Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The cashier robot completed the transaction, printed the receipt, and Hexia placed it in her tote bag after receiving it. No discounts this time. In the past, when she used to come here often, she could get about a 5% discount. But now, having been away from home for too long, the stores here had automatically canceled the long-term customer discounts for her. But with her current financial situation, Hexia didn't mind that small amount of money. Since becoming a Songstress, not only did she receive a monthly subsidy from the federal officials, but she also had income from various merchandise and music and film product licensing, as well as scholarships from Edith Academy, and so on. Hexia hadn't checked the balance on her card in a long time, having become gradually numb to the ever-expanding number. Come to think of it, even the Hexia of the past never had as much money as she had now. She suddenly realized this and then shook her head, finding it somewhat unbelievable. Though wealth couldn't entirely evaluate a person, many in society still valued it because it was the most direct and universally accepted evaluation system. Unconsciously, she had left Temisia far behind. Even if Temisia were to recover to her peak status now and they fought each other, Hexia would no longer feel fear or intimidation. Indeed, any principle still required the support of real strength. Pursuing an illusory sense of power in one's mind while refusing to take a step forward in reality was nothing but a pipe dream. But if the two were combined, having both a firm goal and confidence, as well as clear and steadfast action, one could achieve many things and not be afraid anymore. The sporadic thoughts floated through Hexia's mind, and by the time she had finished contemplating, she had already returned home. By now, the large spider had turned on the home heater and several Light Cotton Birds were squatting in the warm orange glow, seemingly enjoying the comfort. Animal happiness is so simple. After changing into slippers, Hexia washed the fruit in the kitchen, placed them on a plate, and carried it to the living room. She knelt on the cushion in front of the coffee table, turned on the TV, watched the latest programs and news, and then set the fruit plate on the table. Attracted by the scent, the large spider quickly jumped onto the table only to be held down by Hexia. "Are you sure you want to eat this? If you start, you have to finish it, no biting in half and throwing it away," she scolded the mischievous creature, then handed the large spider a purple mulberry, letting it nibble away. "Chirp chirp~~~ chirp chirp~~" The few small Light Cotton Birds, unable to find their senior, the large spider, circled under the coffee table, occasionally pecking at Hexia's knees, prompting her to stretch out her hand to pick them up and then find a box to put these little creatures into. A dark red apple was tossed by the girl and then sliced into pieces by several flashes of cold light in midair, falling into a crystal-clear bowl made of ice. Hexia took the bowl and placed it in the box for the five Light Cotton Birds to peck at and enjoy. The holographic images projected on the TV showed scenes from the recent Winter Festival evening party, along with various channels hosting their own celebration parties, including programs that introduced various movies and TV shows. Lazily browsing through the channels, the home, originally quiet, became livelier with the TV on. After eating the cleaned strawberries, Hexia stood up, returned to her room, took out a blanket, then sat on the sofa, covering herself with it. Outside the window, waves of cheers rang out, seemingly from people setting off ground fireworks in the square; children's shouts and adults' laughter could be heard. Standing beside the window, Hexia watched for quite a while before going back to her room to continue watching the shows. Occasionally, she also received festive messages from a few friends. Thus, after the midnight program had ended, Hexia finally turned off the TV and went back to sleep in her bedroom, with the large spider and the little creatures sleeping in the box beside the bed. With memories and various emotions, Hexia gradually drifted into sleep until she woke up lazily after nine the next morning. Still feeling a bit sleepy, but she couldn't continue to sleep any longer. After washing her face with cold water, she took a few gifts and left the house, heading to Grandma He's house, not far away. "Who is it, just a moment," Grandma He said, moving towards the door, upon hearing the doorbell. Then Hexia temporarily reverted to her grey-haired appearance so the elderly woman could recognize her, and the door was opened. "Is that you, Hexia? Come in, come in," the old lady said, somewhat surprised and shaky on her feet, hurriedly inviting the girl inside. "You should have told me before you came so I could prepare some dishes. You arrived so suddenly, and I even haven't cleaned the room yet. I've really put you on the spot," Grandma He said apologetically, directing the old Autonomous Robot at home to clean the floor. "Is Grandma the only one home?" the girl's clear voice rang out, as she looked around curiously, checking to see if anything had changed in over a year since her last visit. "He Cheng is at home, but he came back late last night and is still sleeping. Lisha came over last night, but she went back home with her parents later," Grandma He talked about her grandchildren, asked Hexia to sit down, and then served some fresh fruit. Putting aside her usual tasks, Grandma He sat opposite Hexia and inquired about her recent situation. "Are you working hard at the Academy? I heard from He Cheng and others that you won the championship at the Winter Festival competition. That's a rare achievement in such a challenging contest. You must have spent a lot of time and put in a lot of effort in training," Grandma He, a former teacher, had experienced the pre-competition special training herself and knew how intense these competitions could be.