Sister Rescue Plan

He opened the door and walked around the house. He was the only person in the entire house. The dark corridor and unfamiliar layout gave him a creepy feeling.

The house wasn't very dusty, but it had a faint musty smell, probably because it had been dusty for a long time and had just been cleaned, and the smell hadn't completely dissipated.

Izayoi Mirai returns to the room where she started, hoping to find some relevant clues.

He first flipped through the stack of math books, ranging from junior high to high school, and even some that he couldn't understand at all. His name was written on the title page. He then pulled out a thicker notebook, opened it, and saw that it contained some math knowledge points, with each chapter's content separated. After comparing it with the books, he realized that it was junior high school material.

"Does this mean I have to go to middle school in this world? Can't I just not go to school and become a mature adult?" Izayoi Mirai scratched her head, completely baffled as to what kind of identity the system had implanted in her.

Then, he pulled out a teacher's certificate from his person.

He wasn't a student, he was a teacher, a math teacher, and that notebook wasn't a notebook, it was a lesson plan.

As for the school, it was a school called Municipal Mitakihara Junior High School. It looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't remember which anime it was from. However, since he had a vague impression of it, it must be related to the plot. He would find out tomorrow.

The task won't be released until tomorrow, so I've had a good rest today. I waited until Miku fell asleep in the middle of the night before coming over, and I'm a bit sleepy now.

Izayoi Mirai dragged out the bedding and made the bed, then lay down inside.

Three hours later, Izayoi Mirai, who had kept her eyes closed, opened them and murmured, "Nothing's wrong. Could it be that my senses were wrong?"

He closed his eyes, and his breathing became shallow and even.

Three more hours passed, and still nothing happened. Izayoi Mirai finally fell asleep.

As the clock struck three, a gentle breeze stirred in the closed room, turning the pages of a book on the floor. A fleeting white shadow flashed across the windowpane.

A pair of eyes appeared on the ceiling, white ribbons hung down and draped beside Izayoi Mirai, a white dress floated down and clung tightly to Izayoi Mirai's body, and wisps of black mist drifted, which Izayoi Mirai inhaled through her mouth and nose.

At this moment, the dreamlike future of Yuxiao is engaged in poverty alleviation.

Regardless of the era, women have always been at a disadvantage when looking for work. Modern society is better, but in ancient times, women had few options other than silk reeling and sewing. If they were unmarried and their families were not well-off, they often couldn't even get enough to eat, and that's when they needed the help of kind-hearted people.

To make it easier for the generous and kind-hearted people, they would often gather in a courtyard to wait patiently, and dress up in beautiful clothes to perform songs and dances and play musical instruments for the kind people who came as a way of repaying them.

Sitting in front of Youxiao Mirai was a girl who was repaying a debt of gratitude. She was beautiful, with fair skin, shy and timid eyebrows, and a pair of bright eyes like autumn water, which was indescribably moving.

Her body pressed tightly against Yushou Mirai, her figure delicate and boneless, the thin gauze draped over her body unable to conceal her curves, the hazy glimpse only arousing a desire to explore further.

The girl poured a glass of wine and handed it to Izayoi Mirai, but he pushed it away.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was charming and melodious, and she leaned against the alluring body of Yoru Miku, growing increasingly hot. "Do you want me to serve you a drink?"

Izayoi Mirai didn't answer, but instead lifted her chin, examining her closely and feeling her smooth, silky skin. He asked, "New here?"

The girl lowered her head and said softly, "Yes."

"No wonder they don't know the rules."

Izayoi Mirai patted her head, and the girl understood, leaning down to reveal the beautiful curves of her waist and hips, and then—

Her head was crushed.

Inside the room, Youxiao Mirai suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the female ghost by the neck with one hand, and pressed her firmly onto the bed.

Looking at the struggling female ghost beneath him, he raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect it to actually be a ghost. This is the first time I've ever seen one."

The female ghost's throat was being choked, but that didn't seem to stop her from speaking: "How did you find out? My disguise should have been flawless!"

