Why are the magical girls in your area male?

"Go to hell, do you think I'm a disposable dad?"

Volume 1: Chapter 43 The Little Female Demon: Guo Nan Steams Shrimp Heads (2/3)

As the two were arguing, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from them.

Although it might sound a bit exaggerated, Yuan Qing did feel that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped several degrees.

Why do I have this familiar, eerie feeling?

He glanced at Yuki Tsukishiro without making a sound; the kid seemed to have noticed this as well.

The two tacitly reached a consensus and silently turned their heads away.

Not far behind, the familiar white-haired, red-eyed loli was standing there, looking puzzled.

She changed into a pure white evening gown, simple and elegant overall, without any extra embellishments, except for the lace trim at the neckline which added a touch of visual richness.

Yuan Qing could tell at a glance that the dress was custom-made, and it was able to perfectly wrap the over-fermented dough of the dead loli.

"Damn, why is this guy here?" Yuan Qing lowered his voice and started the team voice chat with Yue Shiro Yuki.

The latter whispered, "Idiot, have you forgotten? The charity gala tonight is hosted by the Shiomi family, so it's perfectly normal for the chairman to be here!"

"It really is."

Yuan Qing nodded, about to say a few more words, when he noticed that the little girl was staring at the napkin in his hand from more than ten meters away.

Oh no, this is the one I just used to wrap the sandwiches, it's all soaked with sauce.

Could that little brat have seen me eating that sandwich?

Thinking of this, Yuan Qing couldn't help but feel a little awkward, and even the well-tailored and comfortable security uniform he was wearing seemed particularly irritating.

Although the other person's expression was calm, Yuan Qing could clearly see three parts disdain, three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and one part suppressed laughter in her eyes.

Embarrassing, awkward.

Just as Yuan Qing felt that he and his three teammates, who were about to be hit by the Black Dragon's fan-shaped fire-breathing attack, were about to strike, he set aside and fired a restraining bullet.

I feel like I'm living a life worse than death, I'm so ashamed I could dig my toes out of my body.

What is this comparable to?

It was like Malphite teleporting, flashing, and using his ultimate to knock up five opponents. Yasuo and Neeko were practically wearing out their ultimates, but then Bard, the support, threw Zhonya's Hourglass at all five of them.

At this moment, he is the sinner who fired the restraint bomb, the Bard who ruined the team fight, and Guo Nan who is even more shameless than the katana shrimp.

What do you mean, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed?

It's all fake! A scam!

Shiori Shiomi rested her chin on her hand thoughtfully, pondered for a long time, and decided to pretend she hadn't seen anything, walking straight past the two people standing at the door like guardians.

However, just when Yuan Qing thought the other party would continue to ignore him and was about to breathe a sigh of relief...

Suddenly, the other person turned around and faced him.

Then, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a typical contemptuous and wicked smile typical of a little devil.

"Miscellaneous fish."

"Did you hear that? You coward!"

"Miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish~"

Even though the other person didn't move their mouth, Gensei could vividly imagine Shiori Shiomi's lines.

I can even hallucinate her harsh emphasis and voice!

Do not! !

Yamete, don't look at me, I have Jade Syndrome.

Hehe, I'm going to make sure you die!!!

"Hey? Dog, don't be silly, look who's that!"

Yuki Tsukishiro's call interrupted Genji's self-imposed isolation.

The latter looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, somewhat familiar figure appear not far away.

"Woqu, Xi! Hai!"

Yuan Qing instinctively raised his right hand at a 45-degree angle, his fingers together and pointing forward.

Fortunately, Yuki Tsukishiro, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and grabbed his arm: "What the hell are you doing? You want to die?!"

The two's playful fighting immediately attracted the attention of the tall figure.

"You two..."

She approached the two men, her gaze sweeping over their faces with a slightly thoughtful expression, as if trying to recall where she had seen them before.

"Hello, Ms. Toriumi. We are from Class 2B of Grade 11. My name is Yuki Tsukishiro, and his name is Ao Minamoto."

Yuki Tsukishiro reacted quickly, immediately flashing a smile and displaying the demeanor of a model student who knew good manners and etiquette.

Toriumi Ritsuki finally remembered and greeted the two with a smile: "Hello, I didn't expect to meet you here. Judging from your outfits, are you working part-time here?"

"Correct."

"It's good for young people to gain more experience, but don't overwork yourself."

She gave a gentle word of advice, ended the conversation, and resumed her usual dejected state, heading straight into the banquet hall.

After she left, Yuanqing immediately looked puzzled: "That's strange. Why is Teacher Toriumi here? It seems that the president, that little brat, brought her here."

"Could they also be business partners?"

"How could that be? Absolutely not!"

"Why is it impossible? What makes you so sure?"

"Ha, because I could smell the unmistakable stench of poverty on her."

Yuan Qing used his middle finger to lift the glasses that weren't even on his nose, striking a mysterious pose: "Such a familiar taste, exactly like ours."

"Come on, give me a break. We're the only poor couple here, okay? Their clothes are worth a month's wages for us, and you're still mocking them."

