The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 31: Arcane Symposium, Part Eleven

The classroom fills up like some kind of magical fashion show, except half these bitches wouldn’t know style if it slapped them with a Gucci bag. You know, in my opinion, anyway.

This one absolute unit of a guy walks in. We’re talking muscles on muscles, dark skin that screams "foreigner", and a uniform that’s fighting for its life to contain all that beef. Has to be Takeshi, I saw some posts about him on the Gram.

... More specifically, I saw a bunch of thirsting.

[Damn boy, you could bench press my entire apartment building...]

The Shimizu twins slide in next, immediately pushing their desks together like they’re attached at the hip. Like, literally. Their chairs are so close you couldn’t slip a credit card between them.

[Um, isn’t that literally cheating? Or do they share one brain cell between them?]

More students make their way inside and my internal shade-throwing gets interrupted when Lily prances in, wearing an expression so fake it belongs in a museum.

Our eyes meet and I swear my mana crackles with the urge to turn that innocent schoolgirl outfit into confetti.

[Keep smiling, honey. We’ll see who’s got that energy after I’m done with you.]

But then - holy FUCK - Reina, who had stepped out to text someone, probably her boyfriend, walks in looking like gothic royalty, and suddenly my brain short-circuits.

Those Demonias could step on me any day.

I make a little heart with my fingers when she passes, and she rolls her eyes.

Then, Miyuki comes in. The girl looks me in the eyes and mouths:

"You’re going down!"

It’s my turn to roll my eyes.

[God, her titties are such a waste, being put on someone soooo bitchy.]

The room’s buzzing with nervous energy and the click of camera shutters. These reporters are eating this shit up. Probably never seen a prodigy who actually knows how to coordinate an outfit before, and they’re making the most of it. Their cameras keep swinging back to me like I’m magnetic or something.

[Hope they get my good side. JK, all my sides are good.]

I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, like they’re waiting for me to either fuck up or do something amazing. Maybe both. The whispers aren’t exactly subtle:

"Is that really her?"

"The S-Class gyaru?"

"No way she scored higher than Miyuki on the A.A.T...."

Professor Chen’s voice cuts through the chatter like a knife through butter.

"Silence! The written portion of the Arcane Symposium will now begin."

[Show time, bitches.]

I grip my lucky pink pen like it’s a weapon. My magic’s already dancing under my skin, ready to prove every single one of these stuck-up traditionalists wrong.

[Your girl’s about to make history looking like a whole snack, and there’s nothing they can do about it.]

The test papers start floating out, distributed by Professor Chen’s magic. Each one lands with this soft little ’whoosh’.

[Time to show these crusty bitches what happens when you underestimate a gyaru!]

I twirl my pen once, twice, three times. The movement catches the light like I’m about to write my name in the fucking stars.

[Let’s get this bread~]

The reporters’ cameras are still clicking away, probably living for how my modified uniform makes their boring-ass test look like a fashion show.

"You have two hours," Chen announces, her voice dryer than my dad’s texts. "Begin."

[Time to show these crusty hoes what’s up-]

My confidence lasts exactly three seconds.

That’s how long it takes to read the first question and realize I’m more fucked than that time Haruka and I got caught making out in the equipment room.

Question 1: Explain the quantum harmonics of Third-Circle runic arrays when applied to seven-layer containment wards, accounting for seasonal mana fluctuations.

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I blink.

[...]

I blink again.

[What the fuck did I just read???]

I blink at the page, wondering if maybe all those energy drinks finally fried my brain. But nope, the questions are still there, still looking impossible as hell.

[Even Professor Sato would need to hit the library for this shit...]

The sound of scratching pencils fills the air. I glance around, trying to be subtle as fuck about it. The Shimizu twins are actually writing.

[Wait, they understand this?]

Subtly, I try to see if there’s anyone else writing.

Something catches my eye.

That absolute tank Takeshi drops his eraser, and when he bends down, I spot it. His textbook’s hidden under his desk, enchanted to look like shadow.

[Oh?]

It’s like there are words scribbled into the ground. He looks at the floor, does a motion that looks a hell of a lot like flipping a page, and goes back to his test. And, sure enough, he starts writing too.

My eyes dart to the proctors. No way they missed that. It’s about as subtle as Haruka’s boobs jiggling.

But they’re just... watching. Taking notes.

Movement draws my attention to Reina. That gothic goddess is running her fingers over her crystal pendant like she’s in a jewelry commercial, but there’s this weird shimmer in the air around her...

[Hold up.]

I watch as she "adjusts" the pendant, and suddenly I can see the faintest trace of a reflection spell. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

[WAIT A SECOND...!]

Baby girl’s using it like a magical mirror to peek at other people’s papers.

[And the proctors aren’t doing SHIT about it?]

That’s when it hits me.

"YOU!" Chen aims her finger at some due with a bowl cut. "Cheater! Out!"

Some guy in the back row just got caught literally leaning to look at Takeshi’s paper. Like, he might as well have stood up and announced he was cheating.

As the guy walks out of the room, I look to the front, at Chen.

Professor Chen jots something down in her papers. Then, she looks to her right, where another student is also, in my opinion, clearly cheating, but being just the tiniest bit more subtle about it.

Chen stares and... Then she just nods and jots something on her paper, sitting back down.

Her eyes meet mine for a split second.

[Wait a fucking minute...]

The realization slams into me.

They’re not testing our knowledge.

[They’re testing how well we can CHEAT!]

I bite back the biggest grin of my life as I casually adjust my blazer, fingers brushing against my enchanted compact mirror. The one I usually use to check if my lip gloss is still serving during class.

[Oh honey, you have NO idea who you’re dealing with.]

Years of perfecting my makeup in class without getting caught have prepared me for this moment.

[Game on, sluts!]