My Girlfriend Is a Magical Girl!

Tang Zhiqing thought about it and felt that wasn't wrong. She continued, "Fighting style doesn't affect a Magical Girl's combat strength. What truly affects it is a Magical Girl's magical power. The normal amount among Magical Girls is five petals. You can think of it as the mana bar in a game."

"What about the Magical Girl Polaris?" Lu Ming asked curiously.

Lu Annuan wasn't some weakling, was she?

Tang Zhiqing casually glanced at him. "According to online rumors and speculation, nine petals. It's not something that needs to be kept secret."

Oh, so Lu Annuan was actually pretty skilled.

She was tall among Magical Girls, too.

Haiyang No. 2 Middle School also had plenty of student interest clubs and had even built a whole building as an activity center. But it had only been constructed in recent years. Lu Ming guessed it was because Haiyang No. 2 Middle School had come last in several city talent competitions, especially after being looked down on by the principal of the neighboring International Middle School. Unable to bear it, their principal had built the club building so students could cultivate their interests.

Lu Ming also felt lucky this was this world. How could schools in China on Earth possibly have something like this? Every student could have their own hobbies and interests. This world... was wonderful.

The Martial Arts Club was full of boys today as well.

"President, why are you here?!"

The moment Tang Zhiqing walked in, the boys inside lit up. If their burning gazes could take physical form, Lu Ming standing beside her would have been blinded by now.

Such intense mating stares!

Tang Zhiqing's family ran a martial arts school, and she herself was highly skilled. On top of that, she was an unbelievably beautiful high school girl, and her grades ranked in the top twenty of her year. How could she not have these high school boys hooked, their tails practically sticking straight up?

"Lu Ming and I came to take a look at the Martial Arts Club and walk off our food," Tang Zhiqing said. Outside, she carried herself every bit like the Student Council president, a faint smile hanging on her lips. Paired with her beautiful, sharply defined Ludong features, she instantly made everyone like her.

Unlike Ran Yanyue, who made every place feel like the Arctic whenever she went there.

Walk off what food?

I'm not even full yet.

"It's great that you came. How about you watch the martial arts practice we're having?" The head of the Martial Arts Club, Guo Feihong, hurried over. He was a tall, muscular boy and, like Tang Zhiqing, from Ludong. Although he was a senior, whenever he got the chance, he used their shared hometown as an excuse to chat with Tang Zhiqing.

Everyone knew what Guo Feihong was after.

Spring had arrived.

Guo Feihong tried to squeeze Lu Ming aside, but failed.

Was this guy's core strength that strong?

Guo Feihong gave Lu Ming a surprised look, but still shamelessly planted himself on Tang Zhiqing's other side.

Lu Ming didn't care. With his hands in his pockets, he looked around the Martial Arts Club. The space was wide, and a plaque bearing the four large characters "Harmony Is Precious," written in the principal's flamboyant calligraphy, hung overhead.

Seeing Lu Ming looking completely detached from it all, Tang Zhiqing chuckled at Guo Feihong. "I'm not very familiar with the members of the Martial Arts Club. Why don't you try sparring with Lu Ming?"

Huh?

Lu Ming looked as dumbfounded as if some stranger on a bus had forced him into a three-player Landlord game. He stared at Tang Zhiqing in confusion.

Guo Feihong looked at Lu Ming, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "He hasn't practiced martial arts. That wouldn't be good. If someone gets hurt, it'll be troublesome."

Though he was publicly known as Tang Zhiqing's bootlicker... cough, pursuer, as the head of the Martial Arts Club, he took safety extremely seriously. It was also something Tang Zhiqing, as Student Council president, had constantly emphasized to every club.

That was why, even though everyone said Lu Ming and Tang Zhiqing were a couple, and even though Guo Feihong was deeply unhappy about it, he didn't agree.

Then Tang Zhiqing smiled. "Don't worry about it. Lu Ming often does close-contact training with me. He's already a very experienced fighter."

The moment she said that, Lu Ming noticed that the club members' gazes had changed from certain-death killing intent to planet-destroying cannon fire.

A man and a woman training in close contact.

Didn't that mean he had accidentally touched Tang Zhiqing, that super beauty, here and there?!

