After get off work, I become a magical girl

She was neither a fan nor a fan of the song. She looked so abrupt and weird standing in the crowd, as if she shouldn't be there.

She couldn't help but feel a little regretful, thinking that she shouldn't have come here just for the theme song of "Colorful Sky Angel". Especially since the song she wanted to listen to hadn't arrived yet, and the unfamiliar songs were hard to listen to quietly because of the noisy environment, making it difficult for her to enjoy the performance.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the concert itself. In fact, even if Lin Xiaolu is not a fan of the singer "Masao Yuanxiang", it doesn't affect her feeling the solid singing skills of the singer from the song. It's just that she really can't get into it today.

——I don’t know how Delphinium is doing. Since they are not fans either, can they fit into this concert?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have this idea.

Rather, even now, she was curious about why Delphinium came here.

A few days ago, when she revealed her plans to attend a concert to Delphinium, Delphinium announced for the first time that the patrol schedule would be changed and offered to let the entire team go together.

Such a strange decision could not help but make the girls feel strange, but no matter how they asked, the answer they got was just "you will know when you get there", and there was no further information at all.

If it were just that it would be fine, but what is confusing is that when Lin Xiaolu was still confused about this, Xia Liang and Bai Jingxuan already looked as if they were thinking about something, or even understood something.

Lin Xiaolu is always willing to ask questions and resolve doubts about things that she cares about. But when she asked Xia Liang what he guessed, she only got a mysterious smile and an annoying riddle: "I'm not sure so I can't say anything. Just have fun with your friends."

It's as if no one cares. If you don't want to say it, I don't want to ask either.

When she thought of this, Lin Xiaolu's already low mood suddenly became even worse. After criticizing Xia Liang in her heart, she put aside her messy emotions and decided to temporarily leave the venue and go out to relax.

Lin Xiaolu left her seat under the pretext of going to the restroom, trotted out of the venue, stood against the wall in the aisle, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

With a wall between us, the sound from the speakers wasn't so harsh after all.

She first stood there blankly for a while, her mind empty. When the numbness in her eardrum recovered a little, she found a nearby vending machine and bought two bottles of drinking water.

The vending machine in the secluded corner has become a rare safe haven from the noise. The deafening sound can be transmitted here through the wall, but it seems like the noise from another world.

He took out the drinking water and put one of the bottles under his armpit, preparing to take it back for Jiang Yuan to drink. Lin Xiaolu unscrewed the cap of the other bottle. The mouth of the bottle touched her lips and teeth, and the clear water flowed through her mouth, making her much more sober.

After standing in silence for a while, thinking about when she should go back, Lin Xiaolu wasted more than ten minutes, and the songs in the venue changed one after another. Seeing that the concert was about to be halfway through, it would be unreasonable not to go back, so she reluctantly took the steps towards the venue.

However, before she took two steps, she heard a noise from the corridor beside her:

——“So, why do we have to wait until the concert is over before we leave? We’ve already had so many shows, why would we miss this one?” said a girl’s voice that sounded a little shrill.

"It's not a matter of show time. It's because today's concert is the last stop of the tour and has a different meaning." Another female voice that sounded somewhat calm answered.

"What's the point? Just the last show? Will there be champagne after it's over?"

"That's not true..."

"What else could that mean, just because Fangting City is her hometown?"

"No, to be exact, the teacher's hometown is not Fangting City."

"That's it. I have an important opportunity and date coming up. Don't try to ruin my plans!"

This incoherent conversation piqued Lin Xiaolu's interest. It seemed that someone in the conversation was just as unwilling to stay here as she was. The inexplicable resonance made her deviate slightly from her original steps towards the venue, and she followed the sound deeper into the corridor.

Then, she saw three young-looking girls gathered together and talking about something.

The reason why they are young is mainly because they all look very young, and are generally about the same age as Lin Xiaolu. They are all wearing the same bright yellow T-shirts - this seems to be the uniform of the concert venue staff. I don't know why there are such young staff here.

The noise had come from two of the three girls. The shortest one, who looked two years younger than Lin Xiaolu, was the one who was clamoring to leave. The girl had short blond hair that was slightly past her shoulders, and her slightly parted bangs revealed her big forehead. She was now standing with her hands on her hips, looking aggressive, as if she was going to call someone to task.

