Student Union Invitation

“Are Tianqi Academy’s female uniforms really this shameless?!” Selina exclaimed, staring at the pleated miniskirt laid out on the bed, barely long enough to cover her thighs.

Her lips twitched in disbelief.

“This is the style of Tianqi’s uniforms, symbolizing openness and inclusivity.

The top is a white blouse with a blazer, and the bottom is a pleated miniskirt.

Is Your Highness uncomfortable with it?” Ceris asked, arranging the clothes.

To Ceris, the outfit was perfectly normal, though she noted Selina’s preference for conservative, flowing princess dresses over short skirts. “It’s too revealing! And isn’t it too breezy with the thighs exposed?” Selina groaned, rubbing her forehead.

Having lived as a princess for five years, she was no stranger to dresses—Karina had subtly shaped her feminine habits.

Her wardrobe brimmed with elegant gowns, but short skirts like this were rare.

The thought of baring so much skin in public, especially if her former apprentice Lydia saw her like this, made her head throb.

The recent encounter with Lydia had only heightened her anxiety about exposing her new identity.

“If Your Highness is uneasy about showing too much skin, you could pair it with thigh-high stockings to keep warm,” Ceris suggested. As a natural elf, Selina’s body was resilient to cold, but Ceris knew her concerns weren’t about temperature.

Stockings? Selina pictured herself in the miniskirt and thigh-highs, her cheeks flushing.

That’s even worse! The classic anime-inspired combo, with a sliver of thigh between skirt and stockings, was a recipe for attention—exactly what she wanted to avoid.

The idea of this becoming a “black history” moment with Lydia made her cringe harder.

“Forget it, I’ll deal with it,” Selina muttered, shaking off her chaotic thoughts.

Two days had passed since the exam.

The list of admitted students was posted on the academy’s bulletin board, with Selina’s alias in second place.

Leia, unsurprisingly, claimed first with an astonishing 100,000 points—double Selina’s score—leaving others gasping at her dominance.

Slipping into the uniform, Selina zipped up the skirt and pulled on white thigh-high stockings.

She noticed Ceris had donned a similar uniform, though a size larger, with black stockings and her green hair tied neatly.

“Ceris, you look like a proper senior in that,” Selina teased, chuckling. “Take off the maid outfit, and you’ve got that mature, elegant vibe.”

Ceris, as an adult elf, exuded a refined beauty honed by years in the palace.

Her professional demeanor made her a standout. Selina mused that, if Ceris were open to it, she’d likely be the first to find a partner at the academy—elves were, after all, the dream companions of many humans.

“Don’t flatter me, Your Highness. I’m merely a leaf to your flower,” Ceris said humbly.

“Enough modesty,” Selina laughed. “I just hope we get assigned to the same dorm.” Hiding her identity meant no special treatment, unlike Felicia, who shared a room with her maid, Velanse, thanks to her student council status.

“Speaking of, today’s enrollment day and the awards ceremony for new students, right?” Selina mused, recalling the bulletin board. “Top ten get rewards—material and privileges. I heard there’s even mentorship from a senior for a time.”

“Let’s skip that topic,” Selina said, scratching her head. “Oh, and we need to avoid Felicia and Velanse as much as possible. No contact if we can help it.”

“Understood,” Ceris replied.

“President, here’s the list of new students and their rankings. Per student council tradition, please personally invite them to the new student mixer,” the organization department head said respectfully, placing a stack of papers before the golden-haired girl.

“The list is out already?” Felicia said, surprised.

She’d been preoccupied investigating elven s*ave trafficking, neglecting the recruitment process.

Taking the papers, her eyes scanned the names—and froze. Her hand trembled.

“No way… I’m not mistaken, am I?” she whispered, spotting a familiar name.

Rubbing her eyes, she confirmed it—Selina, second place. “So her name’s Selina… so similar…”

Felicia exhaled slowly, rubbing her temples. “I’m too tired, seeing things…”

“Alice, invite all new students to the mixer. The organization department should extend personal invitations to the top fifty to join the student council. As for the top two, I’ll meet them myself,” she instructed, her voice steady but her mind elsewhere.