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

The classroom fills up like so 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 so posts about him on the Gram.

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

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

The Shimizu twins slide in next, imdiately 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 et 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 soone, probably her boyfriend, walks in looking like gothic royalty, and suddenly my brain short-circuits.

Those Demonias could step on any day.

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

Then, Miyuki cos in. The girl looks 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 soone soooo bitchy.]

The room’s buzzing with nervous energy and the click of cara 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 caras keep swinging back to like I’m magnetic or sothing.

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

I can feel everyone’s eyes on , like they’re waiting for to either fuck up or do sothing 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 ti, 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’.

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

I twirl my pen once, twice, three tis. The movent catches the light like I’m about to write my na in the fucking stars.

[Let’s get this bread~]

The reporters’ caras 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."

[Ti 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 ti Haruka and I got caught making out in the equipnt room.

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

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I blink.

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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.

Sothing 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.

Movent draws my attention to Reina. That gothic goddess is running her fingers over her crystal pendant like she’s in a jewelry comrcial, but there’s this weird shimr 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.

[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 .

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

So 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 sothing 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 sothing on her paper, sitting back down.

Her eyes et mine for a split second.

[Wait a fucking minute...]

The realization slams into .

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 for this mont.

[Ga on, sluts!]