Why are the magical girls in your area male?

[Value-for-Money Golden Set Meal - 680 Yen]

The main dish is salted baby mackerel, the side dishes are stir-fried bean sprouts and shredded cabbage, the soup of the day is seaweed soup, and the rice is a standard portion. Refills of rice cost an additional 100 yen.

That bastard has it tough being all alone, let's save him some money, lest he starve to death.

Thinking this, Yuan Qing gave the cafeteria lady a bright smile: "Auntie, please give me a Poor Man's Meal!"

The term "poor man's meal" doesn't sound very respectable, but as it became more and more widespread, the cafeteria ladies naturally reached a consensus with the students.

The aunt deftly picked up the slightly thin, salt-baked baby mackerel and placed it on her plate. She then scooped a spoonful of bland bean sprouts and cabbage shreds, piled a large spoonful of white rice on top, and finished with a spoonful of clear soup so bland that you could hardly see any oil.

This thing costs 680 yen? That's highway robbery!

Yuan Qing muttered to himself as he swiped his card.

Carrying the plate of food, which could be described as simple and unpretentious, back to his seat, Yuan Qing returned the meal card to Yue Cheng Yuqi: "Thank you for your kindness!"

The latter frowned slightly as he looked at the other person's pitiful plate: "No appetite today? Eating so much vegetarian food?"

"Green diet, low-carbon lifestyle! Do you understand health preservation?"

"Give me a break. Health preservation? Do you think you're that bald, goji berry-obsessed old man, Tsukasa Kimura?"

"Stop talking nonsense, things have come to this, let's eat first, you big bastard... How dare you!!"

Just as Yuanqing was putting his hands together, preparing to do as the locals do before the meal to express his gratitude, he suddenly noticed that Yuki Tsukishiro was reaching for the only bit of meat in his bowl with her chopsticks!

He shouted and grabbed his chopsticks to block the attack.

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, the only small mackerel was still stolen by the thieves.

hateful!

Volume 1: Chapter 27 Alas, Capital

"Hum~"

Yuki Tsukishiro proudly waved the mackerel in the other person's face, then unceremoniously ate it and chewed it quickly.

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to be grateful, and he who takes another's money is bound to be obliging." Considering that this meal was "charity" from the other party, Yuan Qing could only return home and sigh to himself.

I only regret that my skills are not good enough to kill you all with my own hands.

As a proud Chinese person, I actually lost to the "Japanese gold" when it comes to using chopsticks!

What a shame!

"This is a bit sloppy, my son."

"Ugh! You're nothing but a coward who attacked me with a sneak attack. If I were to go all out, you wouldn't stand a chance against me."

Yuan Qing was quite stubborn.

As the saying goes, "Even if you lose the battle, you can't lose the morale." Even if you lose slightly in a hand-to-hand combat, you have to win it back in other ways.

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it. I gave you a chance but you didn't do it. Thank you for the extra meal, my son."

Yuki Tsukishiro smiled and opened her bento box, which contained several golden, glistening, and juicy fried chicken pieces, along with two small rice balls and a few pickled radishes.

"You bastard, did you rob a bank? You're eating so well, and now you're trying to steal my food?"

Yuan Qing had to admit that he was getting anxious.

Seeing the glistening fried chicken nuggets, he immediately panicked. The soft stool he was sitting on made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles; his hands were trembling, sweat was pouring down, and he even bit his tongue until it bled.

"Hehe, don't worry, even if you can't eat it, you can watch me eat it."

Yuki Tsukishiro's smile was so smug that Gensei wanted nothing more than to punch her.

Well, what's done is done, let's eat first.

He picked up some bean sprouts, stuffed them into his mouth, and then shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice.

The canteen was made of grass and ditch. The bean sprouts were even more bland than the wild grass outside. Adding two extra spoonfuls of salt felt like it was going to kill them.

After gulping down a mouthful of soup and swallowing the chewed rice, Yuan Qing couldn't help but curse, "This lousy cafeteria has gotten worse and worse ever since they changed contractors a few months ago."

Not only has the price increased by 30-40%, but the taste isn't as good as before, and the portion size has decreased significantly. Look at this rice; it's all half-cooked. If the convenience store hadn't sold out of fried noodles and bread, who would eat this?

"Convenience store? Give me a break. Have you forgotten that the last time we bought a bag of instant noodles, they were expired? After the change of owners, I even suspect that the fried noodles were made with leftover vegetables."

Yuki Tsukishiro slowly chewed her rice ball, joining Gensei in complaining, "What can we do? It's a private 'upper-class school' after all."

Apart from Nakado Go, the other senior executives, including the school's chairman, are all from the Shiomi family and their partners. The school also admits mostly children from well-off middle-class families.

They are not short of money, so the price increase in the cafeteria is no big deal for them; on the contrary, it provides them with many more upscale options.

Students like us, admitted through special admissions or from ordinary families, make up less than half of the student body at the school. Our feedback is often ignored; our voices carry little weight.

"I didn't expect you, you bastard, to be so good at finding fault. By the way, why didn't you tell the little devil about it?"

"President? What's the point of talking to her? She's just a student. Does she have the ability to bear the weight of our lives?"

"What the hell does it have to do with the burden of life if I ask you to report problems with the cafeteria?"

Yuan Qing almost laughed out of anger.

However, what the other party said makes sense.

Although Shiori Shiomi is the daughter of the Shiomi family and an outstanding student council president, she definitely cannot get involved in business matters before she comes of age.

Yuki Tsukishiro drank a glass of water, let out a burp, and pushed the lunchbox toward Genji Ao:

"My dog ​​son, I can't eat anymore. These leftover chicken pieces are your treat."

