Teacher, I am actually a villain magical girl

"Mom, you don't seem very happy."

"A little bit."

"It doesn't matter if I don't pass the application. I will stay with my mother."

Judging from the conversation between the two, it seems that the mother is looking for a job.

The daughter was very sensible and considerate, but the mother seemed a little cold and didn't seem to want to talk to her daughter.

The woman has seen many such examples.

After all, those who give birth to children early cannot be responsible for their children, and some may even hate their children.

But it's not good to make malicious assumptions about others.

Finally, the mother and daughter got off the bus near Wandeng Street. The woman remembered that there was a public high school nearby, but the level was relatively poor, and it was full of students with low deviation values ​​from Fengyuan City.

After that, the seats occupied by the mother and daughter were taken by other people. The woman stopped listening to others and lowered her head to continue reading.

...............

[Ms. Huiyuan, thank you for your recognition of our school. We all agree that your academic qualifications and teaching level are in line with our standards, but unfortunately...]

Huihara received a text message on her mobile phone, and she was not hired this time either.

Considering that the educational resources in her hometown are better, she took advantage of her daughter's summer vacation to return to her hometown, wanting to find a job here so that she can transfer here after graduating from Tongzhi Junior High School.

But since returning to the city, she has been rejected by three high schools.

She met the educational requirements and had few problems during the interview. Huihara had no idea why she was rejected and could only attribute it to her lack of experience and poor resume.

Today, she also brought her daughter with her. During the interview, her daughter basically waited for her outside, and then they went home together. After all, it was a place she hadn't been back to for a long time, and Huibara was worried about leaving Kirori alone at home.

While waiting for the bus, Huihara received a call.

The note above is "Hong Shangying", who was her friend before high school, but later went abroad.

After they separated, they would occasionally contact each other by phone, but it was always the other party calling themselves, because international calls were very expensive and Huihara herself was reluctant to make them.

Recently, I heard that this Bo Kushi who studied abroad is coming back.

It seemed that after a phone call with her, he suddenly said he wanted to come back. Huihara didn't know the details, but it had little to do with her.

Huiyuan answered the phone.

Since the bus hadn't arrived yet, Huihara started chatting with the other person.

"You've already gotten off the plane? Right in Fengyuan City..."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Hong Shangying seemed to have arrived.

[Lily, where have you been living lately? You must have just arrived.]

“I live in my old house.”

Even so, she still didn't know the place very well. After a few years in college, the city had been renovated so much that she hardly recognized it anymore. Moreover, her family used to live in the old city area, and she had to find a job in the new city area.

[Are you tired of looking for a job recently? Do you want to stay with me for a while? I just found a new home and it has been renovated for a while...]

Huibara lowered her head and did not answer immediately.

[We haven't seen each other for a long time, can you go out for dinner with me? ]

"Let's talk about it later..."

Although based on Huihara's understanding of Hong Shangying, what he just said was probably not just a polite remark, she still refused.

She didn't really want to go out with this former friend.

After all, so many years have passed, and their lives now are very different.

[Okay, is there anything I can help you with?]

Hui originally wanted to just brush it off like she did just now, but when she lowered her head, she saw her daughter who was holding her hand and looked a little sleepy.

Should I trouble this old friend...I can treat him to a meal later.

After all, it is a rare holiday, and I would feel a little sorry for my daughter if she had to follow me to the interview place every day.

"... Could you please look after my daughter for me? Just for a few days."

If she still doesn't get a job in a few days, she should consider giving up and looking for another type of job.

[Okay, okay, of course no problem, I will take good care of you...]

The voice on the other end of the phone was happy at first, then it slowed down little by little, and finally became as if it was stagnant.

【………daughter?】

Chapter 2 Big Sister

Now, probably during the summer vacation, the woman does not need to go to work, but she still takes the bus as usual every morning, sometimes to the cafe, sometimes to the library, and sometimes back to her workplace to handle some temporary work.

A few days later, the woman saw the mother and daughter again.

It seems that the mother failed to find a job.

The woman was also very curious about when this little girl with glasses would be able to find a job.

Moreover, considering that the places where girls get off are basically near schools, the woman guessed that she was probably applying for a teaching position.

After a while, the woman raised her head and looked at the sky. Judging from the weather, it would probably rain for the next two days.

She was not from here, but came here to live because of some things. After living here for many years, she got used to the weather here. Now, like the locals, she can tell when it is going to rain at a glance.

If you are going out tomorrow, you will need to bring an umbrella.

For women, rainy days are also good. The surroundings will be quieter, the mood can be calmer, and time will go slower than usual.

The next day, the sky was a little darker than usual.

