Why are the magical girls in your area male?

The next day, during break time.

Yuan Qing looked out the window; the classic window seat in the back row offered him a great view.

Sunlight streamed through the window frames, turning them golden.

Below, the sharply defined geometric buildings of the artificial island stretch into the distance, like an exquisite model.

The vast blue sea stretches out before you, with shimmering silver specks dancing on the waves.

A pure white ferry slowly glides along the horizon, cutting through the almost seamless blue of the sea and sky, eventually becoming a small white silhouette.

Suddenly, he asked, "Do you think I'll ever marry someone with a body of steel and a mind based on silicon?"

Its eyes can shoot lasers, its wrists open to reveal lightsabers, and it can instantly transform into a giant robot. "Is it my wife who lets me sit inside?"

Volume 1: Chapter 25 "His" Past (4.5K two-in-one)

Yuki Tsukishiro, sitting next to me, was humming a little tune while picking through a large pile of colorful envelopes.

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, then placed the back of his hand on Yuan Qing's forehead:

"That's strange. You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense so early in the morning? It's almost summer, are you, you dog donkey, going into heat?"

"I mean..."

Yuan Qing sighed helplessly, stood up, walked to Yuki Tsukishiro, grabbed her by the neck, and shook her violently.

"Why the hell are you receiving so many love letters again?! Do you know how much pressure it is for me to sit next to you and watch you, this bastard, pick and choose among these love letters?!"

"Cough...cough cough! Let go...let go! I'm suffocating, you bastard!"

Yuki Tsukishiro was shaken until she was dizzy, and the love letters in her hands scattered all over the floor like petals falling from the sky, covering the floor under the desk with colorful patterns.

Seeing the other party raise their hands in surrender, Yuan Qing finally let go, still feeling aggrieved, and returned to his seat.

"Damn it, you spendthrift! It was written with great effort by someone else. It would be so embarrassing if you ruined it without even reading it!"

Yuki Tsukishiro's fair face flushed slightly from the brief scuffle, but this minor torment did not diminish the cunning and mockery in his eyes as he looked at Gensei.

"What's with that look on your face? Are you jealous?"

"Damn, me, jealous of you? I'm a handsome guy with a forehead that could run a horse and a belly that could hold a boat, a clear-eyed beauty with a face as bright as autumn water and bones as fine as jade. Finding a few girls is a piece of cake for me, right? Ha, you're telling me I'm jealous of you..."

"Does that mean you don't need me to introduce you to anyone?"

"Dad! Dad, I was just kidding! It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! You see, about us getting out of being single..."

You should call him "Dad" when it's time to do so.

A true man can bend and stretch, and this saying is perfectly embodied in Yuan Qing.

"Get lost...! You dog, where's your backbone? Where's your integrity? Didn't you say back then that if two rabbits run side by side, whoever falls in love is a dog?"

Tsukishiro Yukichi raised his middle finger, then picked up the love letters without looking back, reading and writing one by one.

Yuan Qing, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but click his tongue: "Even if it's a rejection, do you have to write a proper reply and return it to the other party? Hagi, you bastard..."

"You don't know anything. This is called ensuring everything is addressed and every word receives a response. When someone bravely submits a love letter, whether it's a rejection or an acceptance, you have to reply to make them give up, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, so responsible. Now I know why no one secretly puts love letters in my shoe cabinet even though I'm not bad looking."

"Is it possible that you have smelly feet, and the person trying to slip you a love letter was overwhelmed by the stench?"

"Bullshit, wouldn't that be even more impressive?"

"What the hell? Get lost, Zhou Pi!"

Yuan Qing stopped talking and silently watched as the other person earnestly wrote back to the girls who had confessed their love.

After so many years of getting along, this wasn't the first time Gensei had seen Yuki Tsukishiro gather a large number of letters and then collectively write rejection letters.

Moreover, this grandson's reasons for refusing were quite abstract. Those who were more likely to say he wanted to focus on his studies, while those who were more superstitious said that their birth charts were incompatible.

If they wanted to give a perfunctory answer, they even came up with reasons like, "You are Yamata no Orochi, and I am Susanoo. If we are together, then I must defeat you."

I really don't know what kind of person this brat likes, he's so picky.

While pondering, Gensei suddenly noticed that Yuki Tsukishiro was staring at a letter, lost in thought.

Ok?

This was the first time he had ever seen such an expression on someone's face when they wrote a rejection letter.

Masaka, has he met a girl he likes?!

Do not! !

How could you, you good-for-nothing, get out of being single before me?!

"What are you doing? Why did you suddenly stop writing?"

Yuan Qing craned his neck to get closer, but Yuecheng Yuki immediately and quickly hid the remaining love letters.

"Hey! You're still hiding? What haven't I seen before?!"

"Go away, don't you understand privacy? Your father is quite satisfied with the remaining few letters, so we have to carefully select the best ones!"

"You're getting cocky now that I'm calling you fat, huh? Fine, fine, then remember to leave me one, or three or four, whatever you want! I'll take them all!"

"Damn it, you little brat, you think you're so tough? Do you even have the guts to back it up?"

"Never mind that. I'm from Shaolin, possess unparalleled skills, and I'll be chanting Buddhist scriptures while embracing a woman, faithful to both Buddha and my beloved..."

"Fuck off!"

Yuki Tsukishiro ignored them and quickly organized the love letters, intending to reply to them one by one.

Suddenly, Yuan Qing asked in a serious tone, "You're not really planning to find a partner, are you?"

Ok?

Yuan Qing's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Yuki Tsukishiro's heart.

Somewhere deep within him, those words suddenly ignited a spark.

