Outside the window, a drizzling rain was falling; inside the ancient classroom, only three magical girls remained.
Following Qing Ya's departure, Magical Girl Ash "swooshed" to her feet from the wooden chair.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She crossed her arms and stamped her feet furiously, her bright, jet-black hair swaying slightly.
Then she took a deep breath and said, "This is so infuriating, Master. What exactly is your relationship with that terrifying upright crow?!"
"He's a fan of mine," she said.
Xizi Yue was flipping through this month's "Jump Youth Weekly," responding nonchalantly.
Xiaohongmao had just taken a sip of boiled water and couldn't help coughing twice, almost spraying it out.
She thought, 'Master Xizi Yue, are you turning the heavens upside down? An old man at your age being a fan of a magical girl—I might as well stand on my head and eat noodles!'
