Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 393 - 134: Musical Confrontation

At Swarm’s Reign Academy, in the Student Council President’s office.

Seated in the vast room were several people, including a girl with deep purple long hair sitting right in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed, watching the projection nearby, while others in identical uniforms either sat or stood by her side.

"Oh, looks like Serasilence actually softened up, quite unexpected," she commented in a low voice as she blew on the coffee in her hand.

"Those three by her side, they come from no ordinary families either, but today they all showed up on camera, seems like Edith Academy is taking this seriously," responded a bespectacled girl sitting behind the sofa.

"Tatanis, Peikexi, Huna, I have a slight impression of them, they had a conflict with people from our academy when they booked the Cloud Spiral Tower last year," another girl with short hair piped up.

"Usually so domineering and showy, and now suddenly changing their stripes, publicly apologizing, it’s got to be more than simple persuasion."

"However, according to convention, the higher-ups at Edith Academy wouldn’t directly pressure the families of students, that would break their tacit agreement."

"Then it must be other factors, like that old fox?"

"Amors? He might manage that, but with his cunning and reluctance for trouble, at most he’d have Serasilence make a public apology. As for her companions, I doubt they’d take the stage."

"It seems there’s someone else involved."

"Have you gotten the results from the inquiry I asked you to make last time, about who’s going to take over Amors’s position?" The girl with deep purple long hair had a deep voice. As soon as she spoke, everyone else stopped talking.

"Sorry, we haven’t found out. Although Amors has been busy since the start of the year, he hasn’t been seen much with any first or second-year students, and the Student Council’s affairs are mostly handled by the older members."

"Heh, it seems he’s hidden himself well. Never mind, he’ll graduate in a month and we’ll know eventually."

"Speaking of which, I need to start looking for my successor as the Student Council President."

"Who do you plan to choose? Currently, at the academy, Prin Coco is extremely popular."

"As for her, let’s not. Even though Prin Coco is very popular, she isn’t fond of the Student Council’s tedious tasks. I spoke with her when she first entered the academy," said the girl in the middle of the sofa, shaking her head and placing her coffee on the table.

"The academy’s board of directors also hopes that Prin Coco will devote more energy to music and publicity to secure more political resources for the academy."

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"Thanks to this songstress, our academy’s enrollment situation over the last two years has been far better than before, and some of our external collaborations have gone very smoothly too."

"Maybe, we could even try to challenge Saint Yingo in the next couple of years, not that our odds are great," she said, quite nonchalant and not the least bit anxious.

"By the way, I recently heard that Crystal Lattice Academy is planning to ally with Edith Academy. Has this been confirmed?"

"There are such rumors," another Student Council member answered.

"But, Edith Academy hasn’t immediately agreed, only saying they need to consider it for some time."

"Thunder Edge dealt a heavy blow to Crystal Lattice Academy, and now they’ve thought of banding together."

"Crystal Lattice School has always been cautious and calculative, they wouldn’t allow any risks to occur, always preparing various contingency plans in advance," commented a member.

"Of all the top six academies currently, it’s Lelysia Academy that keeps the lowest profile, and there hasn’t been much news coming out."

"They’re different from us. Lelysia Academy is known for its conservative school culture. Not only is dating prohibited within the academy, but even access to the interstellar network is restricted. They say this is so students can devote themselves entirely to study and training, without the distraction of various external messages."

"That’s too oppressive, I couldn’t stand it."

"Mm, they also have the smallest student population among the top six academies, but the overall Transcendent grade is indeed a bit higher."

...

As the discussion among the group went on, the apology press conference in the projection approached its close, beginning to wrap up.

The deep purple-haired girl sitting in the middle pressed the button on the remote, turning off the screen, and then leaned back on the sofa to rest with her eyes closed. After a while, she asked the members behind her.

"Our confrontation with Edith Academy is soon, isn’t it?"

"Yes, it’s at the end of this month. The stage is at the crossroad of Bi-Color Flower Street. The clubs originally set to compete were ’Flame Flame’ and ’Indigo Cornflower,’ but now that Cornflower has disbanded, Edith Academy will probably send another club to perform."

"The president and founder of ’Flame Flame’ is ’Prin Coco.’ If she’s participating, most people in the academy will go watch, and all sides will focus their attention."

"It’s a bit of a headache. We originally had ’Indigo Cornflower,’ an easy target. Now that they’ve disbanded, it’s hard to know which club Edith Academy will send to replace them."

"What’s the theme of the confrontation?" a member asked curiously.

"It’s ’music,’ so I don’t think we need to worry. We’ve got a current songstress as our ace in the hole. How could we lose?" another member answered.

"Phew, that’s a relief."

"Is there really a need to worry?"

"Maybe not before, but ever since last year, we’ve been on a winning streak. I don’t want to face defeat in our last confrontation before graduation."

"Haha, that definitely won’t happen. I think this confrontation will be the most beautiful memory before we graduate. We can even get a photo and autograph with ’Prin Coco.’"

"Time flies, doesn’t it? Four years have passed in a blink." Someone sighed, and the room slowly became quiet again.

The president with deep purple hair, who had been resting with her eyes closed in the middle of the sofa, didn’t join the conversation. She only opened her deep red eyes and got up after the room had quieted down.

"Let’s go. Today’s movie viewing is over. It’s time to begin a new round of inspections and supervision. This year’s winter festival evening party, we must give Saint Yingo a surprise."

"Yes, president!" Everyone responded in unison, following their deep purple-haired president out of the office.

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In a music room in a corner of the academy, a caramel short-haired girl wearing a light jacket sat on a stool, gazing at the sheet music and playing her guitar. She kept adjusting the tune until a slightly upbeat melody began to fill the air.

"Prin~ How’s the new song?"

After she played it once, three other girls from the room gathered around her. They were all members of the same band, and Prin Coco was the lead singer and soul of the group.

"I’d give it about an 85, not bad." Prin’s fingers danced on the guitar strings again, adjusting and changing the rhythm in the score to find the channel that best suited her.

"Sigh, the academy spent a lot of money hiring a renowned composer from the Central Star Domain for this. Aren’t you satisfied?" her bandmates asked curiously.

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"The composition might be good, but it doesn’t match my personality; it feels too cliché. That composer must be in their seventies or eighties, no vitality at all." Prin said nonchalantly.

"In my opinion, we should look for an up-and-coming composer, preferably one who likes explosive rock. That way it’ll be lively." Prin set the guitar down after another try.

"Why not ask senior Yulanduoja? She used to be a songstress too. She must know a lot of talented composers who love rock."

"Senior Yulanduoja, huh…" Prin recalled the last time she saw her, the green-haired big sister dressed as a maid, and felt a touch of emotion.

"Too bad senior ’Green Snake’ doesn’t play rock anymore."

"It’s been a while since I last called her. I’ll ask her tonight if she has any recommendations."

"Speaking of which, we have a confrontation match at the end of the month. While there’s still time, let’s get the new song down pat, so we can use it then."

"Let’s go eat, no more practice for now." After saying that, Prin put the guitar on a table nearby, and the band members rushed out of the window. They put on special wheel shoes and glided directly down the wall, heading for the distant cafeteria. Along the way, they attracted various shouts and surprised looks.

But they were used to it. ’Flame Sugar’ Prin Coco had always been known for pursuing fiery passion and rebellion.