Why are the magical girls in your area male?

Yuan Qing walked towards his bedroom, his mind filled with questions about his sister's health depletion and the inexplicable "[Cut Cloud · Snow Owl]" tag, so he didn't pay much attention to his footing.

boom!

Pfft!

With a muffled thud, my little toe slammed into the corner of the low shoe cabinet protruding from the entryway.

A sharp pain struck instantly! It caused Yuan Qing to lose his balance on the spot, and he fell forward like a toppled statue.

In an attempt to steady himself, he frantically reached out to grab the wall, but instead slammed his hand hard on a slightly protruding decorative hook, his knuckles aching from the impact.

"Holy crap!"

A series of sounds, a mixture of suppressed cries of pain and elegant traditional Chinese music, were particularly jarring in the silence.

A sharp pain instantly erupted in his calf, fingers, and toes, especially around the tips of his toes, causing tears to stream down his face.

My mind went completely blank for a moment, with only the word "pain" flashing wildly through my brain.

Just as he was leaning against the wall, standing on one leg, grimacing and gasping for breath like a golden rooster.

In the lower left corner of the view, a familiar yet extremely inappropriate system label popped up:

【HP-90】

Yuan Qing froze instantly, as if the pain had been paused by this bizarre prompt.

He ignored rubbing his swollen toes and stared intently at the illusory yet incredibly real [HP-90] label.

"Me...go?"

Did you lose health?

Just because you bumped your toe?!

Dude, your maximum health is only 100, and one hit will deduct 90 from your health?

666, I bumped my nail and got paronychia.

What kind of logic is this? It's way too outrageous!

No, the key point is, is this so-called HP really just the literal meaning of life points?!

Do you deduct points for even minor bumps and scrapes in real life?

Is this really a visual novel romance system? Why does it also have combat elements?

The commotion from Yuan Qing woke up Yuan Xun, who was already getting ready to sleep.

She flung open the door, glaring angrily at Yuan Qing through gritted teeth, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

"Yuan! Qing!"

She practically spat out each word through gritted teeth, her voice low and sharp, like a knife scraping against you:

"What the hell are you doing?! Making such a racket in the middle of the night, don't the neighbors need to sleep? They have to go to work tomorrow!!"

Normally, Yuan Qing would have already started joking around or admitting defeat, but the excruciating pain from hitting his toe right now left him speechless.

On one side is the blindingly red [HP-90], and on the other side is his sister whose anger level is off the charts. He is truly suffering in silence.

Seeing that he was holding his toes, Yuan Xun guessed what had happened.

Her chest heaved violently a few times, her fists clenched tightly, probably preparing to utter a few more harsh words such as "Serves you right" or "You might as well fall and die."

But when she saw Yuan Qing's face contorted in pain and his toes swollen beyond recognition, the words she was about to say were abruptly cut off by something invisible.

"......Fool."

She forced out those two words with a fierce expression, then turned and went to the drawer in the entryway to take out the family medical kit.

"Sit tight and don't move."

She helped Yuan Qing sit down on the sofa, then knelt down in front of him, her nightgown piled up on her knees, revealing several lingering red marks on her slender white calves.

Once Yuan Qing was seated, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuan Qing's ankle, pressing it down onto her knee—

"Go easy! You're trying to murder your own brother!"

"Shut up!" Yuan Xun glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes flashing with a fierce light, but her movements subtly slowed down a little. "I'm going to apply the medicine, don't move, or I'll wrap you up like a mummy with bandages!"

That's so fierce.

Yuan Qing secretly grumbled to himself.

Despite his sharp tone, the worry and tension in the other person's eyes made him very happy.

Yuan Xun extended his left hand and tentatively touched the edge of Yuan Qing's swollen toe joint with very light pressure using his fingertips.

hiss......

The latter subconsciously took a breath.

Perhaps because his inhalation was too obvious, Yuan Xun's fingers paused almost imperceptibly.

She frowned slightly, then slowly approached with her fingers dipped in the medicinal wine.

As her fingertips touched the wound, she subconsciously held her breath, the pressure of her massage as light as a feather.

The pungent smell of the medicinal oil mingled with the fresh, sweet scent of her hair, lingering on Yuan Qing's nose with each breath.

too close.

Yuan Qing leaned against the sofa, quietly watching Yuan Xun's movements.

She lowered her eyes and focused on massaging, her eyelashes casting small shadows under her eyes. Her breath brushed against his instep intentionally or unintentionally, stirring a subtle shiver.

Noticing Yuan Qing's gaze, her ears burned red, and a pale blush rose on her neck, spreading all the way to the shadow of her collar.

"Why are you staring at me like that...!"

Yuan Qing chuckled and teased, "Hmm? If I don't keep an eye on you, what if you use a bone-dislocating technique and leave me bedridden for the next two weeks?"

"Don't stare! Hmph..."

Yuan Xun glared at him fiercely, but when she saw his smiling face, her heart skipped a beat. She then lowered her head in a panic, letting out a barely audible sob.

The medicated oil spread as she spun around, and the sticky, wet sound amplified in the silence.

The scent of medicine and the fragrance of hair rose into an ambiguous mist, slowly spreading between the two.

When Yuan Xun bandaged his ankle, her little finger would always "unintentionally" hook around his ankle, the bandages wrapping around him like some kind of unspoken agreement.

