[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school":3,"chapter-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-25":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1070706,1384,"Chapter 25 - A New Day","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>'Yuehan’s awake?' That was Bai Yu’s first thought. Then it hit her—nope, Yuehan’s phone wasn’t on silent. Every message she’d sent would’ve blared right through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yu slapped a hand over her face. 'Oops. My screw-up.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, back in my room, I got yanked out of sleep by that stupid phone notification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was usually a deep sleeper—out cold—but this constant buzzing? It was like a mosquito that wouldn’t buzz off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groggy and pissed, I couldn’t fall back asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the fog cleared, my first move was to check on Bai Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I was up, she’d be too, right? I reached over to poke her—except the bed was empty. Like, totally deserted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I even pulled the blankets back, half-thinking she’d jump out like it was a joke. Nope. Just sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, I was still half-asleep and obviously not firing on all cylinders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the phone kept pinging, and that flipped a switch—my long-buried morning crankiness kicked in hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’s blowing up my phone at this hour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed it, squinting at the screen… and realized my old phone was dead. Duh. Of course, it wasn’t that one—I barely had anyone in my new phone yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was the fancy new Witch School phone. I snatched it up, blinking at the time. Still the middle of the damn night, and the message count kept rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was… Bai Yu. Wait—Bai Yu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the heck? Why was she texting me instead of sleeping next to me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she been snatched or something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, I opened the chat and cranked the notification volume way down. New phone or not, I could figure out the basics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scrolled up. First thing: an apology. She couldn’t stay and sleep with me—something urgent came up, she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned, thrown off. But honestly? Her ditching wasn’t the end of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stretched out across the huge bed, loving the space. Sure, it felt a bit lonely, but sprawling solo on a bed this size? Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, the messages turned into a survival manual—Bai Yu’s tips for getting by here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d even tossed in random little stuff, like how to deal with things I’d never even considered. It was a treasure trove of info… and a giant pain in the ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a girl was this tricky? And that’s not even counting periods—which, thank witchification, I didn’t have to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed. I’d give it a shot, I guess. The only part I really cared about? Taking care of myself—staying cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t want to look good? Beauty’s the real winner, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making sure no more texts were coming, I tapped out a quick reply—short and simple—then flopped back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Bai Yu gone, I let loose. No more curling up all proper and tense. I sprawled out like a starfish, taking up every inch of the bed in the coziest way possible. Why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came, sunlight pouring in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain finally kicked back on, wide awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed my phone out of habit—8-something AM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic hit for a second. I’m usually up way earlier—my internal clock’s like a drill sergeant. But then last night’s madness and those midnight texts clicked. Sleeping in tracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scratched my head, hair a total mess, and blinked around the room. Guess I wasn’t used to this yet. No plans today, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe I could snag a part-time job somewhere?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick wash-up, I tackled my hair—and man, what a pain. The comb kept getting stuck halfway through, and it drove me nuts. I couldn’t bring myself to yank it hard enough to tear anything out, so I just clenched my jaw and went slow. Took ages, and all I ended up with was a basic ponytail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was kinda crooked. Guess I need more practice…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading downstairs, I saw that little smart butler thing zipping across the floor again. The second I came into view, it somehow noticed me and chirped a greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning,” I mumbled back, barely awake enough to give a crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d ditched the sleep robe by now, throwing on something simple—not a dress, but kinda like a JK uniform vibe. A light blouse up top, plaid mini-skirt down below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stockings? Nah. They felt great to wear, sure, but they’re a dirt and snag magnet. Bare legs were fine—and honestly, they looked pretty good too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tossed on my witch cloak to finish it off, but skipped the hat. That thing was way too loud—like a giant “witch alert!” sign—and I’ve never been into hats anyway. Lugging it around would just be annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, out of the witchy four-piece set, I went with two: the cloak and the badge. The badge had a Fireball spell built in, which was awesome… if I knew how to use it. Still no idea on that one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday at Snack Alley with Bai Yu, I saw tons of seniors rocking their cloaks and badges—some even kept the hats on. Made me jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I had one of those magic storage pouches, I could stash the hat when it got old and pull it out whenever I wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and my wand—wonder when that’s showing up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d left my address and name with the shop, but I hoped they didn’t drop it off while I was out. Eh, whatever. There was still time before classes started, and the academy was not that slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, the house has a mail spot out front—I’d just peek at it now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s plan was easy. I got here early to get a jump on college life, right? Might as well settle in before new roommates roll up and figure out this whole “girl” deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of which, no way was I telling anyone I used to be a guy. No idea how people here would react, and I was not trying to make myself a target. Better to keep it chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and if I could lock down a steady part-time job, that’d be huge. The cash from my old gig’s barely enough for food anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Witch School—if they started hitting me with fees, I’m screwed. I’ve got nothing, not a penny to my name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before heading out, I hit a snag: shoes. Last night’s trip tipped me off—Bai Yu had hooked me up with some girly options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Problem was, I’m a sneaker diehard. Tough, comfy, no hassle. Little leather shoes or knee-high boots? Cute, sure, but they felt off on my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they did look dope in the outfit. Today, though, I wasn’t feeling anything too flashy—I was hunting for jobs, not walking a catwalk. If these clothes got wrecked, I’d be pissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—yesterday’s skirt! I still hadn’t washed it. Ugh, there was a whole pile of stuff I hadn’t dealt with yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Translator's note: Yeah! Yuehan's POV is back!\u003C\u002Fp>",1151,"2026-06-03T10:21:31.651Z","2026-06-03T10:21:36.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","63b3b61b764a6a1ae6b4ced6e9e58225e3832f763e0fceaeca0fd2050f2537e9","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-26","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-24",710,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fis-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-cover.jpg"]