A newcomer from another district arrived at the company, which was somewhat novel.
The supervisor had also received the news and took a few laps around here during work hours.
His gaze lingered intentionally and unintentionally on Rita—curious and admiring, nothing else.
He even went a few times to strike up a conversation with Rita: “If you have any questions about work, feel free to ask me or Team Leader Song. Are you getting used to being here? Have you encountered any difficulties?”
To be honest, Liu and Zhao never had this kind of treatment before. After working here so long, the supervisor had spoken to them no more than once.
Even the other two who joined at the same time didn’t get such treatment; Song Wuli didn’t even know their names.
Thinking this, he glanced again at his phone.
Rita used a nickname in the work chat instead of her real name; no one knew what her real name was.
The two other newly hired young people also used nicknames.
They looked like fresh graduates who didn’t know anything about the workplace.
Then there was Song Wuli, who had long been shaped by the company’s culture. The first thing he did after joining the new work chat was change his nickname to his real name.
When the leader assigned a task, the reply had to be “Received.” When the leader said something foolish, just pretend you didn’t see it.
When Old Song saw the naive, clueless looks on these young people’s faces, a warm feeling grew inside him. He was reminded of his own youth.
So, he let them be, neither criticizing nor correcting them.
Work continued, and after a while, Huang Yijun arrived.
His new department was far from here and clearly out of his way, so it was obvious he came on purpose.
He nudged Old Song’s side with his elbow, lowered his voice, and asked quietly, “Not cool, Old Song. There’s such a beautiful girl from another district here, and you didn’t tell me?”
Song Wuli whispered back, “It’s just a few new hires. Is it worth making such a fuss about?”
Huang Yijun: “Honestly, are you interested? I’ll help you out.”
Song Wuli: “Interested? Not at all. I’m not thinking about that right now.”
Huang Yijun: “You’re 34 already, aren’t you worried? I’m worried for you. Listen to me, just go for her.”
Song Wuli was silent for a few seconds, seriously considering it.
But in the end, he shook his head: “Not now, too much going on recently.”
Indeed, there were many matters to handle: dealing with异魔, the Genesis Artifacts, the contract goddess—too many things related to magical girls demanding his attention.
“Shy, huh?” Huang Yijun seemed genuinely worried. “I’ll help you feel things out.”
Without waiting for Song Wuli’s resistance, he walked over to Rita.
“Hello.” Huang Yijun leaned against the divider of her cubicle. “I’m the former Team Leader of Copywriting Group Two, now assistant to the director. Surname Huang.”
He extended his hand for a handshake.
The woman turned her head, first looking at his face, then his hand, then noticed his attire.
Her expression softened considerably, and she smiled: “Hello, you like magical girls too?”
Eh? The topic was unexpected.
Huang Yijun perked up immediately and asked back, “You do too? Who do you like?”
Rita replied, “I like a certain form, and the magical girl form is especially beautiful.”
It was a bit abstract, and Huang Yijun didn’t quite get it, so he changed the subject: “By the way, I want to recommend our Lord and Heavenly Father, our Saintess Yinlin. She shines as brightly as a star in the sky, warm like the sun that comforts our hearts.”
“Really?” The woman smiled lightly. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
Suddenly the conversation hit a dead end.
Huang Yijun remembered what he came to do and steered the topic back: “My good friend wants to meet you. Are you free?”
Here it came.
He nodded toward Old Song.
The woman’s expression gradually turned neutral as she shook her head: “Sorry, I have things to do.”
A polite refusal.
Huang Yijun was reluctant but didn’t want to press further and left, bringing the bad news to Song Wuli.
Old Song was somewhat relieved—no need to think about office romance.
After seeing Huang off, he resumed work and noticed the supervisor had sent a meeting notice for today.
The familiar end-of-day meeting.
Old Song gave the newbies a little lesson and forwarded the meeting notice to the Copywriting Group Two chat.
Liu and the others were getting familiar and vented freely: “Ugh, another meeting.”
The newcomers said nothing; their frustration was still low. After a month, every meeting at the end of the day would raise their anger levels.
At lunch, some even came to Song Wuli, asking what kind of meeting it was and what to watch out for.
They took the routine meeting seriously.
Song Wuli felt a bit embarrassed and explained that it was just a routine meeting; nothing needed to be done except listen to the boss’s rambling.
Rita didn’t know what “rambling” meant, so Song Wuli explained that the meeting was like being a background actor, just playing the audience. She finally understood.
At noon, as usual, Old Song went to lunch with Huang Yijun and Qian Dehao.
Since he lowered his frequency of transforming into a magical girl, he had more time to hang out with the brothers.
Naturally, they talked again about that dazzling woman from another district.
Huang Yijun didn’t know why, but he really wanted to set her up with Old Song.
“Old Song, we’ve known each other for so many years. I really want to see you settle down,” Huang Yijun said, lecturing like an old father.
“I do have a lot on my plate right now. It’s not convenient at the moment,” Song Wuli still wasn’t planning to pursue her.
“I’ll ask you a question. Answer honestly.” Huang Yijun suddenly got serious. “You’re not secretly into our Yinlin, are you? Let me tell you—that’s a crime. Not sure if she’s even fourteen yet. Don’t overthink it.”
Song Wuli was too tired to argue and just kept eating.
His phone buzzed, and he used the excuse of going to the restroom.
In the bathroom, he pulled out his silver phone and checked the messages.
In the chat of the Golden, Silver, and Red Sisters, Huanhong had @-mentioned Jinluan and Yinlin, saying they had found an异魔 outside the City Outer Ring.
It was a low-level异魔, asking if they wanted to help.
Huh? Did it take all three sisters to handle a low-level异魔? That seemed unlikely.
Anyway, Song Wuli declined, saying he was busy at school and couldn’t go out.
This time Jinluan hadn’t gone either; she had activities at school.
Since Huanhong could handle low-level异魔 on her own, she was left to deal with it.
It should have been an easy victory, and the next time Song Wuli checked his phone, it would probably be good news.
But there was an unexpected turn.
The next time he saw Huanhong was in Liang Tai’s livestream.
After lunch, taking a short nap, he woke up before work and noticed Liang Tai had been streaming for half an hour.
The livestream showed Huanhong battling the low-level异魔. Liang Tai was impressive, almost always present at异魔 incidents, often arriving faster than the Failure Squad or the Special Task Force.
His filming skills were excellent, knowing just the right angles to make the footage look great.
When Huanhong landed the final blow, Liang Tai zoomed in for a close-up—so cool, capturing Huanhong’s most spectacular moment.
After defeating the异魔, Huanhong rested briefly and was about to leave as usual when she suddenly looked up, alert, staring at the sky.
Liang Tai quickly focused the livestream camera upward, revealing a green figure.
That was… the magical girl ranked second on the Wanted List, right after Black Phoenix: Greenfield!
I feel this Rita girl is either Jinluan who said she was soon 18 or one of the wanted magical girl