Chapter 15: Encountering Fruit Pie Again.

“So they’re Dongyang magical girls…” Su Tang muttered to herself.

“Them?”

Su Yuting asked curiously, “The magical girls who saved Tangtang from monsters yesterday and let you stay over?”

“Mm… yeah, them.” Su Tang nodded.

“Ara, what a coincidence!”

Yuting exclaimed excitedly, “You’ve already gained their initial trust. Transferring to Dongyang now—super easy to get close again, right? Use their connections to meet more magical girls. Undercover mission: piece of cake!”

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

It did seem that way, but Su Tang felt a vague unease.

From Xia Qingli?

Or “approaching Fruit Pie again” itself?

Either way—for her desires (cough) to teach arrogant magical girls a lesson! This path was set.

Pack up—back to campus.

…

Next day.

Overcast sky, cool wind whipping between office buildings, swirling plastic bags and flyers from convenience stores. Office workers tightened ties; schoolgirls held skirts, scurrying in the breeze.

“Being a girl is troublesome…”

Su Tang grumbled, pressing her skirt front and back to avoid flashing.

Yesterday home: no pants, just oversized top covering butt—felt nothing.

Now in a short skirt: few gusts and already uncomfy.

“Ho, Sis’s reactions so pure and shy—great acting? Wait, natural talent?”

Su Xinran pondered beside her.

They were en route to school.

Different schools, same direction—walk together partway.

Xinran teaching “how to girl,” watching Su Tang’s behavior, correcting boyish quirks to avoid exposure.

Surprisingly: zero flaws.

“Big bro born male—such a waste.”

“What now.”

Another gust—Xinran’s skirt flipped; she stood firm, panties fully exposed.

“What are you doing!?” Su Tang shocked.

“Hehe, look at you freaking out—so inexperienced.”

Xinran crossed arms, suddenly profound: “This is the Free Faction style.”

“…Free Faction?”

“Panties have the right to kiss the world!”

Xinran declared dramatically, “Miss Wind invites panties to world-kiss—how cruel to refuse? Unfair to panties!”

“Ha…”

Su Tang speechless—used to her family’s weirdos.

Soon: Xinran’s school gate.

“Overall, Sis: perfect. Even girlier than me.”

Xinran hands on hips, “No exposure worries.”

“Comparing to you… low bar.”

Girly? Unsure. Normal? Definitely more than her.

Dropped Xinran off; after a while, Su Tang reached Dongyang High.

As a joint school: first glance screamed unique. Historic exterior; inside a different world—massive.

“Almost a mini-city?” Su Tang thought, shocked.

Magical girl school: beyond classrooms, dorms, fields—city amenities galore. Only missing: airport. (Sign nearby: “No Flying on Campus”—for magical girls.)

“You must be Su Tang?”

Luggage in tow, staring around—strange voice.

Turned: petite young woman in suit, glasses, neat ponytail, waving briskly over.

Su Tang glanced her chest.

Airport acquired!

“I’m Su Tang. Um… teacher?” Polite reply.

Petite but mature face, suited—teacher?

“Grade 10 homeroom director and your class teacher. surname Lin.”

Teacher Lin answered, “Follow me to class.”

“O-okay.”

Su Tang nodded, followed—thinking: Picking me up personally? Evil Doctor’s doing?

Under Teacher Lin: into a building. Pre-class; halls had students—but odd: no smiles, all suppressed, enduring something.

“Weird vibe… something happen?”

Deeper in: weirder atmosphere enveloped her, puzzling.

Soon: class time. Students back; Su Tang to her room.

Grade 10 (3).

Knock knock knock.

Teacher Lin knocked, signaled quiet, led Su Tang in.

Inside: weirdness intensified. Silent, yet whispers everywhere—like chants.

“This is our new transfer student. From today, she’s part of Class 3—get along~”

Teacher Lin introduced.

All eyes on Su Tang.

Instantly: weirdness vanished.

Her cuteness broke the spell.

Su Tang to podium, chalk in hand, wrote name, started intro:

“I’m Su Tang. Hobbies are…”

At her name: corner of room—a sleeping lion awoke.

“Slurp… ha, huh?”

She sat up, drool-wiped, saw familiar figure—froze, then bolted up yelling:

“SU TANG!!”

“!?”

Su Tang jumped, looked cornerward.

“…Ningliu?”

Eye contact: Fruit Pie’s lime-flavored brat, Ningliu.

She’s a freshman.

Knew reunion at Dongyang coming—but same class?

Evil Doctor’s setup, obviously.

“You two know each other? Perfect.”

Teacher Lin pointed beside Ningliu, window empty seat: “Su Tang, sit by Ningliu.”

“G-got it.” Su Tang nodded, headed back row.

Classic seat.