Yang Mo fumbled to pull out her phone, then kept tapping the screen.
“At noon… Amber, succeeded in Lan Chuan City’s XX Mall… successfully defeated the Bad Demon!”
As she typed, she also read each word aloud, one by one.
“Upload!”
Once she spoke these two words, she finally let out a long breath of relief.
Qian Ling was left speechless beside her.
“……”
After a moment of silence, she still said to Yang Mo, “Even if you don’t like looking at your phone, you still need to make your reports properly.”
“I know, but I just forgot for a moment!”
How could you even forget that…
Qian Ling really wanted to say this, but in the end, all her thoughts turned into a sigh.
After all, according to the original story, posting on the discussion board was equivalent to reporting your achievements to the “Magical Girl Support Association”—it really was an important task.
In the world of “Magical Girl Veiru,” all the benefits one could gain as a magical girl were provided by this Support Association.
The Support Association could grant a magical girl one wish.
But unlike in other similar works, this wish was limited to what could be done by “human means.”
For example, resurrecting the dead or making someone fall out of love was impossible; what could be offered instead were things like—guaranteed admission to a certain university, a huge sum of cash, or bringing a specific person to someone’s side.
Realistic wishes like these could be granted.
That was because the so-called “Support Association” was, in fact, a government institution in this world.
In addition, they would try their best to meet other reasonable requests from magical girls, and just how much could be satisfied depended on the magical girl’s achievements.
Since Yang Mo could even forget about this, it meant she probably seldom made requests to the Support Association.
Not only that, Qian Ling remembered that in the original story, she hadn’t even used her chance to make a wish…
Thinking about how they’d been getting along these days, Qian Ling felt that Yang Mo’s desire for material things really wasn’t very strong.
Just then, Yang Mo’s phone rang.
“Pop.”
It was a notification sound, like a bursting bubble.
Yang Mo immediately raised her phone and said, “Someone replied so soon?”
When she saw the actual reply, her eyes widened, and she shot up from the sofa.
“This… this is!”
Her voice trembled a bit, then she dazedly sat back down, staring excitedly at her phone’s screen.
“What happened?”
Qian Ling leaned over curiously to look.
And saw exactly the person she least wanted to see.
Under the post Yang Mo had made as Amber, there was one, and only one, reply.
A user with the ID “Youying” had left this comment:
Already saw it on the news, Amber-chan, your performance was outstanding, I’m really looking forward to you~
“Qian Ling, look, Youying said she’s really looking forward to me!”
As Yang Mo’s happiness overflowed, Qian Ling just replied flatly, “Oh.”
That was already her most restrained response.
Right now, she felt like goosebumps were crawling all over her, though as a doll, she shouldn’t have such physical reactions.
Ugh, so gross… replying this fast, it must be because she’s always lurking online. This person is definitely the type who searches for herself constantly.
Qian Ling remembered, in the original story, Magical Girl Youying’s greed was the perfect opposite of Yang Mo’s.
She was the one who, after becoming a magical girl, immediately wished for a huge sum of cash from the Support Association.
Though her material desires were satisfied, there were still other things she wanted that she hadn’t gotten.
That was the root of all her actions; she probably replied above just because she enjoyed being admired by Yang Mo.
Yang Mo could tell Qian Ling didn’t like Youying after hearing her flat reply.
She asked a sudden question:
“Qian Ling, do you dislike Youying so much because you really know a lot about magical girls?”
“Sort of. I more or less know who the magical girls are and what abilities they have. After all, we were enemies to begin with.”
Of course, Qian Ling was just making this up. Even if an enemy could find these things out, there’s no way she’d know all about the magical girls’ private personalities.
“In that case…” Yang Mo pouted, and continued to ask, “Can you give me another example? Is there anyone who’s even more of a role model among magical girls than Youying?”
“…Huh?”
Qian Ling was dumbfounded, and after a moment’s delay, she slowly said, “You’re asking a villain character like me… who’s a magical girl role model? Are you serious?”
But Yang Mo still refused to give up and kept pressing:
“Then let me put it another way. Which magical girl do you like the most?”
“That’s even weirder than before…”
At that moment, Qian Ling kind of understood why Yang Xia was always rubbing her forehead looking so troubled—suddenly, she felt like she was a step closer to understanding her.
Still, as a fan of the original, Qian Ling was actually happy to talk about this topic.
“If I really have to say…”
She closed her eyes, raised a finger, and began thinking of the most suitable person and the best way to describe her.
“My favorite would be…”
Would be…?
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her gaze landing unintentionally on Yang Mo.
Then she blinked, immediately realizing something was off.
Oh no…! I’ve discussed this with other fans too many times, so I just blurted it out instinctively…!
Qian Ling’s mind was in chaos; she hurriedly looked away.
Originally, Yang Mo was just staring at Qian Ling in confusion, but this move made her embarrassed too.
“…!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Qian Ling noticed that Yang Mo’s cheeks were turning red, the color quickly spreading to her ears.
After her slightly widened eyes calmed down, she began to lower her head, avoiding Qian Ling’s gaze. Her eyes flickered left and right, and then, as if she couldn’t keep her fingers still, she started to play with her bangs.
Did she guess the rest of that sentence?
Even though Qian Ling knew the answer very well, she couldn’t help but hope she was wrong this time.
Because she knew, her current reaction was probably the same as Yang Mo’s.
After the two of them were stuck like this for a while, Yang Mo was the first to speak.
“Qian… Qian Ling, what do you want for dinner tonight?”
She used the dinner topic card to deal with the situation.
Qian Ling simply followed her lead, “I… I don’t know. In any case, we need to use up the ingredients from before…”
Just like that, the previous topic was awkwardly brushed aside.
The two were unusually in sync in this area, instantly acting as if nothing had happened.
And so, it was time for dinner.
Dinner was, as usual, cooked by Yang Mo, with Qian Ling helping on the side.
Now that they had a phone, they could look up recipes and tips on the spot. With that, the quality of dinner had finally improved a little.
Tonight’s stir-fried dish had just the right amount of salt and didn’t get burned either.
As Qian Ling stuffed the food into her mouth, she thought, maybe the time when she could cook by herself would come sooner than she imagined.