[{"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-56":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},1070737,1384,"Chapter 57 - Bai Yu’s Surprise Visit","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>I was riding high on the thought of getting my paycheck, itching to try the witch’s meditation for myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The book said you needed serious mental strength to tap into mana, a high-level energy. But transcendence wasn’t just about mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I joined the Witch School, I’d never even heard of mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In my studies of spell theory and elemental theory, I’d only come across transcendence energies like “elemental forces” and “spirits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t my mental energy tap into mana—or any other energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spells didn’t always need mana to work, but sadly, my body only had a mana core, no other energy storage. I wasn’t sure if it’d be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mental energy was too weak to do much anyway. I could barely nudge the free-floating energy in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, I needed Psi-vision to see my mental energy interacting with it. In the surface world, it had zero visible impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mental energy was pitifully weak, but compared to my past life, where transcendence was unthinkable, just having it was wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The theoretical meditation techniques I’d learned were pretty basic, but they’d let me feel mental energy’s existence, hadn’t they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, to boost my mental energy further, those methods weren’t cutting it. I needed the witch’s meditation method—whether to refine the thread of consciousness or strengthen my mental energy, it’d be a win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I stood around with nothing to do, the quiet bakery finally got a visitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome—oh, Bai Yu?” I started my greeting, then realized it was her. My Bai Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, not happy to see me?” Bai Yu teased with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way, you’re always welcome!” I laughed. Her visit wasn’t a shock. After the academy’s invasion, she’d found out I worked here. This was her second time dropping by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looked like my presence was turning this place into her regular spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good to know. Thought you might be sick of me,” she said, smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never! But, Bai Yu, you don’t have to come so often. You weren’t even into cakes or bread before,” I said, trying to save her wallet. Last time, she’d bought a ton of sweets and cookies—way more than anyone could eat in a couple of days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My job didn’t depend on sales, so her spending felt unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuehan, you’re an employee. Why’re you telling customers to stay away?” Bai Yu said, clearly playing dumb and ignoring my point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, tell me about these desserts. Recommend a few. If you suggest it, I’m buying,” she said, leaning in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…” I hesitated, glancing at her. I’d picked up some baking skills from Tang Yihan, but it’d only been a few days. I barely knew enough to describe her creations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yihan’s stuff was the real deal—carefully crafted after who-knows-how-many tries to get the taste and look just right without being toxic. Regular cookies or cakes? They were just here to fill space, not to sell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re stumped, huh? Got anything you made?” Bai Yu asked, her eyes sparkling with expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shot a guilty glance at a corner display case. There were some plain cookies I’d made—decent enough to give away as freebies, but they were just sitting there, not even packaged yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you do have something?” she pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, but they’re just freebies. Haven’t even bagged them,” I admitted, caught out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do I need to buy to get some?” Bai Yu’s goal was clear: she wanted my cookies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re nothing special. If you want some, I’ll just grab you a bag,” I said, getting up to head over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were freebies, and my seniors let me handle them as I pleased. Honestly, this bakery felt like a charity sometimes. It was like the ingredients didn’t cost a dime. Once, a broke freshman wandered in, and Ying Shiqian practically forced a bag of my cookies on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yup, those were my masterpieces, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, I’d be the cookie queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what could I do? Cookies were the easiest thing to start with when you’re new to baking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed a plastic bag meant for freebies, the kind we’d tie up and slap a “Gift” sticker on. I started filling one for Bai Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here you go,” I said, handing it over before packing more bags. Might as well get it all done now and save myself the hassle tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks!” Bai Yu took it, a grin she couldn’t hide spreading across her face. She tucked the bag away carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing. So, Bai Yu, you didn’t just come to buy stuff like last time, did you?” I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nope. Wanted to check on you. See how you’re holding up. Need any help?” she said, her tone teasing but warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face flushed. “I’m fine, no need to worry!” Bai Yu coming just to check on me felt… a little too sweet, didn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her concern hit deeper than I’d expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No worries, then? You’re doing alright? No big problems?” she asked. “You haven’t texted me in days, you know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, I’ll keep in touch,” I said, grinning. “Why’re you acting like… uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like what?” Bai Yu cut in, her face shifting, a touch of unease flickering across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like a girlfriend or something. I’ve always been like this, haven’t I?” I teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I-I’m just looking out for you!” she stammered, a flash of panic in her eyes at the word girlfriend. “Back home, you had family. Here, it’s just me, so I’ve got to check in, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed, “You know how it was with my family. I’m thrilled to have some freedom. Thanks for getting me out of that mess, by the way.” I meant it. If I hadn’t left, I might’ve run into those creeps from the Demonspawn School, and who knows what kind of trouble that’d bring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Translator's note: Just friends? I'm not buying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ed\u002Fn: They’re flirting! And the ‘My’ Bai Yu. She’s getting possessive.\u003C\u002Fp>",984,"2026-06-03T10:21:36.430Z","2026-06-03T10:21:31.928Z",1,"novelbin.me","d4f0326b248ca48c149a5424334e020c311c7309da952f0e79969d8a22e339d0","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-57","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-55",710,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fis-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-cover.jpg"]