Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

After realizing these things, Shui Yanqing's emotions gradually calmed down. She closed her eyes and then opened them a little while later, becoming as composed and lively as usual.

"Wait a moment, I want to play too~" She trotted forward, catching up with the hopping and bouncing Blanchi, and also squeezed a snowball in her hand.

The small snowball flew out and accurately hit the hood of Blanchi's coat, splashing some snowflakes inside her collar, making her feel a burst of coolness.

Seeing Shui Yanqing recover, Blanchi also became much happier, and the two chased and frolicked in the snow.

Looking at the two ahead, Ores glanced at Tilan beside her. Although she didn't say anything, it was as if she had said everything.

Tilan was aware of what was going on but kept her gaze away from Ores.

She of course knew what Ores wanted to say, 'why don't you invite me to play'.

Having spent a lot of time together, Tilan had gotten to know Ores's personality more and more. To outsiders, this silver-haired Ice Elf Songstress was like a Princess—glamorous, elegant, adored and admired by countless people, but the real Ores, aside from these superficial images, was more childlike at heart—very playful, clear about likes and dislikes, and not very good at hiding her feelings. It was only because of the habits and teachings she had been brought up with from a young age that she did not often do things that would go against her image.

Like now, she clearly wanted to play, but she just wouldn't ask proactively, only waiting for someone to call her, so that she wouldn't break the elegant image she usually maintained.

"We're on the streets, with surveillance all around," Tilan pulled Ores close and whispered in her ear.

The previously eager Ores instantly cooled down.

Indeed, as a Songstress under the spotlight of countless people, a representative of the Ice Elf Clan, and a superstar, how could she run around and have a snowball fight on the streets like a child.

"However, if Ores wants to play, you can come to my yard tomorrow," Tilan's following words made her completely calm down, and she looked at the distant frolicking pair without so much envy.

As a Songstress, running around on the streets would be too image-breaking, she couldn't imitate Shui Yanqing.

The four walked one after another on the evening streets; Blanchi and Shui Yanqing, after frolicking for a while, also gradually stopped and rejoined the group. The school was not far ahead, and the surrounding students and shops were slowly increasing in number.

"There are quite a few shops open at night," Blanchi said with interest as she looked at the stores lit up by the street, being a good child, she rarely went out this late.

"Many are dining places, these are all open 24 hours," Shui Yanqing glanced at the types of these shops.

"Ah, it does seems like it," Blanchi's gaze swept over them again, counting them one by one.

"That store doesn't seem to be one, and there's even a long queue at the entrance," Blanchi pointed to a video store, which had an automatic projection poster by the door.

"Is it selling music albums and immersive movies?"

Many movies, after their screening period is over, sell memory chips of the films, so they can be inserted into Immersion Cabins for use, and are also a favorite collectible for many fans of the films.

"Shall we go take a look?" The four quickly reached a consensus, heading towards the shop open until nearly dawn with a hint of curiosity.

As they got closer, they could hear the queued customers chatting, while a staff member came out of the shop and counted the number of people.

"Those lining up at the back don't need to wait anymore, the shop only has the last 30 copies left, the next shipment will be in three days, those who didn't get it this time can come back next time."

"Only 30 copies left?"

"So quickly? Weren't they saying that making these album chips isn't difficult, how can they still be out of stock?"

"Without Tilan's songs, I feel like I'm about to die," although it was an exaggerated joke, it resonated with many people in line.

"Hahaha, come on, it won't kill you. After all, it's free to access on the official website. I heard the commemorative edition album added several live video segments, all from Tilan's high school times," a guy pushed up his glasses.

"Why do you think we're standing here in the chilly winter, with snow falling, queuing up? It's for those special items included in the commemorative edition," one guy with a backpack opened his hands, making exaggerated gestures.

"Let me say, they shouldn't have made the regular edition in the first place, those pile up in stores with few buyers, everyone has seen the album on the official website, and is eager to see the hidden segments in the commemorative edition."

"The black-themed Songstress, Tilan standing on stage in a black dress singing, that scene, it's simply too captivating."

"Cough, cough, mind the image, it's a very sad song, after all," his companion reminded, as they were all there in pursuit of art.

"It is very sad because I haven't managed to get it yet, I could only see a clip at my friend's place."

"But honestly, it's just that vibe, if Tilan wore the same dress and costume to sing some cheerful and light-hearted songs, it would lose that venomous aura."

"The world as silk rain falls, like a young Black Swan, chanting the sorrow of the world, this is the epitome of art~"

Hearing the conversation of the crowd, the black-haired girl among the four felt a big question mark over her head. She touched her face and then took out a spare mask from her pocket and put it on to avoid being recognized.

But her black hair and bodily outline were still too noticeable, given that everyone here was her fan. After thinking for a moment, Tilan lightly pressed her forehead, and her hair color gradually turned grey. Then she put on glasses, completing her disguise so others could not recognize her identity at first glance.