Chapter 50: The mouth is hard, the buttocks are soft

Xia Shiyao didn’t say anything more—she must have gone off to take care of something.

Huan Hong probably went to the scene as well, to observe that shot from the Orbital Mana Cannon just now.

Yin Lin ate her fill and had a drink, then went to take a bath. Today, she still maintained her Yin Lin state, terrified that if she changed back, the Contract Goddess would deny everything.

Anyway, she just had to survive two more days—now, only one day was left.

When she came out of the bathroom, her hair was too long, so she gave it a quick blow-dry.

It was a hassle, and she didn’t dry it completely.

Instead, she leaned against the sofa, playing on her phone, letting her silvery long hair hang down to air dry naturally.

Late at night, Xia Shiyao sent a message: The advanced demonic being isn’t dead. It escaped. You need to be careful.

Huh? It didn’t die? Come on, after that blast, nothing should’ve survived—there was a crater a full kilometer in diameter at the scene.

How could an advanced demonic being survive that?

Xia Shiyao gave a brief explanation.

What method did the advanced demonic being use to survive?

No one knew yet.

But there was definitely a faint Mana presence moving away.

When they tried to chase it, the presence vanished—concealed itself.

Most likely, it tunneled underground, and the earth absorbed some of the damage.

That shot from the Orbital Mana Cannon didn’t deal its full damage.

Of course, this was all just speculation. The details still needed to be investigated.

Once her hair was dry, Yin Lin went to bed as well.

Sleeping in a magical girl’s body was uncomfortable—the two lumps on her chest made it awkward to lie on her stomach or on her side.

No matter what, it was just uncomfortable.

Old Song, a grown man, had lived in a man’s body for thirty-four years, long since grown fond of that tall, mighty frame that could kill an ox with one punch.

Now, this body just wasn’t something he could ever get used to.

That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep well. It was quite the ordeal.

She even had a nightmare while dozing off.

In the dream, she saw herself barking like a dog, making the pitiful sounds of a loser.

It was ten—no, nine—parts embarrassing.

She jerked awake! Oh, it was just a dream.

She lay down again and tried to sleep.

Finally, she made it to morning.

Groggy, she stumbled to the bathroom, glanced in the mirror, and was startled.

Who was this woman?!

It took two seconds for her to snap out of it. Wasn’t this just herself?

She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and fixed her hair.

She grabbed something from the fridge to make breakfast.

After eating, she could watch the news and chat with Diamond for a while.

The advanced demonic being incident on TV was nearing its end.

Through the investigation, they found a tunnel underground—the escape route of the advanced demonic being.

Xia Shiyao really called it.

Experts analyzed that even if the advanced demonic being wasn’t dead, it should be severely crippled.

It wouldn’t dare approach the city again and would instinctively flee to the outskirts, trying to leave the city and return to the wilderness of the Demonic Being Zone.

Yin Lin yawned as she tidied herself up, put on her regular uniform, and wore her Fake Hair.

And, most importantly, the band-aid, before heading out to her part-time job.

Along the way, she attracted a lot of secret glances from people.

She kept checking herself, making sure there were no flaws in her appearance.

When she arrived at the milk tea shop, there were fewer customers today—there wasn’t even a line.

The shift schedule didn’t have Yao Ruoning’s name on it.

When the door opened and they saw her arrive, a few tables of customers inside let out exclamations of luck.

Little Yao had even learned to act cute, putting her hands together and bowing to the customers inside: “Please, everyone, don’t tell anyone I’m working part-time today. Please.”

“No problem! If Little Yao says so, it’s as good as my own words. Anyone who spreads the news, their whole family won’t escape death.” One customer joked.

The shop manager smiled and greeted Yao Ruoning as well.

This manager was really considerate—originally, she’d hired Yao Ruoning to cosplay as Yin Lin and ride on Yin Lin’s popularity.

But now, she even had to keep it a secret, running the business at a loss—she was just spoiling Yao Ruoning.

Inside the back room, she carefully changed her clothes, picking a well-hidden spot to avoid being secretly photographed.

After changing, she put on her Fake Hair, checked several times to make sure there were no problems, and then left the back room.

She was especially careful today, because she remembered the personality she was playing—she was gradually drifting toward a bratty tomboy.

And bratty tomboys had one trait: they were easy to get counterattacked.

If she inherited that trait, things would go terribly wrong.

This made Yin Lin even more alert—she was careful in everything, lest she really get counterattacked today and lose to the Contract Goddess.

The morning was uneventful—all regulars, and there were fewer people, so she didn’t have to run around.

She just stayed behind the bar, using it to hide her body.

As long as no one saw her, the risk of exposure was lower.

She muddled through until the afternoon. She didn’t see Huang Yijun at lunch, nor did Little Fatty come by.

They really were watching the shift schedule—only coming when they saw Yao Ruoning was working.

Because her name wasn’t on today’s schedule, Yao Ruoning got to slack off, and the end of her shift drew closer.

Started work at 9 in the morning, had an hour break at noon, and could get off at 6 in the evening.

Much easier than working at a company—there, she’d have to work overtime till 9 p.m. every day.

Normally, Yao Ruoning might have to work overtime at the milk tea shop too, but not these past two days.

She kept an eye on the clock—finally, it was almost 5 p.m., just one hour left! Soon, she’d get to hear the Contract Goddess make the pitiful cry of a loser.