The other girl was wearing glasses and looked to be the oldest among the group. She had an intellectual and calm temperament and was patiently advising the blonde girl.

As for the last girl, she obviously didn't say a word from the beginning, just watching everything happening in front of her in a sullen manner. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, judging only by the sound of the conversation, Lin Xiaolu wouldn't have guessed that there was another person here.

——So what do they do?

Lin Xiaolu couldn't help but wonder.

Although they were called fans, these girls didn't even want to stay in the venue. Like me, they hid in the aisles of the stadium during the concert. It was obvious that they were not the kind of people who could enjoy the concert.

Although they are called staff members, they don’t look that old at all. Moreover, the concert is going on right now, and the staff members should be extremely busy. How could they have time to chat here?

Most importantly, why did she find that blond girl familiar?As if he had seen each other somewhere before.

When Lin Xiaolu looked at the group of people in front of her with confusion, the girls who were originally talking also noticed Lin Xiaolu's presence, stopped talking for a moment, and looked in her direction.

None of the four spoke for a while, and they remained in a strange silence in the corridor.

The three girls probably thought that Lin Xiaolu was just passing by, so they wanted to keep silent for the time being and wait for Lin Xiaolu to pass. However, they didn't expect that the other party had no intention of leaving at all, but just stood there watching in a swagger.

This fruitless stalemate was finally broken by the girl wearing glasses.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

She changed her attitude abruptly, changing from her previous calm and serious attitude, and asked Lin Xiaolu in a friendly manner: "My dear, are you lost?"

But her question didn't get a corresponding answer, because Lin Xiaolu was frowning at this moment, staring intently at the blond girl beside her.

The undisguised gaze naturally attracted the attention of the three girls. They also realized who Lin Xiaolu was looking at, so the other two also focused their attention on the blonde girl.

"Looking for you?" asked the girl wearing glasses.

"Looking for me?" The blonde girl also looked confused.

"Looking for you." The taciturn girl suddenly confirmed.

"What are you looking for me for?"

The blonde girl blinked, turned her head and looked at Lin Xiaolu, and asked in confusion: "Is there something on my face?"

"…I have a strange feeling."

After staring at the other person's face for a long time, Lin Xiaolu slowly asked, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"what?"

The blonde girl was stunned.

The girl with glasses next to her pushed the lenses on her nose for some unknown reason.

The taciturn girl, who hadn't said a word for a long time, widened her eyes in surprise.

"...Is this a flirtation?"

"This seems likely to be a strike-up."

"I, I've heard of this kind of pick-up technique. My sister told me about it before..."

They gathered together and whispered to each other, turning back to look at Lin Xiaolu from time to time, but they didn't come up with anything after a long time. The conversation ended in meaningless sighs.

In the end, it was the blonde girl who noticed something was wrong during the discussion. After she looked at Lin Xiaolu again and again, she suddenly had a feeling that she had indeed seen her somewhere before.

She told the other two her thoughts, which immediately caused another round of exclamations.

"You feel that way too?"

The girl with glasses looked back and forth between Lin Xiaolu and the blonde girl, a little confused: "Why is this?"

"Yes, it was love at first sight!"

The taciturn girl stammered, but said seriously: "I, I heard from my sister that this kind of situation is usually called love at first sight! It's a fateful encounter!"

I worked overtime like crazy in the past week, and I went to the company on weekends. I had no time to write, and I was so tired when I got home that I had no thoughts at all. Actually, I had no problem writing according to the outline, and I really wanted to update it every day, so I didn't ask for leave, but I was not satisfied with the result of the writing. I was so groggy in the middle of the night that I gave up. I'm very sorry.

Then I tried hard to get back into the writing state and try to stabilize the updates. The next story is actually very interesting, and I have to present it well to everyone.

Thanks to book friends Tengshe Lieyun, dahuangfgd, and 140930191734078 for giving rewards during this period. I am really grateful and sorry. I would like to thank all the readers who have supported and waited patiently. Thank you.

