It's the beginning of the month of Fengzhi again, the night when new students are admitted.

Muying and the other three changed into formal clothes and came to the auditorium.

"What should I do? I'm a little nervous," Windsor whispered in Muying's ear.

Muying patted the back of her hand, "It's okay, we are seniors, it's the freshmen who should be nervous."

"I don't know how many freshmen there are this year. I hope the more the better. Our school is still too deserted." Lillian's eyes were shining with excitement.

"There can't be too many. There are only a few witches in the first place. You can only give birth to one little witch in a lifetime. If something happens, there may not be any... There are fewer and fewer witches!" Muying sighed.

She also hopes that there will be more witches. After all, she is in this group and knows what kind of people they are.

They are casual and free, friendly and united. They may love money but not power, and they often yearn for the colorful human world outside.

However, they are not as cunning and thoughtful as humans. They are obviously much stronger than humans, but they have never thought of invading the human world as a whole. They just live scattered in the witch forest that humans cannot reach.

When a witch is harmed, she will only take revenge on the person who caused her harm.

The number of witches is getting smaller and smaller, but the amazing thing is that no witch has ever worried about the number of people and changed her birth plan.

The Witches Association, the highest authority organization of witches, has never even issued any opinions on encouraging witches to have children. They only deal with issues of education, inheritance and revenge.

The first two are easy to understand, but the last one is that if a witch dies due to unknown reasons in the outside world, and other witches find out, they need to report it to the association, and then send people to investigate. If the witch did not do something unforgivable, then the association will

Will help her get revenge.

For example, the body of the witch who was hanged on the bridge in Hongmei Village was collected by the witch association after Muying and others informed the principal. However, because the witch herself was not good at learning, she did not take revenge on the villagers.

But there are not many cases of revenge after the fact, because in many places after witches are executed, the corpses are not left carelessly hanging there, so there are still many witches who have disappeared in various corners of the world, such as the body of Mu Ying

Mother.

When Muying first learned that witches were completely random in population control, she felt strange. Aren't they afraid that witches would become extinct? She asked Principal Melanie this question.

"Extinction means extinction. Everything rises and falls, and of course witches can do it too. We cannot ask individual witches for the rise and fall of witches as a whole. Each witch is independent and precious, not a machine that continues the race. Every little witch can also rise and fall.

It must be born out of love, not out of responsibility."

Ms. Melanie's natural words had a huge impact on Muying, but she couldn't help but feel that what she said made sense. Why do individuals have to sacrifice for the group?

Will this kind of individual tragedy definitely lead to the prosperity of the group? If it relies on such a pile of flesh and blood, what is the meaning of the continuation of the race?

Is the future more precious than the present? But the present is not the future of the past.

Races that rely on the power of groups may need such sacrifices, but races as powerful and independent as witches pay more attention to individual rights.

They are responsible for themselves and are extremely free and easy. Every contribution is based on their own wishes, rather than being bound by rules or forced by others. This is true freedom.

The consciousness concept of witches gave Muying a lot of inspiration. The racial concept of witches is based on the strong power of the individual, so there is no need to rely on the group, because even if there is only one witch left in the world, she can still live a good life.

In fact, the current real world has also moved towards a path where great power is attributed to individuals, similar to that of witches. The stronger the strength, the less need to rely on the power of the group, and strong individuals will be valued more and more.

This is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak.

Unlike before the end of the world, the weak are still protected by social rules and concepts, maintaining superficial personality equality.

Muying can only continue to push herself and go on the road of strengthening herself unswervingly.

"Coming!" Lilian whispered.

After hearing this, Muying retracted her thoughts and looked around, only to see a little girl with messy brown curly hair suddenly appear. She couldn't stand still, fell down on her butt, and sat on the ground in a daze, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

.

Her fall was not a light one, but the little girl didn't show any pain at all. She seemed to have fallen on a soft cushion. In fact, there was only a thin layer of carpet on the ground, which was very hard.

It took a long time before he said, "I'm here?"

This little girl seems a little confused, Muying thought.

The second place's appearance was much more elegant than hers.

It was a beautiful little girl with snow-white skin, snow-white hair, and ice-blue eyes. She stood upright and only swayed slightly, but her tightly pursed mouth revealed that she was not actually that relaxed.

"She is so beautiful!" Windsor whispered.

Muying nodded in agreement, she could be considered the school beauty.

After waiting for a while, the third person has not yet arrived. Lillian touched her chin and said, "There won't be only two this year!"

"No, Ms. Melanie hasn't moved yet. There should be more." Muying glanced at the principal who was sitting calmly on the stage.

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl with short black hair and wheat-colored skin jumped out neatly.

Yes, it's a magical way to appear. It's probably because she was teleported while jumping.

Melanie finally stood up, "Okay, all the new students are here, now let's start the talent test."

"Why do I feel that these words are so familiar?" Windsor muttered.

"Because we heard something similar last year." Lilian didn't know what was so strange about this.

Muying said coolly: "It's because compared to what Ms. Melanie said at the same time last year, not a single word, not a single tone, or even a single movement has changed."

It seems like it was copied and pasted from last year, but no one is there anymore.

Sure enough, the next sentence is "Who comes first?"

But this time, Lillian was not as foolish and bold as she was. The three little witches looked at me and I looked at you, but they did not move.

"Then I'll call the names." Melanie didn't wait long before she started calling people.

"Tana!"

The girl with messy hair and a little confusion slowly walked onto the stage.

"Orange Witch!"

Muying stepped forward and took her down. The three of them knew from their hair color and eye color that none of them matched them. There was no way to distinguish people based on their talents and tendencies, so they temporarily picked up people based on their own preferences.

The specific allocation will depend on the direction they each choose to specialize in later.

Lillian felt that the little girl who jumped out at the end suited her temperament the best. Windsor was fascinated by the beauty of the white-haired girl, and this little slovenly figure naturally fell into her hands.

"Next, Sheila!"

"White Witch!"

"Finally, Tina!"
Chapter completed!