[{"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-47":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},1070728,1384,"Chapter 48 - Saying Goodbye to the Past","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>After calming down, I got back to my tasks. I unplugged my old phone from Little Work Slave. It had served its purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to waste more mana on it—electricity came from mana conversion, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a twinge of nostalgia, I swiped through the phone, muscle memory guiding me to the notes app.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My diary entries stared back at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 25, Sunny\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First time writing a diary…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>December 29, Rain\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The counselor called. Thought it was about the makeup exam for the common language, but no…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>January 18, Sunny\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day just slipped by. Everything seemed normal.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI~Fire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>11:25 PM\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Done crying. No one saw. Good. Pick myself up and keep going…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>October 20, Rain\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checked the calendar while writing. It’s not right. Today’s my birthday. I should know better than anyone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entries, scattered and varied, chronicled big and small moments. I was a reincarnator, my mind supposedly mature, but life didn’t care if you were grown or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The further I read, the hazier it got. Memory worked that way—painful stuff faded. My brain knew better than my conscious self to let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I loved one line in my diary:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope future me reads this and has no clue what it’s about. That’d mean I’ve forgotten, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was true. The diary preserved it all, but my mind had holes where the pain should’ve been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes I regretted writing it. Seeing these entries reminded me of the indescribable hurt I couldn’t recall. It was like a chunk of my memory had been carved out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peering into that void, I saw nothing. Just endless fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, it’s over,” I muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scrolled to the first entry. The notes app was a mess—edits sometimes pushed random ones to the top. Didn’t matter. I knew these things happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time’s order didn’t matter anymore. Just the moments did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good thing I knew my first entry by heart. It was childish now, but I’d read it the most, so it stayed at the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pop-up asked: Confirm deletion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hesitated, then tapped yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether by slip or sudden resolve, that first deletion forced me to start letting go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t select all and delete. Instead, I erased each entry one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just deletion—it was revisiting and severing my past life in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each tap, I felt no attachment. Just lighter, smoother, more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the last one. I paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, this was all my life here amounted to? Nothing worth mourning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled, deleting the final entry without a care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it never mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked up at the ceiling, feeling the villa around me. This was my new home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretty nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached to shut off the phone, planning to ditch it for good later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the screen went black—battery dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guess it was in a hurry to leave me, too. After those calls and scrolling through diaries, plus its leaky battery, no surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Way to know me,” I muttered to the cellphone. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a grand send-off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in my room, I tossed the phone on the nightstand. Powerless, it was harmless. Even if someone snooped, the diaries were gone. Nothing to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d cut ties with the past. Sometimes, all it took was a small step—like swapping phones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn’t planned to go out. A paid half-day off, ruined by all that drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept telling myself I’d severed the past, but emotions didn’t shift that fast. I’d even downloaded the academy’s food delivery app.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, instead of eating, I got the urge to step out. If I was going out, I could eat something good myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screw takeout. I’d treat myself, have fun my way. What couldn’t a great meal fix?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones who should stress weren’t me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mirror, I fixed my appearance, checked my clothes. No slip-ups. Then I strolled out, cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where to? No clue. No plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d hit the bus stop and pick a random route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was free, after all. I’d hop off at anything interesting, wander till I was tired, then ride again, soaking in the sights. Witch School was huge—every street was a new world to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d just avoid the areas hit by recent battles. Not sure if some bus routes were still running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky me, a bus pulled up right as I reached the stop. It was nearly empty, just a few quiet seniors. I felt a bit out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while on the bus, I decided to hop off and switch to another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No idea where the next stop was, but this road felt familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it hit me—this was one of the paths I took during registration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much for exploring new places. I’d just circled back to somewhere I knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh well. It was like I’d surrendered to fate for a moment. Revisiting an old road wasn’t so bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, I could scout for a good restaurant to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I got off the bus, leaving its quiet vibe behind, and started wandering the street aimlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even just walking, I felt a rush of freedom—like I’d broken free from my own chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I soaked in the newness, greedy for it. I knew I’d get used to this feeling soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Translator's note: Yes! New life! 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