Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　For example, whether the galaxy is willing to be relocated to the vicinity of the Star Federation's territory...

　"Excuse me, what does this mean?"

　In response to Cong Yu's words, the staff member who looked very much like Cong Yu and Yao Chuan Guang's homeroom teacher tapped the screen.

　Then, perhaps having synced information from the form Cong Yu was currently filling out, she immediately replied, "Literal meaning."

　After saying that, she added an explanation: "Civilizations in the universe are obviously not as densely packed as the Star Alliance is at this moment."

　"These are all migrating star systems, forming the core region, planetary region, star region, and the stardust region where you are now."

　"Generally speaking, even if you answered 'yes,' you won't be relocated."

　“But sometimes, Star Alliance will consider expanding its scope... and that’s when you might be on the shortlist.”

　"Then, a substantial compensation payment will be deposited into your civility account, so I suggest you fill in 'yes'."

　It was actually compensation for demolition...

　With a sense of déjà vu, Cong Yu suppressed her urge to retort and continued, "What if our planet is already gone?"

　After receiving the reply that "then you can only fill in 'no'", Cong Yu completed the entire form.

　Overall, nothing went wrong...

　And the homeroom teacher... well, I mean, the pink-haired staff member also finished her work there, saying, "I'll send you a set of observation data. Take a look and see if it's accurate. After you confirm, proceed with the genetic certification."

　Then, information appeared on the screen in front of Cong Yu—

　[Civilization designation: Human Civilization]

　Race Name: Human

　[Race Representative (1): Cong Yu]

　[Racial Classification: Standard Type]

　】

　Number of arms: 2

　Number of legs: 2

　Facial Features Type: Conventional

　Oxygen demand: ___ (not measured)

　Gravity requirement: ___ (not tested)

　Communication skills: Excellent

　[Intellectual Level: Excellent]

　Physical fitness: ___ (not tested)

　Appendix: _____ (Not filled in)

　I agree that the above data represents the basic average level of the "human" race, and there are no errors, omissions, or other special cases.

　[Genetic Authentication Section]

　[Supplement: Star Alliance (full text: @#！@……&) hereby guarantees that genetic coding will only be used for identity and civilization authentication, and will not be used for any other purpose, nor will it infringe upon the legitimate rights and interests of any civilization, nor...]

　"..."

　"Should we drip blood directly?"

　As Cong Yu said this, he asked the pink-haired staff member, "However, the section on physical fitness is still blank."

　"Furthermore, my genes cannot represent the entirety of our race's genes, and my medical examination results are unlikely to be representative..."

　"Moreover, in our racial composition, the genes of each person have all sorts of strange variations on a macroscopic level."

　To Cong Yu's words, the pink-haired girl waved her hand and said, "No need for a physical exam, just leave the blanks blank..."

　"You don't need to worry too much about the general population or other people's genes... It's mainly for credit point account verification, so as long as it's your genes, it's fine."

　With that in mind, Pink Hair seemed to think that the Star Alliance's policies were perfunctory.

　It seems that when it comes to "lazy governance," it's pretty much the same in every civilization... and there might even be staff members with terrible attitudes.

　With these thoughts in mind, Cong Yu nonchalantly controlled the blood flow, dripping blood at the authentication point... attracting the attention of the staff member who was just about to control the blood collection needle on the screen.

　But it doesn't matter anyway. So many civilizations come to register every day, and she's too lazy to bother with the special abilities of those races.

　Some civilizations are even capable of attacking with blood squeezed from the corner of their eye...

　Not long after Cong Yu's blood was absorbed by the "screen," the data had already been recorded.

　"Thank you."

　Cong Yu thanked the staff and accepted the wristwatch-like object and another miniature SIM card-like object they handed her.

　Looking at the polite Cong Yu, the staff member who had already sat down lazily glanced at him...

　The person who came to do this business is really good-looking and polite.

　This piqued the interest of the pink-haired staff member who had been single for many years, so she perked up and explained what she had originally been too lazy to explain.

　"The fifth-generation data terminal—Rick 5—is linked to your personal account, while the civilization authentication chip is inserted into the data terminal."

　"With the authenticated terminal inserted, you can view your civilization's account and official website... Of course, the official website is currently blank; you need to register the information yourself."

　"Citizens registered in your civilized account can apply for their data terminals at the office; all they need to do is fill in their names."

　As she spoke, the pink-haired staff member glanced at Yaochuan Guang and the others: "Do you need it? I can teach you how to fill it out."

　The Wind City team looked at each other, then shook their heads.

　"Isn't it necessary? I should mention something... Without a data terminal, it will be very inconvenient within Starlink's coverage area."

　In response to what the other person said, Yaochuan Guang patted Cong Yu on the shoulder and explained, "Don't worry, homeroom teacher, we'll just follow Cong Yu."

　By this time, Yaochuan Guang had already removed the translator's headset. Therefore, the staff did not understand a single word she said.

　However, she probably understood what it meant...

