The villainous magical girl's daily mission is to find fault.

A computer company in Rongcheng Hongguang Software Park.

Mr. Nan sat in his office, reviewing a stack of reports and client requests that urgently needed to be organized.

The office environment is not very luxurious. Apart from the meeting area provided for clients, the office area is decorated in a more utilitarian style. As long as you sit behind your desk, you can reach most of the tools you need every day.

As an executive of a small computer company, Nan's father naturally had a lot of work to do.

Even though the sun had long since set and the sky outside the window had become dark and gloomy, Nan's father still did not stop working. He would only glance at the old, yellowing photograph in a frame on his desk when he reached for his teacup.

The photo shows a vibrant young man in a suit standing side by side with a serene young woman, bathed in the autumn air filled with fluttering ginkgo leaves.

Nan's father's expression faltered slightly, but was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door:

"Mr. Nan, are you still at get off work?" an employee knocked on the door and asked in surprise.

"The client has a new request, and I'm still figuring out how to respond to them. You can go home now; it's too late today. You can clock in two hours later tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Nan." The employee smiled broadly and thanked him quickly.

Before leaving, he looked back at Nan's father, who was still deep in thought at his desk. He wanted to say something more, but then he slumped his shoulders helplessly, gently closed the door, and walked towards the company gate.

The only sound in the office was the tapping of keyboards, sometimes rapid, sometimes paused, then constantly editing, pasting, and deleting.

This makes the already quiet office area seem even more desolate after get off work.

The sound of typing stopped abruptly when a unique ringtone, unlike any other incoming call, rang out.

It's an old theme song from a magical girl anime, classic and catchy, but it seems too out of place for business people... even though there are quite a few companies that sell magical girl merchandise now.

Nan's father picked up his phone, scanned the girl's profile picture on the screen, and swiped to answer.

"Hey, Xiao Feng."

"...Dad, aren't you off work yet?"

A familiar girl's voice came through the receiver, asking with a hint of concern.

Upon hearing this voice, Nan's father felt a sudden surge of exhaustion wash over him. He instinctively grabbed his phone, leaned back in his swivel chair, and let out a long sigh.

"The work isn't finished yet, it'll probably take another half hour... about an hour. If there's any food left at home, go heat it up."

"I finished the dishes I cooked yesterday at lunchtime. My friends and I are eating out."

The faint sounds of girls talking could be heard through the receiver. Nan's father continued:

"That's good. You have class tomorrow, so you don't need to wait for me to come home tonight. Go to bed early."

"……Um."

The girl didn't say anything more, only responding with a brief reply.

In the past, such situations would usually be accompanied by loud arguments and crying on the phone, requiring more effort to soothe the situation and creating a mess.

Such a brief answer made Nan's father feel a sense of relief, but also a strange sense of worry.

Am I really a good father?

"Dad, there's something else I want to ask you." The girl's voice came through the receiver again, catching Nan's father, who was just about to say goodbye and hang up, off guard.

I just gave Xiaofeng his living expenses not long ago, has he already spent it all?

"How much do you want?" Nan's father asked without changing his expression.

"It's not about the money! Dad, what's wrong with you?! When have I ever called you asking for living expenses?!"

Like a kitten whose tail has been stepped on, Nan Xiaofeng suddenly flew into a rage on the phone, expressing her strong dissatisfaction and protest.

"I wanted to ask, Dad, when did you buy that sofa in the living room?"

The sudden question caught Nan's father off guard, as he had already opened Alipay to transfer the money. Upon reflection, he realized that Xiao Feng hadn't asked him for more living expenses since last year, and even bought him gifts during holidays. The question he had just asked was indeed inappropriate.

But when it comes to the sofa at home... it seems like I really need to put in a lot of effort to think about it.

After more than five minutes of recollection and narration over the phone, Nan's father finally explained to Nan Xiaofeng the origin of the sofa in the house. Confused, he hung up the phone and stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him.

Why did Xiaofeng suddenly ask about the sofa?

Could it be... that she broke the sofa at home?

……

Nan Xiaofeng was unaware of his father's speculation.

However, his explanation about the sofa at home was overheard by the girls around Nan Xiaofeng, who immediately started chattering about it:

"If you ask me, it must be that Senior Albatross found out your home address, Xiao Feng!" Nightingale was the first to say.

"Think about it. According to Albatross-senpai's logic, he would definitely think that since you are a magical girl, your house must be very safe, and you have indeed secretly hidden a lot of things at home."

"...How did you know I hid something?" Nan Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask.

The nightingale paused for a second, then answered confidently:

"I'm just guessing." "No way! Were you secretly following me?!"

"Whoa?!... In short, after careful consideration, Senior Albatross decided that your sofa is the safest and most stable place, so he put the terminal inside the sofa!" Nightingale said quickly, dodging Hyacinth's pursuit.

Iris expressed a completely different opinion regarding the nightingale's reasoning.

"Things might be a little more complicated."

"First of all, Xiao Feng, have you told Senior Albatross where you live?"

Hyacinth stopped chasing the nightingale and looked up to think for a while.

"Hmm... I don't think so. I've never told you where I live."

"Then here's the question: how did you know you lived in the Flower Garden neighborhood?" Iris then raised the key question.

Huatianli Community is not a newly built residential area; it has a history of at least twenty years and was considered a very luxurious residential area at the time. Nan's father, with his unique vision, took out a loan to buy it before the housing prices soared.

Now, after undergoing a major reconstruction in Chengdu, it has become the newest and trendiest residential building, and its property prices are soaring.

The problem lies here—Albatross doesn't know where Hyacinth lives, not to mention that magical girls have cognitive shields granted by astral magic. She doesn't even know that Hyacinth = Nan Xiaofeng, so how could she so precisely hide the terminal in a sofa that she has never been to before?

"...Woof, I have an idea!"

The arum wagged its tail and raised its paw, eager to take over the conversation.

"Arisaema? What are you thinking of?"

"Could it be because she, like Inari-senpai, can foresee the future? If so, wouldn't we know then!"

Bern Hill's ideas are incredibly far-fetched, and just hearing about them makes them seem unreliable.

As for Sakuya's statement, it was even stranger—she believed that Albatross had briefly broken through the shackles of the mind with powerful magic to come to the real world and put down that terminal... This chuunibyou idea, which was completely devoid of any common sense about magic, was subsequently corrected seriously by Nightingale Iris.

Meanwhile, Bai Ling and Yue Tianxin, two stargazers, floated to the side and listened quietly.

The white sable stroked its chin, utterly perplexed, while Yue Tianxin remained expressionless, her heart already churning with turbulent emotions.

From the perspective of the mastermind behind the scenes, the albatross's logic is most likely as follows—

I put it on my sofa at home; wouldn't that be safe?

Only the idea of ​​"being at home" could fit the albatross's action logic, but if that's the case, the albatross's identity becomes quite magical, like that of a magical girl.

There's no other way to go now. This is what Yue Tianxin, who drives a manual transmission car, thought to herself.

After the Hero Association decrypts the data in the terminal tomorrow, we'll think about how to coordinate with Albatross's operation.

...if it really works.