Is my sister a magical girl or a lily!

"Great, now we just need to lure these familiars!"

Capturing Reina's figure gave him great confidence.

His parkour footsteps became flashy all of a sudden, approaching and far away, leading the silly cardboard figures to converge towards the place where the elegant back appeared.

The announcer boy was going crazy watching his companion being played like a headless chicken.

With a few swipes of scissors, it cut away the cardboard figure running onto the stage.

Afterwards, it simply jumped all over itself, merged into the wave of the cardboard crowd, and followed them to join the army hunting down the little humans.

How can there be such a noisy theater in reality, and how can there be cardboard chasing people in reality.

Unreality is the common sense here.

Items buried in reality, entering the enchantment of unreality, will surely become extraordinary madness!

Even humans are crazy.

Tatsuya stumbled to the side of the auditorium, and fell directly beside the elegant back with a plop.

Rolling helplessly on the ground, he hid directly behind Ling Nai.

Crazy humans don't need common sense, and humans who don't need common sense can exert unscientific power.

The school uniform of Mitakihara Middle School was shrouded in pure white light, and she really turned into a white lotus in the white light.

As the petals bloom, the girl who walks out of it is already a fully armed magical girl—the school uniform jacket and plaid skirt are replaced by a one-piece robe, and the corners of the robe are dragged to the ground, decorated with golden strokes .

The strokes make up the holy cross, which, like the staff of the cross she leans on the ground, represents the cross of torture.

The staff of the cross stomped to the ground.

It's hard to describe what Tatsuya saw in a split second.

If the entire familiar enchantment is a cardboard with graffiti, then Reina's pure white magic power is a paper cutter that cuts into the cardboard.

In an instant, the whiteness swelled up, and the human-shaped cardboard hula-la surged over, together with the enchantment they stayed in, were smashed by the whiteness.They are really scattered into pieces of paper, and they are pieces of paper burning with white light.The pieces of paper fell down, and landed in front of the nun who was waving her white hair, rendering her long black Ji-style hair the only color here.

--What a nice view.

No matter how many times you look at it, it's still beautiful.

Probably due to the clumsy color matching of the graffiti in the enchantment barrier, the nun bathed in white light becomes a high-definition portrait after comparison.

Elegant, or her impression, but after she turned to face Tatsuya, the corner of her smiling mouth, sweet, turned into another kind of beauty.

Tatsuya didn't dare to look directly at this sweet smile, he really felt that his gaze was a kind of blasphemy.

Yes, his childhood sweetheart is a magical girl, and the world ten years later will belong to their stage.

On the stage, she is as dazzling as ever, gathering all the beautiful brilliance together.

She opened her arms as if to embrace her childhood sweetheart.

And Tatsuya took a few steps forward in a daze, trying to hug her...

- Crack!

A discordant sound ruined the beautiful scene.

- Pfft!

A pool of unnatural bright red stained the pure white color.

--thump!

An incomplete body fell into Tatsuya's arms.

—grumble!

A sweetly smiling head rolled to the broken floor.

The scissors were closed where the neck was originally, and the black hair that was longer than the neck floated along the cut.

The strands of hair scattered slower than the head, and rolled down into a head facing upwards. You should still be able to see your black hair being shot down and wet by the blood sprayed from your neck, and finally sticking into patches of color that are no different from graffiti. to his own face.

The bloody smile was smeared, but it was no longer sweet at all.

The billboard is lifted.

[Should be screaming at this time, the line is: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

When Zhang Yi heals the plot, at the same time

My only dream is that distant back.

—— Yumi Kurihara

Today, the squad leader treats guests to dinner.

To celebrate... no, I think it's basically to comfort me who failed the play.

We came to the commercial street, and the crowd here was as crowded as ever.

If there is no squad leader to open the way in front, I probably won't be able to walk into the crowd.

Because of my poor physical condition, I look so sick.

I can only rely on the monitor to move forward.

She is very excited, and since I got acquainted with her, the monitor I met has never been depressed.

Whether it is managing the class or taking care of classmates, even the teacher's shortcomings dare to be outspoken.

