Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Perhaps because the atmosphere was tiring, they unconsciously started to feel tired as well...

　So everyone started sleeping during class.

　Although many criticize Professor Hong's lectures for being perfunctory, this is understandable given the packed schedule of main courses.

　Everyone missed Teacher Hong's health and physical education classes...

　Unfortunately, she was unwell and missed class for a long time.

　"Ding-ding-ding-ding—"

　As the bell rang, the Chinese teacher, who had been frantically trying to catch up on the material, immediately stopped his hypnotic lecture: "get out of class dismissed, get out of class dismissed."

　This morning, she had classes in classes A, B, C, and E, a total of four periods. She was in ecstasy from all the classes and was starving.

　After I finish eating, I need to take a good nap in the office.

　"..."

　"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

　"Oh, I'm awake."

　These two students, with different feelings, did the same thing—preparing to eat—with different joys and sorrows.

　Some students would go to the convenience store to eat instant noodles, buy bread, or buy the school's provided lunch.

　The nutritional value and variety of dishes in the school lunch are guaranteed by professional chefs and nutritionists to ensure students' balanced nutrition.

　However, the taste was really not good.

　Generally speaking, most people still choose to bring their own lunchboxes to eat.

　Enjoying or sharing with friends or partners while seated in a classroom or outdoors.

　Cong Yu had always bought lunch at the convenience store and ate it on the rooftop... mostly bread or sandwiches.

　However, after that, he and Yaochuan Guang stayed in the food club's classroom and ate the bento boxes that Yaochuan Guang made in the morning.

　Today, the two of them also carried their lunch boxes and prepared to go to the club room.

　Of course, saying "carrying" isn't quite right either, because Cong Yu was empty-handed—the lunchbox was simply in Yao Chuan Guang's bag, as always.

　Surprisingly, Minato Namikaze was also carrying a lunchbox and looking like he was about to leave the classroom today... He usually eats in the classroom.

　"Huh? Doesn't Namikaze eat in the classroom?"

　When asked about what the other students were saying, Minato scratched his face and said, "Ah, well... my childhood friend seems to have transferred here and joined the first year. I'm going to have lunch with her."

　Upon hearing Minato Namikaze's words, some of the female students in the class immediately wailed, "Ah! Why!?"

　Are you... are you a couple?

　"Murayu is gone, and Minato-kun is gone too... No!!"

　Amidst the commotion in the class, Minato Namikaze laughed awkwardly and walked out of the classroom, then went downstairs with Cong Yu and Yao Chuan Guang.

　"Ah, Namikaze's childhood friend?"

　Yaochuan Guang asked this question curiously.

　"..." Meanwhile, Cong Yu silently thought of something... If we're talking about "Minato Namikaze's childhood friend," it just feels like there's only one person.

　In response to Yaochuan Guang's question, Namikaze Minato scratched his face and said, "Yeah, that's right... We've known each other since elementary school."

　As he said this, Minato Namikaze recalled things from the past: "She was a very gentle girl."

　As Minato Namikaze said this, the three of them walked down from the teaching building and then saw a red-haired girl waiting on a bench in the corridor of the campus.

　Then, carrying a bento box, Minato Namikaze waved at the girl under Murasame's "as expected" gaze: "Ah! Kushina, over here—"

　When Minato Namikaze greeted her, the girl called Kushina first smiled, then immediately punched him in annoyance: "Minato, you're so slow! I've been waiting for ages!"

　"..."

　"Pfft!!! Sorry, sorry—"

　Minato Namikaze, who had almost coughed up bile from being punched, expressed his apology, then looked behind him: "Them... eh?"

　Before Minato Namikaze could explain to his childhood friend about his companion's friend, he discovered that Murasame and Hikaru Yokawa had already slipped away far away.

　Cong Yu even gave him a thumbs-up from afar.

　So, there's nothing wrong with introducing us, right?

　"Minato, what are you looking at?"

　"Ah, no... nothing."

　-

　“I don’t know why

　"I feel like Minato Namikaze and that girl are a really good match... Murasame, you think so too, right?"

　Cong Yu nodded at Yao Chuan Guang's excellent intuition and sighed, "For that girl... Minato Namikaze is the only answer."

　While saying things that Yaochuan Guang couldn't understand, Cong Yu's mind flashed through the contents of "The Water Gate Chronicles," and she said, "That's why I don't want to be a third wheel."

　Hikaru Yokawa, who thought the same thing, nodded and pushed open the door to the clubroom: "Toshi-senpai, we're here."

　In response to Yaochuan Guang's greeting, Yuanan Alisa, while feeding "Wild Hammer Exterminator Snake", said, "Oh, good afternoon... Murasame is here too, it's been a long time."

　It has indeed been a long time since we last met, as Cong Yu has been on leave for quite some time.

　After that, he should have nothing to do and can enjoy a period of student life... right?