If it were them, they would deliberately "accidentally" touch her too!

You bastard, you deserve to die!

"Hmph. Then there's nothing more to say. Come on!" Guo Feihong's face darkened as well.

Lu Ming looked helplessly at Tang Zhiqing and could only change clothes to face Guo Feihong. Guo Feihong had quite the reputation as the head of the Martial Arts Club. Once, when some dyed-blond punks bullied Haiyang No. 2 Middle School students at the gate, he fought four of them alone and beat them until they cried for their parents. One kick had hurt one of them so badly that he couldn't get back up.

And now, Guo Feihong's gaze toward him was even more murderous.

Tang Zhiqing stood nearby with her arms folded, watching. She wanted to know whether she had been mistaken about what she saw that night.

"You like Zhi Qing?" Lu Ming asked.

It wasn't surprising. Tang Zhiqing's D-cup breasts, displayed so openly above the Student Council desk, were something even Lu Ming often sneakily glanced at.

They really were full.

"It's love," Guo Feihong snorted.

He had liked Tang Zhiqing from the moment she enrolled. But before he could even go speak to her, he saw Tang Zhiqing talking to a boy who had enrolled in the same year, and they had been deeply engrossed in conversation.

"Men who are good at talking are often fickle," Guo Feihong said, clearly looking down on Lu Ming.

"Then by that logic, mute people are the most devoted people in the world," Lu Ming said.

When it came to sharp tongues, no one else could compare to Ran Yanyue. Lu Ming had been honed by the queen of sarcasm.

Guo Feihong's face reddened. He shouted, "Start!" and threw a roundhouse kick.

Lu Ming didn't dodge. The kick struck his thigh with a crisp Bang! that rang through the Martial Arts Club.

"Damn, that kick was vicious." The Martial Arts Club members nearby winced.

If Lu Ming took that kick head-on, wouldn't it hurt like hell?

Guo Feihong pulled back his leg, and his face instantly turned red from holding it in. The top of his foot had swelled red.

What the hell was that body made of, steel plate?!

Kicking him felt like kicking granite. I almost broke my foot bones.

Lu Ming actually didn't know any martial arts. His stats were simply high. To everyone else, Guo Feihong's leg was incredibly fast, but Lu Ming could see it clearly.

That was probably thanks to his concentration. If he added a few more points, it might turn into bullet time.

Lu Ming relied on his physical abilities to evade Guo Feihong's attacks. Guo Feihong practiced Muay Thai, and his attacks were vicious. To the onlookers, he seemed to be relentlessly attacking, forcing Lu Ming into a corner.

But Guo Feihong was so furious he wanted to cough blood. His whole combination felt like it was hitting cotton, and the cheers from the club members only made him more anxious.

Finally, seeing that Lu Ming was a complete amateur, he seized an opening and landed a punch squarely on Lu Ming's chest. Hiss... why was his body this hard too?

Before Guo Feihong could react, Lu Ming grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground.

He... deliberately let me hit him?

Guo Feihong lay there staring at the ceiling in a daze as the surrounding cheers abruptly stopped.

The Martial Arts Club members were a little dumbfounded.

What the hell? Their club president seemed kind of dead.

He was lying perfectly straight.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming crouched beside Guo Feihong and said, "Actually, you've all misunderstood. When Tang Zhiqing and I first met after enrolling, we were arguing."

"Huh?" Guo Feihong froze.

"I thought the history of the Three Kingdoms period was more interesting, while she thought the Han dynasty was more magnificent. We started arguing immediately. In the end, we decided she would be the Han emperor and I would be Cao Cao, and we'd see who came out on top. That's why she dragged me into the Student Council," Lu Ming said with an innocent sigh.

Actually, I wanted to be Uncle Liu.

He wanted to read the Spring and Autumn Annals with friends too.

Guo Feihong hurt all over as the club members carried him off to apply medicine. As he passed Tang Zhiqing, he hurriedly said, "President, I actually like the Three Kingdoms too."

I can like it too!

I want to join the Student Council too!

I want to be Cao Cao too!

Tang Zhiqing froze for a moment, then smiled. "That's nice."