Although Gen's words were laced with sarcasm, implying he was afraid of finding a partner, they took on a completely different meaning in Tsukishiro Yuki's ears—

Why is he so nervous?

Is he really worried about me getting a girlfriend?

That is to say...

Does he care about me?

Yes, yes, he cares about me! He cares about me!!

He's afraid I'll be with someone else; he doesn't want me to become a partner with anyone else, so...

He likes me!!!

The moment this thought popped into her head, Yuki Tsukishiro's lips couldn't help but curl into a wide smile.

No, no, I can't laugh now, I have to hold it in.

I'll wait 40 seconds, no, 35 seconds, until I leave the classroom before I laugh.

While suppressing a laugh, Yuki Tsukishiro casually waved at Genji Ao and quoted the other's abstract bible:

"Come on, dating in this version is like feeding the enemy tower when you're behind, you know? I don't want to wake up one day to find myself getting a discount—50 off for every 100 in my account! My house is someone else's, and my child is still blacklisted!"

"Huh? I'm going to wet myself first, so I'll be the first to run if my female classmates attack me later!!"

"You son of a bitch, your dad's fighting to the death and you've already surrendered? Now I'm not even going to introduce you to any pretty high school girls, get lost!"

Yuki Tsukishiro cheerfully gave the middle finger and left the classroom with the love letter in her arms.

He walked into the corridor, head down, and finally couldn't help but let a smile pop out from the corner of his mouth.

He walked to a corner outside the teaching building and, seeing that no one was around, his expression turned cold as he took out a small stack of love letters that had not yet been replied to.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, a blue flame suddenly rose, burning the love letters to ashes.

Hmph, a bunch of little devils, how dare they sneak love letters into Aqing's shoe cabinet during the morning break? Do they think I'm a freeloader?

There can only be one woman by Aqing's side in this lifetime, and that is me!

Yuki Tsukishiro casually tossed the ashes into the trash can and closed the lid.

He lowered his head, his thoughts drifting away with the lingering smoke.

Yuki Tsukishiro, female, 17 years old.

From the moment she was born, she was treated as a burden by a distorted family mentality.

The father, Kenichi Tsukishiro, is a feudal remnant who firmly believes that there is a "throne" in the family to inherit, and his bones are filled with contempt for women and utilitarianism.

Under his constant and violent pressure, even his own mother, who had given birth to him, would grab his shoulders in anguish and question him:

"Why are you a daughter? Why can't you be a son?"

The mother's death did not evoke any warmth in the father; instead, it plunged the already distorted family into complete ruin.

Kenichi Tsukishiro poured all his frustration and violence onto his only daughter, the "evidence" that "proved" his incompetence.

"A money-loser!" "Useless thing!" "Why wasn't he a guy in the first place?!"...

These vicious curses were the curses that had haunted Yuki Tsukishiro since she could remember.

For Kenichi Tsukishiro, she was an indelible disgrace and a constantly depreciating asset.

The clearest image in my memory is often that greasy dining table.

The father would drunkenly slam his fist on the table, spitting as he boasted about his imagined "glorious male lineage of the Yuecheng family," then his gaze would be fixed like a venomous snake on the little girl quietly eating in the corner, instantly turning into deep-seated disgust.

"What are you looking at? You're bad luck! It's all because of you, you jinx, that you killed your mother and caused my family line to end!"

He slammed the chopsticks down on the table, the sound of the porcelain bowl shattering mingling with the girl's suppressed sobs.

Cold and hungry, Yuki Tsukishiro could only huddle under the table, secretly licking the dusty grains of rice she picked up from the ground in the dim light.

However, Kenichi Tsukishiro's twisted nature goes far beyond that.

He could not accept the "shame" of "having no descendants," so he wanted to make use of this "money-losing child" and transform it into a "son."

Her father forcefully gave her a hastily made-up male name: "Yusuke Tsukishiro".

Whether at home or on any occasion where her father needs her presence, she must refer to herself as "Yusuke" and respond as "son".

All of the girl's clothes were roughly torn up or sold cheaply by her father; her only clothes were drab men's clothes that her father had picked up from street stalls.

Her father used the most vulgar male standards to "discipline" her, demanding that she walk with long strides, speak in a gruff voice, and sit with her legs spread apart, not together. If she dared to cry, he would beat her.

The most terrifying thing is that when she reached school age, in order to carry out this twisted act to the end, Kenichi Tsukishiro used some extraordinary means to bribe a minor official and forcibly alter Yuki Tsukishiro's household registration information.

On the household registration document that determined her legal status, the gender column was written as "male" as a disgrace.

The name "Yusuke Tsukishiro" and the wrong gender were branded into her soul.

The turning point came three years ago.

The man, burdened with debt, resorted to theft and was caught red-handed.

With conclusive evidence and a substantial amount involved, he was sentenced to five years in prison.

After her father was arrested, Yuki Tsukishiro did not feel the relief or ecstasy she had expected.

Instead, she was met with a vast, suffocating emptiness and confusion.

She is free.

But what is freedom?

she does not know.

All she knew was that the person who had forcibly placed the cold shell of "Yusuke Tsukishiro" on her was gone, but this shell seemed to have grown into her flesh and blood, tightly binding her soul.

The sun is warm, the world is vast, yet I can't find a corner that belongs to "Yuki Tsukishiro".

A few days later, she wandered like a lost ghost to the overpass that spanned the busy highway.

The traffic below converged into a bustling river of light.

The wind was strong, making her thin body sway precariously.

She stood on the cold railing, gazing at the headlights of the speeding cars below, flashing with the allure of death, her consciousness becoming somewhat hazy.