Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Sakura Futaba pointed at the phone screen, feeling a little helpless.

Of course, Futaba knew that what Zhixing wanted to know was the situation of the mobile phone she handed over.

When Zhixing ignored him and asked Amamiya Ren to enter that other world.

But no, Futaba flipped through the unprotected phone, listening to the conversation coming from outside, feeling stressed.

At this moment, he watched Zhixing's expression darken in front of him, and his palms began to sweat.

"This...this is the result of your procrastination...that's why..."

Futaba closed her mouth halfway through her words under Zhixing's gaze.

Ahhh, this kind of role, I really can't play it, why did I get such a personality! Fortunately, he responded so sincerely before, I thought he really liked this kind of personality.

There is no way to play without favorability prompts!

Just as the atmosphere became awkward due to Futaba's silence, Amamiya Ren fell from behind the paper shop onto the corridor.

Amamiya Ren glanced at her phone and confirmed that the navigation had ended. Then she turned around and looked at the paper line that had opened the door. Her figure was obscured, but she could still make out the figure of a girl.

"How's it going? Have I been of any help?"

Looking at Zhixing who was silent in front of her, Amamiya Ren turned sideways and saw the other person in the room from Zhixing's side, who was holding a mobile phone and pointing at the screen.

Amamiya Ren looked down and quickly saw the mobile phone that was charging on the side, as well as the two mobile phones that Zhixing was holding in his hands.

"Let me try again."

As Amamiya Ren said this, she opened the app again and was about to continue entering the previous coordinates.

"No, no need. It's very late now, and you have to go to school tomorrow, so I won't bother you."

Zhixing slowly put his phone back into his pocket, then walked forward without looking back.

Futaba shuddered all over, never expecting that the other party might choose the simple and crude one between the massacre line and the harem line.

But considering the size of the room, there wasn't much room for Futaba to hide.

"Woo~~"

After just a few steps back, he was forced against the wall by Zhixing, and the hand that he instinctively used to block his head was grabbed by Zhixing's wrist by taking advantage of his adult height advantage.

"What are you going to do, Senior?"

Seeing Zhixing's actions, Amamiya Ren followed closely without any hesitation.

"Nothing, just so she can sleep peacefully, that's all... Stop hiding, if you want to go to bed early, bring your own blanket."

Futaba opened one eye and saw through her big glasses that Zhixing did not take any further action. She could not help but grab the small pillow beside her and hold it in front of her.

He glanced at Amamiya Ren, who also wore glasses and looked pretty good, and then looked at Zhixing, who also wore glasses and looked plain and thin because he was an adult.

I felt that this was not the kind of plot I would open and read. I swallowed hard, then grabbed the pillow and pointed in the direction of the wardrobe.

"The quilt... the one on top... is for one person to sleep on!"

"If...if you need it, there are quilts for winter on the lower level..."

Upon hearing this, Zhixing turned around, holding Futaba's left hand with one hand and not letting go. Instead, he lowered his hand and brought Futaba to Amamiya Ren, pushed open the door of the wardrobe, and grabbed the quilt on the top layer.

"I told you I'll have a good talk with you tomorrow, so go to bed early. I won't see you off. Remember to close the door."

Amamiya Ren looked at Futaba who was unwilling to be dragged along, while Futaba turned her head away awkwardly, not knowing how to face the boys of the same age.

"Then, can you let me see your power, too?"

"It's only 22 p.m. now. I think I can still hold on."

Zhi Xing glanced at Amamiya Ren's fair neck, then glanced at Futaba's equally fair neck, and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter, just don't touch me."

After stuffing the quilt in front of Futaba, Zhixing looked inside the house, found an unopened garbage bag from the garbage mountain, and tore off a few pieces. This time, he looked at the two high school students.

"Well, see you tomorrow..."

