The absurdity of witch talent shows was terrifying, but every now and then, a cat lamp would run into a lightning mouse—by sheer coincidence!
Since Jiang Han had never specifically looked into past news, every prediction Angelite mentioned was news to her:
"When Lin Zhaojun entered the talent show, the template they gave her was the English witch Helen. And Helen's greatest achievement to date is basically, 'Wait, she was once Lin Zhaojun's talent-show template?' As for Lin Zhaojun, there's no need to waste words on her. Witch top 1—even after losing the Eileen Cup, her baseline remained first place. But interestingly, after Ji Haijun won the Eileen Cup, her points only brought her up to top 13. Still, that was Ji Haijun's best result since 1990."
Olivia lamped meow-aoed back and forth, puffing up a little more.
"I want to as well, meow-ao."
Angelite looked over with a puzzled expression.
"You want what too?"
"Cat lamps want talent shows too!" Olivia Lamp swished her great tail, her whole body shaking violently!
Wah, Longsleep Cat Lamps were way too much bigger than ordinary cat lamps! Jiang Han had to reinforce her physical strength with magic power just to keep herself from letting go of the cat lamp.
Of course, while holding on, Jiang Han also happily leaned in and sniffed Olivia Lamp. This cat lamp carried a comforting scent like lemon tea, and she was warm and toasty too—she felt like she could be steeped into tea and drunk!
Angelite actually thought it over with a contemplative expression, then shook her head.
"No, that won't work, Cat Olivia."
She gave a perfectly reasonable explanation:
"There are already enough clubs in witch talent shows. If it were changed to cat lamps, witches all over the world would find every possible way