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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 25

**Chapter 25 A New Day**

Is Xiao Han awake?

This was Bai Yu’s first reaction, but she quickly realized that the other person’s phone was not set up, and since she sent a message to her, there would be a notification when the other person received it.

Bai Yu covered her face with one hand; she was careless…

Meanwhile.

I was rudely awakened by that damned phone notification!

I should have been dead asleep, but I couldn’t stand the constant notifications. Drowsily, I quickly found myself unable to return to sleep.

Once I became conscious, my first reaction was to check on Sister Bai. If I could be woken up, then Sister Bai should have been too, right?

But as I instinctively reached out, the bed was empty!

Now my mind was filled with the thought that she was gone. I even lifted the blanket to check if Sister Bai was hiding under it, but once I lifted it, I realized how impossible that was.

I must have been confused in my sleep.

But the phone notification sound was still ringing, instantly triggering the long-forgotten annoyance of being woken up!

Who the hell is it!

I picked up my phone to see… it was out of battery…

After all, my first reaction to the phone ringing was for my old phone, since I didn’t have many friends on the new one.

Now it seems like the new phone was acting up?

I tossed the old phone aside and picked up my new phone. It was early morning, and I looked at the growing number of messages on the screen.

It was… Bai Yu… was Bai Yu messaging me or was it Sister Bai?

What the hell?

Sister Bai was not in bed at this hour; why was she messaging me?

Was she kidnapped or something?

But regardless, I still opened the chat interface and lowered the notification sound. Although it was a new phone, I could still manage some basic operations.

I scrolled to the top of the messages.

The first message was an apology saying she couldn’t stay with me to sleep and had something important to do.

I read it in confusion, but it seemed okay that Sister Bai wasn’t sleeping with me?

I felt the large bed; although it felt somewhat empty, it was indeed nice to sleep on such a big bed alone.

Then the subsequent messages were some reminders Sister Bai had organized for me.

There were even explanations for some small details of daily life which were very enlightening.

But I also thought it seemed quite cumbersome; is being a girl this troublesome?

And this doesn’t even include the menstrual period, sigh.

To this, I could only say I would try my best; the only part that I really cared about was probably my own personal grooming, right?

Who doesn’t like to look good?

After all, beauty is justice!

For example, staying up late is not good for the body. After confirming that Sister Bai wouldn’t message me again, I replied with a token response.

Then I just continued lying down.

Without Sister Bai on the bed, I indeed became more unfettered.

My sleeping posture had originally been somewhat timid, but now I was sprawled out in the most comfortable way possible. Why not?

In the morning.

As the sun climbed high in the sky, my consciousness gradually awakened.

I instinctively picked up my phone to check the time; it was already past eight o’clock.

Seeing the time, I instinctively felt a twinge of panic since my biological clock wouldn’t normally let me sleep in this late.

But thinking about what happened last night and the messages this morning, there was indeed a reason for sleeping this late.

I scratched my head in confusion; my hair was somewhat messy in the morning. I might not have adapted to this life yet, and I had nothing planned for today.

Should I casually find a part-time job?

After a simple wash, I spent a lot of time trying to comb my hair. That feeling of the comb not getting through my hair really bothered me!

And I couldn’t bring myself to just yank my hair out, so I had to take it slow, which took a lot of time. In the end, I just managed to tie it in the simplest ponytail.

And it looked a bit crooked; I really need to practice more…

When I went downstairs, I saw that Intelligent Butler wandering around on the floor.

When I noticed it, it seemed to somehow know I was there and greeted me.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Hmm, morning.”

I responded somewhat perfunctorily. At this point, I had already changed out of my sleep robe, but I wasn’t wearing a dress. Instead, I had on a very plain outfit close to a JK style.

On the upper body, I wore a light-colored shirt, and on the lower body, there was a plaid skirt.

As for stockings… I wasn’t wearing them; although they feel nice, stockings are really easy to get dirty and snag, but bare legs feel great too.

Finally, I put on the Witch Cloak, but I didn’t wear the Witch Hat. After all, such an obvious feature is somewhat inconvenient, and I also don’t have the habit of wearing hats. It would be cumbersome to carry it in my hand.

So for today, I only wore two of the four witch items, and I also had a badge that featured a Fireball Spell. Although I still can’t use it up to now.

After all, when I went to the snack stall with Sister Bai yesterday, I noticed many seniors would wear the Witch Cloak and have the badge with them.

Many wouldn’t even forget to wear the Witch Hat.

If I had something to store items in space, it would be great; I could wear the Witch Hat when there’s nothing to do and put it away when it’s inconvenient.

And I also don’t know when my Magic Wand will be ready and delivered; I had left an address and name at that time, so they probably won’t deliver it when I’m not home, right?

Forget it, these things should just go with the flow; anyway, there’s still a good amount of time until school officially starts the academy couldn’t delay that long. Moreover, there’s a designated place in front of the house to receive mail and packages; I’ll just check periodically.

Today’s task is simple. I came to the academy early to adapt to academy life, right?

And to get accustomed to living like a girl before my new roommate arrives at this villa.

I won’t actively disclose that I was a boy before because I’m unsure how others would view it. It wouldn’t be good to put myself in a passive position.

Also, it would be better if I could find a stable part-time job. The money from my previous part-time job might just be enough for my meals for a short while.

This is the Witch Academy; I won’t be able to come up with any fees if they ask for it.

As the time to leave approached, I started to struggle with my shoes. I knew that Sister Bai had prepared some girls’ shoes for me, since I had gone out last night.

But honestly, I still prefer wearing durable sports shoes. Wearing something like dress shoes or high-top kinds feels a bit awkward.

But overall they do look good paired with women’s clothing.

Today, it didn’t seem appropriate to dress too extravagantly; after all, I was just going to see if I could find a part-time job. If these clothes got dirty, that wouldn’t be good.

Oh, and I haven’t washed yesterday’s skirt yet… um… it feels like I still have a bunch of things left to do.

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
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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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