Ch. 111 - Presidential Access
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The next morning.
I spent a good chunk of time getting ready, eventually settling on Bai Yu’s absolute favorite piece from yesterday’s haul.
According to the tag, it was a "Gothic Set." It featured a minimalist, midriff-baring crop top paired with chain-accented shorts. It was incredibly breezy, and honestly, with the way the fabric draped, the shorts looked more like a micro-skirt at first glance.
But the real soul of the outfit was the buckled garter integrated into the left leg. Like my other piece, it doubled as an alchemical storage device. The space was tiny—less than a cubic meter—but I noticed a lot of my new clothes had similar features.
It seems like in the Witch School, spatial storage is just the high-tech replacement for pockets. It allows the clothes to be designed purely for aesthetics without having to worry about bulky silhouettes.
Super practical? Definitely. Expensive? You bet.
They cost way more than standard clothes, but as Bai Yu put it, the price was "pocket change for a great deal."
I still haven't figured out exactly how deep her bank account goes, so I just took her word for it.
“Dongli Yiren? I thought you were quitting that job today. Why are you up so early?” I asked as I finished adjusting my outfit.
“Uh… I… I just have to go there to officially give notice,” she stammered.
“Fair enough. But look, both of you should really use these next two days to check your section assignments and meet your advisors. You want to make a good first impression. Guan Qiuling, that goes for you, too. Why are you up at the crack of dawn?”
Dongli Yiren looked a bit shifty, but I didn't push it. I turned my attention to Guan Qiuling, who was looking equally suspicious.
“Oh, me? I… I’m just going to see a… senior,” Guan Qiuling said, her eyes darting toward the floor.
“Right. Well, whoever is the last one out, lock the door. I’m heading to the orientation grounds. If you guys get bored, you can probably find me there.”
I stepped out into the morning air. My first stop was the bakery to see if Ying Shiqian was still there; if so, we’d head out together. If not, I’d just grab some cookies for breakfast and find her at the recruitment booth.
As I walked, I pulled out my phone to see if my "Presidential Access" had been activated. I needed to start tracking down my classmates.
And then there was the group chat. "Section 14 Official." I wanted to keep the name professional, especially since Ji Niang was going to be in it.
Actually, having the advisor in the main chat usually kills the vibe. I remembered how it was back in the day—you always had the "Official" group where the teachers posted announcements, and then the "Real" group where students actually talked and shared memes.
As Class President, it was my job to look out for the mental health of my cohort. I quickly set up two groups: one with Ji Niang as the supervisor, and another one where I was currently the only member.
The moment I logged into the Academy System, a notification popped up:
Congratulations! You have been appointed Class President of Section 14. New administrative privileges have been unlocked.
A detailed tutorial followed, guiding me through my new tools. It was actually pretty slick—having a "title" really did make a difference.
No manual digging required; the system laid everything out for me.
The name of the feature was pretty underwhelming. "My Classmates."
Seriously? For something that required "Presidential Access," I was expecting something a little grander.
Still, as long as it worked, I wasn't going to complain.
I tapped the icon, and a long list of student profiles flickered onto the screen.
At first glance, it was disappointing. It only showed names, ID numbers, and gender, which, honestly, was the most useless column in the world.
Was there even such a thing as a "male" student at Witch School?
The welcoming committee usually takes care of that with a "painless" gender flip the second you set foot on campus.
I started scrolling through Section 14, my thumb flicking down the screen. After a few seconds, I realized something was wrong. Why haven't I hit the bottom yet?
I sped up, swiping frantically until I finally reached the end. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the final count. One hundred and six.
I rubbed my eyes and checked again. One hundred and six students? In one section?
What kind of chaotic setup was this? How was I supposed to manage a crowd that size?
Out of curiosity, I tapped on the last person’s profile. It turned out you could view more details, though "detailed" was an overstatement.
It showed their Mana Core count, basic bio, and their assigned dorm villa. There was even a button to "Request Access" for a more comprehensive file.
Wait... wasn't this a bit much?
Knowing someone’s Mana Core count felt like a total invasion of privacy. I mean, sure, with my Psi-vision, I could see that stuff anyway, but having it served up on a digital platter felt a little... intrusive.
Fortunately, there was a column for "Contact Information." I wasn't sure how the Academy managed to scrape everyone’s data—probably some Earthvein magic algorithm—but it was there.
I noticed a few profiles were missing phone numbers; they probably hadn't checked in or picked up their devices yet.
I didn't have time to manually invite a hundred people to a group chat right now, so I tucked my phone away and headed for the bakery.
When I arrived, I found Tang Yihan holding down the fort alone. Apparently, Ying Shiqian had left ages ago.
“Wait, Yuehan! If you’re heading over to find Ying Shiqian, take this with you,” Tang Yihan said, stopping me before I could turn around. “She left in such a rush she forgot half the gear.”
“Oh? What is it?” I looked where she was pointing and saw a large stack of promotional banners and display stands.
“The recruitment boards for the club. She actually managed to walk out without the main sign. I have no idea what she’s doing over there—probably just finding a spot to slack off.”
“Got it. I’ll bring them over,” I said, reaching for the display. The base was surprisingly heavy; lugging this across campus by hand was going to be a nightmare.
“If it’s too heavy, I can walk with you,” Tang Yihan offered. “Or we can just call that lazy girl and make her come back and get it herself.”
“No, it’s fine! I actually have some spatial storage now. The base is the only heavy part; the board itself is light,” I said, stopping her.
“Wait—you have spatial storage already?” Tang Yihan’s eyes widened in surprise. She knew as well as I did that those items usually cost a small fortune.
“It’s integrated into the outfit,” I explained, gesturing to the garter on my leg. I couldn't help but strike a little pose—this was Bai Yu’s favorite, after all, and I was really feeling the look today.
“Is it? Well, I have to say, Yuehan... that outfit looks incredible on you. It’s a perfect fit.”