Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

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　"You said you've officially accepted Yao Chuanguang as your apprentice, and you're even planning to teach her your Crimson Crystal technique, hoping she'll inherit your skills?"

　Cong Yu said this with a face full of black lines.

　Hong, standing on the balcony, gazed at the starry sky indifferently: "Yes, but it's not really a passing down of knowledge... I just taught it to her."

　"Anyway, the Crimson Crystal will eventually turn into something like the Shining Crystal. Yaochuan Guang's magic diffusion effect is very strong, just like her Shining Array."

　"..." Oh no!

　"Hong, promise me you'll be careful from now on, okay?"

　Cong Yu said sadly, gazing at the stars as if he could already see the red omen of death shining brightly: "Never be reckless when you encounter an enemy you can't defeat... notify me anytime."

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　Chapter 350 Cong Yu is challenging divination (containing a revenge plan)

　In Fengdu, there is a fortune teller who is said to be very skilled. He runs a fortune-telling shop open to the public, called (Fengdu Miaomiao House).

　(Mentioned in Chapter 245)

　Cong Yu had heard of it before, but had never been there. However, today he appeared in front of the Fengdu Miaomiao House.

　The main reason is...

　He was a little scared.

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　Something's not right... He always says and does some pretty outrageous things, and his body is covered with death flags.

　Although it sounds funny.

　But this is no joke.

　After all, this world doesn't have the classic teacher figures who all die suddenly like in those manga works... that's why Kurenai said those things.

　On the bright side, it's called "setting a flag"—if Cong Yu is careful, there's still some room for redemption. On the other hand…

　This is called a "hint from fate".

　Fate is something completely beyond Cong Yu's comprehension. Yet, undeniably, he could deeply sense its existence.

　When Cong Yu learned that the Saint King's father was named Joseph, he jokingly wondered if Joseph would pull out the sword in the stone and become king.

　As a result, the Saint King really did become king.

　During the voyage, the crew mistook Cong Yu for a sea monster, and he later actually formed a significant connection with the sea monster.

　The same thing happened in Futo...

　The magical girl squad that I casually live in includes one girl who has a grudge against me, and another who is destined to be the king of monsters.

　Good, good, good, each of them possesses unique skills.

　Fate can be incredibly interesting, but Cong Yu also knows that when it decides to mess with you, it can be truly unpredictable.

　One day, when Cong Yu wasn't paying attention, Hong was shouting, "The dragon should return to the sea, but the sea does not welcome me under the rainbow's roof," when suddenly her eyes widened, her legs went straight... and she died.

　Who can I complain to about this mess?

　He didn't really understand fate...

　So he thought he'd find someone who might understand fate better... a fortune teller might be a good choice.

　Although he could also be a conman or swindler.

　If that doesn't work, ask the King of Death if he knows any prophets or anything like that... like Gypsy fortune tellers.

　With this in mind, Cong Yu watched as several beautiful and energetic high school girls walked out of the fortune-telling shop in high spirits.

　Cong Yu glanced around and found that most of the people who came to this Fengdu Miaomiao House were students from nearby schools.

　Moreover, the divination results that everyone received seemed to be quite good.

　This made Cong Yu lose all hope... As everyone knows, those who only say nice things are usually liars.

　After all, they don't sell any "lucky charms" here; it's just a fortune-telling shop.

　If Cong Yu were to open a fortune-telling shop, she would definitely only say nice things.

　"Oh dear, they're saying there's no chance between me and Jian Jun! Hahaha... Sigh."

　The girl who had been so excited suddenly looked dejected: "Oh well, if it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen..."

　Her companions immediately began to comfort her.

　"..." Ah, it seems I still said bad things... Alright, now all the JKs' love problems have been consulted, and there's no one in line anymore.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu fiddled with her phone as she walked into the fortune-telling shop... to ask about the question related to red.

　I entered the fortune teller's shop.

　Cong Yu was immediately surprised... He could tell at a glance that this fortune teller here was probably not just running a fortune telling business.

　Or rather, it's not just about divination methods like crystal ball divination or tarot card divination.

　The walls were covered with all sorts of familiar objects.

　Tortoise shells, compasses, candles, dice, copper coins, divination sticks and bamboo sticks, pendulums, a pot for the water mirror... all were placed here.

　The fortune teller sitting behind the table was a young-looking girl, dressed... well.

　She was a girl in a cheongsam with a double-bun hairstyle.

　Yes, that's what's known as a steamed bun.

　"..." Cong Yu had a rant stuck in her throat, unsure of how or how to express it about such a somewhat stereotypical image.

　When the other person saw Cong Yu enter without saying a word, they subconsciously assumed that the other person might be shy or still hesitating about whether to have their fortune told, so they took the initiative to speak up: "Hello, how can I help you?"

　"..." Cong Yu confirmed it and figured that the other party was definitely a person from the mysterious side of China... that kind of temperament was very obvious.

　A kind of "refined" female official feeling...

　Although it didn't have the same strong sense of "detachment" as the serious cultivators Cong Yu had seen before, it was still somewhat similar.

　Having confirmed this, Cong Yu spoke simply in standard Federal language, which was the "common language" of this era: "Well, I've encountered some... questions that I'd like to ask."

　Upon hearing this, the fortune teller... or rather, the semi-divine being, immediately perked up, and his opening remark carried an indescribable air: "Oh my! Isn't this a fellow villager! How rare, an international student, huh?"

