The Ancient Egyptian God of Making Friends / 42. Seeing the Leopard Through a Tube

Cong Yu warned, though he himself was an oddball and probably didn't have the right to say such a thing, "The magical girl cannot stop attacking until the opponent stops attacking first, and vice versa... Of course, 'vice versa' is just my personal opinion."

It's best to avoid shouting threats of violence unless the other party hasn't expressed any intention to attack... unless it's something like robbing a bank.

Among the eccentrics of the 22nd Group, or even all the groups, it would be very difficult to find someone who shouts, yells, and smashes things indiscriminately...

The weirdo isn't a gangster.

Although it may not be entirely legal, there's no doubt that it's a skill-based profession that requires thinking... If a weirdo doesn't use his brain, he'll just be a scoundrel his whole life.

Neither corporations nor magical girls would like such destabilizing factors, regardless of their potential.

Regardless of what grievances the other party has suffered.

I ask you eccentric folks, whose childhood was truly happy?

Therefore, Cong Yu wouldn't have any feelings of "cherishing talent"...

"[The silent howl of the gray wolf, the covenant of the End and the beginning, the blazing flames, burning brilliantly... its technique--]"

Lantian Zhu shouted, countless azure wings unfurled with a burst of fire, and then hovered in the air.

"The Nether-Reversal Blaze"

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[Mana Loading 21.9%]

[Chanting]

[Guided Manual Control Mode Enabled]

[Concretization, Non-directional, Confirmation Completed]

[The Nether-Reversal Blaze]

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Before being engulfed by a dense mass of flames, the female monster's eyes barely cleared.

"Mother..."

"I..."

I hate bicycles.

"..." Then, it was instantly engulfed in flames.

Chapter 227 Ancient Egypt God of Friendship

"Waaaaah... My daughter, she's turned into a monster! She's always been so well-behaved, she's always been like this."

A mother wept as she spoke to the interview camera; she looked incredibly Sorrow... and incredibly pitiful.

"What kind of person is your daughter?"

When the reporter pressed for more information, he simultaneously directed the cameraman to film the scene, eager to return to the news agency.

"Her name is Zongzheng Ximei. She's always been very obedient to me. This strange person is her. Over ten years ago... I... suddenly became disobedient. I... always dreamed of... a bicycle..."

The mother, sobbing uncontrollably, wiped away her tears, but then burst into tears again. "Now she's turned into a monster again, I have no face to live anymore!"

It sounds like her daughter was the one who attacked the Windsong Festival venue.

"I originally planned for her to participate in the Windsong Festival as usual, so she could practice for the major competition later on... but she said that a friend had invited her to go out with them, and I got angry and said a few words to her, and that's how this happened."

"All my training has been wasted."

At this point, the mother, leaning on her cane, burst into tears. "My dream... my dream... Waaaaaah!!!"

"..."

Those who sing lamentations lament the distant voyage of dreams, unaware that their own resolute decision is the final straw that breaks the back of the very thing to which those dreams were entrusted.

Watching the television report about Cong Yu, she simply commented. "The soul that drifts to a distant place is not met with a lonely death, but with a sense of liberation... So it's a happy ending!"

Cong Yu clapped her hands together, completely satisfied.

They are like passersby praying for blessings in the New Year, like satisfied spectators applauding a movie, or like benevolent gods and Buddhas.

"I think it's quite tragic."

Lantian Zhu spoke calmly, then took a bite of the chocolate that Cong Yu had bitten... It was sweet, incredibly sweet.

However, looking at such news, one can also deeply feel the profound bitterness hidden within the chocolate.

A mother unable to participate in cycling races due to a leg injury, a daughter whose own dreams were robbed of them because others had been placed on her shoulders...

They are all pitiful, but in the same way.

I feel terrible...

Both sides are pitiful... both sides are hateful.

However, relatively speaking, since we cannot expect children to be mentally mature, even when judged from a relatively fair legal perspective...

The caregiver was also more wrong.

This is Lantian Zhu's idea.

Xiao Cui's opinion was simpler; she stated bluntly, "This mother doesn't deserve to be called a mother at all."

"If someone has a mental illness, they should be sent to the hospital for electroconvulsive therapy, but unfortunately they're still alive and well... Just die!"

"..." Cong Yu looked at herself, then at Xiao Cui, and suddenly felt that Xiao Cui, this child... seemed really crazy.

He was born to be an oddball.