　It turns out that this polite gentleman is a representative of civilization, a kind of designated leader... that's quite rare.

　"Oh, by the way, let's add each other as friends."

　As she said this, the pink-haired staff member tried her best to adopt a businesslike attitude: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask anytime."

　Cong Yu: "..."

　Oh no! Our alien homeroom teacher is also a lifelong single?!

　Chapter 919 Some supporting characters only made a brief appearance before being forgotten.

　As everyone knows, as everyone knows.

　Mobile phones have become an indispensable part of modern life; they are no longer just communication tools.

　Whether it's social interaction, entertainment, payments, or even work, countless functions are integrated into this pocket-sized device.

　Cong Yu is also a mobile phone enthusiast.

　He is also someone who keeps his head down, fiddling with his phone, whether in bustling cities, on the subway, in cafes, or on the streets.

　Chatting with friends, tweeting, watching videos, checking notifications...

　This is already a modern lifestyle, even for family gatherings and meals with friends.

　When a message comes in on my phone, I'll take it out to check it and maybe browse my feed... Perhaps things will change in the future?

　Let's hear what Cong Yu, a person from the future, has to say—

　Cong Yu: Huh?

　Well, it seems there's no way things will improve in the future.

　……

　However, if it were the interstellar era, aliens would surely come up with a reasonable solution... right?

　"Shall we add each other as friends?"

　The lady with the book said this, waving the book in her hand.

　The tablet, also known as the Rick-4 terminal: "After that, you... or you."

　"If you've acquired anything of value that you need to sell, or are looking to purchase rare materials, or have any ruins of a civilization that you need to loot... or do archaeology, then feel free to contact us."

　Cong Yu, who had just added the woman who owned the book as a friend, smiled at her words: "So, you really aren't the Star Alliance archaeological team, are you?"

　Knowing she was bad at hiding her true feelings and kept letting slip things, Ms. Books laughed, waved, and walked towards the port.

　"If you want to buy translation equipment, there are people around the port who can help you buy it on credit and get loans."

　"Oh, they also offer tour guide services over there...that's all."

　See you again someday!

　Cong Yu, Yao Chuanguang, and the others exchanged glances as the book lady waved and fled in disarray.

　To be fair, that kind of scenario is quite common.

　It's like a magical girl being rescued by a monster, saying "Hahaha, I'm saved!" while politely running away.

　"So, Congyu-chan, shall we take out a loan to buy a translator now?"

　Cong Yu smiled at Yao Chuanguang's words, then pulled out several translators from thin air: "They're no longer needed."

　???

　Where is it?

　The Fuuto team followed Cong Yu, feeling somewhat confused. Yao Chuan Guang was even more shocked: "Was it created by the power of faith?!"

　It's understandable that Yaochuan Guang would make such a connection.

　Unfortunately, Cong Yu hasn't mastered the use of "wish fulfillment" yet... and he can't create everything.

　"Well, with the power of faith, I can only create things like light, darkness, water, fire, earth, and wind... The most sophisticated instruments I can make are limited to the kind of electric fan, without even a motor."

　Cong Yu said this, and then put the translation headset on the three little ones: "It was taken from the Rex ship."

　Lan Tianzhu pondered for a moment, then summed up Cong Yu's actions in one word: "steal."

　Under Azuma Nagisa's expressionless gaze, Cong Yu casually replied, "Well, I'm just too lazy to ask for it."

　After all, these things don't seem expensive, and many fleet members who aren't proficient in Common Language wear one, and quite a few have been piled up in the cabins.

　Well, if we ask, they should be happy to give it to us.

　Or rather, given the disparity in strength, they should be willing to give everything... they should have no choice but to give so.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu smiled...

　Xiao Cui silently watched all of this, listening to the conversations of the aliens around her with her translator: "Brother Cong Yu, what a twisted sense of humor."

　As she said this, Xiao Cui asked, "So, should we find a guide next?"

　Yes, even though she no longer needs a loan to buy a translator, Cong Yu feels that she still needs to find a guide.

　After all, the interstellar era is far too unfamiliar to most people.

　"Is this right here?"

　Yao Chuanguang asked, standing in front of the strangely decorated shop, looking at the countless translators hanging in the shop window.

　Cong Yu felt it was similar... Perhaps this was the place the Book Lady had mentioned where they could find a guide?

　However, it looks like there are some places selling translators not far from here. Which shop can I find a guide at?

　As they stood at the shop entrance pondering, the door slid open gently, and a person wearing a wide cloak stepped out.

　A black cloak, a mask resembling a bird's beak... he looked like a doctor from some not-so-good era on Earth.

　He is not a doctor from the 22nd Group.

　Instead, he was a plague doctor.

　The person wearing the bird-beak mask naturally aroused everyone's vigilance... but they didn't need to be so nervous.

　The aliens in the interstellar era seem quite friendly, a stark contrast to the terrifying, dire environment of Earth in the past.

　The plague doctor's gaze swept over Cong Yu and her group, finally settling on the translation devices hanging on their ears.