Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

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The battle had ended, and from the ambulances parked on both sides of the bridge, paramedics descended to carry the injured students inside before ascending, sending them to the hospitals that had been reserved in advance.

Though their injuries appeared severe, with the advanced medical technology of the day, recovery was not difficult; even the student who had sustained the worst injuries during the combat would heal within a week and not miss much study time. It was precisely because of such medical conditions that the academies engaged in such intense confrontations.

Those students who were uninjured or had only minor superficial wounds helped each other down from the bridge. Despite their disheveled clothes, the smiles on their faces could not be suppressed.

"We won."

"We won, haha, we won." As they spoke, laughter erupted among them.

"Won't be able to sleep tonight."

"I feel the same."

"How about we go for barbecue?"

"Let's go, let's go." A chorus of agreements could be heard through the night.

Thus, the remaining members who were able to move decided unanimously to go for barbecue to celebrate their hard-won victory.

Atop the building, Tilan picked up her ringing personal terminal and, upon answering, heard the cheering and laughter from the other side, followed by voices inviting her to join them for barbecue.

"You guys go ahead, I'll come later." Shortly after speaking, she put down her personal terminal and turned her gaze upward.

Under the bright moonlight, six students wearing circular goggles hovered quietly in the air. Their goggles, emanating a rotating green light, seemed less to augment vision than to deliberately obstruct it. The transparent material of their sleeves and the transparent skirts over their black miniskirts, undulating like jellyfish tentacles, slowly revolved, creating a special buoyancy that allowed the six individuals to remain effortlessly and quietly suspended in mid-air.

Electronic components on their wrists and headset goggles blinked with indicator lights, flickering constantly, then occasionally sending out faint ripples that scanned everything below them.

Clearly, the combat preferences, movements, and skills of the members from both sides in the recent battle had been scanned and recorded by these figures, then fed into AI for analysis. These silhouettes, proficient in AI and electronic warfare, belonged to the students of Crystal Lattice Academy.

Unlike other academies, the students of Crystal Lattice Academy almost uniformly studied the Spirit Particle Sequence, a Sequence known for its control over electronics and machinery, which originated from the Mechanical Council during the Twilight Era and was once the only Sequence practiced by humanity. In the current Interstellar Era, it had found new vitality, gradually supplanting the position held by the Magic Sequence.

While scanning, recording, and analyzing, the six noticed the girl atop the building looking at them.

"Who is she?"

The crisp voice traveled through the headsets to the surrounding companions, and then two members connected to the South First District resident database to commence a search and comparison.

"A freshman at Edith Academy, Tilan."

"A freshman? With Sequence 4 of the Withering Sequence, that's quite rare."

"She seems to have seen us, what should we do?" one of the companions asked.

"What does it matter if she has seen us? But our data collection is complete for today, and it's time to leave."

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"Yes."

After that, the tall girl leading the group blew a kiss to the black-haired girl below and then floated away with her companions.

"Crystal Lattice School…" The girl muttered this somewhat unfamiliar name to herself, watching as the group disappeared into the distance.

Although they had won this time, it seemed that the next time would not be so easy. The other academies were not unprepared; after exposing their strength this time, they would definitely become a target for the opponents' countermeasures.

In the days to come, they would need to intensify their training, the girl thought to herself, considering adding more training programs to the 'Hat and Short Sword' club and then disseminating the 'White Orchid Swordsmanship'.

She couldn't always stay at the 'Hat and Short Sword' club to oversee the training, but fortunately, with the five apprentices from before, she could let them take over the instruction, just occasionally stepping in to correct and clarify.

Their trump card was still insufficient. If the Academy's mission for her was to challenge Saint Yingo, then the current strength of the students within the school was far from enough. It was already not easy to compete with Thunder Edge, ranked fifth, let alone the higher-ranked Crystal Lattice School and Swarm's Reign Academy.

"Hat and Short Sword", a close-combat swordsmanship club, ultimately had limited numbers and strength. She would have to support the rise of new powers…

After gradually taking over the work of the student council, the black-haired girl started to develop a sense of ownership, paying attention to the overall situation and affairs within the Academy.

Three days later, most of the students who had been injured during the competition had recovered, and the remaining members were also able to get out of bed and move around. To commemorate this victory, the 'Hat and Short Sword' club decided to take a group photo as a keepsake.

"Why not wait until everyone's fully recovered before taking the photo?" some of the girls asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand, the smiles with scars, wrapped in bandages, have more flavor, and are more memorable," one of the club members answered.

For this reason, during the photo shoot, many students' faces still had adhesive bandages, and there were gauze wraps on their shoulders and arms. Some were shirtless, merely draping a jacket over their shoulders. Although everyone looked scarred and bandaged, there genuinely was an atmosphere of post-battle exhilaration.

"Front row crouch down, middle row get ready, tall ones stand in the back," the student in charge of photography commanded loudly. The members of the Academy began to line up properly.

Among them, Wulai stood out with his towering height and burly figure, hands on hips, standing in the very back row in the center. Next to him were also club members of similar stature and build. Other members sat on chairs in the middle row, while some half-kneeled in front. Noteworthy was the girl sitting right in the center, surrounded by the more robust members. This slender black-haired girl stood out immensely, and she was the only student not wearing the club uniform. Her elegant black and blue dress highlighted her stunning figure as she sat in the central position.

Although she was not a club member, no one objected to her sitting in this spot during the photo. It seemed as natural as could be.

"Very good, watch your expressions, three, two, one, OK!"

With a soft click, a special group photo was slowly printed out.

Although this was not a graduation photo, for many senior students in the club, this picture held more sentimental value than a graduation photo ever could.

A bland youth might fade from memory in less than three years, but those times of sweating, blood boiling, and soaring spirits would be etched indelibly in their memories, becoming nostalgic scenes years later.

"We sent the other team packing in utter disarray!" This was the kind of boasting that many would bring up years later when talking to their juniors.

"Did that really happen? Can you tell me again how you defeated the genius of Thunder Edge Academy back then?"

"Hahaha, of course, I can. That story starts on a distant afternoon, when Kolter from the student council brought a beautiful and adorable black-haired girl to our training venue…"