Chapter 9: Magical Girl? Mine girl!

I can’t let go.

I just can’t.

Did this woman have this much strength when she was fighting the pigeon monster earlier?!

Fang Wei’s hands were gripped tightly by Qi Qiancao, forced to press down on the girl’s pale neck.

Clearly, the initiative should have been his, but his hands felt as if they were welded to the pillar, unable to move at all.

Qi Qiancao flicked her lilac tongue, her expression so vivid that Fang Wei began to wonder if he’d transmigrated into a doujin world.

Where’s the promised little spirit beast?

Where’s the princess?

Does your Knights Club know you’re this perverted?

Even as a reborn Chief Cadre, Fang Wei was thoroughly frightened by Qi Qiancao, his last bit of beautiful fantasy about magical girls utterly shattered.

While the two were locked in stalemate, he accidentally noticed numerous faded scars on Qi Qiancao’s wrist.

These weren’t decorative knife marks painted with dye; only the wounds of someone who’d truly attempted suicide would have such a color.

Magical girl?

Minefield Girl!

He really wanted to run for his life right now.

His instincts screamed that Qi Qiancao was far more dangerous than Xia Yuanhua.

He had truly stepped into a minefield.

But at this point, escaping was nearly impossible.

The dazed Qi Qiancao seemed unsatisfied with just the thrill of suffocation; she loosened her grip slightly so her throat could produce sound.

She gagged violently twice, her pink pupils glazed as she stared straight at Fang Wei.

“Chief Cadre, did you come for me? Appearing suddenly when I was in trouble…like an angel saving me…”

Damn it, her mental state scared him so much he forgot his lines.

Fang Wei swore he would never utter any chuunibyou lines in his life again.

A moment’s chuunibyou led to a lifetime of social death.

“I…you…aren’t you—”

Taking advantage of Qi Qiancao’s speech, Fang Wei hurriedly broke free and shot backwards like an arrow.

What more was there to say—healing? Hypnosis?

Survival came first!

He dove in front of the pigeon monster and, without hesitation, poured all the magic he’d absorbed from the familiar back into its body.

Bathed in the nourishment of familiar magic, the wounds on the pigeon monster visibly healed, and in moments, it regained consciousness and lunged at Qi Qiancao on instinct.

Half an hour ago, Fang Wei would have warned the pigeon monster to be careful not to crush the magical girl.

Now, he could only say, good luck, brother!

With Pigeon Bro buying time, he kicked into overdrive to flee the battlefield, not forgetting to toss out a classic villain one-liner.

“Magical girl, next time we meet, I won’t let you off so easily!”

After delivering his trash talk, he looked back.

Chills ran down his spine!

Pigeon Bro charged with a roar, but before it could get close, the girl’s pure white lace glove waved, and it was crushed into petals of sakura, vanishing into nothingness.

He had hoped for a cosmic battle between magical girl and pigeon bro, perhaps even annihilating the Dao itself, but it ended in an instant.

She didn’t even bother to absorb the magic.

He was terrified that the seemingly weak Qi Qiancao would shout “” and erase him with a slap, so he accelerated and vanished without a trace.

Luckily, Qi Qiancao showed no intention of pursuit.

Deprived of support, the girl collapsed onto the ground, her legs giving out.

Her pristine skirt blossomed like pear flowers, untouched by a speck of dust.

She gently stroked her thigh beneath the skirt, sweat beading on her forehead, her baby-soft face flushed, her breathing faint and trembling.

Her sakura-hued pupils reflected the silhouette fading into the distance, narrowing in lingering satisfaction.

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[Lao Chen, what kind of monsters have you brought me this time?]

The message was followed by a barrage of sweating soybean emojis.

Si Chen was equally innocent, replying with a massive question mark.

After listening to Fang Wei recount the trench encounter, his emoji was subway, old man, cell phone.

[She hasn’t been a magical girl for long, and we haven’t collected all the data yet. How was I supposed to know she was so crazy?]

Xia Yuanhua became a magical girl at thirteen—ten years ago—so everything that could be investigated had been investigated.

That’s why Fang Wei could obtain her entry and level from the start.

But with Qi Qiancao, the organization’s investigation had gone completely off track.

The so-called weakest magical girl?

Her hacks practically slapped him in the face!

Xia Yuanhua, the dangerous, battle-specialized magical girl?

