Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　As he unleashed his magic, the rusty Seven Emperors Sword instantly became smooth and sharp, revealing its true form.

　Countless mysterious incantations immediately began to cover the enormous surface.

　This is the doctor's work... He has attached miniaturization and restoration techniques to the surface of the Seven Emperors' Sword.

　The massive sword blade rapidly shrank from the point where Cong Yu was holding it, eventually becoming... the size of a toothpick.

　Cong Yu stared with dead fish eyes at the miniature Seven Emperors Sword lying in her palm, then looked at the doctor beside her.

　The doctor responded to him with a confident expression.

　"..." Cong Yu wanted to complain, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything... After all, the doctor had perfectly fulfilled his request.

　It's even too perfect.

　"Wow...what amazing technical skill!"

　Cong Yu exclaimed sincerely, looking at the doctor with admiration: "Truly worthy of you, Your Highness, the world's number one doctor, to be able to achieve such miniaturization."

　Doctor: "Of course, I am a dignified..."

　Cong Yu: "But, how am I supposed to use it in battle after it shrinks to such a small size? Should I throw it like a flying needle?"

　Doctor: "Huh?"

　Doctor: "You asked me to engrave the shrinking procedure, not just for the sake of portability, right?"

　After exchanging bewildered glances, Cong Yu began to understand the client's feelings.

　"I'm sorry, doctor... I can't accept this."

　"No!"

　"No won't work! Send it back for a rewrite!"

　Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Girl from Simuwu

　Sometimes, girls don't quite understand what their teachers do all day long.

　First, she was rushed to pack her things, saying she needed to go back to the Magical Girl Headquarters in Central City, and then she changed her mind.

　Then the master put on a thoughtful expression and said something like, "Are you actually planning to make your move on the day of the sports meet?", "I'm going to Europe, but I should be able to get back before the sports meet," and "You stay in Fengdu and wait for the right opportunity."

　Then, they just left her here.

　The girl pondered her teacher's meaning for a moment, and then came up with a formula in her mind—

　Waiting for the right moment = Doing nothing

　So... the girl is now wearing a regular shirt and underwear, dangling her white-stockinged legs while playing a game.

　Since things have come to this, let's play a game first.

　The girl thought that the teacher must have asked her to stay in Fuuto to help her meet the monster king she had encountered before, since the teacher seemed very afraid of that monster king.

　Qili: You're right!

　The girl remembered that before the teacher left, he reminded her several times, "If that king comes to find you, you should be more respectful." He said it several times.

　The girl felt the teacher was giving meaningless instructions. Because she was a very respectful person, she didn't need to say anything more!

　beautiful:……

　At that very moment, the girl was happily playing games with her new friends.

　"Why isn't Q yet! Why not Q! Just AQ, why not Q? Why not Q this person?! Q interrupts someone else's E!"

　The girl shouted and communicated "friendly" with her teammates via voice chat.

　"There seem to be too many magical girls."

　"Speak to me! Talk to me in voice chat! Come on! Speak!!"

　This girl, who called out her teammates' IDs and had a stat line of 1 kill and 12 assists... but actually died more than 30 times, righteously shifted the blame: "We were being tower-dived by three people in lane, how am I supposed to go? Tell me! If I went, could I even protect you? Tell me, huh? I was counter-jungling, how am I supposed to go?"

　In response, the new friend with the ID "There seem to be too many magical girls" didn't say much, and just quietly continued playing the game.

　However, Qili, far away in Europe, felt a pang of fear... as if she had just walked through the gates of hell in that instant.

　A chill ran down her neck, making her heart skip a beat... But it was probably just the wind?

　Qili thought to herself.

　"..."

　Wow, we won!

　The girl spoke excitedly, looking at the game she had ultimately won, her tone softening: "There were probably too many magical girls! You're amazing! You managed to turn the game around?"

　"..."

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: Yes, we barely won, but managed to snatch the points back at the last minute.]

　Looking at the words the other person typed in the chat box, the girl asked in confusion via voice message: "Why don't you turn on voice? It's hard to communicate like this."

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: because I've had a speech impediment since I was little, and I can't speak.]

　"Oh? I'm sorry."

　The girl immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over her: "I didn't know it was like this."

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: It's okay, I forgive you, because I was just joking.]

　Girl: "?!"

　What a... what a nasty guy.

　Apologize to those who actually have disabilities!

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: But there's no need to use mics, maybe we'll have a chance to meet them offline.]

　"what?"

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: If you really are a disciple of Magical Girl Sora☆Kirei, you should know that Fuuto High School's sports meet is coming up soon.]