That morning, the woman met the girl with a gloomy temperament as usual, but this time, her daughter did not seem to come with her.

The female student was standing there alone waiting for the bus, on such a cloudy day.

Although it is very common to see such a person outside.

But the woman just felt that this female student had a pitiful temperament, like a homeless stray puppy.

The female student would occasionally glance at the woman casually, probably because they had already encountered each other like this many times in the morning, but there was no communication between them.

Originally, if this continued, they would have no communication in the future.

Until the woman suddenly felt something cold on her head, as if water drops had fallen on her hair. She looked up and saw that gray clouds had covered the city at some point.

Soon, drop after drop of rain fell to the ground, staining the bricks and asphalt. It was raining in the city, and the rain would soon get heavier.

The woman took out the umbrella she had prepared earlier and blocked the rain, but when she looked to the side, she found that the female student did not bring an umbrella and just stayed there, letting the rain get to her.

In less than half a minute, the rain soaked the girl student's shoulders, her white collar was stained with wet spots, her hair was wet with water droplets, and her already gloomy face became even paler.

The bus was about to arrive, so the female student was probably afraid of missing the bus and did not hide from the rain.

Although the two of them didn't know each other, the woman couldn't bear to see the other one getting wet in the rain.

She walked over and held an umbrella for the female student.

Fortunately, her umbrella was big enough, otherwise she and the female student were all quite tall and someone might get wet.

The female student looked a little surprised, but still lowered her head and whispered:

"Thank you."

The other person was as shy as he looked and spoke in a very low voice.

The woman said calmly:

"You can... move closer to me, be careful not to get wet."

The female student seemed to be embarrassed and was leaning a little toward the outside, so she might have gotten a little wet.

The female student then leaned closer into the umbrella and inevitably stuck to the woman's body.

The female student was about 1.7 meters tall, or slightly shorter, but very thin. When he got close to the woman, he looked slender and fragile, forcing the woman to move carefully.

Perhaps it was the pale face of the female student, or perhaps it was the depressed eyes like a wet puppy, the woman couldn't help but feel a little pity for this girl who was much younger than herself.

"Are you from out of town?"

The woman wanted to find some topic.

It seems that the child is not familiar with the local weather, otherwise he would not forget to bring an umbrella.

"I went to school here when I was young, and then went to college in a nearby city. I haven't been back for a long time."

The female student still looked quiet and gloomy.

Just now, she was more or less caught in the rain, and there were still many water droplets on her hair. Now they were falling down along the wet hair ends, and some of them were sliding down onto her skin, bringing with them a gloomy and broken beauty.

"Are you looking for a job recently? I seem to have seen you in the morning these two days."

The woman is several years older than the other man, so it is more natural for her to find topics to talk about.

And the female student nodded:

"I applied for a teaching position, but failed."

“Are they all college teachers?”

In fact, from a woman's point of view, one can start by being a junior high school teacher.

"My daughter is going to high school, so I want to start as a high school teacher."

It seems that it was not a misunderstanding. The little girl two days ago was indeed the daughter of this female student.

But now it seems like she has just started looking for a job, and her daughter is already that old... or is it that the child just looks young?

Because the woman was absorbed in her thoughts, she kept looking at the female student next to her, but unknowingly, her attention was drawn away by the female student in front of her.

Although the female student gave people an inconspicuous feeling at first, but when you get closer, you will feel that she is indeed a rare beauty. As women, women can probably better understand the charm of each other.

When the woman saw the water droplets on the girl student's head again, she subconsciously reached out her hand, stroked the girl student's head, and gently wiped away the rain.

This action is somewhat intimate, but fortunately they are of the same sex and there is a big age difference between them.

Being suddenly touched on the head, the female student lowered her face and blushed slightly:

"Thanks………"

Perhaps she felt the woman's friendliness and tenderness, so after a while, the female student also asked:

"Are you... a local?"

The woman shook her head.

“I used to be from out of town.”

She came here to work a few years ago, and both her job and her place to live were chosen in a hurry.

The bus doesn't seem to be coming yet.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rain or the traffic jam that made me arrive a little later than usual.

There's nothing wrong with chatting for a while.

The female student was a little surprised.

"Why come to this kind of city?"

Although the city of Maplefield has developed very well in recent years due to its promotion as the hometown of magical girls, in the female student's impression, for a period of time before she went to college, this place had always been a remote and poor place with few people coming here.

The woman looked very elegant, and it seemed that she was wearing a lot of brand-name items that she couldn't name. She was also very beautiful, like someone who came from a big city.

After hearing this question, the woman thought for a while——

"I came... to find my sister."

Normally, she would not tell others why she came here, but for some reason, she told the woman in front of her who was much younger than her without much hesitation.