Chapter 120: Masha

The hot topics on the Witch Network update quickly.

In the morning, it was the Zerg.

But by evening, the topic of who was going on a date with Qianxia Jiang surged to the top of the hot search.

The reason was a new post on Qianxia’s personal account.

It was a photo of Qianxia in white stockings, with the caption:

“Tomorrow is the date, I’m so excited.”

The comments exploded.

Ququ: “Wuwu, Qianxia Jiang, I hope you’re happy!”

Wei Zhen Zu: “Qianxia, my Qianxia Jiang!”

My Mom is My Grandma: “Qianxia Jiang, do you need someone to push you?” And more people were discussing which lucky person won the date with Qianxia.

“I’m back.”

Su Ling returned home and handed the blueberry cake to Su Yao.

Su Yao took it, took a bite, and looked satisfied.

Then, with a disdainful expression, Su Ling gave Suzuki the hazelnut chocolate cake.

“Mmm—this is so good!”

Suzuki made an exaggerated sound.

Su Ling couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“By the way, junior, did you know you’re famous?”

Suzuki said while eating cake and browsing the forum, snickering.

Su Ling paused in the middle of taking off her white stockings.

Famous again?

She leaned over to Suzuki and saw it was about Qianxia’s date.

“Tsk, that. Why is it tomorrow?”

But counting the days, it seemed to be tomorrow.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had the day off.

But Su Ling only felt a headache coming on.

It was a nice weekend, and she really didn’t want to go on any date.

“Can I just not go?”

After all, she had won the prize. Couldn’t she just skip it?

“This is something countless witches dream of, and you say you won’t go just like that?”

Suzuki scooped a bite of cake and licked the cream off her lips.

She looked at Su Ling and Su Yao, who were curious, and began to explain.

“This lottery is a tradition of the Witch’s Hut. Every time, you get to spend a day with the Oiran of the Witch’s Hut.”

All expenses are covered by the Witch’s Hut.

It’s a genuine windfall.

Moreover, as one of the few student forces in the Witch Academy that can stand up to the Student Council, having the Oiran of the Witch’s Hut go on a date with you is an honor.

“If you want to back out, in principle it’s possible, but it would inevitably disrespect the Witch’s Hut. If you make them unhappy, you might have trouble asking them for help in the future.”

The Witch Academy isn’t just about fighting; it’s also about social connections.

“Besides, from the first event until now, no one has ever withdrawn.”

Suzuki suddenly chuckled, patted Su Ling on the shoulder, her face full of envy.

“That’s the Oiran of the Witch’s Hut, you know! Do you understand what that means??”

Su Ling shook her head blankly.

A pretty girl?

Well, Qianxia was indeed beautiful and cute.

“The Oiran of the Witch’s Hut cultivates an Ancient Dual Cultivation Method. I heard it’s a legacy from the Galactic Alliance six thousand years ago.”

“Hehe, dual cultivating with the Oiran once can save you a year of hard training and help you go further on the Sequence.”

A year of hard training?

Su Ling blinked.

That seemed too little, didn’t it?

In novels and TV shows, it was always at least ten years.

“It’s not little. Sleeping for one night saves you a year, with no side effects. This isn’t a windfall—it’s raining gold from the sky.”

Suzuki rolled her eyes.

She knew exactly what Su Ling was thinking.

“To put it this way: if you offered that chance to your ex-girlfriend Luo Qianxue, she would accept without hesitation.” It seemed pretty tempting.

Su Ling nodded.

But soon she realized something.

“What ex-girlfriend? I have nothing going on with Luo Qianxue at all.”

Su Ling looked at Suzuki with dissatisfaction.

But Suzuki and Su Yao looked at her with strange eyes.

Really nothing?

“I said nothing, and it’s nothing!”

Su Ling, annoyed and embarrassed, snatched the cakes from the two of them.

Eat this!

“Ah! Ling Ling, I didn’t say anything!”

Su Yao wailed.

“Wuwu, junior, I was wrong. Give it back, please~”

Suzuki clasped her hands together, begging.

“Eat this? Eating such high-calorie stuff at night is bad for your health. Eat it tomorrow.”

“Nooo—!”

Su Yao and Suzuki wailed in unison.

—

“Huff! Huff!”

“Finally lost them.”

In a messy corner.

A petite black-robed figure pressed against the wall, panting heavily in the darkness.

She glanced around warily, confirming no one was there, then let out a sigh of relief.

“Right, the Heavenly Pearl.”

Her small hand reached into her pocket, and her body trembled.

“Where’s my Heavenly Pearl?!”

She panicked.

She immediately took off her black robe.

Under the faint moonlight, her true form was revealed.

She was a petite girl with fiery red hair tied into fluffy twin tails that fell to her waist, the strands glistening softly in the moonlight.

She wore a short Lolita dress, cream-colored with dark red rose patterns, and a matching bow at the collar.

Below were knee-high white socks and leather shoes, but now the girl took off the shoes and brought them close to her eyes.

A smell of leather mixed with a hint of perfume wafted over.

“No, it’s really gone!”

The girl squatted on the ground, clutching her hair in pain.

She had finally regained her freedom, but the most important Heavenly Pearl was lost.

That was the Heavenly Pearl, the sacred relic of her race.

If Mother found out…

The girl’s body trembled again.

“No, I have to find it!”

“Masha, Masha, think hard—did you drop it somewhere?”

Masha patted her own cheeks, closed her eyes, and began to recall quickly.

The palace of memories surfaced in her mind, and everything that had happened today flashed like a movie on fast-forward.

In the morning, she had pretended to be sick, fooling the guards.

Then, using her talent [All Beings], she transformed into Mother’s appearance and swaggered out.

Later, the guards discovered her escape and pursued her quickly.

To shake them off, she squeezed into crowded places.

An amusement park, a big shopping mall… a bakery with a long line.

“Stop!”

Masha suddenly opened her eyes, a glint flashing in her crimson pupils.

“It’s her!”

In her mind, the image of a girl with white hair and cherry-colored eyes froze.

She remembered accidentally bumping into her.

And the Heavenly Pearl had probably fallen then.

But soon Masha fell into despair.

How was she supposed to find her?

There were billions of students in the Witch Academy.

Finding one person was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“Right, I don’t have to find her—I can lure her here…”

Masha muttered.

She followed the image in her memory, and her body began to contort in the darkness.

Her figure rose and fell, her height increased, and with the sound of tearing fabric, a girl with white hair and cherry-colored eyes appeared in her place, wincing.

“Damn, that girl… is she really that big?”

“It hurts…”

Masha looked at the torn clothes on her body and wanted to cry but had no tears.