Starting with "The Demonic Cultivation," I had no choice but to pretend to be a magical gi

After a quick tidy-up, Lin Zhixia set off and soon arrived at the Iris Sports Center.

Even though I've seen it on TV many times, I still feel a strange sense of tension when I'm actually there.

It's too crowded.

The square was packed with people, colorful support flags fluttered wildly in the wind, and the air was thick with noise. Girls in all sorts of dresses and makeup chattered incessantly, clearly having signed up for the auditions.

Lin Zhixia pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt, trying to wrap herself up as tightly as possible.

She is very nervous now, and quite anxious.

Just as the girl was looking down and preparing to squeeze through the entrance to the preliminary selection channel, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd ahead, with some people complaining about who stepped on whose shoes.

Lin Zhixia subconsciously looked up, and her gaze met a figure that was cutting in from the side.

He was a clean-looking boy, about my age, carrying a black shoulder bag, and seemed a bit out of place among his surroundings.

The moment their eyes met, Lin Zhixia suddenly felt a little dazed.

This person looks familiar? Have I seen them somewhere before?

Lin Zhixia pondered for a moment, somewhat unable to understand.

It's not that he looks familiar, but his aura is inexplicably familiar, as if I've seen him in someone before.

Who is it?

The boy slightly stepped aside to make room for her, then merged back into the crowd and walked through another passage marked with staff.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Lin Zhixia shook her head, banishing this inexplicable association from her mind.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and entered the Iris Stadium.

……

"call."

At the same time, Gu Yun also breathed a sigh of relief.

"We arrived safely without any unexpected problems."

He slept well yesterday and was full of energy. He saw Lin Zhixia on the road, but felt there was no need to go up and say hello. Anyway, that girl would never recognize him, so he just walked away.

"The tide rises over the Qiantang River, and only today do I realize who I am. From this moment on, I am no longer who I used to be."

Gu Yun muttered strange words.

Nightingale, on the other hand, was being sarcastic and unsettling in her mind.

"The whole place smells like young girls, doesn't that make you happy?"

Gu Yun ignored her and glanced around.

The waiting area for agent interviews was slightly quieter than the outside, but that was about it.

Looking around the several-hundred-square-meter hall, most of the people were mature women dressed in business attire and wearing light makeup. Some were touching up their makeup, others were busy processing data, and some had even started chatting in small groups.

If you didn't know better, you'd think this was the audition for magical girl contestants.

Amidst a sea of ​​beautiful women, the few men stand out conspicuously.

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes, so Gu Yun, who was wearing casual clothes, didn't stand out from the crowd.

After all, there are cosplayers, so it's just a drop in the ocean.

Unfortunately, the exceptionally good modeling conditions attracted a lot of attention, with all sorts of stares directed at it. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be quite restless by now.

Gu Yun, however, took it all in stride.

Just kidding, I don't care at all, okay?

Everyone in the room was a competitor, and Gu Yun seriously doubted whether anyone would care about their enemy's attitude towards them.

He casually found a corner seat and sat down. Not long after, the electronic screen at the front of the hall flashed, and the red text "Preparing" turned green, indicating that the interview had begun.

The heavy double doors slowly opened, and a staff member carrying a folder walked out. She looked at the long list in her hand, cleared her throat, and began to speak.

"Group 1, numbers 1 to 30, come in with me."

The crowd immediately stirred up a small commotion.

Gu Yun looked at the number in his hand; it was number 143.

Number 30 is in a group. A simple calculation shows that I am the 23rd person in the 5th group, which is relatively late.

"Well, looks like we'll be waiting a while."

Gu Yun sighed, but he didn't feel too anxious. He had never lacked patience.

They were quickly divided into groups and each was led to a different place.

Time passed, and then my phone vibrated.

Gu Yun took out his spare phone and glanced down at it.

"Miss Wind Chime, I passed."

As expected, after all, this hurdle is really just about looks.

Gu Yun curled his lips slightly. Judging from Lin Zhixia's appearance, it would be a huge conspiracy if she couldn't pass the first test.

In terms of looks, she's top-notch.

"Um."

Just one simple word, sent directly.

After thinking about it for a moment, Gu Yun felt it wasn't quite right and felt it was necessary to remind him so that he wouldn't forget everything when he got nervous on stage.

So he added another sentence.

Don't forget.

That should solve the problem.

Gu Yun put away his phone with satisfaction, and no more messages came from the other end.

Soon it was his turn.

"Number 143, Gu Yun."

Gu Yun took a deep breath, straightened his clothes slightly, and stepped inside.

The interview room was actually quite large, so spacious that your voice would echo. Behind the long table at the front sat five women, all dressed in business suits, flipping through his resume.

He walked over confidently, pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze always fixed on the most serious-looking examiner in the center.

"Hello everyone, I am Gu Yun."

They adopted the attitude of taking a civil service exam and chose the safest and least error-prone approach.

Although, in a sense, the work of the Magical Girl Association in this world is also a kind of official organization.

The examiner's gaze lingered on his young face for a moment before he spoke noncommittally.

"High school student?"

"Yes, I'm a senior in high school."

"Okay, let's get started."

The examiner closed the resume and placed his hands on the table, crossed.

"My first question is, as a newcomer who wants to join the Magical Girl Association, what are your thoughts on the Magical Girl Association as it is now, and on magical girls in general?"

It was a very simple template question, posing no challenge to Gu Yun, who had come prepared.

"In my opinion, the association is less of a governing body and more of a bridge connecting magical girls and the general public..."

He went on and on, spouting all sorts of official jargon.

"As for magical girls, they are both guardians and icons of their time. This is not contradictory. Although many people admire pure heroism, we cannot allow heroes to bleed and weep at the same time. We must spread the power of justice through broader acceptance..."

His words were so well-founded and watertight.

While affirming the association's leadership, it also pointed out the necessity of commercialization and righteously packaged a sentimental narrative.

At this moment, Nightingale was practically laughing herself silly.