Ye Xingling looked around, seeing the inexplicable urging in the eyes of her former classmates and teachers, and a certain indescribable feeling arose in her heart.
She seemed to be starting to understand why senior Qiluo chose monsters as the only enemy of magical girls.
That look was like Prince Dan of Yan asking Jing Ke when he would depart—saying it was concern, but in reality, it was pushing the other toward the execution ground. This moment was just like that moment.
But as a magical girl, she had gained the recognition of the Magical Girl Gem and obtained the abilities of a magical girl. What did the Magical Girl Gem wish for her to protect?
“It looks like our magical girl miss doesn’t really trust me. How about I tell you the locations of all the timed bombs in this school? You can try to disarm them before they explode. We’ll stay out of each other’s way, what do you think?”
The head of the terrorists glanced down at the time, revealing a sinister smile under his black hood.
Without a doubt, there was absolutely no time. Ye Xingling’s mobility couldn’t support her finding those bombs, let alone neutralizing the magic within them.
‘What to do…’
Ye Xingling stared intently at the second floor, at the terrorist who was leaning on the glass railing and looking down at her.
Of course, she wasn’t stupid. He was just trying to buy time and shake the faith of her classmates, teachers, and herself. But she, who was not good with words, neither had the strength to defeat all the terrorists, nor the ability to disarm the timed bombs, nor the eloquence to ignite hope in her classmates and teachers.
She could only silently endure even his taunts.
‘Senior… and brother… when will you get here? I need you so much…’
“Oh? Not even willing to make that choice? What a naive, foolish girl. You can’t achieve anything by just acting on impulse.”
“Dear classmates, why don’t you persuade this magical girl, who is also your classmate? Perhaps if enough people beg, she might change her mind and come up here as a hostage herself. The heavy responsibility of saving yourselves now falls on you.”
The terrorist wore a triumphant smile, mocking as he randomly pointed at a female student crouching on the ground.
“You, you go ahead. Let our magical girl miss hear the voices of her classmates. How about that?”
The pointed female student looked around in confusion, then woke up with a start. Trembling, she stood up, her eyes darting uncertainly at Ye Xingling, and she whispered a plea.
“Magical girl… please help us…”
One word seemed to stir a thousand waves. Immediately, those who had been holding back began their verbal attacks on the magical girl, who had her head bowed, without any burden.
“Why beg her? Let’s throw her up there together!”
“She’s only thinking about herself, never about us!”
“Ultimately, magical girls are just heretics!”
The voices gradually overwhelmed the magical girl in the corner, whose head was bowed as low as it could go.
Ye Xingling’s shoulders trembled slightly as she tried hard not to cry, her nose stinging. She hated this sort of thing more than anything, but now the very plot she had scoffed at in novels was happening to her.
“Boss! Bad news!”
Two ragged terrorists ran in from outside, shouting loudly, interrupting the classmates’ denunciation.
“Hmm? Are the magical girls here?”
On the second floor, the man they called “Boss” frowned.
Calculating the time, those magical girls should be arriving. If those troublesome ones came… he would have no choice but to die together with them.
No, he couldn’t die. He didn’t care if anyone else died, but he didn’t want to die. In that case…
“No, that’s not it!”
The terrorist shouted in panic, as if he had seen something terrifying.
“Then what is it? Speak!”
The “Boss” snapped impatiently.
“Three women! One of them knows a lot of magic! She knocked down all our brothers!”
The speaking terrorist gestured wildly, describing whatever had terrified him.
“Not magical girls? Are you sure?”
“No, definitely not!”
After receiving the subordinate’s confirmation, the “Boss” slammed his hand on the armrest beside him.
What the hell was this now? Before the magical girls even arrived, his defenses outside had already collapsed? He didn’t remember any important figure in the Sixth Middle School. First a magical girl, then three mysterious women…
Why was he so unlucky?
At this moment, he no longer had any interest in using words to incite the classmates and Ye Xingling. He frowned and pondered his “way out of the deadlock.”
“Boss! The magical girls are here too! The pink and white ones you mentioned are all here! There are two pink ones!”
Before he could respond, the subordinate staying in the monitoring room on the second floor also ran over in panic and reported in his ear.
Two pink ones, one white one… Qiluo, Qiansheng, Yunque… the three most troublesome ones had all come out together. These magical girl bitches were really making a big deal.
“No time to mess around with you!”
The “Boss” growled low, leaped without regard for the classmates below his landing point, stepped on an unlucky one, who screamed. He then charged straight toward Ye Xingling.
If he could capture her, he still had a chance. At worst, he would make her die with him!
Ye Xingling lowered her head, as if unaware of the impending danger.
‘Heh, can’t take it anymore? Indeed, heaven never seals off all exits!’
A hint of glee rose in the “Boss’s” heart.
The next second, he saw the magical girl raise her head, revealing her starry-blue eyes filled with tears.
“The culprit of all…”
Ye Xingling said in a voice no one could hear clearly, reaching out her hand toward the man grabbing at her.
A chill suddenly appeared around her. The temperature inside the teaching building plummeted. Students nearby shivered from the sudden drop in temperature.
“Tch, bluffing!”
Soon, the “Boss” didn’t think so anymore.
In his vision, tears on the ice-blue magical girl’s face froze and then shattered.
And in her outstretched hand, a crystal ball the size of her palm seemed to appear.
Cold air burst from the crystal ball, rushing toward the man in an instant. The icy wind blocked his advance, and a layer of white ice covered the hand that was reaching for her collar.
They say magical girls are all about heart! How can they be so heart-driven?! Jumping from Light-Containing Level to First Night Grade at a time like this?!
A green magic circle appeared in the pupils of the “Boss’s” eyes as he stared at the magical girl who had just advanced to First Night Grade.