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'Hmm, what's going on...'

Jiang Yuan hadn't finished thinking.

Suddenly, a blinding white light burst forth from the cute girl in front of him!

'Ah, angel…'

Followed by.

"boom!!!"

At this moment, on the first day of his transmigration, Jiang Yuan successfully experienced a hurricane-like sensation that he had never felt in the more than twenty years before his transmigration.

Feeling the strong air currents in the air, Jiang Yuan fell into deep thought.

"Are there still Sakura-clad mages here?"

.......

"mio-chan (美绪), SelamatPagi" On the street leading to the school.

Yuko Aioi raised her right hand and greeted the girl with blue twin tails in front of her with great energy.

"Ah Yuko (Yuko), oh ha yo."

Hearing the voice, Naganohara Mio turned around and greeted her with a smile.

"What should I do? I forgot my student ID."

Seeing Yuko walk quickly to her side, Naganohara Mio said with some concern.

"Huh, they're not even criticizing Selamat Pagi."

Yuko, holding up her right hand and maintaining a smile, couldn't help but think to herself.

…………

"Hasn't this left no problem unsolved..."

"Boom!"

Before Naganohara Mio could finish speaking, a deep, thunderous sound rang out.

This startled Naganohara Mio.

"What? Was it thundering?"

Looking at the clear blue sky, Naganohara Mio said with some uncertainty.

There weren't any dark clouds, so why was there thunder?

"It's a sunny day."

"whee."

Upon hearing Mio's question, Yuko, who was standing nearby, immediately had a little scheme running through her mind.

This is a great opportunity to play a trick on Mio-chan!

So he raised his index finger and chuckled, saying, "It might suddenly start raining, like a downpour or hail."

We've just reached the end.

"bump!"

A crisp, clear sound suddenly rang out from Yuko's head.

"Click" Looking at the thick white smoke rising from Yuko's head and the round wooden object still rolling slightly on the ground.

"Mu Jiezi has fallen."

Looking at Yuko, who was still holding up her index finger, Naganohara Mio stared blankly and said.

He immediately realized what was happening and asked Yuko with concern.

"Are you alright, Yuko?"

Yuko isn't very bright to begin with. What if she gets even dumber after being hit? Then it won't just be math homework anymore.

Maybe even Yuko will be allowed to copy his Chinese homework.

He imagined Yuko clasping her hands together, smiling, and speaking to him.

Please, Mio-chan!

Mio Naganohara shuddered.

"Oh girl - I didn't expect it to be Mu Jiezi."

Yuko was struck hard on the head, and tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes from the pain.

She also successfully portrayed another kind of "steam princess".

Shaking her head, looking at the mustard seed, Naganohara Mio squatted down and picked it up.

"I was startled. Where did it fall from?"

Mio Naganohara was both surprised and curious; this was already considered a strange event!

"I do not know."

Yuko cried out in pain, her voice trembling.

But then his expression hardened again.

"However, you don't usually encounter being hit by a piece of wood in your life."

It might even be a lucky thing!

The cheerful Yuko quickly cheered up again.

I picked up my bag and continued walking towards the school.

Yuko, now happy again, pointed her index finger at Mio Nagahara and smiled.

"Maybe it just means I'm lucky..."

"bump!"

An even crisper sound rang out.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Along with the Red Bull falling, there was also the sound of Yuko kneeling down.

"... Absolutely unlucky."

Looking at the Red Bull on the ground, and the white smoke emitting a "sizzling" sound from Yuko's head in her "orz" state.

Holding the mustard seed, Naganohara Mio broke out in a cold sweat.

Cancan asked, "Yuzi, is that duct tape?"

…………

Walking down the street, Yuko composed herself again and tried to find joy even in hardship.

"No, this doesn't mean you're unlucky. Think of it this way, Mio: it's good that something unborn fell on your head."

"Thinking about it this way, it's a blessing in disguise..."

"Paji!"

A familiar yet unfamiliar sensation came from above my head, firmly pressed against it.

Instantly, Yuko's art style became simple and minimalist.

"what……"

I saw something that I shouldn't have been able to see here.

Mio Nagano stared blankly at the scene before her, her hands falling limply to her sides, leaving behind the crisp sound of the mustard seeds and Red Bull hitting the ground.

With her pupils devoid of light, Yuko expressionlessly pulled the foreign object from her head.

Looking at the bright red pork chop in my hand.

Even Yuko, who is usually cheerful, couldn't help but tremble with tears.

"It's salmon!!"

"Yuko, you wouldn't happen to be a prophet, would you?"

The series of "miracles" left Naganohara Mio in awe and amazement.

What was meant to be a comforting remark seemed to expose Yuko's blind spot.

"Mio-chan!"

"Hmm? What's wrong, Yuko?"

Looking at Yuko's face, which had suddenly brightened as she leaned closer, having regained her composure.

Mio Naganohara took a step back in surprise.

Could Yuko have really been knocked senseless by the impact?

"You're right, it's not impossible that I really do have this talent!"

Yuko looked at him, smiling excitedly as he discovered the blind spot.

"I can't help it," said Mio Naganohara.

"How could that be, Yuko? It's just a coincidence."

"Hmph, otherwise how could I have predicted it three times in a row!"

Mio really wanted to say that you hadn't predicted it before; it was just a coincidence.

But looking at Yuko with a smile, Mio-chan looked so envious of me.

Mio Naganohara is determined to increase the intensity of Yuko's treatment.

"Okay, since Yuko claims to be a prophet, then a prophet like Yuko should be able to predict anything, right?"

"Hehe, of course! If Mio-chan has anything she wants to predict, just leave it to me, the Prophet Master Yuko."

Yuko, flattered by the words "Prophet Yuko," readily agreed and even added the title of "Master."

Seeing Yuko's smug look, Naganohara Mio declared that she would strike back with full force!

"Then Yuko should predict that someone will descend from the sky, preferably a boy, since that's the only way to showcase Yuko's abilities, isn't it! Of course, a handsome one would be even better..."

"If that's not possible, Yuko, then buy me a drink!"

Someone can't just fall from the sky, can they?

The more Naganohara Mio spoke, the softer her voice became, as she had inevitably slipped in a bit too much of her own opinion.

If it's possible for a guy, then it's absolutely impossible for a handsome guy!

There are very few handsome men in real life, and even fewer who match one's aesthetic standards.

Therefore, Naganohara Mio has no worries at all; the advantage lies with me, Mio!

Hmph, just wait and see what Yuko does! I'm definitely drinking this beverage!

"Hey, I'm looking for boys, and they have to be good-looking..."

Even if Yuko was very proud, she knew that calling him a handsome guy was indeed a bit outrageous.

But looking at Mio's "I'm waiting, do whatever you want" attitude, and then thinking about the drink that would fly away if she lost.

Yuko's expression hardened once again.

Looking up at the sky and spreading her arms, Yuko decided to take a gamble!

Whether the drinks can be saved depends on this one!

"Next up is a handsome boy!"