"Because you're unfamiliar with me."

Yushou Mirai sneered, "After having so many erotic dreams over the years, I know exactly which girls they are, what they look like, and whether they have good figures. If a strange face suddenly appears, even a pig would know something's wrong."

"This is impossible!"

The female ghost struggled and separated, her face contorted in grotesque horror, crimson blood seeping from the corners of her eyes. The room, devoid of wind, sprang to life, becoming eerily sinister.

Yushou Mirai felt a bit awkward. Although he was a monk, he really didn't know how to perform rituals to help ghosts pass on. The relevant scriptures were all praises of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, which he didn't like and always skipped directly.

After thinking for a moment, he released the purifying fire that had turned half orange and half red. The female ghost immediately wailed, and a sinister ghostly aura emanated from her body, but her hideous appearance was fading away.

When Yushou Mirai felt that the eerie atmosphere on the female ghost in his hand had disappeared, he stopped what he was doing. The female ghost had delicate features and clear eyes, and it seemed that her resentment had dissipated. However, her body was almost transparent, and she looked like she might disappear at any moment.

Izayoi Mirai touched her chin: "So, I've successfully exorcised him?"

"It's a success! It's a success!"

The female ghost nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with fear. "I...I was previously bound in this house, but now I have sensed the call of the underworld and can be reincarnated at any time."

"Oh, then go ahead, and be a good person from now on."

As Youxiao Mirai let go, the female ghost fell onto the bed. She didn't dare to get up and collapsed, disappearing from sight.

"Hahaha, are you trying to make me laugh so you can skip the task?!"

The system's unrestrained laughter echoed in Izayoi Mirai's mind, "What the hell is this 'salvation'? She was just a few seconds away from being dead!"

Yosuke Mirai shrugged: "It's all up to fate. Whether it can be purified before it's burned to death depends on destiny."

"You're really quite the chill person," the system quipped, then asked curiously, "Were you serious about those wet dreams you mentioned before? Is that even possible?"

"Of course not, I was simulating the meditation of bliss."

Youxiao Mirai said, "The people inside are all sculpted by my own hands, how could there be any I don't recognize, and their auras are obviously out of place."

"You have quite the imagination. I don't remember that the book 'Joyful Zen' mentioned any method of seeking proof in dreams."

"I can't practice in the real world, what can I do? Shiori just started dating, my sister touched 404, and Medea doesn't have a body, so I can only create my own method."

Yusei Mirai said, "Form is emptiness and emptiness is form. The mind contains all things, and it is not difficult to generate a physical form from emptiness. Moreover, in dreams, it is like the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror, without any hindrance, which subtly conforms to the main theme of the Heart Sutra."

The system was stunned by what he said, and it took it a long time to finally manage to say, "You're a real genius, but I wonder if Guanyin Bodhisattva would jump out and smash your dog's head if she knew how you've ruined the Heart Sutra."

Yushou Mirai felt a little guilty. Since the method of cultivation was real, then Bodhisattvas and Buddhas must also exist. He forced a smile and said, "I suppose you won't hold a grudge against a junior like me?"

The system teased, "Perhaps he sees that you have great potential and will transform into a beautiful woman to seduce you, so that you can practice the Joyful Zen together. Then, on the way, he will suddenly turn into a skeleton, making you realize the truth that beauty and decay are one, and that there is nothing else besides the mind."

Yu Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. Neither the gender of Guanyin Bodhisattva nor the sudden transformation into skeletons during sex was acceptable to him. He pulled the blanket over his head.

"go to bed!"

Chapter Two: Come to My Office

The next morning, not knowing where Mitakihara Municipal Junior High School was, Izayoi Mirai took a taxi to the school. Standing at the school gate, she realized a serious problem: where was her office?

It was school time, and the school gate was crowded with students. Izayoi Mirai, dressed in a formal suit, stood out too much. He walked into the school without looking to either side and wandered around aimlessly.

As he passed the teaching building for the third time, his phone rang. The caller was the principal, and he answered it.

