Why are the magical girls in your area male?

Yuan Qing smiled slightly, picked up the best-looking cake roll, put it in his mouth, and began to chew.

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good. Little girl, your cooking skills are improving. When you grow up a bit more, I'll feel comfortable passing on my amazing Chinese cooking skills to you."

"I can cook those dishes too. I've watched them for so many years, I've learned how to cook them by watching."

"Tsk, stubborn as ever. Last time you cooked that plate of boiled pork slices into a whole pot of mosaics. What a waste of ingredients."

"That was an accident! It's all because you wouldn't teach me properly!"

"Stop making baseless accusations. I broke down all the steps and explained them to you one by one. Didn't you say you understood them yourself?"

"Let's keep things separate. Who knows what those measure words like 'a little,' 'slight,' and 'moderate' actually mean?"

After a "heartwarming" bickering, Yuan Xun packed her lunchbox, changed her clothes, and prepared to go out.

As she was leaving, she seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "Brother, you haven't been doing anything weird behind my back these past few days, have you?"

"?"

Yuan Qing, eating a Swiss roll, asked without turning her head, "What weird novels or TV dramas have you been watching again?"

"No!"

"I should be asking you this question. Don't do anything dangerous behind my back."

Also, if you encounter any trouble, no matter how big, you have to discuss it with me. Don't try to solve it yourself by keeping it from me; I'll worry.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I'm heading out now. Go home early after you finish work, and don't wander around outside."

"Oh, don't worry about me. Aunt Lin will give me a ride home after work."

"That's good. After all, there's still no progress in the missing persons cases. I suspect there might be a new criminal organization in our city."

"..."

It's not a criminal organization.

If it were just an ordinary criminal organization, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.

They say they'll consult you no matter how big the problem is, but those kinds of things...

"Brother, actually I'm a magical girl! Don't let my ordinary high school days fool you; at night, I transform into a magical girl warrior, protecting love and peace, and battling shadow monsters!"

"..."

How could I possibly say such a thing!

They'll definitely think I'm obsessed with anime and send me to the hospital's psychiatric evaluation department, right?

Even if you can use magic to make him believe it, what happens next?

He's just an ordinary person; he can't help, and he can't sleep well either.

Of course, the most likely reason is that they would oppose her continuing to fulfill her responsibilities as a magical girl.

Given how dangerous it was, it's perfectly normal for him to object.

Yuan Xun wanted to continue taking on this responsibility, but he didn't want to put Yuan Qing in a difficult position.

So, whether or not to keep it a secret indefinitely is something we should think about carefully.

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Volume 1: Chapter 42 Moon City's Mother, excerpt from "The Back View" (1/3)

At 7 p.m., on the 66th floor of the Glamour Tower, in the Cloud View Banquet Hall.

It is said that tonight's banquet is a top-level charity gala hosted by the Shiomi family, and many celebrities and social elites have been invited to discuss charitable causes to help build impoverished rural areas.

Of course, it's hard to say what kind of trouble is going on behind the scenes.

Yuan Qing straightened his perfectly fitted security uniform and saluted the smooth marble slab that reflected his own silhouette:

"loyalty!"

Oh, this is Japan, I've crossed channels.

Never mind, they are all the same anyway.

The security guards at the Royal Hotel wear the same black vests and white shirts as the waiters, with bow ties at the collar, making them quite dashing.

If your looks are lacking, you'll just look like that smelly wine-pouring guy over there; but if your looks are high enough, it'll be like the Black Butler himself has arrived, or Lelouch has come back to life.

Unfortunately, Yuan Qing considers himself to be quite good-looking.

If the maximum score is 10, it's not as outrageous as 9 points, but it's at least 10 points.

Sure enough, not long after the banquet began, a stunningly beautiful woman in a low-cut dress, revealing half of her snow-white skin, cast a flirtatious glance at him:

"You stinking wine-pouring bastard, what are you looking at? Hurry up and bring me the wine!"

Ha ha.

First of all, madam, I am a security guard, not a waiter.

Secondly, if you absolutely must ask me to pour the wine, could you please not add the word "stinky" before it?

Yuan Qing wanted to explain to the other party that he was not a waiter, but since he had nothing else to do and there was a rule in the security regulations that he should try his best to meet all the customer's requests, he carried the glass of wine on a tray and went over.

"Madam, your wine."

Keep smiling and bow slightly to show respect.

This trick, which I learned from the idol dramas my sister watches, is actually quite effective.

The lady seemed quite pleased with Yuan Qing's attitude; after taking the wine, she casually placed a small stack of cash on the tray.

"Thank you, this small tip is a small token of my appreciation."

“Ahligadoguozaimasi”

Yuan Qing carried the tray away and then looked at the stack of cash.

Holy crap, Fukuzawa Yukichi!!

Each one is Fukuzawa Yukichi, and there are a total of 10 of them!

My family members don't understand. Just by offering a drink, the tips I received exceeded half a month's part-time income.

Is this the stench of capitalism? It's truly nauseating!

