"Would you say Store Manager Qin counts as a psychological deviant..."
"No, she is one. No normal witch would learn something as terrifying as tentacle magic. Absolutely not."
Jiang Han, looking melancholy, huddled by the desk with the terrified-looking Du Ningzhuang, whispering to each other. Du Ningzhuang said:
"Among rare spells, tentacle magic is, um... the kind that has a price but no market?"
"..." For a moment, Jiang Han had no idea what to say. There really were plenty of deviants in this world—tentacle magic actually counted as something with a price but no market.
Then her expression stiffened again. She quietly checked her spell library, where among the Level 2 spells was one:
[Lesser Tentacle Summoning]
It seemed, probably, perhaps... my family has inherited tentacle magic... My little sister knows it too, and even uses it for housework... Jiang Han fell silent for a moment and decided to keep this secret for now—perhaps forever.
After midnight, Jiang Han, Du Ningzhuang, and the witches who arrived later took turns using the changing room to put on their work uniforms. There was laughing and horseplay along the way; the scene was thrilling, the spectacle explosive, headlights crashing into headlights, nice melons bumping nice melons. By the time Jiang Han had changed, she was so dazed that she collapsed into a chair in the break room, gasping for breath.
She cupped her own nice melons with both hands, her expression slightly wistful, slightly bashful, and even a little reluctant for it to end.
After the auto show ended, Qin Shunying began calling roll and assigning duties.
Today, the water dispenser would once again be guarded by Jiang Han, Ah Du, and Li Yun. Ah Du was the regular water-dispenser guard, Li Yun was the untrained newcomer assigned