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

Chapter 180: It Was Boring, I Slept for Three Hours in the Audience Seats

My match with Shi Huiyu this morning ended quickly.

Her spell was, as I guessed, a close-combat style centered around a transformation spell, and her close-combat skills were very impressive.

Moreover, her transformation type was in the category of a tiger-person transformation.

I probably can’t name the specific type, since even within tiger-person transformations, there are many detailed sub-varieties.

But this could already be considered a she-tiger, the literal kind.

Actually, I’m not a big fan of transformation spells.

I can somewhat accept the cat-person transformation that came with the wrist guards Big Sis Bai gave me, but I don’t really like other transformations.

If it’s a transformation spell that completely departs from the human form, I like it even less.

Compared to these transformation spells, I still prefer summoning spells.

I have quite a few summoning spells now, at least more than transformation spells.

Of course, evocation spells are also great.

After all, being a violent evocation barbarian is pretty cool.

After the match, I didn’t leave immediately but sat down directly in the spectator seats.

Today was already the fourth day, and it was also the day the final top-ten list would be released.

So I didn’t leave, and besides, I still had the Earth Vein system, so I wouldn’t get bored.

After the afternoon matches, the academy should announce the final rewards for the top ten.

The other rewards were dispensable to me.

Whether it was Earth Vein Memories, materials produced by the Earth Vein, or other things, I didn’t care.

I didn’t even care about the Magic Power Sources and the ordinary spellbooks among the rankings.

I only wanted that spellbook that could improve learning efficiency.

I hope Teacher Ji Niang didn’t lie to me.

After all, she gave me this hope.

If it doesn’t exist, I really will be sad enough to cry.

Otherwise, my future self could only be accompanied by potions every day, becoming a ”potion” girl who unscrupulously pops pills for the sake of research.

At this moment, I also took out two bottles of potions.

One was a mind-clearing refresher, and the other was a contemplation potion.

Yesterday, I tried the Long-term Memory Potion.

Today, I’ll take the opportunity to try this Contemplation Potion, to see if it can provide me with more inspiration when I study spellbooks.

If the effect is not satisfactory, there’s nothing I can do.

At worst, I’ll just try some other potions.

Opening the portable Earth Vein system, I called up yesterday’s spellbook model.

This was my most basic method for modding spellbooks, relying on simulations to deduce and try various possibilities.

With my understanding of Fireball, other evocation spells, if you ignore the professional knowledge of elemental theory, are structurally similar; once you understand one, you understand them all.

I wanted to try what Teacher Ji Niang said, to thoroughly understand the operation of a spellbook, and then, in the heat of battle, burst forth with inspiration to meet the challenge and turn it into a practical application.

Of course, this was very risky behavior.

No one knows if the so-called inspiration will burst forth, and no one will wait for my inspiration to erupt, leaving me time to mod the spell and fight back.

But that was a problem I needed to deal with later.

Right now, I needed to completely master the basic consumption spellbooks I had.

Thinking this, I pulled out the stoppers of the two potions and downed them in one gulp.

The mind-clearing refresher went to my head as intensely as before, while the Contemplation Potion felt as if it had no effect at all.

I focused my gaze on my spellbook model, trying to prove that this potion was effective, but unfortunately, there seemed to be no obvious effect.

Whether it was a useless IQ tax or a high-end product that I was using incorrectly, I couldn’t tell, but that didn’t stop me from sentencing this potion to death first.

By lowering my expectations first, of course, any little effect would make me happy for a long time.

I threw this thought away for now and focused on thoroughly understanding the spellbooks.

Today’s goal was not much.

I had about a dozen standard consumption spellbooks, five of which were evocation spells.

Today, I’ll get a thorough grasp of these five, and perhaps in tomorrow’s ranking battle, I can try out what this so-called burst of inspiration is like.

Time passed bit by bit, and my exploration continued.

This was also the first time I got to try the nutritional meal provided by the arena for the contestants.

However, I didn’t eat it immediately but set it aside.

The effect of my mind-clearing potion hadn’t worn off yet, and I didn’t want to waste time, though looking at the time, it was probably about to.