Yuan Qing folded the banknotes and was about to tighten his pockets when he suddenly noticed a string of numbers written on the back of the last banknote.

Without a doubt, it was a phone number.

Uh.

Is it possible...

Yuan Qing glanced back at the noblewoman without making a sound. Sure enough, she was standing at a distance staring at him. Their eyes met, and she even raised her glass to him from afar and gave him a flirtatious wink.

See, I told you I'd rate my looks a 10/10.

Ugh.

My irresistible charm.

That beautiful woman may be sexy, but Yuan Qing has no penchant for the traitor Cao Cao.

Back when Cao Cao staged the "Wan Dou Xiao Zhuan" (The Legend of Cao Cao's Battle of Wancheng), killing three sages with a single cannon shot, Cao Ang, Dian Wei, and Cao Anmin had no choice but to sing, "Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm." Their heartfelt emotions were truly moving.

Therefore, it can be seen that those who do not succumb to lust will surely be punished by Heaven.

Madam, I'll gladly accept your money, but as for your beauty, I'm not worthy of it. Please find another suitable man.

After serving the wine, Yuan Qing, having nothing else to do, stood at the entrance of the banquet as a doorman.

The light from the crystal chandelier flowed across the polished floor. In the hall, elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies chatted and laughed in hushed tones as they mingled and drank.

Inside, it's a world of extravagance and debauchery; outside, it's a world of lights and bustling

Standing here, Yuan Qing truly felt what it meant that "money can really be piled up to the sky."

"Hey, you security guard over there, what are you doing standing here instead of patrolling properly?"

A reprimand suddenly came from the side.

Upon hearing this voice, Yuan Qing didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He glanced lazily at the newcomer and asked, "Weren't you supposed to be helping in the kitchen? What are you doing out here?"

"I've already finished my work. Now I'm here to keep an eye on the venue and see where there's a shortage of food, so I'll go and get someone to replenish it."

Yuki Tsukishiro shrugged in response.

She was dressed in the same black vest and white shirt as me, also as a waitress, and even the air of poverty about her was exactly the same.

Tsk, how come I never noticed before? This kid is so thin, she looks so skinny in this outfit, her proportions are almost like a woman's.

"Gululu."

Just then, Yuanqing's stomach suddenly rumbled.

Yuki Tsukishiro raised an eyebrow: "You haven't eaten?"

"No, I only ate two slices of cake roll this afternoon. I thought they would include rice in the meal here."

Yuan Qing pursed his lips.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's why I said you're a noob. Do you know what I ate tonight? Australian lobster foie gras, premium Wagyu beef, all high-end dishes, I can't even count them all!"

Ah, how delicious! Just thinking about it makes me crave it. It's a pity some people can't enjoy it.

"You little brat, do you have to provoke me at a time like this?"

"Ha, go ahead and starve, buddy. Go check and fill in the gaps. You stay here and don't move."

Yuki Tsukishiro glanced at the other person with disdain, threw down those words, and walked straight into the banquet hall.

She picked up a tray from the shelf and, like the other waiters, blended seamlessly into the flow of guests.

Her steps were steady, her gaze casual, as if she were truly conducting a routine inspection, searching for those she was to serve.

Yuan Qing didn't pay attention at first, thinking that this guy had really gone to "check where vegetables were missing".

But soon, he noticed something was wrong.

Yuki Tsukishiro stopped in front of a food stand displaying an exquisite sandwich tower.

She turned slightly to the side, with her back to the guests, pretending to tidy up the napkins on the tray.

In that instant, Yuan Qing clearly saw the other person's white-gloved hand swiftly grab a beef sandwich from the counter with lightning speed!

Then she quickly grabbed a clean napkin with her other hand and neatly wrapped the sandwich.

After wrapping it up, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she lowered her head slightly and used her body to cover herself, seemingly still clumsily adjusting the napkin wrapping, trying to hide the bulging thing more tightly.

Once she was sure no one was watching, she quickly stuffed the "stolen goods" into the inside pocket of her vest.

However, these vests are quite form-fitting, and if you put something inside, it will bulge out noticeably.

Yuki Tsukishiro also realized this.

Somewhat annoyed, she pressed down on the bulge with her hand, trying to flatten it, but to little avail.

With no other option, she picked up the tray, trying her best to cover the bulge with it, and walked towards him through the chatting and laughing guests, pretending nothing was wrong.

Back beside Gensei, Yuki looked around nervously, making sure no one was paying attention before pulling out a sandwich and shoving it into his hand.

"Here, eat quickly, before anyone finds out!"

Looking at the sandwich wrapped in a napkin soaked with sauce in his hand, Yuan Qing suddenly thought of Zhu Ziqing's "The Back View".

My eyes are about to close.

So Yuki Tsukishiro is someone who could be my father!

Yuan Qing quickly finished his sandwich in a few bites, then clasped his hands in thanks to Yue Cheng Yuki: "Thank you, Godfather!"

"I cannot express my gratitude, son."

"For you, I'm going to block the bridge at Uluru tonight!"