　"Drip-drip-"

　The moment Cong Yu finished thinking this, his phone rang, signaling that someone had sent him a message.

　"..."

　"..." Could it be that the students' daily lives are going to be ruined?

　With this questioning thought in mind, Cong Yu opened Linx and looked at the message that the Rap King had sent her—

　[Rap King (who is tanned): Cong Yu! Hehe! When are you coming over to my place?!]

　It seems the rap king needs my help with something, which makes the situation relatively easy to handle...

　Because of the time difference, Cong Yu only needs to go over once in the evening, which doesn't significantly affect the students' lives.

　After all, weirdos don't really need sleep, so it's okay for them to go without it occasionally.

　With this in mind, Cong Yu gave her reply—

　[Cong Yu: What's wrong?]

　Meanwhile, the rap king responded quickly, seemingly having been waiting on the other end of the phone for Cong Yu's reply.

　[Rap King (who's tanned): Carlos and Miss.Ling are both over here! I didn't understand a whole bunch of stuff they were saying.]

　[Rap King (who is tanned): But anyway, it seems that bitch Moirai is about to arrive—]

　"..." Yo?

　NO!

　What the fxck?!

　Chapter 423 Miscellaneous God

　The King of Rap, whose full name is Mack Creeper, is the head of the Creeper family, the largest family in the United States.

　Without a doubt, the United States is not his domain.

　Unlike Yuki-onna, Shinigami-oh, and Takemikazuchi, who control spiritual veins and reign as kings, Rap King's situation is actually quite similar to Murasame's.

　No, and it's not similar to a rain shower.

　If Cong Yu is the "King of the Dark Side," then Rap King is the "King of the Underground." Although they are similar, there are still differences.

　After all, most people know that there is such a person as the Rap King, but not many people know Cong Yu's identity.

　And the rap king's strength...

　To put it simply, his status in the American music scene is like Jay Chou's status in the Chinese music scene at the beginning of the 21st century.

　what?

　You're asking about fighting ability, not musical ability?

　……

　Hmm, the King of Rap... not bad.

　Defeating the boss shouldn't be a problem at all. After all, the quality and quantity of magic are there. But if you want to compete with your colleagues...

　That's still a bit of wishful thinking.

　So without a doubt, he couldn't get rid of Miss.Ling... in fact, he was at a loss for what to do.

　Even with Miss Lin's cooperation, it still wouldn't work.

　No matter how you look at it, the descent of a god is not a good thing... Of course, according to Miss Lin herself, a god doesn't appear so easily.

　First, you need to have a high-quality "embryo" and then patiently wait for it to develop.

　Secondly, Moirai needs to have sufficient reasons.

　At the most critical moment, ensure that destiny follows the most correct manifold.

　So, the way to counteract this and prevent Moira from arriving is easy to understand—either eliminate the embryo or help her maintain her destiny.

　In other words, this is a threat.

　If fate were to take a more than 50-fold turn, it's uncertain whether humanity could survive. But in the future, Moilei would certainly not be able to be born.

　"Ugh, this is so troublesome."

　Cong Yu couldn't help but say this, looking at Miss Lin sitting obediently next to him... At this moment, she had covered her eyes again and again.

　This was to prevent Moirai from spying on the world; the fabric used was something that could block magical detection...

　Cong Yu expressed doubt about whether it would be effective, while Miss Lin was more aware of the situation—it could have an effect, but not much.

　"You're really pathetic."

　Cong Yu sighed, patting her head, while Miss Lin's voice was full of weariness: "Getting involved with God is the most regrettable thing I've ever done in my life."

　Now her family is gone, her sect is gone, and the prestige of the Immortal Alliance has been severely damaged... she has nothing left.

　One's own life must continue as the embryo of God.

　"In fact, I think you're probably being targeted."

　As Cong Yu spoke, she looked at Carlos, who had fallen asleep in a chair at the LiveHouse.

　Mario: "Are you guys tired lately?"

　It was indeed very tiring. First, I had to search all over the world for Moirai's followers to deal with, traveling to nearby countries.

　Neither Carlos nor Miss Lin possessed Cong Yu's exceptional mobility.

　They can basically only rely on human transportation and their own flight.

　Then, as Moirai's voice occasionally came out of Miss Lin's mouth, she gradually began to realize something.

　Knowledge about God and information about destiny slowly flowed into her mind as her will gradually aligned with Moirai's.

　Physical fatigue is secondary.

　It's mainly mental exhaustion.

　Just then, the door to the LiveHouse opened, and the rap king walked in, striking a rapping pose: "Yo! I'm back!"

　For a Black person, it's surprisingly appropriate for the rap king to say such things.

　"So what's the result?"

　In response to Cong Yu's question, the rap king glanced at Ms. Lin, who was leaning against Cong Yu, and simply said, "Boom—"

　As the rap king uttered the onomatopoeic word, Carlos Mario slowly woke up, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "What Boom?"

　"It's an explosion!"

　"So, what explosion?"