The main highlight of the afternoon matches was the six eliminated contestants competing for the three remaining top-ten spots.

This competition would be very fast, so I figured today’s events should end quickly.

After feeling a trace of fatigue, I also put down my work and picked up the disposable meal tray beside me.

On one side of the spectator chair’s armrest was a movable panel, which could be moved in front of me to serve as a simple dining table.

The contestant’s nutritional meal was actually quite good.

Although it couldn’t compare to the lavish meals you’d eat outside, there was absolutely no fault to be found with the taste.

I ate while looking at the results of my morning’s work.

It was only after stopping that I noticed the abnormality I hadn’t perceived before.

I had actually managed to get a thorough grasp of the remaining four evocation spellbooks in a single morning?

No, thinking about it carefully, I had even prepared no less than three preset backup plans for each spellbook.

Did I accomplish this in one morning?

Even with learning by analogy, the efficiency shouldn’t be this high…

Could it be that there was a problem with my perception?

It was like painstakingly solving a final, difficult problem, and after finishing it, looking back and realizing you had written so much and even calculated the final result.

It was probably that kind of feeling, especially the sense of weakness after the potion’s effect wore off, which strengthened this feeling, giving me a sense of ”how am I so amazing”.

Could it be that the Contemplation Potion really worked, but its effect was just subtle and gradual?

But this kind of effect is so metaphysical, and it’s so expensive.

I haven’t reached the point where I can treat money like it’s nothing…

Why don’t I try to become an Apothecary myself?

Not a Potion Alchemist, but an Apothecary.

I don’t need to know a lot, as long as I can concoct the mind-clearing refresher, the Long-term Memory Potion, and this Contemplation Potion.

After all, raw materials are definitely cheaper than finished products, right?

Maybe I could even make some money.

In the novels I used to read, weren’t alchemists and apothecaries very lucrative side professions?

Is there any reason I can’t do it?

The only thing to be aware of is probably not knowing where to get the potion formulas.

Do I have to buy them from a Potion Alchemist?

I’d probably get ripped off like a huge sucker.

Actually, deep down, I’d much prefer to get them for free.

Maybe I should try using my high-level permissions to search the library?

There should be many papers and materials on potions.

If I replicate the results of a paper according to the paper, and I don’t sell it, just use it for myself, I probably won’t be held accountable…

Of course, this thought just flashed by.

What a joke.

Both Potion Alchemy and being an Apothecary require proficient understanding of pharmacology and medicinal materials.

I knew from my past life the saying ”Advise someone to study medicine, and you’ll be struck by lightning.”

This is enough to show that even a branch of medicine would be enough to drive me crazy studying it.

By the time I actually master potion concoction, who knows when that’ll be.

After I finished eating, the effects of the potion completely dissipated.

I now only felt listless and lacking in energy, and I really wanted to just go to sleep.

I pushed the panel on the armrest to the side and curled my whole body into this reasonably soft spectator chair.

It should be fine to sleep here for a while, right?

And when I fell asleep just like that, it wasn’t long before someone noticed.

Although the competition had reached the final top-ten stage, the number of people in the contestant spectator area was not small.

It’s not like you couldn’t come just because you lost.

“Wow she fell asleep just like that.”

“Who fell asleep?”

“It’s that Explosive Witch from Class 14. She can actually fall asleep in the spectator seats? Just how boring does she think the fight is to fall asleep?”

“Where? I’m not trying to correct you, but are you still calling her Explosive Witch? That’s so outdated. This lady is now the Myriad Spell Witch.”

“Eh? Myriad Spell? Isn’t that Tan Han’s title?”

“Tan Han? No, no, no Her halo has been snatched away by Little Han!”

“That’s right! Are you not on the academy network? That senior I follow updated again. Come and see the true Myriad Spell Witch!”

“The fake Myriad Spell Witch Tan Han, possesses over a hundred Magic Power Sources, has mastered dozens of standard consumption spellbooks, over a dozen medium consumption spellbooks, several high consumption spellbooks, and can even use super consumption spellbooks with the help of alchemical items.”