It was as if nothing could stop her.

This courageous spirit is so similar to my favorite magical girl.

And myself, there is a fundamental difference.

I'm a guy who doesn't even feel like a place where ordinary people can hang out like a commercial street.

Because it would be a hassle to pass out here—a hassle that Mom and Dad had always avoided.

So, even with my family, I rarely hang out in crowded places.

——It's not that my parents don't care too much about me, it's just that I don't want to act like a baby and cause them trouble.

The squad leader is just the opposite, he is familiar with this place, just like in the class, he regards this place as his own territory.

The people I meet are like classmates in the class.

Respect, fear, enthusiasm, all kinds of emotions surround her.

But she was able to look at it calmly, and then use her aura to subdue them all.

Just like now, a few girls I have never met chatted around the monitor.

The squad leader was a little troubled, she probably felt that she brought me out, and she couldn't leave me alone.

So I kept pointing to those girls and asked them to pull me into the scope of the conversation.

But in the face of strangers, I really can't join their conversation.

Perhaps, it is not necessarily that I have troubled the monitor.

Perhaps, the squad leader has been troubled since he suddenly wanted to take part in the heroine of the play—the magical girl.

——For the people she cares about, don't let her feel troubled.

With this in mind, I said I wanted to go to the bathroom, and then escaped from that small circle before the monitor stopped me.

Going to the bathroom is of course fake, I lied.

But I, who escaped, had to find a place to wait for the time to pass.

So, I unconsciously walked to a place with few people.

Or it can be regarded as drifting with the crowd, being pushed and shoved by the crowd to a loose place.

If you go on like this, you will leave the commercial street, right?

My sick and weak body began to reflect negative information to me during the push and push, and I felt a little dizzy in my brain.

In the end, the crowd did not take me away from the commercial street, and the moment I rushed out of the crowd, I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that there are still empty spaces in the commercial street.

Nowhere.

From the bulletin board of this huge building, you can know that this is an opera house.

——The show is closed today, no wonder there are so few people.

In his dizzy brain, he was still thinking about these insignificant things.

——Then I might as well sit on the steps here and wait for a while.

Then, with a motion that seemed to collapse, I sat down on the steps all at once.

After a while, my body recovered, but I didn't want to leave here so quickly.

It may be because he refuses to integrate into the squad leader's circle, or it may be because he simply wants to experience the feeling of tranquility more.

Many people will say that the waiting time is the most boring, I don't think so.

I was in a daze, but I felt very comfortable, my mind was empty, and I didn't feel the sickness of my body.

Makes me want to just sit there forever.

Is it because I am used to being alone in a daze?

In short, this quiet atmosphere is good.

Even though the streets not far away are so lively, this place is as quiet as my own world.

With his head resting on his hands, he shook unconsciously.

Following the music I hummed, slowly shaking.

well?It seems that a familiar figure has also come here.

Oh, it's Kame-san, he seems to be following someone, do you want to say hello to him?

However, I am not very familiar with him.

However, the magical girl novels he wrote are really good-looking.

Doesn't feel like a bad guy.Although occasionally behaved very jumpy.

Then say hello to him... Strange, his figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It can't be said to have disappeared, because in the square in front of the theater, where he had just stood, there is a strange twisted point.

It is very similar to the teleportation point that can lead to the witch's residence in the story he wrote.

what to do?You actually got excited?

Shouldn't it be frightening to see such an unrealistic scene?

Am I expecting something?By the way, I was looking forward to meeting the magical girl.

So without even thinking about it, I ran to the twist point and stretched out my hand.

My pale face must have turned red again, that is the happiness of moving towards my dream.

Dream, becoming a magical girl is my dream.

Chapter 8 cycle, the daily life started again ([-])

“唔啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！！！！！！！”

- Didi Didi - Boom!

The scream was mixed with a violent explosion, destroying everything in Tatsuya's vision.

Everything happened so suddenly, he could only be blown away by the heat wave of the explosion, and after rolling a few times on the ground, he found himself collapsed under the wall of the theater.

——There seems to be something missing in the bosom.