Looking at the half-eaten chicken nugget in the other person's lunchbox that hadn't been touched at all, Yuan Qing couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Huh? Isn't this a bit much? You don't seem to have eaten much."

"I fried too much at the convenience store, and the leftovers were given to me by the boss. I've been eating too much lately, and I'm almost throwing up. If you don't want to eat them, they'll just have to be thrown away anyway, so you're getting a good deal, you dog."

Yuki Tsukishiro spoke in a calm tone, as if she were discussing the weather, but Gensei knew, of course, that this was a treat she had deliberately left for him.

I snatched a small fish and got several chicken nuggets in return—worth it!

"Your Majesty's grace! Your son kowtows in gratitude!!"

Yuan Qing grinned, rubbed his hands vigorously, picked up a chicken piece without hesitation, and took a bite.

The aroma of the oil exploded in his mouth, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes in satisfaction.

Meat is still the best.

Is this what money tastes like? I've actually fallen so low that I have to be grateful to eat chicken nuggets.

Ah, it's so good to be rich.

Yuan Qing closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, completely unaware that Yuki Tsukishiro, sitting opposite him, smiled with an extremely gentle curve when she saw him like this.

Suddenly, Yuan Qing spoke up: "Hey, Hagi, you really don't need to do this."

"Ok?"

Yuki Tsukishiro felt a pang of panic, thinking that the other party had discovered something.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Qing added, "Given our relationship, you don't need to worry about my pride or face. Just send me the money directly."

"Go to hell, I've really wasted my time."

"Just kidding, but I'm actually a bit strapped for cash lately. My old shop closed down, and I need to find a new job. You're the number one job seeker on the artificial island, do you have any good recommendations?"

"There really is. Do you know the Azure Mansion? It's a real estate project invested in by the Shiomi family, with shopping malls, high-end five-star hotels, and luxurious office and clubhouse facilities."

"You mean that 66-story skyscraper in Yanhudai?"

"Yes, the newly opened Royal Hotel inside is hiring toilet cleaners, you can give it a try."

"Sweeping toilets?"

Yuan Qing immediately yelled, "Damn it, what do you take me for? I, the chosen one, the supreme ruler, you actually want me to clean toilets? No way! Even a dog wouldn't..."

“5000 yen per hour,” Yuki Tsukishiro calmly uttered.

"Do it! Do it, do it, do it! If the dog won't do it, I will!"

"Tsk, look at you, you're such a wimp. How about tomorrow? Tomorrow's Saturday, you don't have to go to clubs in the afternoon, I'll take you."

"Do you have connections in there?"

"Of course, I'm a senior hotel waiter!"

"A waiter is a waiter, but a high-class waiter? Give me a break."

......

After school, Yuanqing, as usual, first took a stroll around the student council to see if he needed to stay and help out today.

Originally, I just wanted to show up as usual and then be sent away by the president, but I didn't expect that today this guy would be moved by my "dedicated" behavior and ask me to help move the books.

Damn it! I miscalculated!

There were three boxes of books in total, all of which were the school's latest extracurricular reading materials on safety education.

Yuanqing carried two boxes, and the chairman carried one box.

Despite having already surpassed human limits in strength, Yuan Qing, adhering to the principle of slacking off whenever possible, began to pant heavily after only a few steps:

"President, is there a shot put in here? It's so heavy!"

"Tsk, trash."

Shiori Shiomi gave him a disdainful look, then took a box of books from the box he was carrying and gave them to herself.

This resulted in her small stature carrying books that were almost too heavy for her, making them much heavier than Yuanqing's.

Holy crap, where does this girl get such strength?

Not only is he small, but he's also incredibly strong?

She could walk steadily even when she couldn't see the road ahead...

Are you not a sister, but a forklift reincarnated?

The two carried the books back to the student council activity room. As soon as the door closed, Yuanqing slammed the books on the ground and plopped down in a chair, groaning in distress.

"Ouch, it's so heavy, I'm so tired."

As Shiori Shiomi passed by him, she gave him a cold, disgusted look: "You're complaining about being tired with such a small amount? Didn't you eat lunch?"

"Hey, you were right!"

Yuan Qing raised his finger and used this opportunity to complain: "I say, President, can you do something about this lousy school cafeteria?"

The food was terrible, overpriced, the rice was undercooked, the portions were tiny, and even adding a little extra salt felt like torture.

Without looking up, Shiori Shiomi replied, "What's the point of you coming to me about this? Isn't there a suggestion box for the board of directors?"

Ah, suggestion box.

While this school isn't as cunning as installing surveillance cameras on the suggestion boxes, it's still practically useless.

Instead of hoping the suggestion box will work, we should hope a magical girl will descend from the sky and strike for justice.

Seeing that Yuanqing didn't speak again, Shiori Shiori looked up at him, then lowered her head and said calmly, "I'll go check on it when I have time. There's no work in the student council, you can go back now."

"Row."

Yuan Qing pursed his lips, got up and left the activity room.

Tsk, what a perfunctory response.

If you only have time to take a look, then you're never really free.

Forget it, they don't control the finances anyway, and besides, the cafeteria is run by their family members. How can family members fight each other?

Alas, capital.

Book 1: Chapter 28 The Fire Keeper Did It Too

It's almost midnight again.

In the past, Yuan Qing would have been fast asleep at this time. He would only stay up this late occasionally when he was engrossed in watching dramas or playing games, or when he couldn't find satisfactory spellcasting materials for a long time.

Now, midnight has become the time he looks forward to most each day.

I glanced at the time on my phone: 23:59 PM.