“The true Myriad Spell Witch Little Han, only had a few dozen Magic Power Sources during the battle, the only spell she mastered was Fireball, her one-hand Fireball has a myriad of variations, she encountered the final boss in her first duel, and defeated a super consumption with a standard one!”

“Ugh how long are you guys gonna play with this stupid meme!”

“A good meme is passed down through the ages, don’t you get it? I’m kindly showing you the video made by the great senior, and you don’t know how to appreciate it.”

“I’m planning to sneak over and secretly take a few photos of Little Han’s sleeping face.”

At this moment, another girl came over and completely derailed the topic.

“Tsk… you read my mind, count me in.”

“You idiot, turn off the flash!”

“Sorry, sorry, my mistake.”

“This is the first time I’ve been this close to Little Han, she’s so cute.”

“Such a cute Little Han can blow your head off with a single Fireball, you know?”

“What are you saying! What kind of thing is that to say!”

“Just stating the facts.”

“You’re one to talk, your flash isn’t off either!”

Time passed quickly, and by the time I woke up, I didn’t even know how much had passed.

Opening my still drowsy eyes, my blurry vision saw a patch of darkness but soon, the glaring sky occupied my entire field of view.

I stretched, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized that the arena seemed to have just reached the climax of the afternoon matches.

Even in the contestant spectator area, there were many figures moving about.

Judging by their looks, they were probably heading to the front rows.

After just waking up, I was hit by a wave of dazed-like melancholy, but this was a normal reaction to sleeping too long in the afternoon.

I subconsciously picked up my phone, preparing to see if I had missed any notifications or class information.

When I opened the class mutual aid group, I was immediately greeted by a very explosive scene.

The messages in the mutual aid group were constantly refreshing.

The people chatting in the class group were one after another, a completely different world from the deserted class group next door.

But what on earth were they spamming?

“Boring, slept for three hours in the audience seats.”

“I meditate while you sleep, but you sleep while I meditate.”

“So bored I slept to death.”

“The Slumber of the Myriad Spell Witch.”

One by one, the memes slid past my screen.

The accompanying text was speechless, but why was the base image me!

Who took these?

Why are there photos of my sleeping face?

Didn’t I just sleep here for a little while?

Who the hell took them?

And what’s this Myriad Spell Witch title again?

Why does my title change every day?

And this is a sneak photo!

A sneak photo taken without my consent!

How did it spread like this in the class group?

If it spread on the academy network, wouldn’t I lose a ton of face?

I randomly opened a post or short video on the academy network, and what I saw made me completely dumbfounded.

So that’s how many people were taking pictures of me while I was sleeping?

There were even people taking pictures of others taking pictures of me.

In that picture, it wasn’t just one or two people taking my photo, but a whole crowd surrounding me.

Could it be that the patch of darkness I saw when I first woke up was a crowd of people?

I subconsciously swallowed and returned to the class group.

“Who the hell made these memes!”

And as I surfaced, the lurkers in the mutual aid group were instantly baited out.

“It’s the Class President.”

“It’s the Class President.”

“Interrupting, and poking the Class President while I’m at it, so cute.”

“Do you understand the value of the Class President’s sleeping face?”

“Class President: ‘Who the hell made these memes!’.”

“Fainting from anger.”

“Little Han woke up and you guys made her pregnant with rage again.”

I looked at the chat history in the group and was almost knocked out by anger again by these people.

I was wrong.

I shouldn’t have questioned them in the group.

At this moment, I could also hear many voices of discussion behind me.

When I turned my head, I saw many people shutting their mouths, looking at me with confused eyes.

But as soon as I turned my head back, the voices behind me echoed again.

“Did Little Han see the memes of her sleeping face?”

“This time she’s really going to faint from anger.”

“Pregnant with rage? Who did it?”

“If you’re asking, then I did it.”

“Oh? May I ask your name?”

“This humble one is Xin Nu, Class President of Class 145, a Meme Master, specializing in meme captions for 30 years…”

“So it was you…”

After hearing their conversation, I was still fuming that I couldn’t find the person, and now someone dares to admit it behind my back?

If I don’t teach her a lesson, I’d be embarrassed to be called the Myriad Spell Witch by them.