　Are you an international student?

　"I guess you could say that... What's your surname?"

　Cong Yu asked this question, and the other party replied with a smile: "My surname is Lin, you can just call me Miss Lin."

　As she said this, Ms. Lin quickly got into business mode: "Alright, since we're from the same hometown, we probably know a thing or two... so I don't need to waste my breath and explain anymore."

　It seems that the unique chatter of Japanese high school girls is giving this Chinese fortune teller quite a headache.

　Judging from this, Cong

　Yu, resting her chin on her hand, replied, "Well, those in the know have some understanding of it, but..."

　Miss Lin immediately understood what Cong Yu said.

　"I understand. Those swindlers who take money to cheat people have all sorts of tricks... Don't worry, fellow countryman, Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people!"

　The so-called "scam" refers to the business of subtly persuading clients to spend money by observing their expressions and using indirect methods.

　To put it simply, they are... fortune tellers who deceive people.

　In contrast, there are also fortune tellers who genuinely understand divination and hexagrams, and are called "sharp-tongued" fortune tellers. However, they put in a lot of effort and rarely win the favor of their customers.

　"..." Although that's what she said, Cong Yu was still not entirely at ease... After all, she sensed that there was something more to the other party's words.

　Were many of those JK girls fooled by Ms. Lin's sweet talk?

　Seemingly noticing Cong Yu's suspicion, Miss Lin immediately patted her chest confidently: "How about this, brother, just write a Chinese character on a piece of paper, and I'll take a quick look to see why you've come... to prove my strength."

　"..." What a classic deceptive opening move!

　Why don't you VIP me for 50 and see what I'm capable of?

　Chapter 351 Red: Send!

　The person asking the question writes down a character at random, and the diviner then uses that character to guess the person's thoughts, fortune, and the reason for their inquiry.

　This is character divination.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu casually wrote the character "Cong" on the white paper pushed towards him, preparing to see what the other party would say.

　"..." As for Cong Yu's handwriting, Miss Lin examined it for a while, then casually said, "First of all, your surname is Cong?"

　That's easy to see...

　After all, Cong Yu just wrote a random character, which could very well be Cong Yu's surname or given name.

　"Yes."

　Cong Yu gave a simple response, thinking that many people could probably guess this... Then, the other party spoke again: "You came for your friend."

　"..." That's interesting.

　Cong Yu was curious about how the other person would react if she denied it at this moment... but she decided against it.

　"How did you get it?"

　In response to Cong Yu's words, Ms. Lin with the bun hairstyle nodded at the character "Cong": "The two people are walking side by side... Obviously, you want to ask about someone you are close to."

　Indeed, if you break down the character "丛" (cong), you can see the character for "two" (人).

　"Then, look at the shape of your characters. There's a person on the left, written casually and naturally, yet large, pushing straight forward. This indicates that you've come to ask for divination."

　"The person on your right and the person on your left are not next to each other, which means they are not your lover or relative, at least not related by blood."

　"This suggests they are probably friends."

　Ms. Lin's analysis was so casual, and while her words made sense, they were inexplicably hard to believe.

　The inference link between this phenomenon and the conclusion is far-fetched and far-fetched.

　"Moreover, what you've come to divine is probably not your friend's 'past' and 'present.' The horizontal stroke in your character '丛' is slightly longer on the left and shorter on the right, and at the end, the brush tip is slightly lifted."

　As Ms. Lin spoke, she boldly speculated in front of her fellow villager: "I guess you probably just have some kind of 'bad feeling,' and you're just trying to put your mind at ease about something that's still up in the air, right?"

　"..." Cong Yu: "..."

　Somewhat surprised, Cong Yu began to believe that the person opposite him truly possessed skill. He asked curiously, "What if I didn't write the character 'Cong'?"

　Ms. Lin's response was also very simple.

　"In that case, what you're asking about isn't this matter... Divination, isn't it interesting?"

　It's really interesting.

　"Hmm, how about I write another character, and you guess who I am?"

　Ms. Lin glanced at Cong Yu, who was getting playful, and said, "You're not going to write the character 'one,' are you? That's fake."

　Here, Ms. Lin is referring to a story about an emperor that has been widely circulated in children's storybooks.

　It's probably like the Yilin of the fortune-telling world... just like how American restaurants wash dishes seven times, Germans wrap parts in oil paper, and Japanese people drink toilet water.

　Moreover, Ms. Lin's skill level is clearly not low.

　There's not even a need for Cong Yu to write anything...

　"You're either the leader of magical girls or the leader of monsters... or at least a high-ranking official."

　As she said this, the seemingly capable woman surnamed Lin glanced at the JK girls who had started queuing outside and said, "Alright, tell me your friend's birth date and time... If you don't know, just give me his name."

　There's nothing we can do about birth date and time. As for Hong's birth date, Cong Yu's knowledge is limited to the year, month, and day... she doesn't know anything more specific.

　Hong herself probably doesn't understand...

　The name doesn't matter.

　"..." Then, Cong Yu watched as Miss Lin fiddled with something on the computer, and then the other party was obviously stunned for a moment; "Um, she's in the Kaiyang year... As a friend, I'll remind her to be careful this year, and she'll get through it."

　Ms. Lin's words were somewhat vague.

　Cong Yu seemed to understand what the other person meant, and he expressed his gratitude for Lao Hong's concern.

　It really came in handy.