"Everything's OK!"
"We're doing great!"
"Just wait until I make this gesture, then raise your paw and point at me. That's not hard, right?"
"Calm down, calm down. Good, very good! That expression is excellent. Come on, a bright smile, but serious..."
"Very good. We can absolutely fix this problem. This isn't your fault!"
At the police photo shoot.
There was air conditioning, drinks, a break room, and little cookies to eat. The only bad thing was that the photographer kept saying lines like the ones above, as though you were holding a knife to another witch's throat. By the end of the whole process, it felt like you were the criminal.
"I'm going to check the negatives. Please wait a moment. You can take off the panda costume now; we might be shooting a set with a sexier style next." Miss Zheng Xiu hugged her camera and spoke to Jiang Han.
"Okay." After answering, Jiang Han pointed toward the break room. "I'll wait for you in there."
Zheng Xiu gave a slight nod and headed toward the elevator with the other witches concerned about the photos—the place where the pictures were developed wasn't at the shooting range.
Unexpectedly, Hua Xinyu followed along as well. She seemed remarkably dedicated—and presumably intended to harass Jiang Han some more.
Watching the witches straggle toward the elevator and launch upward in batches, Jiang Han rubbed her head with her thick panda paws, then went back to the changing room to change into her casual dress. Though the panda costume came with its own air conditioning, it was still uncomfortable after wearing it for too long. It reminded her of her previous life, of the stage play in elementary school English class where she had played a tree. That mascot suit had been much