[{"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-45":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},1070726,1384,"Chapter 46 - Outsider vs. Family?","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>It was Dad this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunhan must’ve told him my phone was working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart move, passing the buck to Dad when he couldn’t handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing wrong with that. After talking to my brother, I pretty much got the picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could keep digging, figure out the whole story, but why bother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was ready to cut ties with the past. Poking around would just stir up trouble. What’s the point?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I answered. Not for anything big—just to tell him, face-to-face, that we were done. No more contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, uh, Yuehan,” Dad’s voice came through, rough and heavy, nothing like my heightened Visionary senses. It caught me off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t choke on my name like it’s poison,” I said flatly. He didn’t pick it—I did. They went along with it, like humoring a crazy kid. Then they gave Yunhan a name close to mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I never got their logic. Maybe they just sucked at naming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could hear his deep, shaky breath after my jab. He’s gotten old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I want to call you that?” he said, voice strained. “I just want you home. There’s still a place for you here. You really think running off with that Bai Yu girl will make your life better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could an outsider compare to family?” he added, his tone heavy, like he was pleading through exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost blurted out, “Yeah, she does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my past life’s values stopped me. They did keep me alive this long. That’s something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive is alive, sure, but there’s a difference between raising and caging. They fed me, but was it care or control?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It boiled down to one choice: break free or stay trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would a pig thank the farmer for the pen it escaped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me? Hell no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was out of the cage now. They were calling, begging me to come back, playing the family card. “Haven’t we taken care of you all these years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No neglect, sure. But I was not going back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was my conflict. I knew what I wanted, what was at stake. But my old life’s morals chained me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irony? They owed any softness I’ve got to the obedient kid I was in my past life, not them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t choose clearly. I was stuck in the gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I reject them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t pick Witch School on purpose—it was an accident, a default choice. Now I was here, and there was no going back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The academy chose for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why stress? Just let it ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, how could an outsider beat family?” I said, my tone lighter, almost agreeing. If they saw me as a real family member, as their son, no one could compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-sentence, I noticed Bai Yu had replied to my message on the new phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was a bit shocked—Bai Yu was that fast?This content belongs to novel{f}ire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer my question about Demonspawn School, though—just asked why I was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I brushed it off with a short reply. If Bai Yu didn’t want to spill or couldn’t, I’d ask another senior later. One way or another, I’d get answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, that voice—you’re not Yang Yuehan. Who are you?” Dad’s tone shifted, sharp and suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I realized my mistake. My tone had slipped, and my voice sounded off. He’d caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that made things easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he knew, there was nothing left to talk about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he expecting me to come clean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would I make trouble for myself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you figured it out?” I said, switching gears smoothly. “Yuehan’s a freshman at our academy now. Stop chasing him.” I wondered what his face looked like hearing that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You! Who are you? Why do you have his phone? Put him on!” Dad’s pleading tone vanished, replaced by a bellow that nearly startled me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what academy are you from? I’m reporting you! You took my son without my consent! Who gave you the right?” he roared, his voice booming through the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead, report me. The Security Bureau? The academy? You don’t even know which one I’m from,” I shot back, unfazed. “Still hung up on Demonspawn’s 50,000 reward, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t polite, but I kept fishing. I didn’t buy that he was this worked up over just 50,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“50,000? You think I care about that? He’s worth way more than that! You people know nothing!” he snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just a normie. What do you know?” I said, pulling the phone away before his shouting felt like spit in my ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A normie? So what? I’m his father! I know his worth better than your damn scam academy! Handing him over to you is a waste! Just wait—Demonspawn will come for you. You’ll regret this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I listened quietly, suddenly curious. How much was I worth to him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t I know I was such a big deal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he figure out I was a reincarnator?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way. Even if he did, how could he be sure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what would they want? My knowledge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please. My old world didn’t have a hint of transcendence. Tech was just modern—nothing worth stealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, since when was Demonspawn that powerful? Stronger than other academies, enough to snatch a student back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of logic was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I heard chaos on his end—shuffling, like someone was grabbing for the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a new voice came through the phone, sharp and unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t Dad. This guy’s voice grated—harsh, awkward, like he struggled to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen up, I’m from Demonspawn School,” he said. “You stole our target. Hand him over, or this gets messy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demonspawn School trash?” I said, clocking who he was. I hadn’t expected him to be right there with them. This was getting interesting. “Why would I be scared of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trash? You’ll regret calling me that,” he snapped. “Don’t underestimate how much Demonspawn values a born Psi-visioner. You want us coming after your academy with everything we’ve got?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Translator's note: What do you guys think of family? I don't believe in blood and family either, just like Yuehan.\u003C\u002Fp>",1015,"2026-06-03T10:21:31.651Z","2026-06-03T10:21:36.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","2f8c0ba3153effcd5fb84c94b92c2849a4fc8a314b5fe98cd5c7e4b8cae5e286","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-46","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-44",710,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fis-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-cover.jpg"]