Ch. 69 - Senior's Tantrum on the Floor is Just Pathetic
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"You... what?"
Ying Shiqian stared at me like I'd gut-punched her, eyes wide with horror and disbelief.
"Come on, Senior—even that skeptical look won't change facts," I leaned in to soothe her, surprised by her flair for drama.
"I... I don't believe it! I can't! We agreed... no shortcuts like them... steady progress..."
Before her lament could hit full tragic crescendo, Tang Yihan cut in again.
"Ying Shiqian, what are you on about now? If you're idle, come help in the kitchen—instead of howling out here!" She strode forward from the kitchen, whisk still clutched in hand.
"Yihan... you've crushed me... I need comfort, stat..."
Ying Shiqian's voice cracked with grievance; as she darted past me, I caught the glint of tears in her eye. Did it hurt that much?
I watched her lunge straight for Tang Yihan's chest—only to get shoved aside, sprawling on the floor.
"For heaven's sake, Yuehan's right here—you're embarrassing us seniors."
"Embarrassing... but Yuehan started it! You don't get it! Yesterday, I was coaching her on meditation. Today? She drops that she's already nailed it!"
"How am I supposed to stay calm? My whole persona's in ruins~"
I gazed down at her quietly, thrashing and wailing on the tiles. Ruined persona? This transcended that.
Yet Tang Yihan looked equally floored by her words.
"What? Yuehan, you succeeded?"
Tang Yihan flew to my side in a flash, ditching her whisk mid-air—while the one rolling on the floor needed no attention.
"Y-Yeah."
Her excitement made it seem like the feat was hers, not mine.
"You're a genius, then!"
"G-Genius..." She stammered through a few garbled phrases I couldn't parse. "Right—Yuehan, have you checked? Pull up your profile. Success updates are there. Don't celebrate prematurely."
"Oh, yeah."
Her nudge reminded me: data could confirm it.
Though no readout could undo my refined thread or bolstered mental power.
I pulled out my phone, syncing with my student ID.
[Name: Yang Yuehan]
[Gender: Female (Witch)]
[Race: Human (Trainee)]
[Talents: Psi-vision (Supra), Unparsed Transcendent Knowledge]
[Status: Witch School Class of 1145 Freshman]
[Mana Core: 1/1]
[Physical Data: (View Details)]
[Spell Slot: Cleaning Charm]
[Skills: Witch Meditation (Beginner · 1 Thread), Basic Prime World Common Tongue, Basic Spell Theory, Basic Elemental Theory...]
[Quests: Velvet Bakery Part-Time · Check-In (Ongoing); Meditation Practice (Optional); Flight License Exam (Optional)]
The profile hadn't shifted much.
The key change: Skills now listed Witch Meditation as official—Beginner level, with thread count noted!
That was accurate logging. Earthvein tech, maybe?
Quests had added options, too.
Meditation practice, flight exam—things I'd mulled or agreed to.
Backup calendar, confirmed.
Scrolling past Talents hid the sensitive bits: [Transcendent Knowledge], [Psi-vision (Supra)]—not for sharing.
"It shows Beginner level."
I handed her the phone; she scanned it, certainty dawning.
"It's real!" Joy lit her face, mingled with calculation—until resolve clicked in. "Yuehan, join our club?"
"Huh? Club? What club?" The out-of-nowhere pitch threw me; context was everything.
"Student-run groups, registered with the academy. Most join to fill downtime—plus, the school funds them sporadically."
"Wait," Eyes wide—clubs in college? As if life here wasn't leisurely enough. "But you haven't said what your club's about."
"The bakery, silly. Registered as Velvet Bakery. This shop's our permanent base."
"What? So that's the deal?" Tang Yihan's words clicked for me—this place was club territory. No wonder a bakery sat here, with foot traffic this thin, profit would be a pipe dream.
Straight-up loss leader.
Even a big-shot manager wouldn't bleed cash like that.
"Yep! Velvet Bakery's got a solid rep around campus. Our manager? She's the backbone holding it all together."
"And... you two?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"Us? Ahem—we're founding members, thank you very much."
Her pride shone through, restrained but unmistakable.
"So? Think about joining Velvet Bakery? The manager would mentor you personally. You have no idea the treasures in her club vault~"
"Huh? Perks for signing up?"
"Not for average members, but you're no average—you're the prodigy freshman! She'd have to prioritize you." Tang Yihan clapped my shoulder, painting the dream. No downside to dangling bait.
A star like Yuehan would draw crowds, fresh blood to the fold.
"Alright... any chance I can peek at the vault's goodies upfront?" I rubbed my hands, sidling closer with a wheedling grin.
Excitement stirred; I was already leaning yes. If real swag was on offer, why hold back?
Sign me up—hard.
Translator's note: Will she get a rise in salary? That's all I'm concerned about!