She was in a great mood.

When someone came in, she even greeted them with a cheerful “Welcome!” The joy was written all over her face.

Suddenly, she heard the door open again.

She quickly said in a gentle voice, “Welcome—”

But her smile froze, turning from joy to sorrow in a second.

“—Welcome.” The last two words came out flat.

Yes, it was that most annoying woman.

“Aren’t you curious how I knew you were here?” Xia Shiyao’s tone was much colder than usual, still holding a grudge from being teased yesterday.

“Would you like to order, miss?” Yin Lin tried to change the subject.

Xia Shiyao sat down at table 3 again, ordered juice, and deliberately read the slogan in a displeased tone, making Yin Lin prepare the juice herself.

The next hour was tough. After 6 p.m., she quickly finished up.

There was still a little time left before the 48 hours were up—it would probably last until midnight or morning.

As long as she could get home, it would be fine.

She didn’t even dare to change clothes—she just took off the white Fake Hair, revealing the black Fake Hair, and tried to slip away quietly.

It seemed to work—she didn’t see Xia Shiyao following.

That woman was still drinking her milk tea.

So, she took the bus and left, not caring where she went—the farther away, the better.

After a 20-minute ride, she got off and prepared to take the subway.

Passing through a secluded spot, she suddenly felt a familiar Mana fluctuation above her head—the Mana felt all too familiar.

Yin Lin broke out in a cold sweat. She didn’t dare look up, pretending not to notice.

She kept walking awkwardly down the street, that Mana presence following her overhead the whole time.

Whether she took the subway, the bus, or a taxi, that Mana aura always hovered above her.

Yin Lin didn’t dare go home—if she did, she’d get caught for sure.

She quietly called Diamond for help.

Diamond did her best and called Xia Shiyao again, saying Yin Lin was in trouble and needed help.

This time, Xia Shiyao didn’t fall for it, no matter what Diamond said.

So from 6 p.m. all the way to 9 p.m., three hours passed just like that.

Old Song couldn’t walk any further—she was wearing high heels, after all.

Xia Shiyao was truly terrifying. Once she set her mind on something, she’d see it through to the end, no matter how crazy it seemed.

At 9 p.m., Xia Shiyao finally made her move.

In a spot with few people, she descended from the sky, landing right in front of Yin Lin.

Old Song was ready—time for the performance.

She put on a startled deer look: “Ma…Magical Girl Jinluan! Wow, so cool!”

She almost made herself gag with this voice—it was way too squeaky.

Jinluan walked over step by step, face dark and unfriendly.

Old Song switched to an excited expression, took out her phone, and pretended to shout with excitement: “Can I take a photo with you, Miss Jinluan? I’m your Fan!”

“Four crimes.” Jinluan said sternly, “First, the Crime of Deceit. You tricked Diamond into luring me away. Right now, I’m very angry.”

She took two more steps, her tone full of authority: “Second, the Crime of Arrogance. You think your acting is good, that Yao Ruoning is Yin Lin. This is an undeniable fact. Eyes can deceive, but noses can’t.”

She finished speaking, then dashed forward, grabbing Yin Lin’s black Fake Hair and yanking it off.

The black wig came away, revealing a head of silvery-white long hair, shining under the moonlight as if glowing.

“As expected.” Jinluan looked down at the sweating Yin Lin, her previous move clearly a test at the end of her patience.

Crap, she’d been deliberately avoiding her, but now Jinluan had realized she could sense Mana, and guessed she was in the magical girl’s body now.

“Third, the Crime of Greed. For a bit of money, you risked your life to work. If the demonic beings sensed your presence, have you thought about the consequences?” Jinluan continued to judge her.

Yin Lin replied, “Big sis, are you hitting menopause? You’re acting like a mom, meddling in everything.”

Jinluan was so angry her teeth itched. She said, “Fourth, the Crime of Lust!”

Suddenly, Jinluan flipped up Yin Lin’s skirt in a flash, even using some special technique.

Yin Lin didn’t even have time to react—everything below was exposed.

Her face flushed red from her cheeks to her ears.

This time, it was real—not acting.

A 34-year-old man, seen by an overaged girl in a way he never should have been.

“Well, well! I was wondering why there was a cross-shaped band-aid on the trash can in your photo yesterday, and why you had a bump in your picture. So young, and already learning such naughty things!” Jinluan’s voice grew even louder.

“Criminal Yin Lin, do you admit to the four crimes?”

“Nope.”

“Screw talking to you, you little brat who never learns. All four crimes, combined!”

“Welcome back.” Diamond took the pan-fried dumplings.

She set them on the table, planning to eat with Yin Lin.

Suddenly, she noticed something: “Yin, why is your hair so messy?”

“Huh? Oh.” Yin Lin quickly took off the black Fake Hair. Both the black Fake Hair and her real silver hair were a mess—she spent a while fixing them.

After a few more minutes, she returned to the table and stood there, watching TV.

The news was still reporting on the advanced demonic being, saying the search was ongoing and advising citizens to stay safe.

Diamond started eating the dumplings and looked at Yin Lin: “Yin, aren’t you going to eat?”

“Oh, coming.” She stood by the table, lifted her hair, and bent over to eat the dumplings.

“Yin, why don’t you sit and eat?”

“Lately, I haven’t been feeling well. Standing helps strengthen my legs.”