That's nice?

No... that response wasn't right, was it?

Why wasn't it the same as what Lu Ming said?!

Guo Feihong was carried away by the club members, and the spacious Martial Arts Club was suddenly left with only Lu Ming and Tang Zhiqing.

Lu Ming said helplessly to Tang Zhiqing, "Why did you make me fight someone? What if I got hurt?"

"But you didn't get hurt, did you? When did you become so strong? Even Guo Feihong wasn't your match. How come I never knew?" Tang Zhiqing walked over with a teasing half-smile.

"I can't tell you everything, can I? Do you need to know about every aspect of a handsome high school boy's development?" Lu Ming spread his hands.

What if Tang Zhiqing found out how well his roaring dragon had developed and got scared?

Besides, it would be a little awkward to say out loud.

"Can't I know?" Tang Zhiqing asked bluntly.

Fine, fine, that was how she wanted to put it?

Tang Zhiqing began warming up, rolling her shoulders and twisting her waist. "Don't leave. Spar with me a little more."

"You really want to fight?"

Lu Ming felt that while Tang Zhiqing was formidable, he might not necessarily be unable to beat her.

"You'll know once we try." Tang Zhiqing smiled.

Looking at Tang Zhiqing's slender, tall figure across from him, Lu Ming still didn't quite dare make the first move. But Tang Zhiqing stepped in close on her own initiative, several times faster than Guo Feihong. Before Lu Ming could react, she kicked the backs of his knees several times, throwing off his balance, then took the chance to hammer his shoulders several times.

Every blow hurt more than Guo Feihong's punches.

What kind of short-range power was that?!

Tang Zhiqing stepped back two paces and shook her pale, reddened palm. "You really are hard."

Tang Zhiqing was so fast that Lu Ming couldn't catch her at all and could only serve as a target. He tried attacking several times, but Tang Zhiqing evaded every strike. Still, Lu Ming quickly changed targets.

By the time Tang Zhiqing realized it, Lu Ming had already caught her slender wrist.

Lu Ming reached for her other wrist, but Tang Zhiqing reacted quickly, twisting free from his hold and retreating two steps.

"Mm, not bad." Tang Zhiqing nodded.

"What do you mean, not bad? I won, didn't I?" Lu Ming said unhappily.

"You relied on your physical abilities. Your technique score is zero," Tang Zhiqing said, shaking her head.

"All I saw was a male high school student's hard work and talent," Lu Ming replied.

Tang Zhiqing also found it strange that Lu Ming's physical condition was so strong.

Could the magical power of a Star Bearer improve physical abilities too? She had never heard of that before.

Lu Ming thought so too. He had strength, but when he hit people, he relied entirely on brute force. When he fought Lion before, Lion had been bruised and battered but hadn't suffered any real injuries. If Tang Zhiqing taught him, could he improve his combat strength?

"Please teach me!" Lu Ming said solemnly.

Tang Zhiqing glanced at him. "My family's Karate isn't something just anyone can learn."

Ah, so I'm an outsider?

"President, aren't you a little narcissistic, naming a style of martial arts after your own surname?" Lu Ming said.

And the name sounded kind of Tang, too.

Tang Zhiqing laughed in exasperation, took out her phone, searched for "Karate," and tossed it to Lu Ming.

"Oh, oh, it's the prototype of karate. No wonder the way you fight has such a Chinese spirit to it, President. So you've got five thousand years of cultural heritage behind you!" Lu Ming looked at the phone and immediately understood. He had been uncultured.

Tang Zhiqing said, "If you can catch me, I'll let you learn."

With Lu Ming's speed, he simply couldn't catch her.

That's what you said.

Time, stop!

By the time Tang Zhiqing reacted, Lu Ming had already grabbed her slender waist. She hadn't expected anyone to get close to her so easily. Years of training made her instinctively counterattack.

Lu Ming thought, You were the one who made the bet, so why are you fighting back? He hugged Tang Zhiqing and rolled to the ground.

Why did her head feel so soft and warm?

Lu Ming looked up and saw Tang Zhiqing's beautiful, expressionless face. His face was buried in her breasts. So Tang Zhiqing's body was this soft.