In a room padded with thick cushions and blankets.
Jiang Han raised her Cat Cup of sparkling water and clinked glasses with her sisters.
"You actually made it into the elimination rounds, in a competition like this."
Du Ningzhuang sighed with blunt, straightforward sincerity.
Jiang Han immediately pinched her cheek.
"You make it sound like it's some huge surprise."
"It really is."
Tang Wen also gave Zhuangbao a pinch, smiling as she switched on the television.
Meanwhile, Chu Yujun, seated beside her, was playing with a white, soft, almost glowing plush Cat Lamp.
It was a Contract Cat Lamp. It could help witches swear oaths and remind them not to break those oaths. Many witches kept two of these Cat Lamps; if raised well, they could even serve as alarm clocks to wake their witches.
Ever since Chu Yujun had gotten this Contract Cat Lamp, she had been acting rather strangely.
Jiang Han did not look into it.
Or rather, she had already grown used to the way witches got along. Much of the time, when witches stayed together, they were not [socializing], but enjoying something more like [the relaxing feeling of being somewhere neither too crowded nor too empty]. Everyone simply gathered together and did their own thing, without making things awkward. That was all.
"Sisters."
Tang Wen sat calmly on the sofa, her slightly springy curls seeming to be a recent development.
She wore a memorable yellow bathrobe, like a little yellow duck, though she was not wearing a duck-bill sleeping cap. She kept waving the book in her hand as she asked:
"Sisters, is anyone familiar with Cat Lamp studies?"
Cat Lamp studies?
Jiang Han had to admit that hearing those words made her a little worried, and her cat tail swayed along with it.
But she