Becoming a magical girl now falls into the category of going astray.

"Um... Brother Cong Yu, what are you looking at? I'm just a little kid, kids don't know any better and talk nonsense--"

When Xiao Cui noticed that Cong Yu was staring at her, she immediately turned away shyly and snuggled into Yaochuan Guang's arms.

You'd better be.

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"Boom... Boom..."

Where is the train headed?

Hmm... Before thinking about this question, the first thing to consider is where I am now, and why I can see the vast grassland outside the window.

Africa?

But shouldn't I... have become a weirdo?

That's how it should be, isn't it?

"..."

"..." Moreover, there were small cakes on the table.

She thought to herself... but although she was a little hungry, after looking around, she didn't immediately reach for it.

On one hand, her mother's nightmarish voice was still nagging in her ear about things like "nutritional ratios" and "muscle groups."

On the other hand, it feels rather impolite.

However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I've been rescued... right?

"You guessed right, Zongzheng Ximei."

Such a bland voice came from beside Zongzheng Ximei, whose hair had strange black and red highlights.

She turned her head sharply and saw a boy wearing a shirt that said "Weirdo" and a strange mask.

The other person leaned back in their chair, hands on their knees, legs crossed elegantly. "The cake is for you, eat it if you want..."

"..." Although he didn't quite understand what had happened, Zongzheng happy

Mei nodded, whispered thank you, and casually began to slowly eat her cake.

Then, while eating...

Her tears flowed continuously, dripping down her cheeks and onto the table with a "plop plop" sound.

Zongzheng Ximei dared not raise her head, sobbing softly...

She felt a little embarrassed because she had probably been saved by the other person, but she didn't know how to express her gratitude.

They didn't even know whether they should thank the other person.

Because...

Zongzheng Ximei didn't know where else she could go, or how her mother would treat her after seeing her return.

Will he be overjoyed at the return of his daughter?

No, even if it was out of ecstasy, it wasn't because she survived... but because her mother's dream had come true.

Or perhaps she was disliked simply because she embarrassed her mother?

Because she didn't know, she just cried.

"What are you afraid of? Don't worry... I'm a weirdo, and you're a weirdo too. Aren't we in cahoots?"

As he said this, the boy... was undoubtedly Cong Yu.

Cong Yu handed a tissue to Zongzheng Ximei, saying simply and clearly, "Wipe your tears, clear your mind, and stay calm."

The voice was gentle, yet it seemed to possess a certain allure, making it hard to resist... Just listening to it gave one a feeling of wanting to obey.

"Sobbing... coughing... hmm."

Zongzheng Ximei sobbed softly, wiping away her tears with a tissue. Slowly stopping her sobs, the first thing she did after raising her head was to bow to the other person. "Thank you for saving me."

"..." Ah, what a polite child.

"You're welcome. If you don't mind, you can finish the cake and then tell me what you want..."

Zongzheng Ximei didn't quite understand Cong Yu's words. "What do you mean by... my demands?"

"..."

"It's very simple. It means... Do you want to go home? Or not? Do you want to eat something? Or not? Do you want to do something? Or not?"

Cong Yu gave a simple example, indicating that he had confirmed something. He took off his mask, his long hair immediately falling loose, and his smile became gentle.

"Ah... I don't know."

Zongzheng Ximei answered blankly, her gaze fixed on Cong Yu's eyes, which were like deep darkness with twinkling stars.

I don't know... that's normal.

Cong Yu nodded after assessing the situation, then got up to get out of the car, saying, "Then come with me, I know a place that suits you."

"..."

"Want to come?"

"Ah? Um! Thank you."

Chapter 228 A Glimpse Through a Tube

The so-called "place that suits you" is actually a very vague and general concept... because it is subjective.

Because this sentence needs to be preceded by "feels very"...

Actually, the whole thing was about "[I know, it seems like a place that would suit you well]", um... that's how it sounds.

It seems that many agencies that recruit illegal workers say the same thing.

Then they tricked them into going to Northern Myanmar.

But for Zongzheng Ximei at this moment... the so-called "place that suits you" might just be "your place to stay".

But...

Before getting out of the car, Zongzheng Ximei looked at the vast grassland outside the window... and was indeed a little uneasy.

Will they send me to Africa to watch lions baring their teeth all day?

Then...

As she got off the bus with Cong Yu, she saw an alley... After a moment of stunned silence, Zongzheng Ximei looked behind her.