Sakura Emma, ​​I'm going to control you fiercely!

"Hey, Sakuraba—"

The leader of those blocking the way was about to speak.

Emma felt a chill run down her spine.

Just when Emma thought she was about to lose face in this bullying incident, she discovered that the deity completely ignored these people blocking her way, not even bothering to dodge, and simply "crashed" into them!

Where did this speed bump come from?

With an impatient snort from Yang Wen, Emma's seemingly delicate pink body instantly transformed into a dump truck speeding away!

Under the magical girl's terrifying strength, the students blocking her way were violently knocked away like bowling pins!

"what!"

They screamed and fell flat on their backs, their keychains, student cards, lunch boxes, and tram passes scattering everywhere from their backpacks.

Meanwhile, Yang Wen, sitting in front of the screen, impatiently pressed the W key, controlling Emma to mercilessly step over their skirts and fallen objects.

Emma used the words of a deity to describe the scene before her: "They dropped, they dropped equipment!"

Without looking back, "oneself" continued forward, searching for the mission target—one's own seat.

Emma blinked.

Ah... she seems to have forgotten that the gods are not the type to passively accept whatever comes their way.

So... he heard what those people said and then stood up for him?

Was that collision intentional?

Emma felt a warm glow inside.

Yang Wen was still maneuvering Emma to push through the crowded people in front of her.

He felt that sometimes the actual physical collision volume wasn't a good thing either.

Several background NPCs with no health bars insisted on blocking the only way, slowing down Emma's sprint speed.

"Sigh... immersion."

"Hey! Sakura Emma? What happened to you just now?!"

"Yeah, why did it crash into us!"

Faced with such immersive and realistic words, Yang Wen simply ignored them.

It's good enough that there's no "die if you block my way" mentality.

So Yang Wen continued to steer the dump truck, smashing through the people in front of him.

……

……

"Is it confirmed, Miss Meruru?"

Among the audience at the concert hall walked an ordinary-looking short-haired girl.

If you get closer, you'll find that the girl moves in an almost floating manner.

And she had a violet pinned to her clothes.

The girl avoided the crowded area and spoke into her phone.

"Those powerful magical girls have been transferred to missions outside of Tokyo, and they won't be back today, at least not today?"

The short-haired girl is naturally Margot.

She gave a cold laugh.

Since the powerful magical girls of Tokyo are not here, if an eclipse is triggered, the ones who come to the rescue will be some weaker magical girls.

Within the Eclipse, such magical girls, due to their own weakness, will inevitably trigger new despair, creating even more witches.

Marg hung up the phone and whispered,

"That's... really a twisted sense of humor."

Marg couldn't understand Meruru's oft-repeated phrase, "maximizing despair."

Unfortunately, at this moment, I am on the same side as the other party.

Marg gripped the small handbag beside her—it contained both the bubble gun and the tree root echo.

At that moment, she was bumped on the shoulder.

Marge frowned slightly, but didn't seem to care.

There will always be those unethical people.

But the next second, a hand roughly pulled her apart, and in the instant they brushed past each other, it gave her buttocks a hard squeeze!

A strange, tingling sensation even came over me!

Marg's hair stood on end, and she abruptly turned her head—

Then he took a deep breath.

It's Emma Sakura!

Marg's heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

However, the battle she had anticipated did not occur.

Emma Sakura, like an emotionless bulldozer, shoved aside the students in front of her without even glancing at them for half a second, and walked straight toward her seat in the front row.

Marg stood frozen in place, watching Emma's retreating figure, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"This guy really has no respect for anyone."

Can this kind of person be considered a magical girl?

Marge couldn't help but lament the low character of the younger generation.

At that moment, she realized:

Was it Emma Sakura who touched her just now?

Have I been discovered again?

She looked at Emma Sakura's back, only to see that the other woman was simply moving forward without any distraction, showing no sense of urgency that "there is a witch in the venue".

Marg breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I guess... it hasn't been discovered yet.

Meanwhile, on Yang Wen's side...

Among a bunch of NPCs with neutral names, one with a red name was hard to miss.

Emma: 'So soft, so bouncy...and so big...'

Emma will probably never forget the feeling she just experienced in her palm.

I'm so envious...

Yang Wen looked at the pop-up window in front of him:

[Gained 2 units of Pink Filth]

[The witch, now a phantom, has been marked and is being pursued by the true form, and a parasitic seed has been planted within her.]

At this moment, the curtain on the stage was drawn back.

A new performer is about to take the stage.

"Next up, please welcome—Hannah Tohno!"

The spotlight was focused on the grand piano on the stage.

Book 1: Chapter 71 I pushed Hannah!

click, click, click...

Hannah, dressed in a gorgeous gold and green gown, lifted the hem of her dress and slowly walked onto the stage.

The spotlight shone on her shoulder, making her snow-white skin seem to glow!

But her hands were trembling slightly.

She looked down at the audience, whose voices were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and her gaze first fell on the ordinary people.

It's not that Hannah is bragging. Her portrayal of a rich young lady was perfect; most of the students looked at her with admiration.

Then, Hannah looked toward the most important part of the concert—

Emma Sakura sat at the very front of the stage, arms crossed, her expression aloof.

There were no other seats around her, making Emma Sakura seem as if she were living in a world apart.

Hannah even saw several students sitting in the back row secretly gossiping about Emma Sakura's back. Their expressions were even somewhat ferocious.

Hannah smiled slightly.

Emma's interpersonal relationships on campus don't seem to be very good, and she seems to be "overwhelmed with negative reviews".

Just like a certain game.

What kind of expressions would these people have if they knew that Emma was a sparkling magical girl who protected the city?

Hannah pictured that scene, and her tension eased considerably.

squeak-

Almost unconsciously, Hannah sat down on the piano bench by relying on muscle memory.

Adjusting the seat and lifting the piano lid, I immediately spotted middle C.

She didn't need sheet music. The strength, emotion, and duration of every note were already imprinted in her mind.

Hannah, with her eyes slightly closed, pressed the first note of the Fantasy Impromptu...

As the Steinway piano's rich and rapid notes filled the room, the entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the students were watching Hannah intently.

Emma listened to Hannah's piano playing and noticed that "her" gaze was fixed on Hannah.

'Although the deity is usually unreliable, he's actually quite dependable when it counts.'

She thought the deity would wander around the venue, searching everywhere. But she's been so obedient...

Give him a shout-out!

While Hannah appeared to be playing calmly, her hands were actually trembling slightly.

She glanced gently at Emma.

Emma stared at her intently, as if glued to Hannah.

'Thankfully... they seem to like it.'

Meanwhile, Yang Wen, watching anime on his phone, was waiting for the unskippable CG scene to finish.

Hannah's nervousness vanished instantly, her hands stopped trembling, and she truly got into the zone.

The sound of "Fantasy-Impromptu" suddenly became smoother, and emotions were attached to it.

To Hannah's surprise, no one yawned this time; everyone was completely absorbed in the performance.

Emma's gaze remained fixed on Hannah, never wavering.

'Are you listening so attentively?'

Does he like my music that much?

Hannah's confidence surged within her!

Richer emotions are conveyed through the music.

When the music reached its first emotional climax, Yang Wencai looked back at the screen.

[Pink Filth +6]

Yang Wen: "???"

Why did they add it again? He didn't do anything.