Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

An unknown girl had her hands in her pockets and leaned forward, looking towards Hong Moli's side.

It was pitch black all around, and the person's outline could only be vaguely seen by the moonlight and lamplight.

To be fair, that girl was quite beautiful.

But in Hong Moli's eyes, everyone except Bai Gui Qianyou was no different from her.

The girl who spoke was no exception; she was just an ordinary girl, and even if she was a little more beautiful than the average person, she was nothing special in Hong Moli's eyes.

Hong Moli didn't know her and didn't like this frivolous way of flirting. In Hong Moli's eyes, her outstanding appearance was actually a disadvantage.

If someone doesn't make a good first impression, just ignore them.

If the other person really has some unspeakable difficulties, they certainly won't give up just because you ignore them.

Hongmo thought to herself, then lowered her head again, staring at the tips of her shoes.

"If you don't answer, I'll assume you're all alone."

After a rustling sound of clothes rubbing together, the girl lifted the hem of her clothes and sat down on the ground next to Hong Moli.

Hong Moli rolled her eyes, using the corner of her eye to scan her surroundings.

By this time, apart from Hong Moli and the outgoing girl, there were hardly any other tourists to be seen nearby.

Koumori simply didn't want to go home so quickly because she was troubled; she had no reason to stay at the festival.

If she doesn't want to leave, I'll just leave on my own.

Hong Moli stood up, brushed the dust off her pants, and turned to leave without saying a word.

To her surprise, the girl also stood up and followed behind her.

As Hong Moli turned a corner, the girl followed suit. Hong Moli walked a little faster, and the girl walked a little faster as well.

She's got her eye on me.

Hong Moli knew this without even thinking.

But what's the purpose? What qualities do you possess that attract the other person?

It doesn't matter who the other party is targeting; their goal is simply to randomly pick someone up on the street.

In any case, Hong Moli didn't want to continue getting entangled with this kind of person.

Let's resolve this quickly; I need to go to school with Qianyou tomorrow.

Hong Moli stopped in her tracks, turned around to face the girl following behind her, and spoke with a hint of unease in her voice, as if she might ignite the girl's displeasure at any moment.

"Is there something you need?"

"You're willing to talk to me now?" The girl reached out and brushed the hair from her forehead, gathering it together with her bangs to reveal a row of shark teeth in her mouth.

With the help of the streetlights, Hong Moli was able to see the girl's appearance more clearly.

The boy was about the same height as me, with a single braid in blue and cyan, and a face that looked more mature than mine. I roughly estimated that he should be around the age of graduating from middle school.

Wearing a long, high-necked coat in late summer, the coat's colors consist mostly of highly saturated fluorescent green and fluorescent purple blocks.

Although the girl's outfit was unusual, she didn't look like a typical hot girl.

At least most hot girls would get their nails done, right?

No, you can't judge based on whether or not someone gets a manicure. Maybe they just don't get manicures for convenience.

But she doesn't seem like the kind of homeless delinquent girl who gets into fights in the streets.

But the oppressive aura was still there. She didn't need to deliver those lines with a distorted expression; she could suppress Hong Moli's imposing presence quite a bit just by making gestures.

The source of that oppressive force is "maturity".

In other words, it is the suppression of age.

“You’ve been following me all along.” Hong Moli forced a strong tone, not letting her fear show on her face.

“Indeed, I’ve been following you all along. When I see a lost child, I feel it wouldn’t be right not to say a few words.” The girl let down her bangs and looked at Hong Moli with her deep purple eyes that seemed to swirl like a vortex.

"Is something bothering you?"

"So what?" Hong Moli remained noncommittal.

"Tonight is a special night. As long as you hold onto your hopes, you can forget all your troubles."

Putting your worries aside is like inviting yourself to a discordant party.

Hearing what the other person said, Hong Moli felt that it sounded more like a frivolous flirtation.

"No need, I'm not interested."

Hong Mo didn't want to say anything to this kind of person, the lacquerware master, Ba Duo.

“But I’m very interested in you.” The girl narrowed her eyes.

“A child like you could potentially create a miracle tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Achievements

Based on Hong Moli's personal experience, the more incomprehensible a person's speech is, the more likely they are to be hiding some unknown dark motives.

Because they lack the most basic honesty when communicating with others.

