I was riding high on the thought of getting my paycheck, itching to try the witch’s ditation for myself.
The book said you needed serious ntal strength to tap into mana, a high-level energy. But transcendence wasn’t just about mana.
Before I joined the Witch School, I’d never even heard of mana.
In my studies of spell theory and elental theory, I’d only co across transcendence energies like “elental forces” and “spirits.”
Couldn’t my ntal energy tap into mana—or any other energy?
Spells didn’t always need mana to work, but sadly, my body only had a mana core, no other energy storage. I wasn’t sure if it’d be enough.
My ntal energy was too weak to do much anyway. I could barely nudge the free-floating energy in the air.
Even then, I needed Psi-vision to see my ntal energy interacting with it. In the surface world, it had zero visible impact.
My ntal energy was pitifully weak, but compared to my past life, where transcendence was unthinkable, just having it was wild.
The theoretical ditation techniques I’d learned were pretty basic, but they’d let feel ntal energy’s existence, hadn’t they?
Still, to boost my ntal energy further, those thods weren’t cutting it. I needed the witch’s ditation thod—whether to refine the thread of consciousness or strengthen my ntal energy, it’d be a win.
As I stood around with nothing to do, the quiet bakery finally got a visitor.
“Welco—oh, Bai Yu?” I started my greeting, then realized it was her. My Bai Yu.
“What, not happy to see ?” Bai Yu teased with a grin.
“No way, you’re always welco!” I laughed. Her visit wasn’t a shock. After the academy’s invasion, she’d found out I worked here. This was her second ti dropping by.
Looked like my presence was turning this place into her regular spot.
“Good to know. Thought you might be sick of ,” she said, smirking.
“Never! But, Bai Yu, you don’t have to co so often. You weren’t even into cakes or bread before,” I said, trying to save her wallet. Last ti, she’d bought a ton of sweets and cookies—way more than anyone could eat in a couple of days.
My job didn’t depend on sales, so her spending felt unnecessary.
“Yuehan, you’re an employee. Why’re you telling custors to stay away?” Bai Yu said, clearly playing dumb and ignoring my point.
“Co on, tell about these desserts. Recomnd a few. If you suggest it, I’m buying,” she said, leaning in.
“Uh…” I hesitated, glancing at her. I’d picked up so baking skills from Tang Yihan, but it’d only been a few days. I barely knew enough to describe her creations.
Tang Yihan’s stuff was the real deal—carefully crafted after who-knows-how-many tries to get the taste and look just right without being toxic. Regular cookies or cakes? They were just here to fill space, not to sell.
“You’re stumped, huh? Got anything you made?” Bai Yu asked, her eyes sparkling with expectation.
“Mine…?”
I shot a guilty glance at a corner display case. There were so plain cookies I’d made—decent enough to give away as freebies, but they were just sitting there, not even packaged yet.
“So, you do have sothing?” she pressed.
“Yeah, but they’re just freebies. Haven’t even bagged them,” I admitted, caught out.
“What do I need to buy to get so?” Bai Yu’s goal was clear: she wanted my cookies.
“They’re nothing special. If you want so, I’ll just grab you a bag,” I said, getting up to head over.
They were freebies, and my seniors let handle them as I pleased. Honestly, this bakery felt like a charity sotis. It was like the ingredients didn’t cost a di. Once, a broke freshman wandered in, and Ying Shiqian practically forced a bag of my cookies on her.
Yup, those were my masterpieces, too.
At this rate, I’d be the cookie queen.
But what could I do? Cookies were the easiest thing to start with when you’re new to baking.
I grabbed a plastic bag ant for freebies, the kind we’d tie up and slap a “Gift” sticker on. I started filling one for Bai Yu.
“Here you go,” I said, handing it over before packing more bags. Might as well get it all done now and save myself the hassle tomorrow.
“Thanks!” Bai Yu took it, a grin she couldn’t hide spreading across her face. She tucked the bag away carefully.
“It’s nothing. So, Bai Yu, you didn’t just co to buy stuff like last ti, did you?” I asked.
“Nope. Wanted to check on you. See how you’re holding up. Need any help?” she said, her tone teasing but warm.
My face flushed. “I’m fine, no need to worry!” Bai Yu coming just to check on felt… a little too sweet, didn’t it?
Her concern hit deeper than I’d expected.
“No worries, then? You’re doing alright? No big problems?” she asked. “You haven’t texted in days, you know.”
“Got it, I’ll keep in touch,” I said, grinning. “Why’re you acting like… uh…”
“Like what?” Bai Yu cut in, her face shifting, a touch of unease flickering across it.
“Like a girlfriend or sothing. I’ve always been like this, haven’t I?” I teased.
“I-I’m just looking out for you!” she stamred, a flash of panic in her eyes at the word girlfriend. “Back ho, you had family. Here, it’s just , so I’ve got to check in, right?”
I laughed, “You know how it was with my family. I’m thrilled to have so freedom. Thanks for getting out of that ss, by the way.” I ant it. If I hadn’t left, I might’ve run into those creeps from the Demonspawn School, and who knows what kind of trouble that’d bring.
Translator's note: Just friends? I'm not buying it.
Ed/n: They’re flirting! And the ‘My’ Bai Yu. She’s getting possessive.
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