Ch. 7 - Becoming an Official Trainee

Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?

As I stepped out of the station, the admission letter in my hand suddenly burst into flames. It happened so fast I didn’t even have time to throw it away—it just crumbled to ash right there in my grip.

No, not even ash. It was gone, leaving me standing there, wide-eyed and clueless.

“Don’t freak out,” Bai Yu said, smirking at my dumbfounded look. “That’s normal. The letter’s job was to get you through the Dome into Witch School. One-way ticket, done and dusted. Come on, time to officially bring you in.”

She grabbed my hand and tugged me forward, still chuckling.

Once we started walking, I realized this place didn’t feel like a school at all. It was more like a massive, planned-out city.

Roads stretched out in every direction, lined with sleek, modern buildings that screamed “futuristic suburb” way more than “academy campus.”

“Uh… Bai Yu, where’s the actual school?” I asked, dragging my suitcase alongside her. “Are we going to just walk there or what?”

Deng Xiaonan trailed behind us, still hauling that unconscious kid like he was a sack of potatoes.

Honestly, Witch School was already giving me sketchy vibes. I’d made it into this place, sure, but I had zero clue where to check in or what to do next.

The orientation here sucked. Without Bai Yu, I’d probably be wandering around lost forever.

“The school itself is in the central district,” Bai Yu said casually. “This whole area is under Witch School’s umbrella—think of it like the outer burbs. Who knows, maybe they’ll stick you in a dorm around here.”

“Wait… live here?” I blinked.

“Maybe, maybe not. Depends on what the school decides. Since you’re broke, they’ll just assign you a random spot. If you had cash, you could pick somewhere better—maybe even a private villa. But, uh, you don’t.”

Ouch. Straight to the gut. She wasn’t wrong, though—my wallet was basically a ghost town.

Looked like I’d need to hunt down a job ASAP. Hopefully Witch School’s schedule wasn’t brutal, or I’d be out of luck for even part-time gig hours.

I was mentally gearing up for a long trek when Bai Yu whipped out—get this—a broomstick.

“Holy crap,” I muttered under my breath. Was broom-riding, like, standard witch gear now? Where’d she even pull it from?

My brain jumped to storage rings, like in those fantasy novels, but she wasn’t wearing any rings. Maybe I was stuck in a trope rut—spatial gear didn’t have to be jewelry, right? Novels really do mess with your head.

Problem was, Bai Yu had a broom, but what about me? And if she had some magic storage trick, why was I still lugging my suitcase around?

Questions piled up, but now wasn’t the time to play twenty questions. Bai Yu hopped on the broom and gave me a look—yeah, she wanted me to climb on too.

Next thing I knew, she was zooming us through the sky, my first taste of flying.

The view was gorgeous—open air, sprawling city below—but my shaky legs screamed how freaked out I was. This was high-altitude, no-seatbelt, no-nothing flying!

Wind blasted my face, forcing its way into my mouth as the broom’s skinny handle dug into my butt.

The only thing keeping me sane was clinging to Bai Yu’s waist for dear life. Any chance to soak in the moment was long gone—I was too busy not panicking.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but envy that knocked-out kid. Deng Xiaonan had him tucked under her arm like a football, and he was blissfully oblivious. No fear, no pain, just snoozing away.

Heck, he might even get a wake-up call when we landed.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the speed started to drop.My heart pounded as I swallowed hard and dared to ask, “Sis… are we there yet?”

“Yeah, we’re here,” she said, cool as ever.

Relief hit me like a wave, and when my feet finally touched solid ground, they were still shaking like crazy.

I took a second to catch my breath, then glanced up. This had to be the Witch School registration spot.

I probably looked like a mess—hair all over the place, nerves shot—but I wasn’t the biggest trainwreck here.

The place was pure chaos. Girls stumbling around, some half-asleep, others freaking out.

I started scanning for Bai Yu, wondering where she’d gone, when I spotted her in a corner chatting with another senior student.

She grabbed something—a cape or shawl, maybe?—and threw it over her shoulders. I caught a glimpse of the word “volunteer” stitched on it.

“Uh… what’s that about?” I asked as she strolled back over.

“Time to switch it up. Call me ‘Senior’ now—or ‘Senior Bai,’ if you’re feeling formal,” she said with a grin, looking every bit like one of the volunteers helping out.

“Right… Senior Bai… I guess,” I mumbled, testing it out.

“There you go!” she chirped. “So, how was it? First flight’s a little rough, huh?”

“Rough’s an understatement,” I said, still feeling the jitters.

“Well, come on then. Time to get you registered.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the check-in area, where another senior was waiting, all smiles and energy.

“Oh, look! A freshman arriving with EYES OPEN!” The registration senior exclaimed, eyeing me like I was a rare specimen. “Name, please—I’ll get you logged!”

I guess most newbies showed up knocked out, snoring, or kicking and screaming—not exactly cooperative.

She shot a quick, knowing glance at Senior Bai, like she was impressed or something.

“Yang Yuehan,” I said.

“Yang Yuehan? Cool name. Let’s see… yep, found you. This is you, right?” She tilted her screen toward me.

I peeked at it—photo, basic info, all good. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Awesome. Looks good. Head over there to grab your room key—that’s where you’ll be living. If you don’t like the spot, you can try negotiating. Oh, and don’t forget your phone! Most academy updates come through it, so keep an eye on it.”

“Got it. Thanks, Senior!” I said, probably a little too eager.

“No problem, it’s my job. I’ve got high hopes for you, little guy!” She said with a wink and that same cheery tone everyone around here seemed to use.

I turned to Bai Yu, confused. “Okay, what’s with that? Why does everyone keep saying stuff like that?”

She waved it off. “Nothing deep. Just seniors hyping up their juniors. Come on, let’s grab your key and phone. Weren’t you stoked about that thing?”

“Well… not that stoked,” I said, playing it cool, but inside? I was buzzing. That slick phone had been on my mind for ages. Only downside was my old one—it was down to its last gasps of battery.

Tagging along with Bai Yu, I snagged my room key and phone in no time. The key had my address scratched on it: No. 62, Block 2, Newbie District. No clue where that was, but whatever.

“Not time to head there yet,” Senior Bai said, reading my mind. “Stash the key. If you get lost, just use the phone’s GPS.”

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Notes

Luffy's ramblings: I would've dashed straight to check out my new house thou 🫣

Ch. 7 - Becoming an Official Trainee

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