Yuki Tsukishiro showed a look of disdain, clearly scoffing at Genji's statement.

Yuan Qing did not refute this.

Ah, youth.

Do you really want me to tell you that the other person is labeled as "a spendthrift with 27 years left on their mortgage" or "a starving ghost who rented an ultra-luxury gown to mooch off an upper-class dinner"?

Ever since I awakened the system's tagging function, none of the guys I've encountered seem like human beings.

Or rather, it has always been so.

On the surface, everyone appears to be normal, but in reality, they are all forced to wear masks.

Or perhaps, it is not people wearing masks, but rather being worn by masks.

After all, when hypocrisy becomes a survival instinct, freedom becomes a homesickness with nowhere to go.

Yuan Qing sighed inwardly.

Suddenly, his expression hardened, and his eyes became sharp!

Wow, that was a really good line! I can't believe I came up with it!

I need to write this down so I can show off when I write the Chinese essay in the exam!

Joking aside, it seems that Toriumi Riki and Shiomi Shiori do indeed have a relationship beyond that of teacher and student.

Oh, I didn't mean a romantic relationship, everyone please don't get excited.

While Gensei was brainstorming, Shiori Shiomi was elegantly raising a glass in return to the guests around her.

Although those under 18 can drink beverages instead of alcohol, she still doesn't like these kinds of occasions.

Of course, only a portion of the population dislikes this decadent and hypocritical lifestyle.

The most important reason is that she is too short. No matter who she looks at, she has to look up, return their greetings, and exchange pleasantries. Before long, her neck will hurt.

After dealing with most of the issues, she went to the floor-to-ceiling window on the outside of the observation deck.

Away from the crowds, even the air felt much fresher.

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man with slightly graying temples is standing alone by the window, admiring the view.

Shiori Shiomi bowed slightly to the man's back and said, "Dad, I'm here."

Volume 1: Chapter 44 The Big-Eatery Bag-Shaped Xi Hai, 2.5 Jōjō Go (3/3)

As Shiori Shiomi's voice rang out, the man slowly turned around.

He is none other than Shiomi Soichiro, the head of the Shiomi Group and one of the true giants of Tokyo's business world.

Approaching fifty, he still stood tall and straight, his broad shoulders supporting a well-tailored dark suit, exuding the composure and authority of someone who had long held a high position.

"Well, here?"

Shiomi Souichirou has a sharply defined face, as if carved by a knife and axe. His deep-set eyes are sharp like those of a hawk. Only when he is alone with his daughter does he show a gentle smile.

He reached out and gently placed his broad palm on his daughter's soft hair, ruffling it with affection: "You've worked hard, you did a great job tonight."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced across the banquet hall. The guests appeared to be busy with their own things, but their eyes were actually focused on the father and daughter, whether openly or secretly.

"This situation is a bit difficult for you, thank you for sharing the burden with me."

"The duty lies."

Shiori Shiomi lowered her eyes slightly and answered concisely.

"Ah."

Shiomi Souichirou responded and turned his gaze back to the city lights below, which shone like a starry river.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Your grandfather called me about the Daytime Academy incident."

Shiori Shiomi raised her head, her blood-red eyes calm and unwavering, showing no surprise at the matter.

Shiomi Soichiro didn't look at her, his gaze still fixed on the distance: "He was furious, saying that I spoiled you and showed you no mercy, dragging his son away in public, and the news spread throughout the whole family, making him lose face completely."

He took a sip of red wine, his Adam's apple bobbing, before continuing, "Your seventh uncle is useless and slovenly; he needs to be taught a lesson."

You did the right thing. The evidence was conclusive, and you acted swiftly and decisively. Dad is very pleased with that.

He turned his head to look at his daughter, a hint of approval in his eyes, "The Xijian family doesn't need parasites. You're more decisive than your father was back then."

Shiori Shiomi remained silent, simply listening quietly.

“However…” Shiomi Soichiro changed the subject, speaking in a gentle tone, “No matter how useless he is, he is still your seventh uncle, your elder, and he helped your father a lot back then.”

If something similar happens again next time, could you...?

"Understood, Dad. I will let you know in advance."

Shiori Shiomi responded.

Shiomi Soichiro smiled with satisfaction at his daughter's sensible attitude.

He knew his daughter's personality and abilities well, and he also understood that she disdained the intricacies of social etiquette.

But he knew even better that in this deeply entrenched family and business world, sometimes, the strongest can be easily broken.

His daughter was still young and needed guidance; he didn't want her to face the resistance from within the family, which was tainted with decay, too early.

Shiomi Soichiro gently ruffled his daughter's hair again, his eyes full of affection: "Good girl, thank you for being so understanding of your father."

"Ah."

"Let's have a drink together, father and daughter. Of course, you can have a soft drink."

"it is good."

Shiori Shiomi took a glass of sparkling water from a waiter not far away and gently clinked it against her father's wine glass.

A crisp impact sound rang out in the quiet corner of the observation deck.

Shiomi Soichiro took a sip of sake, a conflicted look on his face.