The shockwaves in the csgo skin market had nothing to do with Jiang Yin.
That was the job of the Investigation Department.
As a Magical Girl, just discovering it in time and reporting it directly already meant she’d fulfilled her responsibility.
In fact, before Ning Rong even made the report, the dedicated Online Public Opinion Monitoring Department had probably already detected the crisis.
Their report just served as a prompt, making the Brother Department act a bit faster.
Either way, Jiang Yin didn’t think too much about it—
She played go all night.
With the superior physical abilities and reflexes of a Magical Girl, she was basically a dimensional crusher in any competitive game.
Traditional sports could be mastered to a high level with just a bit of training, and although games required more game sense, Jiang Yin’s own skills weren’t bad—she’d just gotten worse with age before.
If she played seriously, she wouldn’t have dropped to C+ Rank.
爽到！
‘A young body really is great, even pulling an all-nighter doesn’t make you that tired.’
If she’d still had that thirty-year-old body worn down by years of overwork, forget an all-nighter—by 2am her eyelids would have been fighting each other.
‘Just feels like my stomach’s a bit uncomfortable.’
Standing up and stretching, the girl clutched her lower abdomen and frowned slightly, but didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was just aftereffects of staying up all night.
It wasn’t until she walked into the bathroom, pulled down her pants, and sat on the toilet, seeing a damp patch on her black boxer briefs, that she curiously reached out and rubbed it with her finger, staring at the deep red blood.
Jiang Yin fell silent…
‘Do you know how to use it?’
‘It’s about the same as wearing a diaper…’
Ning Rong’s face was tense as she looked at the white-haired girl on the bed, who seemed as lifeless as a corpse and about to transform into a monster at any moment, resentment maxed out.
Halfway through her sentence, she realized that Jiang Yin—a thirty-year-old single man without any relatives—probably had no experience changing baby diapers either, so she flipped the blue package in her hand over.
‘Pfft… Just put it on this way.’
‘Did you just laugh?’
Jiang Yin glared with dead fish eyes, locking onto Ning Rong’s perfectly indifferent face.
It wasn’t that she had no expression—just that her emotions were always subdued.
Even now, she met Jiang Yin’s gaze calmly after tossing her the item, as if the little laugh just now was a hallucination.
‘No.’
The red-haired onee-san answered firmly.
Then—
‘Pfft.’
‘You damn brat, you DID laugh! You definitely laughed!!’
The white-haired girl went berserk instantly, jumping out of the covers and flailing in front of Ning Rong.
Her mental state was… beautiful, and also…
Cute.
That fair, delicate, pretty face—no matter what she did, she couldn’t look ugly.
‘Pfft… Sorry.’
The gap was too much—Ning Rong just couldn’t hold it in.
‘So you admit it, huh!?’
‘No problem! Your body is very healthy!’
Si Beili was serious while working, giving the girl a full checkup with due diligence.
After confirming she was indeed a perfectly healthy girl now, she glanced at the dispirited Jiang Yin and couldn’t help but smile.
‘Do you need me to give you some Psychological Counseling?’
‘Actually, being a girl isn’t so bad—especially as a Magical Girl. You don’t even have to worry about period pain, and you can get close with other Magical Girls.’
That’s right.
With the physique of a Magical Girl, even if Jiang Yin hadn’t awakened yet, she definitely wouldn’t be troubled by period pain.
If not for playing games all night, she wouldn’t even have noticed anything different after getting used to it.
—It wasn’t unheard of for Magical Girls to bleed while fighting monsters.
So it really wasn’t a big deal.
No need to be like modern girls, who collapse on the bed and groan when their period starts, unwilling to move at all.
Jiang Yin’s overreaction in the morning was purely because it came so suddenly and she was startled.
‘You want to give me Psychological Counseling?’
The white-haired girl glanced at the pervert whose face was perfectly serious but whose eyes gleamed with wicked intent, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She rolled her eyes, then looked back at Ning Rong.
‘Can I report a colleague for sexual harassment?’
‘Of course. Go ahead.’
‘Noooo!!!’
Si Beili dropped to her knees, hugging the girl’s leg.
‘Don’t report me!! I don’t want to be transferred!! I haven’t seen Taotao’s panties or held Xiao Zi’s little hand—I don’t want to go! I…’
‘Pervert!’
Jiang Yin couldn’t help stomping on Si Beili’s face.
‘Xiao Zi is still in high school! You pervert!’
‘Ah~’
‘It’s Miss Jiang Yin’s little foot~ so small, so white, so soft.’
‘Guna!!!’
After all the commotion, the little awkwardness in Jiang Yin’s heart faded away.
She’d already been transformed for days and accepted reality.
She was prepared for the special circumstances of being a girl, so it wasn’t life-or-death—she’d just been caught off guard by the suddenness.
—She was already used to sitting down to pee; what else couldn’t she accept?
Even the little booklets she read at night had shifted from hypnosis NTR to pure love yuri, okay!?
Control tower!
Control tower!
Requesting a runway change for takeoff!
‘Do you need a Psychological Counselor?’
As the senior responsible for guiding Jiang Yin, their vacation times were basically in sync, and since Ning Rong usually had nothing else to do, she appeared just in time—grabbing an unopened pack from her room after getting Jiang Yin’s call.
Now, looking at the white-haired girl whose mood was low, she was a little worried…
Sometimes, when you haven’t experienced something yourself, it’s hard to know what to say even if you want to comfort someone.
So Ning Rong spoke carefully, afraid of triggering any emotions in Jiang Yin.
But for Jiang Yin…
‘Huh? Probably not?’
She turned around blankly, a hint of blush on her face.
‘Your face…’
Ning Rong stepped closer, her body almost touching Jiang Yin’s, and reached out to brush aside her bangs, pressing the back of her hand to the girl’s forehead.
‘No fever, I think.’
‘Um…’
At this point, it was embarrassing to admit she was just regretting not being able to take off for a few days…
How to put it—the feeling of a girl’s takeoff was completely different from a man’s.
No cooldown, and really great.
Lately, Jiang Yin had gotten a bit addicted…
But the more nervous she acted, the more suspicious it would look, especially in front of Ning Rong, who might look cold but actually had a mischievous streak.
If she let something slip, she’d get chased down for answers…
So—counterattack!
‘Ning Rong-jie.’
The girl stepped back, hands behind her, head tilted up, her eyes narrowed in a mischievous and pretty smile.
‘You’re so gentle—it’s enough to make someone fall for you, you know?’
‘After all, I’ve been single for so many years.’
Ning Rong: ‘….’