Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The live broadcast room filled with the gentle prelude of music as skies of light blue and white curtains overlapped and peeled away layer by layer, and the lights began to flicker.@@novelbin@@

In the baptismal-like breeze, a foray of tiny stars streaked by, immersing in the Aijeika network, a sensation akin to reality; red little stars, yellow little stars, blue little stars, some brushing past shoulders and cheeks with the wind, their light collisions making the body feel as if it were progressing continuously through this space.

Until at last, a burst of bright white light shone forth, and the stage revealed itself.

This place was like something out of a fairy tale, with the floor covered in large red and white checkers, the surrounding accessories mostly gold, gilded, and vivid red velvet pairings, and at the center of one's gaze was a red table draped with a white tablecloth, around which four figures were seated. One of them was Clara's virtual image, golden twin-tails, dressed predominantly in red with gold edges and printed embellishments, twin-tail hair ties adorned with two upright Purple Lightning hairpins, and around her chest hung a twisted cord with a purple crystal cube where electric sparks danced.

This set of image and model had been crafted by renowned designers and professionals paid for with the increase in Clara's earnings not long ago, its quality was high, price hefty, and of course, the new outfit also brought numerous benefits, attracting more fans and boosting income.

Opposite her was another virtual idol, with striking curves and a mature, enchanting figure, her black sweater accentuating her chest and waist, the lower part was a split gray skirt, then slender calves, and those high heels and semi-transparent black stockings that made the fans' hearts flutter.

Her long light-purple hair gathered together, draped across her chest and shoulder, and on her head was a pair of visually striking horns; her red eyes sparkled like rose wine, maintaining an unceasing smile, this devilish big sister's popularity had always been high, even without the support of an operational company, but she remained a perennially popular figure in the fast-paced world of virtual idols.

Both virtual idols were familiar to the audience, but today, there were two other figures that were somewhat unfamiliar and mysterious to the audience, shrouded under blue hooded jackets with black trims, their faces blurred and indistinct.

Such models were common in the virtual idol community, used by occasional event participants from outside the circle and for maintaining mystery in certain events.

"Good evening~" X2

"This is Purple Lightning Lala, your battle fairy and companion." Clara greeted the audience, but today she was a tad unnatural, probably because of Hexia's presence nearby, which gave her the feeling of being exposed in front of acquaintances, a social death of sorts.

"Did you miss me, your big sister? If you did, that would be allowed~" The devil big sister was adept at teasing her own fans.

The two caught up briefly before quickly steering the topic towards today's event.

"Ahem, there's been a rumor recently saying that I, Purple Lightning Lala, am a lonely, friendless homebody in reality. I find it necessary to clear up such gossip, to tell everyone, not only online, but even in reality, I, Purple Lightning Lala, am a well-liked, girl with plenty of friends and companions – a Perfect girl~" She spoke while patting her chest, making the purple-red bowtie there sway slightly.

[Ahahaha, she's taking it to heart]

[I bet she scours the net every day, pitiful, but no worries, we are your real friends]

[There goes Purple Lightning Lala being stubborn again]

[Her tail's almost sticking up, with her excited and proud look, I suspect she's rounded up some classmate who spoke a few words to her just to make up the numbers]

[Purple Lightning Lala, without her girlfriends, can only play games all day]

[Wrong, it's probably because she plays games all day that she has no friends]

[I'm begging you, please stop, I'll do anything. If this keeps up, Purple Lightning Lala will cry]

[She's serious, I'll cry to death. She'd rather find someone online to play her friend in reality than worry others about her real-life situation]

[So touching, the tears are about to stream out of my mouth]

[I've never felt sad that Purple Lightning Lala is a homebody until now, rushing to the live broadcast room are mysterious guests – friends from the internet]

[Who says Purple Lightning Lala has no friends? Here are her good sisters for fifty bucks]

Seeing various comments and barrages drifting across the live broadcast room, Clara had several strained hashtags pop up on her forehead, a look of barely restrained anger on her face, then pretended to ignore it and continued to introduce the night's event.

"...The rule is basically a doubles match, with scores calculated based on the outcome of the games. The audience can place bets before the match. If they guess correctly, they will receive a commemorative prize; if they guess wrong, the bet amount will be refunded."

[Card battle doubles, that's rather rare]

[Doubles play by different rules than singles, with so many unexpected and random factors, there are also a lot of card combinations that are quite buggy, so it's rarely used in official competitions]

[But the fun of doubles is much greater, great for entertainment value]

[Does Purple Lightning Lala really have an operator? I always thought she was the type to think of what to do on the night of the broadcast] In a sense, that's the truth

[No no no, in the early days, Purple Lightning Lala used to pay attention to operations and entertainment quality, but later she got lazy and now only gets by with cute acts] Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire