"I’m not living the good life, but I’m not a shut-in either!"
Shami glanced at Otak, and although he didn’t know how long he’d have to interact with this shut-in in the future, he decided to be friendly with this guy for the sake of maintaining peace.
"You’re Shami, right? I saw your name card."
"Please take care of me in the future. I’m Otak Men."
"Could you help me take out the trash? Oh, and bring back some instant noodles, but not the green pepper flavor."
Otak squeezed a large black bag of trash through the door crack.
"How long have you been here anyway? Why do you have enough trash for half a month of a regular household? Sorry, you should get out more. I need to check out what the freshmen are up to."
Shami shook his head in refusal, locked the office door, grabbed his keys, and left the hallway.
In the bustling campus, Shami walked along the campus path, and could hear a lot of gossip, some of which might hold the information he wanted.
"Why is there suddenly a long line outside Gryffindor? Why are so many people checking in there all of a sudden?"
"What’s going on, why is an ambulance heading toward the Swordsman Academy?"
"Oh my God, the Wisdom Academy is throwing a party, let’s crash it!"
"Over there, the Magic Academy has started!"
Why does he feel like he can’t understand what everyone’s talking about?
Seeing students on the campus path break into groups heading in different directions, Shami decided to follow one of the directions.
He checked the signpost, and this was the direction of the Magic Academy.
Shami decided to visit the Magic Academy.
But before he could reach the Magic Academy, he was blocked by the crowd on the campus path, where more stalls had appeared. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
After drifting for a long time among the crowd, Shami finally broke free and quickly ran back to his office.
"Help, there are too many people..."
Upon returning to his office, he found a black-haired girl had already been waiting for some time.
The Magical Girl stood with arms crossed, leaning against Shami’s office door, her small face looking sullen, her eyes slightly cold as she watched.
"Where have you been?"
"Sorry, just wandered around the campus for a bit."
Shami opened the door, and they both entered the office.
The Magical Girl sat on the guest chair in front of the desk.
"Did you forget something, Shami?"
The Magical Girl stared straight at Shami.
Shami was somewhat confused.
"Help me gain popularity to compete against those Magical Girls with teams!"
The Magical Girl leaned forward, speaking earnestly.
"Has the popularity contest already started? The campus is lively, I didn’t see any popularity competition matches."
"By the time it really erupts, it’ll be the final battle. — What’s that in your hand?"
"Oh. It’s something I got from a stall on the campus path, they were giving out school opening souvenirs, everyone present could get some free stationery. Canvas bags, pens, that sort of thing..."
Even if you’re a Demon King, why pass up on free stuff?
Shami looked at the canvas bag in his hand and suddenly noticed a pattern he hadn’t paid much attention to.
A girl wearing a Magic Academy Mage’s Robe, and a slogan:
[Follow the Magical Girl Angie Miao, thank you for your support of the Magical Girl Angie Miao]