Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

Lin Chun, with a stern face, urged him coldly.

In an instant, all the pressure fell on Rose.

"Woo..."

Her hands clutched the hem of her skirt somewhat awkwardly, the white fishnet stockings rustling against each other.

If it were only in front of Lin Chun, there would definitely be no problem.

The key point is that the golden chrysanthemum is also here.

Even if they were teammates who fought side by side, they didn't know each other's true identities.

Now that they've entered the "brainwashing department," the idea of ​​undoing the transformation feels a bit off.

But the master's orders must be obeyed.

Even with all the reluctance in her heart, in the end, her whole body was enveloped in a pure white magical light.

The transformation is deactivated, revealing a pure Japanese girl with a height of 1.58 meters—Mizushiro Rinko.

Wearing an old JK uniform from Chengkong Academy, she stood there somewhat shyly and timidly, her head slightly lowered, unable to utter a single word.

That alone left the magical golden chrysanthemum speechless.

"how come……"

Jinju never imagined that the true form of the rose was such a well-behaved girl.

I always thought her true form was an ugly woman who deserved to be beaten up.

Looking back now, I realize that I was not only wrong, but extremely wrong.

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her, she even thought of a snow-white little rabbit, the kind that has no fighting power at all.

The hostility in my heart instantly decreased by eighty percent.

Just then, Lin Chun gave himself the exact same order.

"Jinju, you should also deactivate your transformation."

"But……"

"Rose has already obeyed and done as instructed, are you still going to hide it from me?!"

"Feel sorry……"

Faced with Lin Chun's stern questioning, Jin Ju had no way to refute it.

I don't know what the point of doing this is...

But he still took a deep breath, and his whole body radiated a dazzling golden light.

When the light faded, the true form of the beautiful idol, Sakura Hatano, was revealed.

Before I could even open my eyes, I heard the cute Japanese girl right in front of me let out a high-pitched scream like a groundhog.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

137. I recommended the PhD!

"Meow meow meow?"

Having just reverted to her transformed state, Sakurada Hatano looked completely bewildered and tilted her head to the side.

Her unintentional cuteness only enhanced her fame.

Rinko Mizushiro stood directly opposite, too shocked to speak.

Half a day later, she finally managed to turn her head and grab Lin Chun's collar with both hands, like a baby learning to speak.

"Aba aba aba aba?!"

"Yes, you read that right."

Lin Chun immediately guessed what she wanted to ask and nodded without hesitation.

Then, he came up behind Sakura Hatano, reached out and placed his hands on her delicate shoulders.

As if displaying a stunning work of art, he allowed Rinko Mizushiro's ecstatic gaze to examine him from head to toe.

"The true identity of the Magical Golden Chrysanthemum is none other than the popular idol girl, Sakura Hatano herself."

"This—this is amazing!!!"

After half a minute, Rinko Mizushiro regained her basic ability to speak.

He rushed forward and shook hands with his idol.

"Ms. Hatano! I...I'm your biggest fan! I love every single one of your songs!"

"Oh... thank you for your support?"

Sakurada Hatano looked even more bewildered.

At this moment, she responded to Rinko Mizushiro's fervor entirely through the muscle memory of a teenage idol.

—That's really strange!

Just three minutes ago, the two were bitter enemies, even fighting each other, but now they are getting along so well.

The chaotic scene turned into an idol handshake event.

However, this alone was not enough to achieve the effect Lin Chun desired.

He let out a long sigh, feigning guilt.

"Rinko, do you remember the last time we raided Ms. Hatano's concert?"

“We went too far, which started to corrupt her mind and created very negative public opinion.”

"Now that Ms. Hatano's idol career is over, she can only join our villainous organization as Kinkiku."

As Lin Chun's words fell to the ground—

Rinko Mizushiro was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, as if punched straight to the abdomen, his whole body trembled violently, and he staggered back three steps.

His terrified face was noticeably pale.

Hot sweat poured out of his skin all over his body as if it were free, flowing down in streams.

"You mean... because of us, Ms. Hatano can no longer be an idol?!"

Unfortunately, that's the case.

"Ugh, I'm so damn damned! I'm so damn damned!!!"

An emotionally charged Japanese fangirl reached out her hands, pressed them against her heart which was about to stop, and knelt down.

He was panting heavily, quite dramatically.

Large beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, flowing down her neck and into the neckline of her JK uniform.

Her eyes also turned red and filled with tears.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a heart attack; it looked really scary.

"Ehhhhh???"

Sakurada Hatano herself was completely dumbfounded.

Most of the former die-hard fans have become haters.

Fans like Rinko Mizushiro, who truly love their idols, are one in a thousand.

— Lin Chun seized on this point and continued to exert his efforts.

“If I don’t take in Ms. Hatano, then she will have no choice but to enter the entertainment industry of the underworld, which is to say, to go into the adult entertainment industry.”

"Please, please, please don't do that!!!"

Rinko Mizushiro shouted it out loud.

Just imagining seeing a film starring Hatano in a DVD viewing room makes her feel terrible.

"So, on behalf of the villainous organization, I took her in."

As soon as Lin Chun finished speaking, he couldn't wait to bring the tip of his nose close to the pale neck of this washed-up idol.

He took a deep breath, very greedily.

Unlike the transformed magical chrysanthemum, Sakurada Hatano is not perfect.

The skin, soaked with sweat, was damp and hot, with a sweet taste mixed with a hint of sourness.

But it is precisely because of this that it seems so real.

He took a deep breath, then looked up at Rinko Mizushiro, who was crying with guilt.

"Sigh, I didn't want to tell you these things, but you've always had a problem with her, so I really had no choice..."

"No, stop talking!"

Rinko Mizushiro lowered her head deeply.