My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

"Hmph, so you finally decided to show up for class today?"

Lin Guang didn't actively drive her away, letting her loiter around him as she pleased: "I come when I have time, and I don't when I don't."

"Oh really? But I remember that when you said you had no time before, you still went to the Youth Palace Kendo Hall and had a blast swinging your sword."

Xia Yao deliberately drew out her tone: "So that's what you call having no time?"

Lin Guang shot her a strange look: "And?"

What, did I need to report my whereabouts to you or something?

I was a man destined to be a savior—I went wherever I pleased.

Xia Yao didn't get mad, as if she already understood his personality well. She giggled and was about to say something else when she suddenly noticed Lin Guang seemed to be seriously sizing her up.

His piercing gaze focused on her, scanning her without reservation, as if he was pondering something.

Xia Yao keenly caught that look. She froze at first, then felt an uncontrollable surge of secret delight and smugness.

Hmph, had this blockhead finally wised up?

And this outfit had taken this young lady a full thirty minutes to put together in the dressing room!

Yet she had absolutely no idea what was turning in Lin Guang's mind at that moment.

Light-boned, long-limbed, and...

Lin Guang stared at Xia Yao's basically flat chest and, for the first time ever, gave an extremely high appraisal in his mind:

Not bad, very suited for combat.

Although Lin Guang had always scoffed at her board-like figure before—after all, in his past life when he played female characters, he always maxed out the chest slider—now that he thought about it, Xia Yao's physique was pretty similar to Mengmengxiang's body. This almost completely flat construction was practically tailor-made for high-speed combat.

No excess fat accumulation meant no extra center of gravity shifts during high-speed offense and defense, no need to waste magic power stabilizing a bouncing chest, and the smallest possible hitbox.

Tang Keren's and Zihan's chest development had clearly surpassed most of their peers, so they were obviously inferior to him in terms of fine body positioning.

From this perspective, if Xia Yao could become a magical girl too, she should have a decent physique for combat.

Reining in his scattered thoughts, Lin Guang withdrew his gaze.

Xia Yao took it as him being shy, and her pride swelled even more. She was about to say something when she froze again, leaning in to stare at Lin Guang.

After scrutinizing him for a good while, she spoke with some suspicion:

"Is it my imagination, or have you started walking with your legs squeezed together? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

Because I've been showing off too long, and it's been a while since I've "released the elegance."

Lin Guang's face was expressionless: "Your imagination."

"Hmph."

Xia Yao continued hesitantly: "And you seem to have become better-looking... no, that's not it, it's more like you've become more refined?"

"Your imagination."

Lin Guang kept repeating himself.

"This time it's definitely not my imagination!"

Xia Yao's eyes widened. "Do you think I'm blind? You've gotten paler! Your skin's smoother too! And your face is more..."

She carefully studied Lin Guang's face, and for the first time, a faint blush appeared: "Did some beauty product I don't know about hit the market? No, that can't be right—how could a guy like you buy cosmetics? Did you use something or not?"

Lin Guang wanted to keep repeating himself, but considering that his magical girl identity was even harder to keep hidden, compared to that, cosmetics seemed like nothing. He changed his tune and brushed her off: "Both are possible. That's your answer."

"Fine."

Seeing that Lin Guang clearly didn't want to talk about it, Xia Yao shot him a glare, then shoved a bulging bag she was carrying into his arms.

"Here, take it. I happened to pass by the supermarket earlier and saw some ingredients on sale, so I picked up an extra portion on a whim. Consider it a favor to you."

"Cook for me today!"

It was a beautifully crafted cloth bag printed with a luxury brand logo that looked obscenely expensive.

...How convenient.

Let alone whether she had even the slightest possibility of buying discounted groceries.

If Lin Guang remembered correctly, this troublesome woman's aristocratic private school was located in the prime downtown area of Wind Capital, at least several dozen kilometers away from this remote public high school.

Wind Capital was just too big. Even with no traffic jams, driving and waiting at red lights would take over an hour, meaning this girl had gotten leave early on purpose.

Lin Guang gave a slight nod.

"Thanks."

...

Time passed quickly during the cooking and eating.

The meal was still simple and plain, but Xia Yao acted like she couldn't care less.

Xia Yao's words were filled with wild, freewheeling thoughts, but Lin Guang was only even more ridiculous and jumpy in his responses, often leaving her speechless—yet she couldn't help but laugh.

An hour passed.

Xia Yao glanced at the wall clock. Though a little reluctant, she still stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

"It's getting late. I'll head back now."

"Yeah."

Lin Guang responded and stood up as well. "Wait, I'm going downstairs too."

Hearing this, Xia Yao's beautiful eyes rippled slightly:

"..."

She suppressed the curve of her lips and pretended to be indifferent: "No need to see me off. Uncle An's car is waiting downstairs. Who would dare to rob this young lady anyway?"

"I'm not seeing you off."

Lin Guang said as he deftly pulled a bag of trash out of the kitchen and walked to the door.

"I need to take out the garbage. It just so happens I'm heading out."

Xia Yao's lips, which had been curling upward, instantly froze.

This guy's emotional intelligence—

A moment later.

At the entrance of the old residential complex, Xia Yao opened the door of her family's luxury car and got in.

The car slowly started moving.

"This guy..."

She sat in the back seat, watching through the rearview mirror as the boy, who had been standing at the complex entrance taking out the trash, grew smaller and smaller as the car drove away.

Xia Yao murmured softly: "He does seem to have changed a bit these past few days, but he's still a blockhead."

"Miss, you really care about him a lot."

The driver spoke with a gentle smile. "I've never seen you maintain such a long interest in anything."

He was a middle-aged man around fifty, with a straight posture, dressed in butler-like attire, and wearing white gloves.

Though he was aging and wrinkles lined his face, the handsomeness of his youth was still clearly visible. He looked at Xia Yao with warmth and affection.

In the upper-class families of Secret State and Wind Capital, butlers and maids were not lowly or humble roles.

Quite the opposite.

Many heirs were raised by butlers from childhood. Rather than servants, they were more like elders who had taught them since they were young, often closer than blood relatives.

And that was especially true in Xia Yao's family, where bonds were thin.

"Because this guy is really interesting, Uncle An."

Xia Yao stared at the figure of that boy under the dim streetlight, momentarily lost in thought.

She had known him for over a year, and honestly, she couldn't even articulate what she liked about Lin Guang.

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