Starting with "The Demonic Cultivation," I had no choice but to pretend to be a magical gi

Nightingale, who had been watching the show from within her mind's eye, finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up involuntarily.

"Can't you see that little girl is about to cry? She's really down right now. If you go up and comfort her a bit, you might just win her over."

Even she could tell that Lin Zhixia wasn't in a good mood after singing, and now, reminded of the painful memories, she was at her most vulnerable.

"So what?"

Fengling scoffed, completely unimpressed.

"I'm not here to be a counselor. This is just how the market is now. If you can't even handle this much pressure, what kind of magical girl do you want to be?"

I'm afraid they'll make a huge fuss if the other side just buys a few smear articles.

Lin Zhixia only needs to be obedient, while Feng Ling has a lot more to consider.

The nightingale fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed softly, his tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"Someone like you... is destined to be alone for life, and will never find a girlfriend."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Fengling ignored Nightingale's complaints, quietly looked at Lin Zhixia, and suddenly spoke again.

"Stopping your tears is the most useless thing you can do."

"Um."

Lin Zhixia took a deep breath and nodded, but her voice was a little muffled.

"Miss Wind Chime, I want to become a magical girl, please help me."

The wind on the rooftop seemed to be picking up.

"Very good, a wise choice."

Fengling raised her hand and rubbed her head, then took a step back, creating some distance between them.

Because of the sudden contact, Lin Zhixia's body stiffened a little, obviously thinking of some unpleasant memories, but she quickly relaxed.

It's cool.

That's what she was thinking.

At the same time, Fengling took a deep breath, preparing to launch her tailor-made plan, which was sure to ignite a buzz.

"Listen up, the current magical girl market is full of all sorts of people. Everyone is desperately trying to label themselves, and the 'healing, energetic, tsundere' type and the like have all been overdone. It's hard to stand out from the crowd."

As she spoke, Fengling extended a finger and shook it.

"If we follow the old ways, we'll never get ahead. What the audience needs now is memorable moments. To win and get that spot, we have to do things differently."

Lin Zhixia listened, completely stunned.

"Then... what should I do?"

She spoke instinctively.

"It's very simple."

Fengling curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

"No matter how the profession of magical girl is packaged, its core selling points will always be the same: cuteness, justice, and hope. These can be used to create contrast and subversion, but—"

"Absolutely no sensationalism allowed."

"Doing something abstract that undermines these selling points isn't about contrast, it's suicide. What we want is for people to feel that you're special, but not to see you as an oddball."

The wind chimes reveal human weaknesses for a reason.

She took another step forward, the oppressive feeling closing in, and stared at Lin Zhixia, her violet eyes reflecting the girl's somewhat flustered face.

Hmm, very good. With this combination of theories, the UFO should be almost out of control, and we can move on to the next step.

"So, I have a ready-made plan."

She paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak.

"Would you mind if I used your identity to make a point?"

Lin Zhixia's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without needing to be explicitly stated, she knew what the wind chimes referred to—undoubtedly, it referred to her as the daughter of a former top magical girl group member.

The one she hated most was the one who took away her identity as a mother.

"You...you want me to..."

The girl's voice trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly, and her face gradually lost its color.

"What, you don't want to?"

The clear, cool sound of the wind chimes reached my ears.

"Looks like you don't really want to become a magical girl. Your so-called investigation into the truth is just empty talk and childish play."

Lin Zhixia's breathing became rapid.

She never wanted to become a magical girl; she hated magical girls the most and didn't want to have anything to do with them at all.

But...but...

Lin Zhixia wants to become a magical girl.

Her fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her wine-red eyes fixed on the ground, as if there was something there that she couldn't ignore.

Use that identity.

It is because she is a magical girl that her mother cannot be with her, that her mother mysteriously disappeared, and that things have turned out this way.

But if we don't take advantage of it, we might not even be able to get a glimpse of the truth, and it seems we have no other choice.

"...As long as we can win."

The girl with long flaxen hair slowly raised her head.

She looked at the incredibly beautiful yet aloof magical girl in front of her and closed her eyes tightly.

Then he opened his eyes again, his wine-red eyes filled only with stubborn determination.

"You're right."

Lin Zhixia's voice was still a little hoarse, but she had calmed down as well.

"As long as we win, it doesn't matter what identity we have or anything else... it doesn't matter."

"very good."

Wind Chime nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it. Once you find out the truth and understand everything, this experience will just be a little bit of hardship."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Lin Zhixia's ear, and the slightly chilly yet fragrant scent sprayed onto the girl's earlobe, arousing a series of subtle shivers.

"Let's create a persona."

The clear, ethereal sound of the wind chimes entered her mind.

"When you get on stage, your first self-introduction should be to me—"

I hate magical girls!

Lin Zhixia suddenly looked up, staring in shock at the exquisite face so close to hers.

"Wh...what?"

Didn't you hear me?

The wind chime straightened up and returned to its unpredictable posture.

"Everyone wants to become a magical girl, and they desperately want to possess that power. But you, Lin Zhixia, are going to be an outlier and loudly tell everyone that you don't want to be any kind of magical girl at all."

"But you still came."

Feng Ling spread her hands and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This is called spreading rumors and propaganda. Do you know how damaging that can be?"

After the initial shock, Lin Zhixia, who was standing opposite, quickly started working on her clever little brain.

She understood what the wind chimes meant.

As the saying goes, true teachings can be conveyed in a single sentence, while false teachings can fill countless volumes.

With just that one sentence, she already understood what Fengling had meant and what she was supposed to do.

"I see."

Lin Zhixia spoke silently.

"If it's necessary, I will do it."

The nightingale was completely baffled by the two riddle-makers.