Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Cong Yu cautioned, though he himself was an oddball and probably didn't have the right to say such a thing: "The magical girl cannot stop attacking until the opponent stops first, and vice versa... Of course, 'vice versa' is just my personal opinion."

　It's best to avoid shouting threats of violence unless the other party hasn't expressed any intention to attack... unless it's something like robbing a bank.

　Among the eccentrics of the 22nd Group, or even all the groups, it would be very difficult to find someone who shouts, yells, and smashes things randomly...

　The weirdo isn't a gangster.

　Although it may not be entirely legal, there is no doubt that it is a skill-based profession that requires thinking... If a weirdo doesn't use his brain, he will just be a scoundrel for the rest of his life.

　Neither corporations nor magical girls would like such unstable factors, regardless of their potential.

　Regardless of what grievances the other party has suffered.

　I ask you eccentric folks, whose childhood was truly happy?

　Therefore, Cong Yu wouldn't have any feelings of "cherishing talent"...

　"【The silent howl of the gray wolf, the covenant of the end and the beginning, the blazing flames, burning brilliantly... its technique—】"

　As Lan Tianzhu shouted, countless azure wings unfolded with a burst of fire, and then hovered in the air.

　"The Great Flame of Rebellion"

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　[Magic Fill 21.9%]

　[Chanting]

　[Guided Manual Control Mode Enabled]

　[Concretization System, Non-directional, Confirmation Completed]

　【The Great Flame of Rebellion】

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　Before being engulfed by a dense mass of flames, the female monster's eyes barely cleared.

　"Mother……"

　"I……"

　I hate bicycles.

　"..." Then, it was instantly buried in flames.

　Chapter 227 Ancient Egyptian God of Friendship

　"Waaaaah... My daughter, she's turned into a monster. She's always been so well-behaved, she's always been like this."

　A mother cried as she spoke to the interview camera; she looked extremely sad and pitiful.

　"What kind of person is your daughter?"

　When the reporter pressed for answers, he simultaneously directed the cameraman to film the scene, eager to return to the news agency.

　"Her name is Munemasa Yoshimi. She's always been very obedient to me. This strange person is her. More than ten years ago... I... suddenly became disobedient. I... always dreamed of... a bicycle..."

　The mother, sobbing uncontrollably, wiped away her tears, but then burst into tears again: "Now she's turned into a monster again, I have no face to live!"

　It sounds like her daughter was the one who attacked the Wind Song Festival venue.

　“I originally planned for her to participate in the cycling race at the Wind Song Festival as usual, so that she could practice for the major competition later on… but she said that a friend had invited her to go out with her, and I was so angry that I said a few words to her, and that’s how it turned out.”

　"All my training was wasted."

　At this point, the mother, leaning on her cane, burst into tears: "My dream... my dream... Waaaaaah!!!"

　"..."

　"Those who sing dirges lament the distant voyage of dreams, yet they do not know that their own resolute decision is the last straw that breaks the back of the very thing to which those dreams were entrusted."

　Watching the TV report about Cong Yu, she simply commented: "The soul that drifts to the distance is not met with a lonely death, but with a sense of liberation... So it's a happy ending!"

　Cong Yu clapped her hands together, completely satisfied.

　Just like a passerby praying for blessings in the New Year, like a satisfied spectator applauding a movie, or like a kind-faced deity.

　"I think it's pretty tragic."

　Lan Tianzhu spoke calmly, then took a bite of the chocolate that Cong Yu had bitten... It was sweet, incredibly sweet.

　However, looking at such news, one can also deeply feel the profound bitterness hidden within the chocolate.

　A mother unable to participate in cycling races due to a leg injury, a daughter whose own dreams were robbed of them because others had been placed on her shoulders...

　They are all pitiful, but in the same way.

　I feel terrible...

　Both sides are pitiful... both sides are hateful.

　However, relatively speaking, we cannot expect children to be mentally mature. Therefore, even when judged from a relatively fair legal perspective...

　The caregiver was also more outrageously wrong.

　This is Azumi Nagisa's idea.

　……

　Xiao Cui's opinion was simpler. She said bluntly, "This mother doesn't deserve to be called a mother at all."

　"If someone has a mental illness, they should be sent to the hospital for electroshock therapy, but unfortunately they're still alive and well... Just die!"

　"..." Cong Yu looked at herself, then at Xiao Cui, and suddenly felt that Xiao Cui... seemed to be really crazy.

　He was born to be an oddball.

　Becoming a magical girl now falls into the category of going astray.