Today, we resumed updating notifications and apologies.

2023-09-12

Today, we resumed updating notifications and apologies.

First of all, I would like to express my deepest apologies and gratitude to the readers who are still waiting for my updates. Thank you for your trust and waiting during this period of time. Thank you very much, and I am very sorry.

The original purpose of this single chapter was a notification: this book will resume updating in the future, but I have broken my promise many times before, so I don’t expect everyone to believe and approve of it from the beginning. Please continue to urge me.

However, this book has not been updated for nearly two months now, and the author has not made any statement. This is actually a very puzzling and even annoying situation. It seems impossible to pretend that nothing happened and start updating now. So I think it is necessary to post a single chapter before starting the update to explain what happened.

I have mentioned the cause of the incident before. It was a spinal problem. Because of the waist injury, I was restless for nearly a month. I couldn't sit down and type properly. I also spent a considerable part of the time receiving physical therapy in the hospital. During that time, I really couldn't update.

Of course, this is just the cause.

The reason was that I hadn’t written anything for a month, and my thoughts and state were a bit out of sync, which led to me falling into a situation where I didn’t know how to continue. Under this situation, my work unit ushered in a period of rush work and overtime. My poor physical condition caused me to make mistakes at work, and I was even criticized by the leaders of the unit. As a result, my mental state was relatively low, and I felt that the words I wrote had become unrecognizable, and I could not return to the creative state and level I wanted.

In fact, as of today, I have rewritten the next forty-eight chapters at least seven or eight times. Although the plot I want to express is written in the outline, I can't put my own state of mind back into the world I imagined. I even began to feel unfamiliar with the characters I wrote. I can't figure out what they are thinking in my mind, and I can't write an interesting performance in a harmonious and reasonable way.

I actually have a very flawed personality. My way of dealing with difficult problems has always been to avoid them. When faced with something that is difficult or difficult to do, I will choose to bury my head and not look at it.

So, it is true that I have been busy with work during this period, but it is also an excuse. In fact, "I chose to be busy with work."

Updating is so difficult and tiring. I can’t write anymore. What should I do? My company is not very busy and I have to work overtime. So I will devote myself to the overtime.

If writing novels was a spiritual haven for me to escape from my busy work, then these two months have been a time when I have returned to work to escape the mental exhaustion of writing novels.

At this point, some readers may ask: Why not say it out loud?

Yeah, why not say it?

Perhaps this is also related to my own creative philosophy, because I hope to remove the existence of "author" from novel creation. I personally don't like to see authors write separate chapters every day to talk about family matters and their heartfelt confessions when reading novels. This will reduce my sense of immersion, so I actually hope that readers will not be aware of the existence of me when reading the book.

In addition, when the updates were unstable and leave notes were frequent, I was also told "If you don't update, don't post chapters. No one wants to read leave notes." This point of view made me enter a very neurotic self-tug-of-war.

I got into a state of mind where I felt like, "I don't want to come out again unless I write an update."

Instead of bringing a disappointing news with a leave notice, it is better to update a big chapter and proudly announce "I have written it".

That’s what I thought at the time.

But the truth is that I’m so useless that I still can’t write.

I've wasted so many drafts, to the point where I've come to a point where I'm starting to feel like the plot I'm currently writing is boring and my passion for writing is waning, and I still haven't been able to write anything good enough.

And I began to think in my heart: I have not updated for such a long time, and publishing a new chapter with a poor writing may disappoint everyone even more, so I kept holding back, revising, and deleting.

And this is where things get to the worst point: everyone is out of place.

Readers are still waiting for my updates with great anticipation, the management of the book club is still stuck in the middle, and the editor is still waiting for me to get back on track, but what about me? I am still stuck in a vicious circle.

During this period, many readers actually sent me private messages to scold me. I felt that they were right to scold me, but because I was holding my breath, I pretended not to see them all. So this was another misalignment: I even missed the private messages that encouraged me.

This was a terrible handling.

To be honest, even though I announced today that I would resume updating, I still don’t feel that my condition has recovered. However, repeated delays will only make readers more uncertain. I must stand up, come back here with the manuscript that I am not satisfied with, and keep going.