The smell of killing intent. This shift was truly unsettling—the copywriting team was full of werewolves.
He couldn’t tell them the results. Due to confidentiality rules from when he served as an interviewer, Song Wuli had no idea how many points Old Song had actually given.
“Look, Team Leader Song’s head is tilted at a 30-degree angle. Is that nervousness?”
Chang Kaihuai chatted with Chang Yong.
“He hasn’t done anything to feel guilty about, so he must have let us off and given us high scores.”
Chang Yong’s reasoning was quite sound.
“No, no, no. The team leader is working very seriously right now, which means he hasn’t…”
This was the atmosphere in Copywriting Team 2 now—everyone was suspicious of each other.
Seeing that Song Wuli was staying tight-lipped and refusing to talk, the two young men quietly went to sound out the leader of Team 1.
That team leader refused to speak at first too.
It wasn’t until Greta stepped in, bringing over a drink, that the leader of Team 1 couldn’t hold out and revealed part of it.
“I can only say, your Team Leader Song—he’s tough!”
The leader of Team 1 gave a thumbs-up.
What did that mean? Still didn’t get it.
Chang Kaihuai brought over boxed meals, and Chang Yong ordered an extra dish.
Under the assault of the three of them, the leader of Team 1 truly couldn’t hold out anymore.
“The score your Team Leader Song gave is this.”
The leader of Team 1 pointed toward the sky.
Now they understood.
That evening, no matter how Song Wuli refused, these young people insisted on inviting him to dinner.
They said it was the youngsters’ way of thanking Old Song. What business did they have going? Qian Dehao and Huang Yijun politely declined the invitation to join. Since they didn’t go, they didn’t end up being third wheels. He had no choice but to go.
Chang Kaihuai chose the place—Yinlin Street again, the same familiar barbecue restaurant.
The waitress at the entrance, tasked with luring in customers, called out in a coquettish voice:
“Welcome! I’m Magical Girl Xiaoyin, waiting for your meal.”
Another half-costume cosplay waitress, wearing a stiff fake smile.
“She’s not even trying to act, carrying malice, not a single resemblance.”
“Not small at all, not silver at all.”
Greta’s face was full of disdain.
It was rare to see Greta so openly mock someone with malice—it stunned Song Wuli.
Although what she said was true and the assessment was correct, these words… it was best not to say them out loud.
“If you want to ride on the coattails of Magical Girls, at least put in some effort. This cheap look of yours—aren’t you just trying to gross people out?”
Greta was still going, firing on all cylinders.
Old Song hurriedly pushed Greta inside. The waitress at the entrance was already teary-eyed—if she kept going, the girl would lose her job.
Chang Kaihuai quickly apologized to the waitress.
This restaurant was his choice. He’d heard about Team Leader Song’s situation and knew about his “interests,” so he had deliberately invited Old Song to Yinlin Street for a meal, specifically picking a restaurant related to Magical Girls.
Once inside, Greta was still fuming, though no one knew why.
Could she be a Silver Guard?
Everyone was a bit curious.
Chang Kaihuai quickly ordered the dishes. To defuse the conflict, Chang Yong ordered a small side dish for Greta as an apology.
Greta still looked displeased.
After they sat down, the owner, aware of their dispute, deliberately brought over a small gift box and struck up a conversation:
“Team Leader Song, this is a token of respect for you.”
He said this while placing a box on the table.
Oh, so this was prepared in advance—bought beforehand, not on the spot.
“No, no. Isn’t this just bribery?”
While declining, Song Wuli pulled the box toward himself.
After removing the outermost sleeve, the gift’s packaging box was revealed. The moment Song Wuli saw it, his expression soured, and he quickly stuffed it back.
“I can’t accept this. As a team leader, I can’t take gifts from colleagues.”
He pushed it back—this time he really couldn’t accept it.
“No, no. It’s already bought. It was meant for you anyway.”