With the last piece of tape applied, Yuan Xun breathed a sigh of relief. The light stretched the shadow of her eyelashes, casting it on her slightly sweaty nose, making it look like two deep ravines.

"Alright, don't move your injured foot too much. If it still hurts when you wake up tomorrow morning, take a day off."

Yuan Qing laughed lightly, "Oh dear, with my dear sister casting a spell, I'll definitely recover quickly."

"W-what kind of magic is this? Aren't you ashamed to say such childish things!"

Yuan Xun's face flushed red, and she bared her teeth angrily. She got up, put away the first-aid kit, and returned to the bedroom: "Go to sleep now. If you make any more noise, I'll definitely beat you up!"

"Okay, goodnight."

"Humph......"

She slammed the door shut.

Yuan Qing lowered his head with a smile. The burning, stinging pain in his toes was replaced by the coolness of the medicinal oil. The scarlet [HP-90] in his vision faded, and a soft green [HP+1, +1...] quietly appeared.

Behind the tightly closed door, Yuan Xun pressed her back against the door panel, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing her fingers, which still smelled of lingering medicinal oil. It was as if the throbbing pulse of his ankle was still branded there, making her heart tremble.

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Volume 1: Chapter 8 Brother, you're not from Nantong, are you?

The next day, the first thing Yuanqing did after waking up was to check the injury on his little toe.

Not only did the swelling and pain subside, but there wasn't even a trace of injury left.

A thought struck him, and he opened the system to check his current status:

【HP: 100/100】

Yes, my health has indeed been fully restored.

How could it heal so quickly? Is it because the medicinal wine is so effective, or is it because of my strong constitution?

After washing up, my sister and I left the apartment together.

He idly began to talk about his toes, but his younger sister reverted to her usual indifference, as if deliberately trying to avoid this embarrassing topic.

The tram has arrived.

Yuan Qing reached out to help his sister with her handbag, but she dodged it.

"You go first, I'll wait for my friend."

Xun coldly uttered those words, then continued playing on her phone without even looking up.

"Okay, see you at school then."

Yuan Qing smiled and said goodbye to her, then was pushed into the carriage by the crowd. His nearly 1.8-meter-tall frame was squeezed so that it was almost pressed against the glass.

Although it's another world, Tokyo's subway is still just as crowded as it is on Earth during the morning hours; the phrase "shoulder to shoulder" is an understatement.

Fortunately, things get much better once you get past the Shibuya section.

"Yonhodai Station, we have arrived. Next stop: Harbor Artificial Island. Passengers alighting from the train, please watch your step and disembark in an orderly manner..."

As the car door opened, Yuan Qing effortlessly saw that familiar figure.

The other person noticed him naturally and walked towards him with a smile: "Hey, son, oh ho ho."

The familiar tone of voice, the familiar greeting—it was just like a regularly appearing NPC.

Yuan Qing waved and gave the newcomer the middle finger: "Oh ho ho! You dog!"

Yuki Tsukishiro plopped down next to Minamoto no Sei, looked around, and not seeing Minamoto no Kaoru, couldn't help but ask:

"Didn't our rebellious little sister go with you again?"

"She's waiting for a friend. By the way, what do you mean by 'our family'? That bastard's got his eye on my sister again, isn't he?"

"It's true, brother-in-law, just give in to me, brother-in-law, I promise I'll treat you and Xunmei well!"

Yuki Tsukishiro shamelessly put her arm around Genji's shoulder, her delicate face covered with a lewd smile that made you want to punch her.

"Get lost, you think you're so great just because I called you fat?"

"Hey, Hagi Qing, don't be so distant. Hagi Xun will definitely not suffer if you follow me. I'm a handsome and dashing guy, known in the martial arts world as the 'Old Man Hero.' As long as I'm here, you'll have cat food to eat!"

"If you can come up with Haki-chan and Haki-kaoru, you really need to hire Haki-ko at home, Haki-ki."

"??? What the hell is 'Hajiji'? You want to get a good beating from Shen He's father, huh?"

"Ha! Don't you understand that you're not afraid of being crushed to pieces, but only of leaving your seed in the world?"

"Alright, alright, here, give me your phone, let your dad see just how many seeds you have."

"roll!"

Yuan Qing gave the middle finger and his gaze fell on the advertising screen in the subway, which was playing recent news about missing persons.

Among the missing persons is information about two of the couples who recently went missing from the private Moonlight Pavilion Mori Academy.

He murmured to himself, "Two missing persons cases have already occurred this month, and it's not even halfway through the month."

"Yes, the situation is quite serious."

"According to police investigations, the recent disappearances seem to be linked to several cases that occurred last year. Do you think there might be some cult behind this kidnapping?"

Yuan Qing's question is not without reason. Whether it is Japan on Earth or Japan in this world, the problem of cults is quite rampant.

Although it hasn't escalated to the point where the former top professional player on the Japanese server was taken down by a Japanese male gunner named "Bonbon" in two shots, if things continue to develop this way, it's probably not far off.

To be a good person, you have to be open-minded and have a broad perspective.

Yuki Tsukishiro shrugged, looking helpless: "Who knows? Anyway, you better be careful lately, don't let anyone target your private parts and kidnap you. Your private parts can only belong to me!"

"What the hell? How come Nantong is mentioned?"