A dishonest person is not necessarily a bad person, but bad people often hide their true intentions within a maze of words.

Hong Moli began to regret why she hadn't just left, but instead turned back to deal with this inexplicable guy.

She had originally planned to politely decline in a more amicable way, but the other party didn't seem to want to resolve the matter peacefully.

Hong Moli's tone turned cold, and she chose to end the farce directly with an undisguised refusal.

"I don't understand what you're saying at all. If there's nothing else, can you please stop bothering me? Otherwise, I'm going to call the police."

Despite being rejected by Hong Moli, the girl didn't show any displeasure on her face. On the contrary, a hint of disappointment flashed across her expression.

"Actually, I want to help you. I think you really need help, and you have a lot of potential. I'm not wrong about you." Hong Moli heard the girl say this as if she were a salesperson.

This sounds like an underground talent scout inviting naive young girls to participate in some unspeakable filming activities.

But Koumori had absolutely no interest in such things; even if it were a real talent scout, she would have no interest in that kind of behavior.

The only person who could pique her interest was Qianyou.

"Excuse me, do you know me?"

No, I don't know him.

"Then, do you know what my troubles are?"

Lin (〒{二球") ("I don't know either").

Neuropathy.

Hongmo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You know nothing about me, so I don't think you can be of any help to me, right?"

When Hong Moli asked this question, she no longer expected the other party to give her a satisfactory answer.

On the bright side, this person is a little mentally unstable; on the dark side, who knows what kind of conspiracy they're plotting.

Anyway, this person is impossible to communicate normally, so who cares what she says?

"Let me rephrase that." The girl flicked her sleeves and reached into the pocket of her colorful coat:

"Actually, the person who can help you is not me, but yourself, because tonight is a night of miracles, so you have a better chance of realizing your wish."

Saying this won't change Hong Moli's opinion of her; it will only make Hong Moli think that this eccentric woman is even more unreasonable.

Could she really have some serious illness?

It's probably true; a person with a sound mind wouldn't say such strange things.

It's as if they are another kind of being whose thinking transcends the human realm, speaking the same language but unable to communicate normally.

"Okay, thank you for reminding me. I will find a way to get rid of this trouble myself."

Until the very end, Hong Moli tried her best to maintain her politeness, bowing to the girl with her hands folded in front of her before turning and quickly leaving.

However, the girl had no intention of letting Hong Moli go, and continued to follow behind Hong Moli with her hands behind her head.

Why is this going on and on?

The girl's behavior was starting to annoy Koumori.

"Excuse me, is there anything else you need? I've already said I can handle any problems I have myself, right?"

Hong Moli's voice became even lower, like a cold wind howling through winter, directly expressing her dissatisfaction with an attitude that kept people at a distance.

"Ah, is that so? You did say that, but haven't you solved your own troubles yet?" The girl glanced at the festival site, which had been left far behind.

This persistent guy is always bothering me; he must be here to cause trouble, right?

At this time, Hong Moli was not yet the kind and helpful girl who entered St. Yuu Academy.

Therefore, we cannot say that Hong Moli is a bad child, but she is definitely not a patient and obedient child.

From a young age, Hong Moli's ears were always filled with her mother's teachings.

Study hard and make something of yourself. Now is not the time to play games. If you don't work hard, you will definitely fall behind others... and so on. My mother would always find an opportunity to say a few words at any time.

When she's eating, taking a bath, or sleeping, Hong Moli is not studying.

Hong Moli was so tired of hearing this that she was practically sick of it.

Growing up in such an environment, it was impossible for Hong Moli to have a normal personality.

Fortunately, there is Hyakki Chiyu as Koumori's imaginary enemy, allowing Koumori to vent all her resentment on him.

In fact, through her interactions with Hyakki Chiyuu, Koumori's personality had already been subtly influenced, making her indifferent to everything except herself.

She might feel inferior in front of Hyakki Chiyu because of her family background, her grades, and Hyakki Chiyu's excellence.

However, this does not mean that she would show inferiority in front of anyone.

On the contrary, a kind of arrogance that only she knew began to grow in Koumori's heart.

Aside from the hundred ghosts and a thousand demons, she possessed an arrogance that refused to bow to anyone.

So-called politeness is just a mask that Hong Moli wears when socializing.