Lifting the test tube slightly towards the sunlight, Loran Hill observed its color and internal conditions, and finally put it down with satisfaction, sealed it with a cork, and then put his own label on it.
At that moment, cheers erupted from outside the arena, drawing her attention. She saw a group of people standing on the second floor, their gazes directed toward one side of the arena, their voices blaring. Their gazes focused on a purple-haired girl, a potion in hand. She turned and waved upwards, like a celebrity thanking her fans for their applause.
Osuna, Loran Hill wondered. Was she really a witch? She'd checked the system before, and Osuna was indeed a very gifted and powerful student. But she didn't have the same abyssal, unfathomable feeling as Tidaisi and Siye. If no one had told her, she would have thought of Osuna as a genius like Bumantha, not a witch.
But since so many people, including college teachers, have admitted it, maybe she misunderstood.
"Loran~" A familiar voice came from the side. The girl turned around and saw two familiar people standing at the edge of the field, waving at her. They were the girl next door, Bumansha, and the freckled Lily.
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It was on the fourth floor of the museum building. Because it was too high up and the view was not very clear, there were not many people there. Only a few students were lying on the railing to watch.
"The review and scoring have already begun. I wonder if Gates can make it this time." A student said to his classmate.
"But he doesn't have any big expectations. He'd be content just to make it into the top 30. He just doesn't know who will win the championship this time."
"What do you think, Rock?" he turned and asked his red-haired roommate.
"I rarely pay attention to these things, and I don't know who is the best in the school right now. But if we talk about the championship, I think that girl has a good chance." Rock's words were full of contradictions.
"Oh. You don't understand it at all, but you still believe it so much. Rock, your style is still so unique, haha."
"Who is it, the purple-haired witch?" He pointed downwards casually, as if he didn't take it to heart.
"No, I'm talking about the black-haired girl." Rock pointed to a hooded girl in the corner.
"She and I used to be classmates. Although we have never fought each other and rarely interacted, I know that I definitely cannot beat her." Rock seemed to sigh.
"That girl has a very strong sense of perception. She is almost determined to become my natural enemy as a killer."
"With such talent, coordination and balance, and a serious attitude, winning the championship shouldn't be a difficult task for her."
"Is that so impressive? Looks like our 'True Red Rose' will have another member."
"Don't let me down, this girl I have never met."
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