Zhixing closed his eyes after saying this, and the witch's kiss on his neck seemed to beat brightly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhi Xing moved his feet, and the whole person, along with Sakura Futaba, the mobile phone, quilt and pillow that the other person was holding, disappeared from Amamiya Ren's sight.

Only Amamiya Ren was left looking at the empty garbage in front of her and the computer next to her that obviously had other uses. She adjusted her glasses, turned around and left the room without doing anything else, and closed the door.

Amamiya Ren went down to the first floor in silence, and heard the sound of the door in the hall on the first floor being opened.

Then Sakura Sojiro leaned forward, looked at Amamiya Ren who was alone, and asked:

"That guy, what is he doing now?"

Being suddenly pulled into a solitary environment by a person of the opposite sex whom you are not very familiar with is a nervous thing.

But I don’t know if it’s because the noise that has been going on for a long time has finally stopped, or because I’m really very tired.

Futaba barely had time to take in her surroundings before she collapsed onto her pillow.

Zhixing turned his head to look at the panoramic desert picture displayed on the wall not far away, and then looked at Futaba who was lying on the ground defenseless.

He covered Futaba with the quilt, then began to open the black plastic bags and placed them one by one on the quilt on Futaba.

Looking at Futaba who was not woken up by his movements, Zhixing finally revealed a bitter smile.

"If this fails, then I won't have the confidence to continue."

"At least...at least solve the trouble I caused first."

As Zhixing spoke, he set the alarm for 8 hours on the No. 3 mobile phone with the highest battery, so that he would have 8 hours of rest after keeping watch all night.

After making sure of his own affairs, Zhixing put down his phone, took off his shirt and stood next to Futaba.

He raised his arm, looked at the wound that was sealed with blood, tightened the folding paper cutter in his right hand, and put down his left hand.

"too slow."

Gently stroke the skin where the obstruction isn't as big as you thought.

The blood did not gushed out like a fountain, but flowed down the neck in an endless stream.

The paper shop owner, who had not considered this, had no choice but to throw the paper cutter aside and began to use both hands to splash the liquid onto the black plastic bag on the quilt.

Soon, Zhixing felt the dizziness caused by anemia, and he took a few steps back and sat down on the ground without feeling anything.

"Am I wrong again...?"

Zhi Xing, who was covering his neck with his right hand, felt the flow coming from his hand and lay weakly on the ground.

But Zhixing did not get a peaceful sleep.

Feeling the liquid stop flowing and watching the color return to his vision, the blood scar on his left hand fell off his hand, leaving behind a piece of skin without any scars.

Zhixing grinned, ignoring the liquid on his hands, covering his tears and smiling silently.

After a while, Zhixing stood up from the ground, wiped the blood off his body with a plastic bag, looked at his pants stained with blood again, and said to himself indifferently:

"This way, I can be considered to have mastered the triggering conditions for reset."

"Is fate unchangeable? I really don't want to believe it."

Zhixing simply tidied himself up and sat aside, thinking while starting his night watch.

“Mmm~~! Mmm~~!”

After discovering and luring away several familiars that were transporting toy materials, Zhi Xing finally heard the sound of the alarm clock vibrating.

Zhixing touched the blood stains on his body and confirmed that they had dried before putting on his clothes. He then removed the plastic bags that were stuck together and checked Futaba's breathing.

After confirming that Futaba was still asleep, Zhixing picked up Futaba along with the quilt and pillow like a princess, and after adjusting to the posture suitable for exerting force, he silently said in his heart:

Go back to the witch barrier created by Kyubey and change back to your original appearance.

The surroundings began to twist as expected.

Zhixing looked at the map on No. 3's phone, praying in his heart that the witch would not go too far, while waiting for the network positioning connection.

Eight hours of sleep is enough at 10 p.m. If you fall into a deep sleep, you should be able to rest for another day or two.

There shouldn't be too many people on the street at 6 o'clock. Even if I hold one person, I should be able to hold on until I get back with the weight-bearing exercises I learned from Liangshanpo.

