Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Taking this opportunity, Ai-yin found a chance to start taking out the trash.

"Ah... I don't know either. I was talking to my friend when she suddenly rushed over."

As Aine tossed sugar cubes into her black tea, she began to grumble incessantly.

Su Shi, holding a cup of red tea, listened with a smile as she poured out the trash.

"What did she say? 'Are you really her friend?' 'You want to form a magical girl band with her?' 'Don't you know that Tokita is a normal person?!' She suddenly got so angry at me like that, it was so inexplicable..."

"The lamp you're talking about, is it the Takamatsu lamp?" Su Shi put down her teacup.

"Yes, we are in the same class."

Ai blinked, looking at the person in front of her, and suddenly had a premonition.

The person in front of me is a foul-mouthed woman with a beauty mark in her tear, a lamp, and my benefactor.

These people all know each other.

"You two...did you know each other before?"

Su Shi interlaced her fingers, gently resting her chin on the bridge formed by her fingers. The corners of her eyes curved into a slightly alluring arc with her smile, and her flaxen hair emitted a faint, hazy glow in the sunlight.

"We used to be friends."

Su Shi answered lightly.

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On the same morning, Xiangzi (who had not yet enrolled in school) and Chuhua (who had skipped class) arrived at a luxuriously decorated private bank.

"Is this the place?" Chu Hua asked.

“It basically matches up,” Xiangzi said. “Let’s go in and take a look.”

Chu Hua was quite famous, so when she mentioned that she had valuables she wanted to store, the manager readily led them to the basement.

"By the way, Xiao Xiang, didn't I recommend someone to you before who could hunt Timoris?"

"Hmm, you got in touch?"

The two followed behind the manager, talking as they walked.

"We've made contact."

"What are the conditions?"

"I need your help. I'll exchange one commission for another. The other party said it won't take much time, at most half a day."

"Yes, that's better than asking for money."

She said she wanted to meet in person.

"Once we've sorted out what's in front of us, I've also contacted someone for Amoris, and we've arranged to meet this afternoon."

They stopped at the entrance of a large vault.

"This is our deepest vault," the manager explained. "The main door is equipped with the latest electronic locks, mechanical locks, and biometric locks, requiring all three to open simultaneously. The door is 30cm thick, made of the same steel used in warship armor. The vault walls also have a 5mm thick steel mesh embedded within them, capable of withstanding a magnitude 12 earthquake and an explosion of 1 tons of TNT, providing top-level security."

The manager handed each of them a cup of premium black tea.

Xiangzi took a sip and smiled contentedly.

"The vault contains 500 individual safes and gold/cash storage vaults. The materials and workmanship of each safe are absolutely top-notch, just like the door. There are currently 80 individual safes available for rent. Ms. Chuhua, how would you like to rent one?"

“That’s enough, Chuhua,” Xiangzi whispered in Chuhua’s ear. “I can already roughly draw the structural diagram.”

"it is good."

Chuhua nodded.

"I'll rent a private safe."

"And the timeframe? It starts at least one year."

"Let's do it for a year for now, and we can extend it if needed."

"What type of valuables are you storing?"

Chu Hua thought about it carefully and said:

Let's reminisce.

"remember?"

Chu Hua grabbed Xiangzi, took a selfie with her under Xiangzi's bewildered gaze, then turned off her phone, removed the SIM card, and handed it to the manager.

"It's something like photos."

The Tale of Nirvana: Keeping Your True Self: Chapter 45 Yutenji Meow Dream - Counting Stars

"Then I want a billion yen!"

This is a wish that Yutenji Nyanmu made when she was seventeen years old.

She became a magical girl.

Yutenji Wakana came from a very typical unhappy family. Her parents got together at a graduation ceremony when they were eighteen, got married in a flash, and then she was born.

Ruomai's parents were not prepared to welcome her, nor were they prepared to face each other's shortcomings.

While they were still living in their dreams, Roma was born.

Even when she was a child, they began to show obvious impatience, giving perfunctory "uh-huh" and "yeah" answers, showing impatience and anger when asked questions, and leading a life with reversed day and night and endless arguments.

When she was thirteen, they finally divorced, and the court awarded custody of Ruomai to her father.

My dad is an alcoholic. After get off work, all he does is drink. When he gets home, he beats Ruomai.

But Ruomai was not someone to be trifled with. Ever since she gave her father a scar on the head that required three stitches after she used a glass bottle, he had never hit her again.

However, Ruomai's triumph didn't last long.

Because soon, the father transferred custody to the mother.

My mother remarried a month after her divorce. She had two children in her new family, and after two months of trying with her new husband, she successfully became pregnant with her third child. That's how Ruomai got three younger brothers and sisters.

She disliked her stepfather because he and his children stole her mother's attention from her.

Of course, her stepfather didn't like her either, because she was rebellious, noisy, and unreasonable.

