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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Money Received, Must Get Things Done Well~

However, in the end, I didn’t remind her. Not to mention that interrupting her first attempt like this might not be a good idea, but the wealthy lady’s wallet is enough to support living here. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use the magic available here?

If worse comes to worst, we can address it after she fails. As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no progress. Only after trying her best and failing for the first time will she truly appreciate the value of assistance.

I carefully moved my steps and sat down by the wall. Although I also wanted to enjoy the incense here, it didn’t feel right to do so, so I decided to quietly keep watch.

In the end, I couldn’t resist my curiosity and activated my Spirit Vision to observe Tan Han. Although I had felt an unknown power’s intimidation before, wouldn’t it be better if I actively chose not to focus on that power?

I simply wanted to see how Tan Han’s meditation space was formed.

Such a rare opportunity.

I was so curious about this point since I had never gone through this process. If possible, I would also like to have a proper meditation session instead of being completely confused until now.

After looking at Tan Han again, the golden power I sensed earlier was no longer as intimidating but was now swirling around her in her standard sitting posture.

From my perspective, Tan Han looked like a glowing, giant orb of light.

It seemed she sensed my gaze as the golden power began to stir and surge, finally coalescing into a sphere, gradually forming the “eye” that I recognized.

That eyeball seemed to rotate like a person, eventually locking its “gaze” in my direction, making eye contact with me.

In that instant, I felt an indescribable “threat,” as if an invisible hand was choking my neck, obstructing the flow of bl**d throughout my body. I felt my body gradually growing colder, and my consciousness became hazy…

When I “came to” again, it was as if everything hadn’t happened at all, leaving only my wildly beating heart and slightly hurried breaths behind.

I hurriedly calmed my breathing, but my body felt weak and oxygen-deprived, taking a while to recover.

At that moment, only one question remained in my mind: what exactly was that just now?

This was way too terrifying. Is this the extraordinary world?

I supported my forehead; it seemed the recent experience hadn’t interrupted my Spirit Vision. It seemed to be continuously adapting toward normalization, slowly erasing the boundaries of my cognition about the inner and outer worlds.

In the past, I had always treated Spirit Vision and normal vision as two separate states, but it turned out my earlier assumption wasn’t very rigorous.

If I had to describe it, I think it should be the depth of perception of the world, like the relationship between “0” and “1,” a transition from existence to non-existence.

There are “2,” “3,” and countless depths beyond that.

If I adapt to treating the shallow layer of Spirit Vision as the norm, it wouldn’t significantly affect my life; instead, my exposure to the extraordinary world would offer me different perspectives on the world.

Just like now, my Spirit Vision “seems” to be active, yet I can no longer see that intimidating golden eye. I could only vaguely see a few golden light spots swirling around Tan Han.

It was clear that I had “self-blocked” that power, just like those pieces of information. My control over Spirit Vision seemed to have inexplicably leveled up.

Regarding this, I didn’t know whether it was good or bad, but I wasn’t in the mood to think about it anymore, as I saw a layer of illusory “space” surrounding Tan Han.

Although it was small, barely enveloping her body, it looked so familiar!

Isn’t this the meditation space generated when those seniors meditate?

Tan Han succeeded!

So effortlessly, so quickly, it was almost unbelievable.

I could even feel her meditation space slowly expanding outward, visibly as if it were devouring “space”… no, saying it devoured space isn’t accurate; it should be assimilating the “dream world.”

I cautiously stood aside, watching Tan Han’s meditation space grow larger before my eyes, covering a broader area.

But I didn’t dare step inside myself, nor touch it, so I carefully took a few steps back.

Until I found myself pressed against the wall.

I watched as Tan Han’s meditation space softly brushed against my nose, eventually encompassing me within it.

This process seemed without any surprises, as if I were not on the same plane as this mental space.

Upon this realization, I sighed in relief and also sincerely congratulated Tan Han. With this, I could collect my money without any burden.

After all, regardless of my contribution, the final result was that Tan Han succeeded. Even if I was just a bystander, I was still a witness to this miraculous event!

Tan Han was the top genius who succeeded on her first meditation; the title of “study god” truly suited her.

By the way, should this good news be relayed to the seniors at the bakery in advance? Especially the Store Manager, she seems to value Tan Han a lot.

In the end, I didn’t do it. I wasn’t sure if Tan Han would mind, but I didn’t want my actions to create any distance between us.

It would be better to wait for her to share this good news herself; some joys are better expressed in person.

I quietly stood up and approached the incense burner. Since I had received the money, I still helped with some trivial matters, like changing the incense. The incense cannot keep burning indefinitely, so I needed to get her some more. Besides, these incenses were provided here, so why not use them?

With continuous assistance from the incense, it would help enhance her mental power. I wouldn’t mind sacrificing some sleep; Tan Han’s meditation might last a while. She might even open her eyes to find it was already the next day.

Don’t blame me for being so proactive. If someone gave you ten thousand yuan to change the incense overnight, who would refuse such a good deal?

However, I didn’t expect Tan Han’s meditation to really last until the next day.

I looked at my phone; the time had passed the point I usually wake up according to my biological clock. Then I glanced at Tan Han, and she had been meditating all night.

Didn’t the book say that meditation couldn’t replace sleep?

It seemed I couldn’t help at the store today. I gently covered the incense burner; this would be the last time to change the incense. If she didn’t wake up in the morning, then so be it.

I yawned and returned to my little corner, half-closing my eyes to rest, but soon fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after I fell asleep, Tan Han also slowly opened her slightly fatigued eyes.

A night of meditation was too strenuous for her, but the results were remarkable. She didn’t expect meditation to be so simple for her, as if she just closed her eyes, succeeded, and upon opening them again, it was already now.

The meditation space, as well as the threads of mental power, were all within her reach and grasp this night.

Tan Han slightly turned her head, the unique scent of the incense relaxing her tired spirit, but she remembered that the incense she lit couldn’t burn for that long.

Even though she had no idea how much time had passed, fatigue was undeniable.

Is it Xiao Han?

Tan Han scanned the surroundings and finally spotted the already sleeping Xiao Han in the corner. She hadn’t left yet?

Tan Han stood up and prepared to go over, but found her legs numb from the one position all night. Feeling slightly embarrassed, she sat back down to rest for a while, stealing a glance at me to confirm no one had seen her before sighing in relief.

“We should head back… maybe I’ll take Xiao Han with me…”

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

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

身为男生志愿填魔女学院很奇怪吗
Score 8.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch. Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance. But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control. “Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?” She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement. After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.

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