It should have been like this

Zhi Xing watched as the strange light first appeared, followed by the noise coming from all around, and then the outlines of moving people gradually formed from the lines around them.

Zhixing's heartbeat began to accelerate, and his wandering eyes quickly focused on phone No. 3 which was already synchronizing information.

"14:14"

Shibuya Plaza

"Little Bear, come back!"

The paper bank that had just landed on the street seemed to have been withdrawn due to a bug and disappeared from the crowd.

There were only a few passersby who were nearby, looking around with puzzled expressions, as if a phantom of a woman wrapped in a quilt had just appeared.

Zhihang saw the surrounding environment quickly change from the bright afternoon sunlight to the much dimmer lighting of the factory. He had no time to lament that he had mastered another active skill. Instead, he looked at his mobile phone, which had been synchronized with the network information.

"8 hours, does that equal 16 hours?"

"Hehe... No wonder I feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep even though I only have a bowl of soup every eight hours. No wonder Kyoko was able to rush in to rescue me in time. No wonder Senpai was able to get to Madoka before Homura did."

"I should have thought of this earlier. Since it's a different dimension attached to reality, the speed at which time passes must also be different."

"Just like Homura's time-stopping skill, that space that flows at an unknown speed."

"It's just that...time is accelerated in the witch's barrier...so it's impossible to use it for close combat."

Not only does it take time to appear, but it also takes time to return to reality and enter the barrier.

Apart from the witch actively placing dangerous objects into the barrier, Zhixing couldn't think of any other way to deal with the battle intensity that matched the power level in other worlds.

But time waits for no one.

Zhixing glanced at the synced map location, then began walking towards Sakura's house carrying Futaba.

After pasting out of reality several times and then quickly withdrawing it, Paper Walker quickly came to Sakura's house and threw Futaba and the quilt onto the bed, took back mobile phone No. 2, and then confirmed the distance in reality again, and returned to the hotel he rented through the witch's barrier.

After putting on clean clothes again, Zhixing looked at the time and found that it was not long before school was over, so he didn't care that he had stayed up all night, and quickly got out of the room and took the subway to Shujin Academy.

However, by the time they finally arrived at the paper shop, it was already time for the club to go home after school, as they did not participate in club activities.

At this time, the three protagonists and the cat, including Mishima who came uninvited, had been waiting for a while.

Fortunately, Zhixing didn't miss the party. He ran out of breath into the alley. When he regained his breath, the first thing he said was pointing at Mishima and saying:

"You, get out! Let's talk over there."

""

Mishima Yuki looked awkwardly at Amamiya Ren and the others who were not very familiar with him and had no common secrets with him, so they did not object, and he could not help but walk around and go back to school.

Seeing Mishima, the only one without supernatural powers, leave, Zhixing asked the three of them to open the other world navigation app, then opened his three phones and said the secret language of the temple:

"Komoshida", "Castle", "Shujin Gakuen"

"Start navigation..."

I saw three people disappear from my sight.

Zhixing had originally been deceiving himself into thinking that the two previous apps were created by one person, and therefore had no appeal. However, this idea was instantly shattered, leaving Zhixing unwilling to give up and rummaging through his phone to find the app with the eye icon.

But nothing was found.

Zhixing lowered his head and put his phone back into his pocket.

It was still afternoon and the sun was not small, but Zhixing felt that his future was dark.

The body cannot be transformed, and spiritual power cannot be obtained. Does this mean that I need to find a summoning ritual or formation power to participate in the high-risk world through knowledge? I...

"Snapped!"

A hand interrupted Zhi Xing's thoughts.

"Your power requires contact to be exerted, right?"

Amamiya Ren put one hand on Zhixing's shoulder and quickly spoke keywords into the phone in her other hand without waiting for Zhixing's reaction.

"Komoshida", "Castle", "Shujin Gakuen"

"Start navigation..."