liquid."

"Only liquid, not solid?" the girl asked, puzzled.

"Yes, because the space inside is created to be random and rugged, and it may keep changing and twisting, that's why it can only store liquids and gases," Mel explained as she pulled Hexia to a booth inside the venue, where there were detailed presentations. Discover exclusive tales on empire

In the Interstellar Era, space-storage items remained rare, and even those that could only store liquids or gases were not cheap.

Seeing the slightly exaggerated seven-digit price, Hexia shook her head; no wonder the academy's products weren't big sellers—it seemed the cost still couldn't be brought down.

However, while the functional Transcendent creations of porcelain were too expensive, other decorative porcelain pieces were not prohibitive, and many students in the venue would buy one or two small pendants as souvenirs.

"I'll take this Pisces cup," Mel picked up a translucent cup, its sides delicately painted with fish chasing each other.

"Which one do you want, Hexia?" she asked, apparently ready to spend money on a friend again.

"I'll have that white porcelain Hong Lian fishbowl," Hexia thought of the silly fish in her dormitory, contemplating a new home for it.

"All right, that'll be 860 Federation Coins. Do you need us to deliver it directly to your residence by courier?"

"Yes, otherwise I won't be able to go out and have fun today." Mel nodded afterward, letting the clerk help pack the items, then entered Yuanting's address.

"So you're students from Yuanting Academy. Are you freshmen? I haven't seen you before," the young man in the uniform curiously looked at them.

Yuanting Academy only accepted about 300 new students every year; it wasn't an academy with vast numbers. Coupled with the concentration of academies in Northern First District and the continuous mingling events, everyone was quite familiar with each other.

"Yes," Mel admitted, slightly embarrassed, half-concealing her face with a gray moon cat in her hand.

"Ahaha, we have shy juniorettes. Hello, my name is Li Ming. Actually, our Academy and Yuanting Academy have a good relationship. We've had several collaborations in the past two years, but you might not know about it since you're new here," as Li Ming conversed genially with them, the people lining up behind began to show impatience, and he hurried to end the conversation.

"But it's quite busy now, we might not be able to attend to you right away. Why don't you go sit in the backstage rest room for a bit? There are a few upperclassmen there. Oh right, Luo Fuyu, the shrine maiden who performed earlier, is also there."

Hearing that they could meet the shrine maiden from the performance, Mel no longer cared about her shyness or embarrassment and happily agreed.

Seeing her agreement, Li Ming called to a classmate beside him to lead the two there.

"Xiaoxiao, take them to sit inside for a while. They are students from Yuanting," he said.

"Eh? Oh, okay," this girl had been introducing the porcelain on the shelf to someone beside her, so she asked the classmate to continue while she came over.

She had a chestnut gold single ponytail and was slightly taller than Hexia, probably around 17-18 years old.

"Come with me," she said, leading the two through the labyrinth of stacked porcelain, turning several corners before entering a room at the very back, opening the door.

There were five people in the rest room, one of them being the shrine maiden from the performance. She was now sitting in front of a mirror touching up her makeup, with a companion helping her manage her hair and clothes; another student was sleeping on a sofa inside, with occasional snores, while the remaining two were chatting on a couch, discussing where to go next.

"I'm coming in," Xiaoxiao knocked on the door before leading the two in, attracting the attention of everyone inside the room.

"These two are students from Yuanting. They've come to rest for a bit." While curious about the appearance of Yuanting students, the room's occupants did not object but were rather intrigued.

After bringing in the two guests, Xiaoxiao left having completed her task, leaving the somewhat awkwardly seated pair. Fortunately, the shrine maiden dressed girl was done with her makeup and stood up to come over and sit down.

"Are you first-year students?" She had long hair like smoke-black satin, her hands neatly placed in front of her, dignified and calm, a demeanor that made Hexia think of her own mother.

"Yes, but how could you tell?" The two were curious.

"It's quite normal. First, there is the height, and then there's the naïve and innocent look on your faces," said the upperclasswoman, covering her mouth with a light laugh as her half-exposed fingertips peeked out from beneath snowy sleeves.

"It's probably only like this in freshman year. The upperclassmen at your school are all very shrewd. Last time I went to select a Niexue cat, I was given quite a high price," she reminisced, pulling out a little bell tied with a red string from her sleeve and gently shaking it.