Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 709 - 306 Fan Questionnaire About the Songstress Hexia

"Jade Skirt No. 2 Star Harbor has arrived. The Sedimentary Rock-4787 starship will dock here for one hour. Passengers who need to disembark, please do so in a timely manner, and make sure to bring your luggage and any accompanying elderly or children." The mechanical and ethereal voice echoed inside the ship, audible throughout the corridors, rooms, and dining areas.

"Eat up, we've arrived."

At a dimly-lit dining table, two fat men in suits were dining. One of them, wearing sunglasses, was biting into a plump chicken leg while occasionally scanning the projection screen on the table, which was broadcasting news about Jade Skirt. The man opposite him was even fatter, his cheeks almost sagging, and his neatly done-up collar now undone to ease his breathing. He held a slice of roast suckling pig in one hand and a large bottle of cola in the other, constantly guzzling it down.

"Hmm... know it already, old bean." He spoke somewhat unclearly, then set down his cola and waved over to the Autonomous Unit nearby.

"Another plate of roast lamb."

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The hemispherical Autonomous Unit moved in front of the fat man, displaying the ordered meal on the screen along with a countdown and cost consumption details.

"You're still eating?" The man across from him in sunglasses complained somewhat.

"Boss, if we miss out on this, once we get down to the planet, we won't have any more freebies." The fat man responded honestly.

"Fine, then give me three more grilled steaks." The man in sunglasses thought it made sense, there's no harm in eating if it's free, and thus he ordered a few more portions.

One hour later.

The two, filled with food, carrying enormous suitcases, stepped into the Star Harbor, went onto the automated moving platform, and then waited for the platform to take them and their luggage to the large hall inside the Star Harbor.

Looking at the passing travelers and pedestrians, the man in sunglasses casually remarked, "There are quite a lot of people here, that's good."

After that, the two transferred around and arrived at the bustling South First District of Jade Skirt by nightfall.

A Hover Car dropped the two men off in front of a hotel and then rose to leave.

"This hotel doesn't look half bad." The hotel in front of them had 80 floors, all enveloped in the golden projection lights of the night, extraordinarily striking.

"We're only staying for one night. We need to find an opportunity to go incognito tomorrow and then get to work." The man in sunglasses adjusted his tie and led his companion across the street to the hotel.

"Not staying a few more days, boss? Just from looking, it seems to be really comfortable here." The taller fat man caught up behind him.

"Are you paying? These places aren't cheap, you know, a night costs thousands of Federation Coins—I can't afford that." The man in sunglasses shook his head.

"Just for the first night, we need to leave a normal record, plus we have to scope out the situation, otherwise I wouldn't stay here."

"For this mission, they didn't give us much funding from over there. We save where we can, remember that."

"Yeah, I got it, boss." Afterward, the two entered the hotel's glittering front desk lobby.

Three days later, next to the streets teeming with high schools in the South First District, a shop put up a promotional sign for a campaign to promote a new song album.

"Songstress Hexia's new album release! True fans can receive free gifts~"

Some students entered the shop out of curiosity, inquiring about the promotion.

Sitting by the shop's entrance were two significantly differing in size fat men, wearing fan support t-shirts, with sealed album hologram boxes placed beside them.

"Because only true fans can receive gifts, we need to ask a few questions to confirm~" The fat man sitting behind the table with sunglasses began explaining to the customers who entered the shop.

"Alright, here are the questionnaires, please fill them out in turn." Subsequently, a sheet of paper filled with questions and boxes was placed in front of the customers.

[How many times have you seen Hexia's live performances in person?]

[Please describe the scene you witnessed and your feelings at the time.]

[What are Hexia's Talent Abilities, and as a fan, have you observed them closely?]

[Each Songstress has her unique characteristics. If you had to compare Hexia's singing to an object, what do you think her voice symbolizes?]

[Why do you like Hexia, and what do you like the most about her?]

[How important is Hexia to you, and why do you feel that way?]

With such questions handed to the students, many began to fill them out patiently, sometimes discussing amongst themselves, and the shop was intermittently filled with laughter.

After three days of conducting the promotion, the two men returned to their underground abode, started scanning each answer into the AI database.

"Is this sort of survey really useful?" The larger man looked at the mountain of papers, then at the scanner that was continuously whirring beside them.

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"Of course it's useful, I've carefully selected this method."

"The others in our line probably prefer hacking techniques to collect various remnant images and comments from the web, but that stuff is tampered with by too many people, it's not valuable anymore, and I bet the Court of Judgment has cleaned those up, they can't be trusted."

"This is South First District, close to Edith Academy's campus zone, many students here are likely fans of Hexia, and they've had many opportunities to encounter Hexia in person and see her live performances; such experiences tend to be the most genuine."

"Plus, students aren't like adults, their thoughts are not that complicated at least, and since it's an assessment for fans, what they write is mostly close to their true feelings and thoughts. Even if there are perfunctory statements, they can be quickly ruled out, because there is no need to waste effort on making them up." The man in sunglasses, leaning on the sofa, spoke with a smug air.