Chang Yong pushed it back again.
He looked at Greta again—her expression was strange. The way she looked at them was like she was looking at trash, but the way she looked at the gift was like she’d found a treasure.
“How about you give it to me then.”
Greta’s cheek had actually thickened—she wanted it.
“This is for Team Leader Song. Let’s see how he handles it.”
Chang Yong still wanted to give it away.
“I didn’t accept it. Ask him how he’ll handle it.”
Song Wuli still refused.
If Chang Yong had given a graphics card, or some money, Old Song would have accepted it.
“You’re giving me a pair of high heels in front of everyone—how am I supposed to accept that?”
After hemming and hawing for ages, the high heels ended up being bought by Greta for 1,288 Asian Dollars, with Old Song and Chang Yong splitting half each.
After that, they grilled meat and drank.
A few bottles in, Chang Yong and Chang Kaihuai couldn’t control their mouths and started telling anecdotes about Song Wuli and high heels.
They’d heard it from Xiao Liu and the other two, and Xiao Liu and the others had undoubtedly heard it from Qian Dehao or Huang Yijun.
This is what brothers do—they’ll air out even your underwear. If they knew how long it was, they’d probably tell everyone that too.
It had now spread through the copywriting team: Copywriting Team 2’s Team Leader Song was a foot fetishist who liked looking at cute girls’ feet and shoes, especially Yinlin’s.
That was also why Chang Yong had bought him a pair of Yinlin cosplay high heels as a gift.
This misunderstanding was probably impossible to clear up now.
After dinner, everyone went back to work overtime.
That night, he received messages from Magical Girl Wanzi and Huang Yi. They both said the same thing.
Huang Yi mentioned that the Defeated Team’s headquarters was carrying out a plan targeting Magical Girls, actively contacting some Magical Girls for cooperation.
Strange, right? They wanted to deal with Magical Girls, yet they hoped to get Magical Girls’ help.
This was a rare case of the Defeated Team bowing their heads. Normally they thought about dealing with Magical Girls, but now they were seeking Magical Girls’ help.
Huang Yi was continuing to gather intelligence and told Yin Lin to be careful recently and not to go out randomly.
Even though the Temporary Shipping Day was approaching, she absolutely must not let her guard down against the Human Alliance.
Wanzi’s side also gave some different information—several Magical Girls she knew had suddenly received invitations. The other party claimed to be from the Human Alliance and wanted to discuss cooperation.
At first, she thought it was about defending Yiri City or aiding the Temporary Shipping Day. But upon investigation, the ones who had contacted these Magical Girls turned out to be the Defeated Team’s headquarters.
That was not right at all.
Combining Wanzi’s and Huang Yi’s intelligence, it could be deduced that the Defeated Team was searching for Magical Girls to use against Yin Lin.
Why?
Because the Magical Girls the Defeated Team sought for cooperation were all mechanics-based Magical Girls.
This was the most likely way to defeat Yin Lin.
As everyone knew, Magical Girl Silver Lin’s ability values were practically the ceiling for Magical Girls—there was no way to defeat her head-on.
Her attribute values were like Attack 999, Defense 999, MP 999, 1r.
No matter whether it was punching or kicking, the damage dealt was 0.
A Magical Girl like Huan Hong, who only had brute force and no mechanics, could hardly deal with Yin Lin.
So what kind of person could pose a massive threat to Magical Girl Silver Lin?
Undoubtedly, a Magical Girl like Greenfield, who possessed extremely strong mechanics—using mechanics to counter Yin Lin.
Besides Greenfield, there were also Magical Girls with area slowdown; Magical Girls who obstructed mana flow; Magical Girls who created cages to trap an area.
This intelligence came from Wanzi.
What was the Defeated Team doing seeking these Magical Girls who couldn’t even solo a low-level Demonic Creature, but were experts at team play?
The previous line was: “Your Sima Zhao’s Heart is known even to pigs.”