Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"No wonder you weren't around in Payin City during that time," Hexia also remembered that the lively and fun Clara hadn't attended several gatherings during the summer break. "I came back later." The two of them continued to talk about the past, and at this moment, hearing their conversation, a curious parent came over. "Are you high school students who went home for the holidays?" In this day and age, most people start working after graduating from high school, so high school students are considered almost adults. "Yes." Clara looked up and answered. She quickly scanned the area and then positioned herself slightly in front of Hexia. After all, she wasn't a celebrity, so it didn't matter much if she was noticed, but the girl behind her was currently the hottest songstress in the entire Star Domain. If her identity was exposed, today's journey home would not be peaceful. "That's right, my child is also considering applying to art academies, but I'm not sure which school would be the best choice," the female parent said, her attire suggesting a well-to-do family background, her words tinged with a hint of pride and expectation. In her description, she has a daughter named Youyou, who probably has a total theoretical score of around 400, a beautiful appearance, and some musical talent. "I see..." After hearing the other party's description, Clara thought for a moment, then responded. "Actually, the idol route is very competitive. If you're not extremely passionate about it, I wouldn't recommend going down this path." After hearing the description, Clara chose a tactful way to warn the other party. She knew the cruelty of the industry all too well, as most people who pursued the arts ended up being cannon fodder. "How can you say that? What's lacking in my Youyou? I just heard you say that you also applied to Muse Academy, so why are you now discouraging my child?" The parent quickly became unhappy upon understanding the implication of Clara's words – after all, every parent believes that their own child is the best. "This is indeed difficult." Seeing that the parent was getting heated, Clara could only suggest a slightly more feasible option. "Maybe she could try for the Ice Dance Academy in Northern Fifth District; they're quite well-known for their ice dancing." Clara mentioned this lesser-known academy from Northern Fifth District. "What kind of school is that?" The parent looked up the academy on her personal terminal with skepticism and found that it ranked 85th in Northern Fifth District. Although it was still in the top hundred, it was hardly prestigious. "How could my Youyou attend such a school? She should at least go to a school like Lianhong Porcelain Academy." The parent finally revealed her ideal academy and then looked disdainfully at Clara. "It couldn't be that you didn't get in and now you don't want my child to go either. You're really not well-intentioned," the parent sneered, then vividly boasted to the surrounding people about how exceptional her own child was. Seeing the two girls remain silent, she felt even more convinced that she had hit a nerve and that they were guilty, which only added to her smugness. "By the way, I haven't asked which academies you two are attending. They must be pretty good, heh," she said, though her tone and expression carried an unmistakable hint of mockery. In response, Hexia just smiled and shook her head without saying a word. Clara, already someone who disliked being wronged and now feeling implicated on account of Hexia, became increasingly upset. "That's right, I'm just studying at an ordinary high school in South Third District. Are you satisfied now?" Clara stomped her foot, sending a ripple of electricity throughout the vicinity. Everyone felt a numbness in their feet. This level of power was not something a typical high school student possessed; it was at least late Sequence 2, verging on Sequence 3 standard. Witnessing Clara's hair floating and hints of electricity shimmering around her feet, the passengers in the elevator couldn't help but feel anxious, afraid that in a moment of impulsiveness, she might electrocute or shock everyone inside. "Calm down, let's talk this out calmly. No need to be so impulsive," a few other adults in the elevator hurriedly intervened. "You're still so young and already so powerful. You have a bright future ahead, why stoop to her level? If something goes wrong and the elevator stops, and the Autonomous Units come, it won't be easy to resolve," one said. "Exactly, no need to stoop to her level. She's just feeling superior because she has a decent daughter. You don't need to bother with such a person." Normally, they wouldn't speak this way, but now they realized that if this girl lost her temper and rationality, the entire elevator would suffer the consequences. They no longer cared about preserving the parent's feelings. Held back by the crowd and separated from the previous speaking parent by a barrage of soothing words, Clara, although emotionally charged, did not lose her senses. Eventually, she huffed and lowered her hand, dispersing the static electricity surrounding her. Seeing that she was willing to settle down, everyone finally relaxed and began to praise her again. "She's much better than my son. He's graduating from fourth grade this year and still can't produce a spark of electricity," said the old father as he sighed and shook his head. "Maybe it's not an electric-related Transcendent Profession?" someone comforted. "Ha, how could it not be? He's been studying at a vocational high school related to the power grid, where most of his classmates had completed the 12 Aijeika formulas of Sequence 2 by graduation. He's only learned 9 so far and has been trailing at the bottom of his class." "They say the best student in their class rose to Sequence 3 by graduation and could go directly to work for some big companies. My son is still working on perfecting the core of his Sequence 2 profession," he continued. "You must still be in fourth grade, aren't you, young lady? You see, this is the difference," he said as he praised Clara again. "I'm in second grade." Clara, being praised by this group of people, couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, as if she really was quite excellent; suddenly she felt this way. "You see, I wasn't wrong. This young lady is only in second grade and almost at Sequence 3. Her future is limitless," someone exclaimed. "Indeed, with such results, in the top schools of the Northern Seventh District, she would be among the top students. Although this might be an exaggeration, the reality is that if one could rise to Sequence 3 in second grade, they would be an exceptionally excellent individual among their peers, with a ratio of less than one percent." Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the atmosphere in the elevator slowly became more lively and cheerful. When they reached the 55th floor, the female parent hurried out first, and then as they continued downward, the people in the elevator gradually dispersed. As Clara and Hexia were about to step out of the elevator, another middle-aged woman caught up to them. "Could I add your contact information? My child will also be graduating from junior high soon and is currently worried about choosing an academy. Don't worry, I won't be as impolite as that previous person. I just really hope to get some external information. After all, our family has always lived here, and we're not familiar with the overall situation in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain. You're now in high school outside; you must have seen a lot more and would certainly know more because you're so outstanding and must be one of those students who attract the school's attention," she said, showering them with compliments. Clara couldn't refuse and added her contact. "It's okay to add me. My friend isn't so convenient," Clara said, knowing well that she couldn't let Hexia take the lead in this matter or it would be very awkward. Not understanding what was inconvenient but out of unfamiliarity and respect, the woman didn't probe further. She just curiously glanced at the quiet girl standing behind Clara, noticing her straight chestnut hair and the butterfly bow tied at the back of her head, clearly the type who seemed gentle and easy to bully. Presumably, it was also out of a protective instinct, the woman thought, and her appreciation for Clara increased even more. In the elevator they left behind, the conversation between the father and son continued as the elevator kept descending towards the residential areas at the bottom of Payin City. Seeing the elevator becoming emptier, their conversation slowed down. In the end, when the elevator stopped at the 69th floor, the two stepped out. The boy turned his head to watch the steel elevator doors slowly closing. "Dad." "What is it?" "That sister just now was so cool." "Yes, she was." "I want to be that amazing in the future." "Then study hard," the father said, patting his son's head as they slowly walked into the gloomy and oppressive residential area, disappearing at the street corner.