Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The truck sped across the wilderness, slightly shaking from time to time due to the pebbles on the ground, but the interior was not bumpy thanks to the excellent shock absorption. Although it looked like a large truck from the outside, the inside was actually divided into two floors, suitable for both living and sleeping. At this moment, eight members were sitting on the upper floor, while another four were sleeping in the comparatively quiet lower level.

"We should stock up on some supplies, I wonder if the station shown on the map is close by," Guluo leaned back in his seat, legs stretched out, one hand on his knee, the other tapping away, looking bored yet expectant.

"Ah, who knows how people live around here. Do they watch TV? Do they have celebrity crushes?" On the other side, Ruby was looking at herself in a mirror, checking if her makeup needed touching up. As a professional idol, she couldn't afford to overlook any detail.

"After we get back, I'll edit the photos and videos I took along the way into a short film, sort of like a mini drama series. It's bound to attract a bunch of fans, might even go viral this time~" Even when traveling for training, she didn't forget her career.

"What about Tilan, still asleep downstairs?" Yalian closed the recording pad he had just finished writing on and asked the person next to him.

"She seems to still be resting; she's been really sleepy ever since that day, often dozing off in Deloris's lap," Ruby recalled.

That night, they were all immersed in the songs carried by the night breeze, and it took a long time to snap out of it as if they had dreamed a distant dream.

"Who knew Tilan could sing so beautifully; this trip was totally worth it," Kinsenke put down his gaming device and jumped off the rock, so moved at that time.

Although the students were amazed, they couldn't be sure if this was the effect of the Songstress Talent; they only had some guesses but weren't fully certain. After all, in the Federation, every Songstress was registered, and as soon as one was discovered, they would be instantly famous. And if Tilan truly had such a Talent, she definitely would have been well-known by now.

In the following two days, everyone also tried to inquire if the president really had that kind of Talent, but they were all stopped by N.

"Although Tilan's performance was very special, a Songstress's Talent doesn't usually manifest like this. Actually, some stars can achieve a similar effect..." N was lying, but with his serious expression and various examples, he managed to conceal the truth for the time being, with only a few still harboring suspicions.
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In the lower compartment, a girl with black hair hugged a pillow, curled up on a transverse bed, wearing pajamas. Despite the light shaking of the car, she was still sleeping soundly.

Next to her, Deloris lay under a thin blanket, leaning against the inner wall, wearing headphones, flipping through videos of past Songstress performances and speeches on her personal terminal, occasionally glancing at the sleeping girl beside her.

She, unlike the other students in the truck, was not so easily fooled by N and keenly sensed the ambiguity in N's statement: "A Songstress's Talent usually doesn't manifest like this." Which meant that some Songresses did exhibit such manifestation, just not many.

If Tilan did have such a Talent, along with what she had once said to Deloris, many things would become clear, Deloris thought to herself.

Given her personality, she probably didn't want to become famous, Deloris quickly surmised the girl's reason for refusing fame.

A rare person indeed; but if she were someone craving fame and fortune, Deloris probably wouldn't like her as much as she did now.

Since she doesn't want to expose her secret just yet, I'll pretend I don't know anything, Deloris thought; it wouldn't be something a good friend does to reveal her secret rashly, and with that in mind, a faint smile appeared on Deloris's lips, and her mood lifted slightly.

Although Deloris and Tilan were very good friends, it upset Deloris that the girl beside her, who usually had so many worries, wouldn't share them all.

Now that her own doubts had been resolved, she began to slowly understand her friend's actions, and the invisible barrier between them started to dissolve.

Was Tilan a Songstress? The thought was exciting. What kind of ballads would such a gentle and strong girl sing, and what kind of brilliance would she show in the future? Deloris eagerly wished to document her journey step by step towards that shining peak.

You ask why I believe Tilan will reach the shining summit? It's simply because I have unwavering faith in her, faith that such a person will create miracles.

Gently recording her emotions and diary, Deloris closed the recording pad, then lay down again, covering both herself and Tilan with their blankets before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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The black wheels turned white from the dust as they approached the only supply station in the wilderness. It was dusk when they arrived; the setting sun hung not far above the horizon, a fiery red, while the solitary building stood in the wilderness, its dim lights flickering to life.

No sooner had N stepped off the truck than the other students also jumped down, and dealing with the personnel of the supply station would naturally not be N's job. If he took care of everything, it wouldn't be called training.

During the days when Tilan was feeling drowsy, Yalian became the one to take charge in the society, leading a few boys into the building, full of rust and wear and tear.

The peeling pale blue paint revealed vague yellow patterns underneath, and the door frame was set with an oval piece of glass that allowed one to see into the hall.