“By signing this contract, you will become prospective witches. After passing the entrance exam, you will officially be admitted to the Witch Academy and become a true witch.”
At the front of the classroom, a mature older sister looked down at the diverse new students and spoke coldly.
Meng Lian stared at the parchment in front of him, feeling like a million alpacas were rushing through his mind.
This was the Witch Contract, and once signed, he might become a witch in the future.
But he was a grown man! The thought of wearing black stockings and flaunting curves as a witch made Meng Lian feel like crying without tears.
If you were to ask why he, a man, was signing a witch contract at the Witch Academy, it was purely due to his bad luck.
Thirty thousand years ago, witch civilization rose vigorously, aggressively invading other civilizations until only the Milky Way remained unfallen.
Later, in order to turn the tide of battle, the Galactic Alliance decided to send a spy to infiltrate the witches and steal confidential information.
And that unfortunate soul was Meng Lian.
When he received the mission, his face was full of confusion.
How could a grown man go undercover as a witch?
It was well known that witch civilization was a matriarchal society, consisting solely of females. Even reproduction was done by two witches together.
Sending him to infiltrate the witches was practically a death sentence!
Fortunately, the birth rate among witches was low, so to increase their population, they established the Witch Academy, aiming to transform individuals from other races into witches.
Thus, in order to complete his mission, Meng Lian had no choice but to apply to the Witch Academy.
But now, holding the quill, he looked at the Witch Contract, glancing left and right, but he just couldn’t bring himself to sign it.
Once he signed, he would have to say goodbye to his brothers.
But after twenty years together, his brothers had supported him through thick and thin; how could he just give up?
However, the older sister on stage didn’t care about his internal struggle. Seeing everyone else had signed, and only Meng Lian remained, a look of dissatisfaction crossed her delicate face as she crossed her arms and approached him.
“Classmate, why haven’t you signed yet? Don’t you want to apply to the Witch Academy and become one of us?”
The older sister, Bai Wei, was Meng Lian’s homeroom teacher.
Hearing Bai Wei’s words, Meng Lian sighed inwardly. Under her watchful gaze, he finally signed his name on the Witch Contract.
Brothers, for the Alliance, I wish you all the best!
“Very well, since everyone has signed the Witch Contract, you are now prospective witches,” Bai Wei said, nodding in satisfaction. She snapped her fingers, and the parchment on the new students’ desks instantly vanished, replaced by a mobile phone.
“This is the communication device prepared for you by the Witch Academy. It contains your credits, student ID, dormitory number, and a map of the Witch Academy. You can log into the Daily Campus app to check everything.”
“There’s a QQ app on the phone. Your account is your student ID, and the password is the last six digits of your student ID. After logging in, be sure to join the class group; I will post any important information there.”
Bai Wei wrote a series of numbers on the blackboard. Following her instructions, Meng Lian joined the class group—First Year Class Three. Soon, the classroom was filled with the sound of QQ notifications ringing one after another.
“Have you all joined? Great! Next, let’s discuss the entrance exam.”
“You are all just prospective witches, not real witches yet. Only by passing the entrance exam can you become true witches.”
“As for the content of the entrance exam, it’s in the group files. You can check it there. If you have any questions, feel free to message me privately.”
“Alright, time is about up, so you can now move freely, but remember to stay within the new student area.”
With that, Bai Wei left the classroom.
As Bai Wei’s striking figure disappeared from sight, the previously tense classroom buzzed with life.
Meng Lian looked around and noticed that the classroom was filled with students from various races—dragons, elves, angels, zombies… it was a melting pot of races.
There were plenty of male students among these races, but the thought of them all turning into delicate girls made Meng Lian want to laugh.
After all, he had seen a particularly large red dragon among them, and he couldn’t imagine what that person would look like as a witch.
The new students in the classroom were chatting, and in this unfamiliar place, having someone to talk to was better than being alone.
Meng Lian, however, wasn’t interested in making friends. He was used to being alone, and having more people around would only make him feel uncomfortable.
Besides, he was here on a mission, so it was better to keep a low profile and attract as little attention as possible.
What concerned Meng Lian more was the entrance exam Bai Wei had mentioned. He touched his chin and opened the group files.
The entrance exam lasted only seven days, with only one requirement: to find a way to successfully become a witch within those seven days.
Meng Lian was puzzled. What exactly did becoming a witch entail? Didn’t the Witch Contract they had just signed mean they would become witches?
He couldn’t figure it out, so he temporarily set it aside and began browsing through other group files, gradually gaining a better understanding of the Witch Academy.
The so-called credits served as currency at the Witch Academy, allowing students to buy everything they needed.
The Witch Academy was a five-year program, and first-year students enjoyed numerous benefits, such as receiving two thousand credits every month. Students in higher grades would likely have to earn their credits themselves.
With a preliminary understanding of the Witch Academy, Meng Lian noticed that most of the classroom’s occupants had already left. He stretched and decided to explore the academy.
The new student area of the Witch Academy was quite large, featuring not only cafeterias and classrooms but also dormitory buildings. The most eye-catching part was a bustling commercial street.
On both sides of the street stood numerous shops and stalls, creating a dizzying array of sights.
At that moment, the commercial street was alive with activity, as many beautiful and charming witch seniors were energetically promoting their products, while new students were eagerly buying whatever the seniors were selling.
What were they buying?
Seeing this scene, Meng Lian felt a bit confused. He stepped closer and discovered that the new students were all purchasing witch potions. A nearby advertisement quickly clarified why they were so frenzied.
“Witch Potion: Helps you successfully become a witch—Mom no longer has to worry about my entrance exam!”
“Hey, junior, buy a potion! If you don’t, you might fail the entrance exam and be sent to the slave army on the front lines as cannon fodder!”
At that moment, a senior noticed Meng Lian standing nearby, chuckling softly before wrapping her arm around his, beginning to pitch her sale.
Feeling the softness of her arm, Meng Lian’s heart started to race. But when he saw the price, he instantly lost his composure.
The potion cost a whopping two thousand credits!
Meng Lian suspected these seniors knew that the new students had exactly two thousand credits, and it seemed like they were planning to empty their pockets.
However, the senior seemed to hear his unspoken thoughts and leaned closer to Meng Lian’s ear, her enticing red lips parting slightly, exhaling a warm breath.
“Don’t worry, junior; we offer loan services as well~”