The next morning, Xia Mo brought her two juniors to the outskirts of Xinghai City, stopping outside an abandoned park.
This was the meeting place Senior Bai Ye had told her about yesterday.
After all, training with three people was different from training alone—there was no way a rooftop in the city center could accommodate three magical girls.
“Senior Bai Ye isn’t here yet?”
Luo Shuangxing rose on her tiptoes and looked around, her voice filled with curiosity.
“She said to meet here at 10 a.m., so we’re probably about half an hour early,” Xia Mo said with a gentle smile, shaking her head.
Senior Bai Ye had always been extremely punctual—so punctual it was almost excessive.
She was never late, nor early. She always arrived precisely on time.
Originally, Xia Mo had planned to bring Luo Shuangxing and Siam over right before ten, but her two energetic juniors were too excited—they insisted on meeting Senior Bai Ye early.
Unable to refuse them, Xia Mo brought them over ahead of time.
And of course, as expected, Bai Ye, who was obsessed with punctuality, had not yet arrived.
“It’s all your fault, Ling Lan, nya. We could’ve rested a bit longer at the command post, nya.”
Siam’s ears drooped, and her tail swayed weakly.
The sun was too intense, and she was starting to feel overwhelmed.
Even under the shade of the trees, the sweltering air made her feel sluggish.
“I just think that since we’re meeting a senior, it’s only polite to arrive a bit early. It wouldn’t be good to keep her waiting.”
Luo Shuangxing immediately retorted, her tone cautious and thoughtful.
“Senior Moli Xiang, don’t you think that makes sense?”
As she spoke, Luo Shuangxing tossed the question to Xia Mo, who was spacing out.
“Ah?”
Xia Mo blinked, then gave a noncommittal laugh.
She could understand Ling Lan’s point of view.
After all, it was her first time meeting Senior Bai Ye, so she didn’t know her habits yet.
After a few more meetings, she’d get used to it and probably wouldn’t think this way anymore.
“Alright, you two, stop arguing. The senior likes to arrive exactly on time, so let’s just wait patiently.”
“We’re not arguing!”
“Not arguing, nya!”
Luo Shuangxing and Siam responded in unison.
“Okay, okay, you’re not arguing. You’re both good girls.”
“Then good girls deserve a hug from our senior!”
Luo Shuangxing opened her arms, playfully trying to sneak a hug from their mentor.
But halfway there, Siam suddenly jumped in and blocked her.
“Bad Ling Lan, no sneaky hugs, nya!”
The two girls tangled together and tumbled onto the grassy lawn in a heap.
Watching her two juniors rolling around and bonding so energetically, Xia Mo couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Such lively girls.
When Luo Shuangyue arrived exactly on time at the abandoned park, what she saw was this chaotic, almost cartoonish scene.
Ling Lan and Siam were grabbing each other’s faces and rolling around on the grass, while Moli Xiang stood nearby with a gratified and satisfied expression—it was all quite bizarre.
These three didn’t even notice her arrival, completely immersed in their own world.
Their alertness was so poor that, had she been an enemy, they’d be done for.
“Had enough fun?”
She coughed heavily and called out in a mildly displeased tone, reminding the girls they weren’t here to fool around.
“Senior!”
Xia Mo was the first to react, looking at Luo Shuangyue a little embarrassedly.
Ling Lan and Siam quickly stopped playing, ran back, and lined up obediently beside Moli Xiang.
So this was the legendary Senior Bai Ye?
Luo Shuangxing looked curiously at the white-clad girl standing before them.
She didn’t know why, but she felt an aura from the other girl that made her want to get closer.
Especially those golden eyes—they were exactly the same as her memory of her mother’s eyes!
Siam, on the other hand, glanced at Luo Shuanyue, then at Luo Shuangxing.
A flicker of suspicion flashed through her amber vertical pupils.
She noticed that Ling Lan and this Senior Bai Ye looked somewhat alike.
Although their temperaments and clothing were very different, there was a sense of continuity in their color schemes and styles.
Bai Ye dressed in white tones, and so did Ling Lan.
Bai Ye had white hair and golden eyes; so did Ling Lan.
Bai Ye wore four long pigtails, and Ling Lan had two long and two short braids.
Ling Lan looked just like a younger version of Bai Ye!
“Your director asked me to give you special training, so I assume you’re mentally prepared.”
Luo Shuanyue’s cold gaze swept across the faces of the three magical girls as she spoke in a chilly tone.
“My training isn’t something you can get through with a few laughs.”
“Don’t give me that skeptical look. If you don’t believe me, just ask your Senior
Midsummer—she’s already been through two rounds of training.”
Luo Shuanyue chuckled lightly. It didn’t matter if they didn’t believe her now—they’d get to experience the intensity for themselves soon enough.
“For now, get going and run some laps!”
“Midsummer, you go fly a hundred laps first.”
“Ah, okay,” Xia Mo replied.
Once she sent Xia Mo off, Luo Shuanyue turned to the remaining two magical girls.
She approached Siam first, the catgirl, and gently pressed a hand on her shoulder.
“Meow!”
Siam’s fur stood on end.
She felt as if a terrifying beast had gripped her in its claws. |
So this is the fearsome power of Senior Bai Ye?
No wonder she was a legendary magical girl!
“You’re different from other magical girls… hmm… Go run ten laps around Xinghai City. Remember—run, don’t fly.”
“Understood, meow!”
With Siam sent off as well, only Ling Lan remained.
Luo Shuanyue turned to the final white-haired girl, a faint smirk curling on her lips.
You annoying little brat… finally in my hands now, aren’t you?
“Senior, don’t look at me like that, you’re scaring me.”
Luo Shuangxing shivered.
Why did she feel like there was murder in this senior’s eyes?
And for some reason, every time she made eye contact with Bai Ye, it felt like her momentum got completely crushed—just like when she faced her mom or older brother.
“Don’t be scared. I’m not a bad person. Just like Midsummer, you can start by flying a hundred laps as a warm-up.”
“One hundred?!”