Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 623 - 264: Tilan in the Swing and the Wind

In the following two days, Tilan was essentially accompanied by the Academy's maids, touring around the campus and occasionally sitting in on their classes.

"This is music class, is everyone ready?" Standing on the wooden steps, a teacher—also dressed in a maid outfit—held a baton in one hand and lightly pressed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with the other.

Actually, there was no need for a special announcement that it was music class, except that this time, a black-haired girl was standing in the corner of the classroom, showing keen interest in watching the others. The teacher, fearing she might not understand, gave a brief explanation.

"We're ready," replied the students in the classroom, who were currently divided into two groups by gender: the girls were all wearing black and white maid skirts, while the boys were dressed in suit tails, arranged in an 'A' formation as each held a violin.

The violin is an instrument suitable for both solos and group performances. Under the teacher's baton, the students sat on square stools, their backs straight, violins in position, and then followed the teacher's lead as they drew forth melodious sounds—initially as light and quick as birds in the mountains, then the music softened, and the rhythm gradually intensified, revealing the grandeur of a group performance.

Not only was the instrumentation impressive, but the performers' movements were also strikingly synchronized, creating a beauty in uniformity that was pleasing to the eye and filled one with admiration.

After enjoying the music class, Tilan also experienced the Academy's drama performance class, physical expression class, as well as firearm practice class in an underground range, among others. It could be said that the campus atmosphere was distinct from that of other academies she had visited.

The students here seemed quite aware that everything they learned was for their future work and livelihood. There were no hesitations or complaints, nor was there much interest in competition or rivalry. Sometimes during breaks, the Academy would organize group performance assignments—for instance, if a movie required a temporary music scene or if a historical palace drama needed a host of trained palace maids and servants, or perhaps elite soldiers for battle scenes.

Students would participate in some practical work while still in school, and afterwards, teachers would help them analyze and summarize the problems they encountered.

In the afternoon, Tilan sat in a garden located within a palace set on the Academy grounds, surrounded by white colonnades forming a circular walkway, with a grassy lawn and pond in the center, and a swing set nearby.

Holding onto the ropes of the swing and sitting on the wooden plank, she swayed gently, inevitably feeling a sense of relaxation and joy.

In the garden with Tilan were only two maids—one cradling the Academy's white cat, petting it, and the other standing not far from Tilan, watching with a slight smile as the young girl swung on the swing.

Compared to the 17-year-old Tilan, this maid appeared slightly more mature at 19. She looked at the girl on the swing as if she were watching a younger sister. Over the past two days, she had indeed found the girl to be easy to get along with, lacking the arrogance one might expect of someone of her stature.

As she gazed at the distant blue sky, the young girl gently closed her eyes to feel the breeze brushing past her sides. Then, slowly reopening her eyes, she took in the distant views and drifting clouds as her figure swung leisurely through the air.

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Thus, after quietly enjoying the serene garden for a good while, the girl on the swing gradually came to a stop.

"Tired of playing?" The maid approached, helping steady the swing as Tilan got off.

"Not really, just felt like stopping for a bit," Tilan replied with a touch of embarrassment.

"Would you like to try, Sister Lola?" Tilan hopped off the swing with ease, landing on the grass.

"Me?" Lola tilted her cheek, contemplating for a few seconds before deciding to take up Tilan's offer.

"I'll sit for a little while, but not too long, or it wouldn't look good," Lola said as she tidied Tilan's hair, which had gotten a bit tousled.

"After all, I'm still wearing a maid outfit, so indulging in pleasure would be against etiquette."

Then, she grasped the swing's ropes and gently sat down, with Tilan giving her a mild push. Lola's light pink tresses fluttered against the blue sky.

After spending a quiet and leisurely afternoon, Tilan went with Mel and several maids to a cinema in Bronze City to watch a new movie that evening. Not all movies were immersive, some were watched directly on a screen, which was more relaxing.

Without the pressure of intensive study and competition, even though the Academy's atmosphere was closer to society, it was actually calmer and more tranquil. Even those who were working hard did so in a quiet manner, without making much fuss or feeling the need to let everyone know.

"That's because this is reality. Not every day is filled with fervent passion and boiling blood," said Lola, as she styled Tilan's hair in front of the dressing mirror. Then, after carefully splitting her locks, she crafted a slightly complex but not overly fancy hairstyle and adorned it with a few Gilded Hairpin Flowers, completing the look with a long hairband that had little bells. The girl in the mirror radiated youthful elegance and a tender charm that was touching.

"You're done, Tilan. You really have a good foundation to look so enchanting in any outfit," Lola couldn't help praising, even though she had seen her share of celebrities, none compared to the girl before her.

"You don't have to compliment me every day," Tilan adjusted the hair decorations to make them more comfortable.

Soon, Tilan and Mel from the next room came out together. Mel was also dressed in a beautiful, flowing, purple fringed gown today, and as usual, she was cradling her grey moon cat. However, compared to two years ago, the moon cat had grown significantly and she figured that Mel wouldn't be able to carry it around every day after another year.