"Ms. Yuxiao, it's almost time. Have you arrived at school yet?"

It seems there is someone guiding them.

Yuuyo Mirai breathed a sigh of relief: "Principal, I'm downstairs in the teaching building now, but I can't find your office."

"I'm so sorry, this was a mistake on my part. I'll have someone come pick you up right away."

After completing the formalities, meeting her colleagues, and learning the location of the office, Izayoi Mirai went to class.

Having been a student for so many years, he has never actually been a teacher.

Standing on the podium, he scanned the classroom and suddenly froze.

It wasn't because the students all had round faces, but because I saw a familiar face:

She had blonde hair with curls on the sides and wore a small round hat with a yellow gemstone embedded in it. Even though she was sitting, it was still clear that her figure far surpassed that of the other girls in the class.

Could it be that you've mistaken me for someone else?

Yuuyo Mirai glanced at the seating chart on the podium.

Mami Tomoe.

No problem, Headless Senior, this is Round Face.

At that moment, the system's voice sounded in my mind, and the information on the display screen was updated.

"Current world: Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Mission objective: Prevent Madoka Kaname from becoming a magical girl."

"Remaining information on your ID card: You are a high-achieving student studying in the United States, a graduate of an Ivy League university, and also Mami Tomoe's distant cousin. After hearing that your distant uncle's family had all passed away, leaving behind only a lovely daughter, you decided to return to China to support the education cause in your hometown and 'coincidentally' became Mami Tomoe's math teacher."

Why does this identity card design seem like that of a malicious pervert?

Izayoi Mirai internally complained, feeling a bit of a headache about this mission. Kyubey, who had his eye on Madoka, wasn't going to give up so easily.

After thinking for a while, Izayoi Mirai put the question out of his mind; he was still standing in the classroom.

There were some stumbles at the beginning, but once he got into the zone, Izayoi Mirai gradually became more skilled. His knowledge level was not a problem, nor was his mental fortitude. Taking on the role of teacher was a piece of cake for him.

However, not everyone was listening attentively, such as Mami Tomoe.

Although she was also looking at the blackboard with a smile on her face, appearing to be listening attentively, how could this fool the seasoned veteran, Yushou Mirai?

This is precisely an opportunity to intervene.

He quickly wrote a problem on the blackboard, then called on students to answer:

"Let me check how much of what I just said you all understood. Let's have Mami Tomoe, who has been paying close attention, stand up and answer."

"Huh?"

Mami Tomoe seemed a little confused. She stood up, looked at the equation on the blackboard, stammered for a long time, and then lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I don't know how."

"Sit down."

Izayoi Mirai looked disappointed. "If you had listened carefully, you would have had no problem with this question. Come to my office after class."

He turned around and erased the question, because to be on the safe side, the question was beyond the scope of the curriculum, and it would be impossible to solve unless one had previewed the math course all the way up to the senior year of high school.

After class, Izayoi Mirai packed up her lesson plans and went back to her office. Tomoe Mami followed behind her dejectedly. On her shoulder stood a cute creature that looked like a rabbit and a cat at the same time, with red eyes and a constant smile.

There was no one else in the office. As soon as Izayoi Mirai sat down, Tomoe Mami immediately apologized:

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I was distracted in class. I will definitely study hard in the future."

Izayoi Mirai took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Mami, don't be nervous. The main reason I called you here is not to criticize you, but to establish a kinship. According to seniority, I am your cousin, and I know about your family situation. I came here to be your teacher because I thought it would be convenient to take care of you, since you are still too young."

"Huh?"

Mami Tomoe was stunned. She thought she would be scolded when she came to the office, but she didn't expect to suddenly have a cousin.

Izayoi Mirai continued, "Of course, we're not that familiar with each other, and we're of the opposite sex, so it's normal for you to have some concerns. I usually won't bother you. Here's my phone number and address; you can contact me if you need anything."

Izayoi Mirai handed a note to Tomoe Mami. Tomoe Mami took the note, ran her fingertips over the words on it, and her eyes suddenly felt hot.