She was just a mere mortal born in an era without Qi Qiancao.

Compared to this Lv5, cheat-using, AI Minefield Girl at the starting line, Fang Wei’s [Hypnosis App] seemed utterly ordinary.

[High risk, high reward, after all. Since your identity hasn’t been exposed, just don’t provoke her. I’ll do more research to figure out what’s going on.]

Si Chen was at least somewhat conscientious—he didn’t really make him swap one-for-one with the Minefield Girl.

Not that he needed to say it; Fang Wei wouldn’t dare approach that one even if beaten to death.

At most, he’d continue observing the factors influencing her corruption value.

Touching was absolutely out of the question.

He massaged his temples.

On the other side, Xia Yuanhua sent him several messages, feigning ignorance as she asked which school he was at.

He answered truthfully, and she pretended to be familiar with the school—never once mentioning that she was a teacher there.

Although chatting with Xia Yuanhua still required caution, the big sister’s mental state was clearly much improved.

Fang Wei pondered: if things didn’t work out, he could give up on Qi Qiancao and continue pursuing Xia Yuanhua.

Just as Si Chen suggested, since his identity hadn’t been exposed.

Even so, he still blended into the computer department for the last two classes the next day.

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As if yesterday’s farce had never happened, Qi Qiancao was still the little spirit beast adored by all, wearing those ridiculously heavy black-rimmed glasses, dressed like a delicate porcelain doll, her petite nose sparkling in the sunlight.

How could such a cute girl be a hidden Minefield Girl?

If her group of fanboy classmates found out, he couldn’t imagine the looks on their faces.

“Bro, you haven’t left yet?”

The male student hadn’t expected Fang Wei to be so persistent.

But what’s the point of peeping from afar?

Why not join the others and offer tribute?

Fang Wei replied perfunctorily, “Gazing at the School Belle is good for the eyes and promotes longevity.”

“Then you should join those guys over there.”

The boy pointed at a few fans crowded at the outskirts.

They were holding their phones, chatting with the so-called Knights Club President, Wang Huan.

“What’s that about?”

“Some are from the next class, some from other departments— all fantasizing about joining the fan club, thinking proximity means opportunity. These little turtles, even if you join the club, it’s not your turn.”

Fang Wei couldn’t help but raise his opinion of this random bro.

He was right.

That Knights Club President was a genius.

To prevent anyone from getting ahead, he simply pulled all the guys into the club.

Not only were they his subordinates, but club rules also forbade dating.

Pitiful Chu Boys, played in the palm of his hand.

Truly, the double-faced turtle among sheep, the black little tiger among Toms, Supreme Lord of the Turtle Dao.

Just keep simping.

Raising sons poorly produces a horde of turtle boys willing to sacrifice everything for their fantasies—if turtle monsters weren’t born in this world, it would be against the laws of nature.

Fang Wei was purely there for entertainment.

But as he watched, he realized some people wanted to turn him into a joke.

Wang Huan and a few newly inducted Knights Club members walked toward him.

The random bro patted him on the shoulder.

“Here we go again. You’re not from our class. If you don’t join the club, expect to be shunned.”

With that, the bro tactfully slipped away.

Fang Wei, of course, had no chance to escape.

He was surrounded by the turtle gang.

Wang Huan pulled out his phone; the screen displayed a Group Chat QR code.

Before he could explain, Fang Wei cut in:

“President, are there any activities or rewards for joining the club, like opportunities to interact with Qi Qiancao?”

Fang Wei was an expert at playing the innocent, which was how he’d deceived Xia Yuanhua.

Seeing him so cooperative, Wang Huan began to spin a tale.

“Of course there are. Our class occasionally holds get-togethers, you can help buy snacks for the group, and the Knights Club has Xiaocao merchandise too.”

Let him translate: group get-togethers have nothing to do with you, you pay for the snacks, and the merchandise is another way to fleece you.

This president was a seasoned capitalist warrior.

Fang Wei didn’t mind.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll never lose a hundred battles.

He scanned the code and joined the Group Chat.

The group name was [☞Little Spirit Beast☆Knights Club☜], with over 2,800 members.

The hierarchy was strict; buying merchandise required level 30 and above.

“Is Qi Qiancao in this group?”

“Xiaocao only needs to live happily. The Knights Club cannot disturb her.”

Alright, you guys are even more turtle than I thought.