Go to work, and then educate magical girls.

Chapter 43 Aster

Tang Feng carefully examined the girl on the hospital bed.

Her exquisite face was like porcelain, fragile and devoid of warmth. Her long, jet-black hair was without a single blemish. Her slender figure was wrapped in a black school uniform, and her fair, delicate arms stretched out from the sleeves, lying numbly on the white sheets.

Below, her equally fair thighs peeked out from under the skirt, but only a short, rounded section was cut off by black over-the-knee stockings. The tops of the stockings still created a subtle feeling of being squeezed against the girl's not-so-plump thighs.

Between the black over-the-knee socks and the black pleated skirt, there is a striking contrast of pure white, creating an eye-catching "absolute territory".

Tang Feng raised his hand.

"If you don't wake up soon, I might do something ungentlemanly."

He could naturally tell that the other party was neither physically nor mentally abnormal at the moment.

His words once again went unanswered, so Tang Feng slowly placed his palm on the girl's thigh.

Unfortunately, they are thick, pure cotton over-the-knee socks, not the light and thin black stockings that feel nice to the touch.

Tang Feng didn't mind; he slowly reached his hand towards her fair and tender area.

The girl on the hospital bed stirred slightly the instant the touch was made to her skin.

Seemingly awakened from a deep sleep, Ziwan opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings with some confusion.

Tang Feng met those deep, clear black and white eyes.

"Hi, Ziwan, you're finally awake."

"Tang Feng?"

A strange glint flashed in Zi Wan's dark eyes. She furrowed her brows with the slightest movement and spoke with some uncertainty.

"What just happened to me?"

Tang Feng shrugged. "Don't you remember?"

Ziwan tried to recall, glancing around. When she saw that her over-the-knee socks had inexplicably slipped down a little, she calmly pulled them back up.

"Then let me help you remember."

Tang Feng sat on the hospital bed, staring into the girl's deep eyes.

His voice was slow and deep, like the rhythmic chimes echoing in the air above a clock tower, making one feel drowsy.

"What exactly happened to you on the day you first teamed up with a magical girl?"

Aster's expression grew drowsy, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. She answered instinctively, "The magical girl is in danger, I want to seek help from someone stronger..."

Ziwan paused here.

"Who is it?" Tang Feng continued to coax in his bewitching voice.

Ziwan's lips moved twice, but no sound came out. Her eyes suddenly became clear.

"I have no idea."

"Mind control?"

Tang Feng rested his chin on his hand and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"It doesn't seem like it; there's no trace of the freak's mental imprint in her consciousness."

"Ziwan." Tang Feng reached out and placed his hand on the girl's thin shoulder.

"You've been targeted by a very powerful and eccentric person. If you sense anything unusual, remember to come find them..."

Tang Feng withdrew the last "I" and changed his words, saying, "Remember to go find the magical girls, especially Jinju."

Zi Wan stared at Tang Feng with her dark eyes, her expression blank. After a moment, she nodded and spoke in a cold tone.

"I know."

Did she know that a strange person was targeting her? Or did she go to find the magical girl?

unknown.

Tang Feng was somewhat troubled by the girl's indifferent expression.

In his recent observations, Ziyuan's magical talent and temperament gave him hope that she could become a magical girl.

This forced him to be cautious.

Especially since it seems that someone else has tampered with the other party's body, and they appear to be a formidable opponent.

Every magical girl is a precious resource in his eyes. He will not give up on helping any promising girl become a magical girl, nor will he allow any weirdo to interfere with them.

Right now, he needs to understand the other party better.

Are your parents home today?

Ziwan looked over but didn't answer, though her eyes conveyed a question.

"Home visit".

Tang Feng said, "As the class teacher, it is necessary for me to understand the family situation of each student."

Ziwan nodded slowly and uttered a single word in an extremely brief manner.

"it is good."

An Jinju finally woke up slowly from her bed.

She instinctively tried to turn over, but felt that every part of her body was incredibly sore.

An Jinju couldn't help but shudder.

She doesn't want to go through that again.

An Jinju barely managed to lift her head and saw a brand new small glass bottle on the bedside table, its contents unknown.

She was certain that this wasn't something that had originally been in her room.

Was it left by the other party?

She crawled over from the bed like a worm, reached out a hand, and picked up the glass bottle.

An Jinju shook the glass bottle; inside was a black, semi-transparent liquid, somewhat like the loquat syrup she used to drink when she had a sore throat as a child.

She saw a note under the glass bottle with a few words handwritten on it.

Pour the entire solution into the bathwater; disposable.

An Jinju vaguely guessed the purpose of the small bottle of liquid; it was most likely to help relieve her body aches and the marks on her body.

The other person may have left this out of kindness.

I just wonder if there are any side effects to his perverse sense of humor...

With a feeling of unease, An Jinju clutched the small glass bottle and secretly slipped into the bathroom.

After school, Tang Feng, led by Zi Wan, walked towards her house.

"Don't we need to take the tram?" Tang Feng asked.

Ziwan shook her head. "No need, it's not too far from here."

Even so, after following her for more than ten minutes, Tang Feng casually asked about the remaining distance.

The answer I received was that it would be soon.

After turning a street corner, the surrounding houses all looked old and dilapidated.