　"Thursday and Friday, right? I know... I really am Teacher Qili's apprentice. If you don't believe me, we can add Linx!"

　To avoid being disbelieving, the girl confidently said, "I can send you my treasured photos of Teacher Qili!"

　Cong Yu: Does your teacher know about this?!

　[There seem to be too many magical girls: No... I think it's unnecessary. Would your teacher be willing?]

　"I'm not sure, but wearing those weird clothes is for others to see... or it could just be a sign of mental illness."

　After thinking for a moment, the girl concluded, "But the fact that you said that means you're a student at Fuuto High School, right?"

　"If that's the case, as a netizen, I can tell you... it's best not to go to school during the two days of the sports meet."

　"..." Although she was very curious about the other person's words about "wearing those strange clothes," Cong Yu decided to focus on what the other person said next.

　That was undoubtedly a well-intentioned reminder...

　From the very beginning, Cong Yu hoped to obtain a relatively casual channel for information through this magical girl's apprentice.

　In retrospect, this channel is much more effective than I imagined.

　Flipping through her phone, Cong Yu couldn't help but chuckle, asking, "Why? Could it be that some weirdo attacked us that day?"

　As Cong Yu raised her question, the other party responded through the phone's microphone: "This violates the regulations, so I can't say."

　"So you're suggesting I not go to school... that must also be against the rules, right?"

　"Is...is that so?"

　Okay, I don't know much about it either.

　This is a lie, and Cong Yu knows very well that... the moment the other party said that she was actually a magical girl, she had already violated the rules.

　Aside from verifying their magical girl account, magical girls should not reveal any further information about their identity or affiliations.

　This level of violation would likely incur a fine of around 500 yuan.

　As an oddball, how could I possibly have a clearer understanding of the relevant terms than a genuine magical girl like her? Is there something amiss?

　With this in mind, Cong Yu replied sincerely on her phone: "Anyway, thank you for telling me this. I'll definitely beat you up if I get the chance."

　Beaten up? Is that a typo?

　"You mean to repay me, right? Ah! My shoes!"

　The girl responded by kicking her hotel slippers off her dangling feet, then jumped off the bed, her white stockinged feet stomping on the floor.

　She ran over, put her slippers back on, and then ran back, saying in voice chat, "Anyway, are you still playing later? Keep climbing the ranks!"

　And about this...

　Sure, but let me make this clear upfront.

　From the other side, words were slowly being typed out, but strangely... even though they were just ordinary words, they seemed to have a sense of oppression.

　If you continue to be foul-mouthed and stubborn, interfering with my gameplay...

　I'll shove your head down the toilet.

　"..."

　"Hey... I got it!!"

　Chapter 79 Reverse Knee Pillow

　Lantianzhu dreaming

　The.

　It was a really terrible nightmare...

　Lan Tianzhu is not afraid of nightmares that have not yet occurred... even if all the familiar people in the dream die tragically.

　Tonight's dream was a replay of what she had experienced in the past.

　What is the situation?

　A dark alley, some drunken remnants, and... a homeless blue-haired girl.

　Fortunately...

　In the real-life scene, when the blue-haired girl with her eyes closed opened them again, she could see the soaring red lotus flames.

　The crimson flames burned away all the gloom and evil.

　But in the dream, things took a different turn...

　Because the figure that saved her... was devoured by the "serpent" that could swallow the world, right before everyone's eyes.

　"..."

　"Huh...ha..."

　Taking a deep breath, Lan Tianzhu suddenly woke up from the bed, her azure eyes shining brightly in the night under the influence of magic.

　Lan Tianzhu was soaked in sweat from head to toe.

　It wasn't sweat from being covered up because of the heat... although the temperature has been moving towards a normal "early summer" level these past few days.

　But these are cold sweats.

　It was a cold sweat that came from fear, despair, and a sense of powerlessness, as if she had sunk into an abyss.

　"call……"

　After a long while, Lan Tianzhu's breathing calmed down. She hesitated and looked at the time... 1:13 AM.

　It seems I had only been asleep for a short while when I was disturbed by a nightmare.

　My whole body feels sticky and uncomfortable; I don't think I can sleep any longer... I think I need to take another shower.

　With this in mind, Lan Tianzhu left his room.

　Then, I saw Cong Yu sitting in front of the sofa fiddling with her computer.

　"Ok?"

　Hearing the noise, Cong Yu turned her head to look at Lan Tianzhu, instinctively wanting to remind her to be more restrained.

　However, I immediately noticed her pale face.

　"Did you have a nightmare?"