Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 45: 23 Light Drizzle (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch Hua Kai Yun Yan Shu)_2

"What did Qiao Long send you here for? I said we'd call it even last time. Is he still dissatisfied?"

"This..." The chubby man was in a rush and it was his companion who started explaining.

"The thing is, big brother wants to apologize and offer reparation, but he's still in the hospital recovering, so he sent us. Seeing that Hexia remained unmoved, his companion sped up his speech a bit.

"Big brother said that he accidentally damaged your stuff, so he sent us to deliver this to you." Afterwards, he kicked the large man beside him.

"Yes, yes, I'll open it for you." As he spoke, the chubby man picked up a silver case next to him, then opened it horizontally in his hands, revealing three transparent boxes inside, each containing a latest flagship personal terminal.

"The latest model from Moryun Workshop, 'Ink Painting·Ge Wu 2707', is an upgrade of the flagship 2700 with the addition of phoenix and flower patterns and the 'Concentrated Ink' frame system that can produce a transparent barrier up to 20 square meters, used to isolate noise, rain, attacks, harassment, and so on."

"Xeliya Group's 'Colorful·Ruo Laila H4-Blue', a custom version based on the latest 'Colorful·Ruo Laila H4', is covered with flow-sand blue plating, capable of isolating various interferences while maintaining stable and efficient operation, a helper for various kinds of work."

"Qixuan Shengyin's 'Hymn·Opera F-192', with its accompanying seven-level Calming Altar Engraving System, can set up a tranquilizing altar anywhere, helping you to practice Transcendent Sequence and meditation."

Hexia thought to herself that some real thought had gone into the selection of these models.

The first product from Moryun Workshop focused on elegance and versatility in life. Xeliya Group's products were famously precise and professional, providing assistance and analytical effects in various kinds of work. As for the last, Qixuan Shengyin, it wasn't even a product of a Federation enterprise but an imported good from a distant country, beneficial for practice. Hexia had only ever heard of it, but had never seen it before.

"Are you asking me to choose one?"

"No, no, it's not that, but all of them are offered to you as a reparation gift." The two replied in turn.

"That's a bit excessive." Hexia shook her head. The cheapest one would cost probably 30-40 thousand Federation Coins. And the last one might go over 100 thousand Federation Coins.

"Please accept them, otherwise we really wouldn't know what to do."

"Are you trying to force me?" Hexia's umbrella handle twisted, shaking off a few droplets of water.

"No, no, no, it's just, we're just... not good with words, we don't know how to explain, just, um, if you don't accept them, we will feel bad, and Qiao Long doesn't want to upset you, he just wants to convey his sincerity. If the compensation is too light, in our eyes, it is an offense..."

In their rules and worldview, making reparation is not simply about compensating for losses; if it was just a simple compensation, what would be the difference from a court's judgment? It would be like an insult. Therefore, for an underworld-style apology, it at least has to be more than triple the loss to qualify as basic politeness and sincerity.

"Is that so..." Hexia pondered after listening to the explanation.

In fact, she didn't want to get entangled with people like Qiao Long anymore. She might not be afraid herself, but Grandma He's family where she was staying still had to live here long-term. She didn't want to seriously offend anyone or force each other into a corner.

"Fine, I will accept them, but on the condition that from now on you don't come looking for me, and don't bother people around me, understand?"

"We understand!" This time the two replied immediately, very straightforward and pleased.

"Good, put the case down, you may go now."

"Yes!" The two promptly left from the other side, even though it would take them on a longer route, but they wouldn't have to pass by Hexia.

Watching the two rapidly disappearing figures, Hexia wondered how Qiao Long had described her to his subordinates. Logically speaking, with her current appearance, she's just an ordinary 16-year-old student, with no intimidating presence. These two were clearly the kind of people who were used to the underworld's life of fighting and killing, and wouldn't normally be so afraid.

Actually, Hexia was mistaken on this point, Qiao Long didn't use too many words to describe what happened. It was just that his two underlings had taken him to the hospital after which they were frightened by the massive wounds tearing through his chest and arm. They had never seen their boss so seriously injured, and the assailant was reportedly just an underage girl.

Moreover, Qiao Long's reaction post-incident was also quite surprising. He repeatedly warned the two men at his side to never provoke that girl, to always be humble, cautious, and extremely careful. This made the already anxious men even more fearful, thinking that this girl must be a hidden unparalleled individual, or that she had a staggering background, hence the scene that had just played out.

After bringing the silver box into the house, Hexia put her umbrella away and then returned to her bedroom. She lay down on the bed for a short rest before she remembered something, sat up, and went to the living room to open the box.

She indeed needed a personal terminal right now, as the second one she bought was also damaged during Qiao Long's attack.

So both teacher and student specialize in attacking personal terminals?

Hexia took out the one from Moryun Workshop, started it up, then began charging it while inputting her information, engraving it within.

A few minutes later, she dialed a familiar number.

"Grandma? I'm staying at my place tonight, have some stuff to sort out. I'll come over tomorrow."

...

"Okay, I'll be careful, and you too... Alright then, goodbye for now."

After handling all that, she placed the brand-new personal terminal aside, leaned back on the bed, and looked at the familiar ceiling as sleepiness overtook her again.

Maybe a little more sleep.

Afterward, the black-haired girl leaned on the duvet with the edge serving as a pillow over her arm, slowly drifting into sleep.

Her breathing gradually evened out; a few soft black hairs curved across her face, adding a touch of tenderness to her already dreamlike features. Her dark brows in sleep would occasionally furrow, then relax, taking a while to completely calm down.

At 11 p.m., Hexia woke from a deep sleep, sitting up in bed bleary-eyed, zoning out and nearly falling back to sleep, before getting up to go to the bathroom to wash her face and clear her head.

As water droplets fell, Hexia looked at herself in the mirror, a hint of blue brilliance appearing in her black eyes, which then shifted to a blurred purple. She blinked, allowing everything to return to normal.

She turned on the automatic cooking machine in the kitchen, took out a very old diary, flipped it open on the dining table, and began to write.

"April 28th, rainy

The day before yesterday, I fought with my sister. It hurt.

But I won, which made me happy."

After pondering, she listened to the sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen and continued to write.

"I want to learn to cook, to make it as delicious as Mom's"

Then, the diary closed, and she walked towards the kitchen.

Today marks the first step of learning.