Even Feng Ling couldn’t help but want to condemn her for “damaging the image of a magical girl” and couldn’t help but call for the Magic Girl Association’s Discipline Commissioner, Lian Ge.
Feng Ling, of course, wasn’t going to join in on the borderline content.
She had neither the will nor the figure to pull it off.
Differentiation was worth considering—maybe stagger her schedule with Chiyun’s and focus on a late-night healing vibe.
But the problem was that just running away from such blatant unfair competition felt too cowardly.
“I really need Lian Ge to keep you in check.”
Normally, even setting up a stall and charging a fee would get Feng Ling scolded by Lian Ge.
Now Chiyun was doing borderline content as a magical girl, raising the severity by several orders of magnitude.
There’s no way that would go unpunished, right?
Feng Ling picked up her phone, crossed her legs on the bed, and eagerly called Lian Ge.
On the other end came Lian Ge’s voice, still before her transformation.
“What’s wrong? Calling me this late—did something happen?”
Feng Ling quickly switched her voice to a pitiful tone.
“Lian Ge, take a look at her!”
Ending the call, she sent over several screenshots she’d taken from Chiyun’s livestream—all extremely revealing images.
After sending them, she followed up with a voice message dripping with pretended innocence.
“I was curious earlier and wanted to see how my senior did her livestream, learn some experience. But the moment I clicked in, I saw Senior Chiyun doing something like this…”
“I feel like this isn’t really appropriate, right? After all, we’re magical girls—we should set a good example for everyone. But I didn’t dare say anything since she’s my senior, so I thought I’d ask our captain for your opinion first…”
“Do I… have to imitate Senior Chiyun to win people over?”
Even Feng Ling couldn’t stand herself after finishing those lines, but more than embarrassment, she felt schadenfreude.
Lian Ge, true to form, didn’t play favorites.
Even toward her own senior, she was indignant.
Instead of typing, she sent a voice message directly.
“Is this Senior Chiyun?”
“Yes, it says so in the stream title. No one would impersonate a magical girl, right?”
“This—this is completely unacceptable! As a magical girl, how can she do… do something like this in public? Feng Ling, don’t you dare imitate her. I’ll report this to the Association tomorrow.”
“Mm-hmm, I’ll listen to the captain.”
Feng Ling replied obediently, but inside she was cheering for Lian Ge.
‘Good, that’s the spirit. Go charge into the Association tomorrow and shut down Chiyun’s stream, and my market share will come back.’
After a few more words, they hung up.
Feng Ling placed her phone on the nightstand and finally felt at ease enough to fall asleep.
The next morning, sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains that hadn’t been fully drawn, spreading across Feng Ling’s face.
She rolled over groggily, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand, then slowly opened them and got out of bed.
The new place was way more comfortable than that cramped rental room.
The warm sunshine poured in, making her whole body feel cozy.
Feng Ling sat on the edge of the bed to collect herself, then scrolled through videos on her phone, legs dangling and swinging as she waited for the day’s work.
Lian Ge was clearing the obstacles from her competition, but she had to put in effort too—she needed to expand her livestream audience.
Maybe after she finished dealing with demon beasts, she’d shout, “Follow Feng Ling, meow! Thank you for following Feng Ling, meow!”
Feng Ling waited for the Magic Girl Association to assign her a task, but what came was the same notice as yesterday: be on standby at all times.
“It’s been this peaceful lately?”
She thought back.
Other than dealing with sudden demon beasts, she hadn’t taken on any tasks in a long time.
She’d just been so busy with blind dates that she hadn’t noticed.
A magical girl’s work went far beyond just handling surprise demon beast attacks.
There were tons of trivial daily chores to manage.
For example, abnormal items containing magic power needed containment, non-threatening demon beasts on the loose needed to be captured, and the government would regularly organize magical girls to go into communities for public magic awareness campaigns, teaching elderly folks how to properly escape when encountering a demon beast.
It was practically nonstop year-round.
Under normal circumstances, the Association evenly distributed these tasks among magical girls.
If they only asked for patrols or standby, that meant there was nothing left to handle.
Feng Ling wanted to see what was going on.
She opened the Association’s internal app and clicked on the task log.
She found that today’s patrol and recovery tasks were all marked with an “Accepted” tag.
She looked closer and saw that all these tasks were handled by the same person—a name she was now familiar with: Magical Girl Chiyun.
“That diligent?”
After an instinctive moment of admiration, Feng Ling quickly turned to suspicion.
‘Stealing exposure, huh?’
Honestly, she was probably the only one in the whole Association who would interpret Chiyun’s actions that maliciously.
In the eyes of other magical girls, Chiyun was probably a passionate senior who took all the dirty, exhausting work upon herself.
After all, besides herself and Chiyun, Feng Ling had never seen a third magical girl use various commercial methods to monetize traffic.
Most magical girls were like Lian Ge—idealistic girls tricked into this path by Qia Bi.
Someone like Chiyun, who treated being a magical girl as a personal brand to run, was a rare breed.
That actually gave her an opening.
Realizing this, Feng Ling couldn’t sit still.
The thought of Chiyun showing her face offline and then perfectly cashing in with product sales made Feng Ling’s whole body itch.
A plan quickly formed in her mind.
‘Fine. If she wants to compete, I’ll compete too. You snapped up today’s tasks? Then I’ll pre-book tomorrow’s.’
Without overthinking, Feng Ling made a call.
On the other end came a lazy female voice—an administrative staffer from the Magic Girl Association.
“Hello, this is the local office of the Magic Girl Association. How can I help you?”
“I’m Magical Girl Feng Ling. I’d like to reserve a commission for tomorrow.”
“You? Feng Ling? Reserve a task?”
The person who answered was quite familiar with Feng Ling.
This girl, who never lifts a finger unless there’s profit, was actually volunteering for unpaid tasks? She could have sworn the sun was rising from the west.
“Yes, yes. I’m really eager to improve. Send me whatever tasks haven’t been assigned yet for tomorrow.”
“Alright, fine. I’ll put tomorrow’s awareness campaign and magic item recovery under your name. You sure? No backing out, or there’ll be a fine.”
“Of course, of course. Thank you so much.”
‘Watch me outwork you to death.’
Feng Ling smiled wickedly.