Fourteen-year-old Ruomai began skipping school frequently, running away to listen to music at record stores, stealing DVDs from video stores, and then running away to another home theater that was closed during the day, where she would secretly watch the stolen DVDs and then secretly return them to the video store.

She would also frequently escape to a bar that was closed during the day, pick the lock with a safety pin, and sneak inside.

Playing the drums.

Yes, she likes to play the drums.

She is a natural ambidextrous person, meaning she is dominant in both hands, and she learned to play the drums very quickly.

She fell in love with drumming because she saw a movie called "Whiplash" among a bunch of stolen DVDs, and that movie sparked her interest in playing drums.

Watching movies and playing drums secretly were too noisy, and one day Ruomai was finally caught red-handed.

It is said that the bartender discovered that the jazz drums in his bar had been tampered with every day, so he got up early for several days in a row and waited for the cat to come.

This gave her stepfather a reason to send her to a juvenile detention center. At that time, Miaomeng had not yet turned fifteen.

Yes, she escaped from the juvenile detention center on her fifteenth birthday.

He ran to the bar where the bar owner had reported him, slapped a wad of money he had stolen from the security guard, and said, "Give me a bottle of pure milk!"

The bartender was a twenty-year-old woman who wore pigtails to look young, and Ruomai almost sent her back.

If she hadn't said she could play the drums, and if that old woman hadn't threatened to send her back to the juvenile detention center if she played terribly, she would probably be celebrating her birthday in solitary confinement.

Okay, she saved her life by playing drums, and then became a resident drummer here to make a living.

The story then took a strange turn.

She dropped out of school peacefully and played drums for two years. She also started learning cheap makeup and became a beauty blogger. She rented a small apartment that was comfortable enough for one person to live in. When her life was carefree, her life took a turn on her seventeenth birthday.

Simply put, there's a creature that looks like a plush toy asking me if I want to become a magical girl.

She asked what the benefits of becoming a magical girl were.

The plush toy tells her she can make a wish.

She said, "Then I want a billion yen! Can you do that?"

The doll says, "As you wish, your wish has been granted. In return, you must hunt witches to fulfill your duty as a magical girl."

And then she became a magical girl.

Hey, hey, hey, what is this?! Is this some kind of nonsense?!

This was Miaomeng's first feeling when she saw her clothes transformed into a gaudy lace performance costume.

However, once she actually confirmed that the bank card the old woman had helped her open had an extra billion yen, she began to think that the toy doll might not be so far-fetched after all.

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, her mind racing with thoughts about what she should do with the money.

Unable to sleep, she climbed to the roof of her rented apartment, carried her bedding up to the rooftop, and lay there watching the stars over the reed beds.

Ruomai, Ruomai, you can't be so depraved. You're just rich, you can't be so unrestrained. Don't be blinded by money.

But what can you do if your lips just keep curving upwards uncontrollably?

She lay on the rooftop, grinning foolishly at the sky, for an entire night.

I counted the stars in the sky one by one, trying to fall asleep that way.

One star... two stars... three stars... four hundred million yen... five hundred million yen... Holy crap, how am I so rich!

Then she couldn't sleep all night.

Youtianji Ruomai!

This is a birthday gift from God, you must make good use of it!

Ruomai discarded all the ideas she had from last night, such as controlling spending, putting money in the bank to earn interest, and taking a steady approach.

She wants to let her life shine!

Buy a car! Buy a house!

She bought three luxury supercars from shady dealers who sell cars to motorcycle gangs.

She bought three apartments just for the parking spaces that came with them.

She drove her sports car onto the Capital Highway and played with those speed demons.

She discovered that even if the car turned into a fireball, she wouldn't die, so she became even more reckless, smashing several limited-edition cars worldwide.

She discovered that the biker gang had stopped hanging out with her; they said she was a demon who crawled out of hell to desecrate the spirit of cars.

She discovered she could no longer buy a car because she had wrecked too many vehicles, and the shady dealers, in order to maintain good relations with the speed racers, had all blacklisted her.

She was getting bored, and she still had a lot of money left.

How should we spend the money?

She was having a headache over how to spend her money.

Don't even think about stocks or funds; no matter how much money retail investors have, they're just playing with other people's money.

Going to casinos is the same; the dealers' cheating skills aren't as good as hers, so there's no point in going to those places.

As for the duties of a magical girl?

Huh? She's just an information broker who makes a living from intelligence. The Seeds of Lamentation are enough for her. What does it matter to her if she wants to fight witches?

Ruomai lay on the rooftop again, counting stars all night.

Reason told her that if she saved the money now, the interest alone would be enough for her to live comfortably.

Then, when I woke up the next morning, I had completely forgotten what I had been thinking about while counting stars.

She has lived a meaningless life for more than a decade, and now she wants to do what she wants to do.

She's going to make a movie!

She has a lot of money; she wants to fulfill her dream of becoming a director!

She had already watched many movies when she was still stealing, and even after she became rich, she did not give up her love of watching movies. Her house has a whole bookcase full of Blu-ray discs.