Instead of the high-rise buildings in the city center and ordinary residential buildings, there are rows of low bungalows that look quite old.

It is a shantytown in this area, and both the environment and public security are extremely poor.

Tang Feng had already spotted several delinquent youths, cigarette dangling from their lips, looking in his direction.

He ignored her and continued to follow Ziwan deeper into the area.

Along the way, there were scavengers picking up trash, toddlers playing in the mud in open-crotch pants, and middle-aged men with beer bellies loudly boasting about their gold chains, completely ignoring the malicious stares coming from all around.

All of this was irrelevant to Tang Feng. He and Zi Wan, two people who seemed to belong elsewhere, walked straight past passersby of all shapes and sizes.

Finally, the two stopped in front of an old bungalow.

Needless to say, this is the home of Aster.

Ziwan inserted the key and pushed open the door to enter.

Tang Feng followed him through the gate and looked around at the environment inside.

The area wasn't large, the cement floor was completely unpaved, the simple furniture was neatly arranged, and the room was clean and tidy. Although it looked old, there wasn't a trace of slovenliness or messiness.

Since there was no sofa, Ziwan brought him a chair, and Tang Feng thanked her and sat down.

Ziwan's parents were probably not home yet, perhaps because they hadn't returned from work.

Although the environment was simple, Ziwan did not lack courtesy and poured Tang Feng a cup of warm water.

"Why don't you sit here and wait a bit? I'll go prepare dinner," Ziwan said, tying on an apron and walking into the kitchen next door.

"Do you usually cook for yourself?" Tang Feng asked casually, sitting in the living room and watching the girl's busy figure in the kitchen.

"Yes."

Aster answered briefly. She had already taken a few carrots out of the basket, washed them, and started chopping them on the cutting board.

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed continuously.

With nothing to do, Tang Feng stood up from his chair, walked to the other side of the living room, and looked out the window.

There was nothing particularly beautiful about the view; just a few meters away was the wall of another house, but that house had two floors, while Aster's house only had a simple one-story building.

This also makes it difficult for sunlight to enter the room, and when the wind blows, it feels gloomy, as if there is something unclean behind you.

Tang Feng subconsciously turned around and saw Zi Wan holding a kitchen knife, standing a few meters behind him without him noticing.

If it were a normal person, they would probably be terrified at this moment.

Tang Feng raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Suddenly, Ziwan spoke up, a cold glint flashing in her dark eyes.

That was the cold light reflected from the kitchen knife.

"Do you know what? I've actually killed someone."

She spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something that didn't concern her.

"Oh?" Tang Feng became interested.

"Not long ago, just over half a year ago, before I entered the Magical Girl Academy."

Ziwan closed her eyes, seemingly lost in memories.

"A man rushed in as I entered the house and pinned me to the ground."

"For a moment, I actually forgot that I could use magic, and I just stood there dumbfounded."

"Until he started taking my clothes off."

"I finally realized what was happening. Just as I was about to secretly inscribe the magic circle, he pulled out a dagger and warned me not to move. He said he knew I could use magic and that magicians needed to prepare before casting spells. If I made any unusual movements, he would not hesitate to stab me to death."

"He said, 'Fresh corpses can also be very moving.'"

"But what he didn't know was that even if I didn't do anything, I could still cast a small amount of magic just by chanting in my mind."

"He seemed impatient and pulled out that disgusting thing directly, and at that moment, my chanting was completed."

"He was bound by the completed magic. I picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and approached him."

Tang Feng didn't interrupt her, and just listened to the story quietly without offering any opinions.

At this moment, Ziwan opened her dark eyes and stared straight at Tang Feng.

"He started begging me for mercy, pleading with me to let him go. The sight of him weeping and spitting made his fat face extremely ugly, just like his exposed penis."

"I killed him."

Aster spoke these simple words as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Perhaps his actions were not legally punishable by death, but I still killed him."

"Not only did I kill it, I also destroyed the evidence, using special magic to dissolve it little by little."

"Its body was piled up in the house for three days before it was completely destroyed. During those days, the stench emanating from the body was unbearable."

"I used magic to thoroughly ventilate the room, and soon, there was no smell left."

"Thus, that ugly man completely disappeared from this world, leaving not a trace."

"It took a long time before the police came looking for me."

"Clearly, they had no evidence and had to return empty-handed."

"Later, the Magical Girl Association contacted me, wrote me a letter of introduction, and allowed me to join the Magical Girl Academy."

"Until today."

As Ziwan spoke, she pointed her knife at the spot where Tang Feng was standing, "The place where you are standing now is where I placed the corpses. It's near the window, well-ventilated, and perfect for doing these shady things."

Seeing this, Tang Feng left his spot and walked towards Zi Wan.

Ziwan gripped the kitchen knife, a hint of confusion appearing on her usually indifferent face.

"You... don't seem scared at all?"

Tang Feng stopped in front of Zi Wan. "Why should I be afraid?"

"Because I killed someone."

"He deserves to die."

Ziwan's body trembled almost imperceptibly. She gripped the kitchen knife tightly and remained silent.

"Why are you suddenly telling me this?" Tang Feng asked.

"For no particular reason, I just wanted to tell you."

"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

"I guess you wouldn't do that."

Tang Feng smiled almost imperceptibly. He looked around and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind.