Ch. 99 - We Still Have to Make Money
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Editor's Note: Plot is plotting
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Editor's Note: Plot is plotting
When I walked back down to the living room, I noticed Dongli Yiren staring at me the whole way.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” I plopped onto the couch and grinned at her.
“No… nothing…”
“If it’s nothing, then it means you do have something to say, right?”
“I… I…”
“Something embarrassing? Just say it. Want me to guess? Is it about the new roommate?”
“No… It’s not,” Yiren turned her head away, voice barely audible.
“Okay then. I really thought you cared about the newcomer,” I leaned back into the cushions, ignoring her restless, almost pleading eyes.
Serves you right for being so tsundere. She never said what she actually felt. I seriously needed to fix that girl someday.
“Running into Guan Qiuling today was an accident, actually. Yiren, do you know what I found out from the senior who was handing out key cards?” I continued when she refused to speak.
“Huh? What?”
“We already have four assigned roommates.”
“Four… already? Wait—WHAT?” Her eyes widened as if she had just solved a murder. “Is our dorm haunted? Don’t tell me the Witch School takes ghosts, too!”
“How could it be a ghost? Come on,” I quickly tried to calm her down—I genuinely feared she would freak out and start doing weird things.
“Then wh— Hey! Don’t scare me like that! What’s even the point!”
She glared at me with wounded indignation.“I wasn’t scaring you. The dorm issued four keys. But counting Qiuling, we only have three people here. That means someone else has their key already—they just never showed up. Probably had the same experience as you.”
“That… ugh, stupid Witch School. Of course, there are perverts everywhere! I should’ve never expected anything from this rotten, bone-deep trash heap of an academy!”
She recovered instantly and started cursing.
“Come on, complaining won’t change anything. I just wanted to tell you that our missing fourth roommate is probably a guy, too—someone who went through the same thing you did. Doesn’t that make you feel a bit… I don’t know, sympathetic? Even without meeting him?”
I rested my chin on my hand and watched her, waiting for some dramatic reaction.
But she stayed weirdly calm.
Which was disappointing.
“You’re not gonna say anything?” I asked.
“What is there to say? The Witch School is garbage.”
“…Right.”
I sighed.
Her opinion of the Witch School hadn’t improved at all.
She kept calling it trash, even though, honestly, it wasn’t that bad.
Well, if she insisted, I had nothing else to say.
I started planning out my night: shower early, go to bed, catch up on tomorrow’s workload.
I hadn’t practiced broom flying today—so I needed to make up for it tomorrow. Plus, I had to submit the activity report. My quota wasn’t just filled—it was already overflowing. The senior in charge of logging submissions practically knew me on sight.
But mostly… I wanted to help out at the bakery again. Tracking down missing people could go to someone else.
Those seniors only cared about enjoying themselves anyway. They never thought about the freshmen they left behind. Sure, not all of them were horrible, but plenty were.
And since I was stuck doing the grunt work, naturally, I never ran into the responsible ones. All I ever saw were the messes they left behind.
Just as I stood to head upstairs, Yiren finally broke.
“H-Hey! Um—”
“Hmm? What is it?” I couldn’t help smiling. I knew she had something on her mind. She just couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I… I have something else to ask you.”
Her eyes darted away like she was searching for an escape route.
“What is it?”
I stayed perfectly still. If she didn’t say it, I truly had no idea what she wanted. That was the problem with tsunderes—you never knew which tiny thing would set them off.
I hesitated for a second before asking, “So… are you doing part-time work?”
“Of course I am. You literally visited the place I work at,” I said, confused that she struggled so long just to ask that.
“I—I know that! I meant… um… where did you find your part-time job?”
Yiren started loud—trying to sound confident—but the end of her sentence shrank into a whisper.“Huh? Find what?” I asked as if I genuinely heard nothing.
“The job! The job!” She suddenly yelled like she was ripping off a band-aid. “I’m asking where you found your part-time job! Happy now?”
Seeing her finally blurt it out so cleanly, I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed. Her tsundere level really wasn’t high enough today—too easy.
But I honestly hadn’t expected this question.
Didn’t she have money?
Why did she need a job?
Did her family stop sending her allowance?
“Oh, part-time work? Why didn’t you just say so? Nothing embarrassing about that. I asked a senior. You can find everything through the campus system.”
“Campus… system?” Yiren stared at the school app on her phone.
Judging from her expression, she had barely touched it.
“You have no idea how to use it, do you? Open the big, obvious ‘Task Board’ tab. There’s a section for part-time postings. Pick whatever you like and message them. Just be careful not to get tricked into doing grunt labor.”
“T-Tricked? People get tricked?” She latched onto the word immediately, eyes wide.
“Of course. The academy’s like a miniature society. Getting tricked inside the school isn’t too bad, but getting tricked outside is a nightmare. Just check carefully and don’t be stupid. By the way, are you doing this because you’re short on cash?”
“I—I have plenty of money! I just… I’m bored! I want something to do!” She jumped like a cat whose tail I had stepped on.
Yep, definitely hit a nerve.
“Alright, alright. I’ve told you how to find jobs. I’m gonna take a shower. And don’t you dare peek.”
“I would NEVER! What do you take me for!”
Meanwhile...
An office door creaked open, and a slightly disheveled figure walked in.
“Bai Yu, thanks for coming back in person. But… shouldn’t you find a healer for that wound?”
“It’s already treated. Doesn’t help. Ordinary healing spells don’t work on this one—it’ll need something… special.”
Bai Yu held her left shoulder with her right hand.
Her movements were stiff.
The injury was clearly much worse than it looked.
“So do you regret it? Even if this is only a tiny branch of the main script, someone who isn’t a Transcendence Witch like you would have to pay a price to change any part of it.”
The Transcendence Witch in front of her—the teacher she had contacted earlier—spoke in a tone dripping with admonishment.
“But it was worth it.”
“Alright then. Seems that little girl, Yang Yuehan, really means a lot to you,” the teacher paused for a beat.
“But thanks to you stirring things up early, the script is now tilted in our favor before it even begins. You don’t mind us using you like this, do you?”“Of course I mind. But I already made a pact with you all. Anything else? If not, I’m leaving.”
Bai Yu turned as if ready to go.
“That’s all. In such a hurry—running off to see your Yuehan?”
“No… I need to heal first. I can’t let Yuehan know I’m hurt. And… don’t forget your promise. Please look after her.”
“You know better than anyone how important she is to us. But since you’re bringing it up again… I suppose I’ll personally keep an eye on her.”
“Thank you.”
This time, Bai Yu’s gratitude sounded genuine.
“No need to thank me. By the way—how do you feel about me becoming Yuehan’s homeroom teacher?”
Her voice echoed in the office after Bai Yu had already left.
“…I’ll take your silence as consent.”