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Translator's note: Wow, Yuehan's life is ACTUALLY getting better! Delivery cheap isn't cheap, especially with the fee you need to pay.
Time flew.
After that night, I got carried back to the bakery in a princess carry by Tan Han.
I nearly died of embarrassment, especially because Ying Shiqian was there, and she knew I used to be a boy. I could practically feel her soul leaving her body just so she could laugh harder.
And the worst part? From the way Ying Shiqian talked about it later, Tang Yihan might have figured it out, too. Only our scatterbrained store manager, Xia Li, still hadn’t connected the dots.
I eventually asked Tan Han why she carried me back like that instead of just waking me up.
Her answer?
“You were sleeping too deeply. I called your name a few times, and you didn’t respond. So I just picked you up. Even like that, you still didn’t wake up. Carrying you like that was just the most efficient way. If you don’t like it, next time I can try slinging you over my shoulder.”
I did not come out of that conversation victorious.
At least she still paid me the ten thousand yuan. Honestly, I’d almost forgotten about it until she reminded me. Thank goodness she did—otherwise I’d have missed out on a whole ten thousand.
And once the money hit my account, I wasn’t about to question anything.
This was the pure, unquestionable power of the wealthy.
After her meditation success, our store manager treated a few of us to a celebratory meal.
It wasn’t fancy, just something nicer than the bread at the bakery—but compared to eating bread every day?
It was heaven.
I used to think there was no way I’d ever get tired of the bakery’s bread. Now I know that yes, I absolutely can.
A few days later, Tan Han joined the same flying training club as me. Not under Tu Qingxue, but another senior. Didn’t matter though, to me—she still came to chat with me whenever she had free time.
Tan Han’s name really was everywhere. Even Tu Qingxue would occasionally come over and ask me about her. I mean, she was the perfect-score prodigy of our year—naturally, all of us academic bottom-feeders treated her like some kind of shrine we could only worship from a distance.
And she absolutely lived up to the hype.
In just a few days—after I’d already joined the club—she cleared all the theoretical exams and earned the qualification to take the official flight license test.
Meanwhile, I was still grinding through that endless question bank like my life depended on it.
It wasn’t until today that I finally passed the theory exam.
And yes, I had already paid for one retake out of pocket. Thankfully, the retake fee was cheap—two digits. Failing once was still within the acceptable range of emotional damage.
So yeah, the gap between me and the academic deity widened again. But honestly? I didn’t care. I’m perfectly capable of acknowledging the difference between us. No comparison, no pain.
Besides, once the theory was done, I could get to the part I was actually good at—hands-on practice.
Tu Qingxue always said my balance, reaction speed, and fine control were all excellent.
And she was right! Back in my past life, I failed the written driver's license tests twice—but when it came to the actual driving exams, I passed the practical parts in one go, full score.
Sure, I never actually got a car afterwards.
But the license was real!
This afternoon had been reserved for the theory test, so once I passed, Tu Qingxue let me leave early as a “phase completion break.”
Which meant I got home to the villa earlier than usual.
Like always, I walked in hoping to see a new roommate finally moving in. Being the first one here, I was ready to help whoever came next settle in. I was even prepared to be friendly and welcoming (a rare moment of community spirit on my part).
But nope. Still no one.
So the villa was just as quiet and empty as ever.
Of course, I kept the place clean. I didn’t want the next person to walk in and think a wild beast had been living here.
And yes, I did the cleaning myself, because my dear butler, Little Work Slave, eats magic like it’s a bottomless black hole.
The villa’s mana meter dropped every time I turned it on. I even tried powering it myself—but my mana core only holds one unit. One. That entire number on the display? Yeah, that’s my entire mana core.
And it takes a full day to refill. I tested it myself, and when I asked a senior, she confirmed it.
So yes. I am functionally broke in both money and mana.
Even my phone runs on mana, and now that I’ve figured out more functions on it, the power usage has only gotten worse.
Still better than Little Work Slave, though.
When I stepped into the villa, it was as silent as ever—meaning no one had come by while I was out.
I checked the time.
Sure, I got back “early,” but the commute ate enough time that afternoon was basically over.
The past few days had been a routine. The flight club provided meals—well, not free meals, unless you were a senior.
You could really see the gap between the different clubs. Some clubs had their own cafeterias.
Meanwhile, others were desperately running a perpetually money-losing bakery just to avoid getting their club building repossessed.
I wasn't naming names—we still had to maintain dignity here.
But don’t get me wrong—I actually liked the bakery. I had a great time there. I even picked up a little baking skill along the way.
So yeah, the bakery had a special place in my heart. Where else could you slack off and get paid? Nothing beats that.
My baking skills aren’t exactly impressive, but in critical situations, I can stop Tang Yihan-senpai from creating edible war crimes. And if I can’t stop her—well, I can always warn Ying Shiqian to flee the disaster zone.
We’ve built a strong tactical alliance based on this.
But anyway—I got home early today. So what am I supposed to do about dinner?
The Witch School does have a central cafeteria, but the walk from here is no joke. At that point, I might as well just grab something from the street.
So I ordered delivery.
Delivery inside Witch School isn’t cheap. And it doesn’t connect to any of the outside delivery apps or drivers. Everything is organized and run by student clubs—the delivery people are literally students doing part-time runs between classes.
You don’t even need to download a separate app. Just open the campus system on your phone, find the delivery club, and your phone becomes the ordering app.
Honestly, the campus system on the school-issued phone is ridiculously powerful.
You pretty much can’t do anything in school without it.So whenever I’m bored, I just poke around inside to see what weird hidden functions I can find. For example—I found a bunch of gaming clubs and downloaded a ton of fun games through them.
The library section is even more interesting. Some seniors have uploaded original novels. Some of them are even ongoing. And yes—some are the spicy kind. I’ve saved quite a few.
A few of them got taken down for crossing certain “moral boundaries,” but I still kept the source page… as proof that these masterpieces once existed.