Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

At night, the urban landscape will be more vibrant than during the day, and perhaps only when people are off work can people get a little respite.

In a bright street closet, a mermaid floating in luminous liquid sang softly. The sound diffused through the sound system and lingered in the store, and the beautiful figure also attracted passers-by.

The sprayed red wake streaked across the sky, and hovering cars with electroplated metal shells passed by. The smooth surface reflected the screen on the street, and the reflections of countless neon lights streaked across it.

People who can't afford a car can only squeeze in the crowded tram, smell all kinds of sweat and fragrance, and pray to reach their destination quickly. The reason why they don't use the word "go home" is because the The rented house is not a place he can call home in his heart.

Under the dim streetlights, 'night walkers' wearing fluorescent clothes are walking aimlessly. During the day, they are unnoticed, ordinary, submerged in the crowd and no one can see them, but at night, those The fluorescent clothes painted with various symbols and signs stand out in the dark night, telling their only 'free will'.

They are eager to express themselves, they want to find a sense of existence in this world of countless people, they want to distinguish themselves from those who can replace AI at any time, they pursue the so-called 'personality', because if they give up even this, They can't even convince themselves that they have anything worthwhile compared to AI.

In the underground passages and remote bridge openings, there are all kinds of graffiti, some venting their dissatisfaction with the society, some frantic distress messages, and some telling their frustration and despair.

The advancement of science and technology has brought about an unprecedented increase in productivity, and there is no need for so many jobs. This can make some people idle, but those who are idle are not recognized by the society. They think that these are losers, and they are unwilling to spend money from the government. Raise such idlers.

If a person eats, drinks, and plays without engaging in any labor from birth to death, what does he mean to society? Does society have an obligation to support such a person? This is also true for those who work hard and pay taxes Is it fair?

The liberation of productive forces has not ushered in a perfect world. In fact, even in a high-welfare society, people need to actively find their place in the society. People need recognition, and they need to show their value in a certain way, that is, to be recognized. the value of.

Not everyone can firmly reject the value framework set by the entire society. Humans are also animals, and they will be domesticated unconsciously. Once the domestication is completed, a single value will be formed, and they will be like thousands of others, chasing the peak of fame and fortune, and falling into an endless spiral of competition.

Physiologically, life can survive only with the right space, food and water, but in this era, when life has seen the colorful night sky, it can no longer bear to live in a simple ditch and pursue dreams It is a good thing, but this kind of good thing will also stab the hearts of countless people in the fierce and unfair competition.

The Internet shows the best side of countless people, but behind the most shining apex is a mountain built by countless losers. People have become accustomed to looking down on the best side, and will reprimand if there is a slight deficiency. The result of constantly raising standards is that people would rather believe in the illusory beauty than face the incomplete reality.

"So, what a sad world."

On the top floor of the neon-flashing building, Hercia Tilan overlooked the entire urban night scene. The night wind blew her hair, and the constantly rotating night scene light beams in the distance reflected her face, flashing blue and purple light and shadow.

After spending a steady and fulfilling half a year in the academy, this was the first time she came out, overlooking the bustling city at night in the Southern District 1.

Today is the day of the competition between the "Hat and Dagger" club and the Thunderbolt Academy's "Meteor Gun" club. This kind of routine confrontation between the schools basically happens every semester, and it stimulates each other. Several schools.

On a flyover below, students from the Thunder Front Academy in blue trench coats stood and waited. There were about a hundred of them, some of them were holding glowing current spears, some were putting their hands in their pockets and looking sideways boredly, and some were waiting. Holding a personal terminal, video chatting with distant friends.

"Haven't you come yet? Those guys from Edsy Academy are scared out of their wits and dare not accept the challenge." A student wearing blue glasses turned the car key on his fingertips and complained boredly.

"Who knows, although I don't think those people at Edsy Academy are so courageous, but they lost consecutively last year, and they didn't even make it to the top three in the Winter Festival Competition. They probably gave up on themselves."

"Hahaha, I have been saying that I want to challenge San Ingo. I think we should expect our Thunderbolt to challenge San Ingo's position. These little roses of Edsi, just stay in the corner with peace of mind."

Just as these students were waiting a little anxiously, some movement finally appeared on the other side of the bridge.

About 20 hover vehicles passed through the bustling night city, hovered on the side of the street, and then students in black uniforms jumped off one by one. Some of them wore hoods, some wore tactical goggles, and some wore Carrying boxes, but these students all have the same thing, that is, they all hold swords in their hands. Although these swords are not sharpened, the lines engraved on the sword body also allow them to produce special effects after being infused with magic power. Electromagnetic stance, or breaking through some extraordinary shields, all have good results.

"It's finally here, these guys from Edsi Academy." The blue windbreakers on the bridge quickly quieted down, they gradually gathered, the unrelated utensils in their hands were put away, and all kinds of weapons engraved with patterns were held together. in hand.

A drone with a high-definition camera took off quietly. They hovered and surrounded the sides of the bridge, monitoring the entire process. Although it was just a confrontation between the two academy clubs, many media would pay attention to this confrontation. The official will also send people to watch not far away to ensure that such confrontation is within a reasonable range.

The results obtained only on the desks and in the classroom are still unconvincing, and the confrontation between the schools will become the best touchstone. The winner will enjoy the glory, get more funding, and get more favors. And the losers lose their reputation and are gradually eliminated to catch up. This is also the system that keeps the top ten schools in the star field in a good atmosphere and dare not slack off.

"Who will be the winner today? Is it the Thunderbolt Academy that is rising and has the dark horse of the Winter Festival, or the Ades Academy that has been leading and fighting unremittingly against San Ingo? Let us wait and see!"

In the city at night, many off-duty employees sit in front of a cheap nutritious meal, turn on the projection of their personal terminals, and watch this intense and expectant battle in the rare leisure time after a tiring day at work.

Although most of them have no hope of advancing again, watching these youthful and passionate scenes, they can't help but have some fantasies.

If I were one of those figures, how unrestrained and refreshing I should be, so as to get a little release.

But now, in the picture displayed by the projection, a man wearing dark pink goggles is striding forward. As he walks, he slowly draws out the broad sword on his back. He also drew out his long sword, and the light of Yingying's sword reflected the darkness of the night, like sparks rising, flocking to the group of blues on the bridge.

The battle is imminent.