　"Um... Brother Cong Yu, what are you looking at? I'm just a little kid, little kids don't know any better and talk nonsense—"

　When Xiao Cui noticed that Cong Yu was staring at her, she immediately turned away shyly and snuggled into Yao Chuan Guang's arms.

　You better be.

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　"Boom...Boom..."

　Where is the train headed?

　Hmm... Before thinking about this question, the first thing to consider is where I am now, and why I can see the vast grassland outside the window.

　Africa?

　But shouldn't I... become a weirdo?

　That's how it should be, isn't it?

　"..."

　"..." Moreover, there were small cakes on the table.

　She thought to herself... but although she was a little hungry, after looking around, she didn't immediately reach for it.

　On one hand, her mother's nightmarish voice was still nagging in her ear about things like "nutritional ratios" and "muscle groups".

　On the other hand, it feels rather impolite.

　However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I was rescued... right?

　"You guessed right, Munemasa Yoshimi."

　Such a bland voice came from beside Munemasa Kimi, whose hair had strange black and red highlights.

　She turned her head sharply and saw a boy wearing a shirt that said "Weirdo" and a strange mask.

　The other person leaned back in their chair, hands on their knees, legs crossed elegantly: "The cake was for you, eat it if you want..."

　"..." Although he didn't quite understand what had happened, Zongzheng Xi

　Mei nodded, whispered thank you, and casually began to slowly eat the cake.

　Then, while eating...

　Her tears kept flowing down her cheeks, dripping onto the table with a "plop plop" sound.

　Munemasa Yoshimi dared not raise her head, sobbing softly...

　She felt a little embarrassed because she was probably the one who saved her, but she didn't know how to express her gratitude.

　They didn't even know whether they should thank the other party.

　Because...

　Munemasa Yoshimi didn't know where else she could go, or how her mother would treat her after seeing her return.

　Will he be overjoyed to see his daughter return?

　No, even if it was because of ecstasy, it wasn't because of her survival... but because of the survival of her mother's dream.

　Or perhaps she was disliked simply because she embarrassed her mother?

　Because she didn't know, she just cried.

　"What are you afraid of? Don't worry... I'm a weirdo, and you're a weirdo. Aren't we in cahoots?"

　As he said this, the boy... was undoubtedly Cong Yu.

　Cong Yu handed a tissue to Zongzheng Ximei, saying simply and clearly, "Wipe your tears, clear your mind, and stay calm."

　The voice was gentle, yet it seemed to possess a certain allure, making it hard to resist... Just listening to it made one feel a desire to obey.

　"Sobbing...coughing...hmm."

　Zongzheng Ximei sobbed softly, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with a tissue. Slowly stopping her tears, the first thing she did after raising her head was to bow to the other person: "Thank you for saving me."

　"..." Ah, what a polite child.

　"You're welcome. If you don't mind, you can finish the cake and then tell me what you want..."

　Zongzheng Ximei didn't quite understand Cong Yu's words: "What do you mean... my demands?"

　"..."

　"It's very simple. It means... Do you want to go home? Or not? Do you want to eat something? Or not? Do you want to do something? Or not?"

　Cong Yu gave a simple example, indicating that he had confirmed something. After taking off his mask, his long hair immediately fell loose, and his smile became gentle.

　"Ah... I don't know."

　Zongzheng Ximei answered blankly, her gaze fixed on Cong Yu's eyes, which were like deep darkness with twinkling stars.

　I don't know... that's normal.

　Cong Yu nodded after assessing the situation, then got up to get out of the car, saying, "Then come with me, I know a place that suits you."

　"..."

　"Want to come?"

　"Oh? Yes! Thank you."

　Chapter 228 A Glimpse Through a Tube

　The so-called "place that suits you" is actually a very vague and general concept... because it is subjective.

　Because this sentence needs to be preceded by "feels very"...

　Actually, the whole thing was basically saying, "I know, it feels like a place that would suit you perfectly," um... that's how it sounds.

　It seems that many agencies that recruit "illegal workers" say the same thing.

　Then they tricked them into going to Mianbei.

　But for Munemasa Yoshimi at this moment... the so-called "place that suits you" might just be "your place to stay".

　but……

　Before getting out of the car, Munemasa Yoshimi looked at the vast grassland outside the car window... she was still a little uneasy.

　Will they be sent to Africa to watch lions baring their teeth all day long?

　then……

　As she got off the bus with Cong Yu, she saw an alley... After a moment of stunned silence, Zongzheng Ximei looked behind her.