Chapter 104

Page Fifty-Three Do not ask me questions!

【At the Witch Workshop exhibition booth, backstage】

I was facing an unprecedented great crisis.

“Come on, what else are you hiding? Just tell us everything straight out and save yourself some trouble.”

“Do not question me! I will never yield to violence!”

I sat on a plastic chair, my hands tied behind my back with the chair’s back, unable to break free or stand up, completely immobile, only able to glare at her.

… Probably not very intimidating.

With Thunder Meow-Meow wearing safety pants, disregarding her short skirt, she lifted one foot onto the plastic stool, looking fierce and threatening, like a legendary Asura or Rakshasa.

Still, a female one.

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(Probably in such a posture)

“Oh ho?”

“What do you want to do? Ugh!”

She somehow got a desk lamp, still with the old tungsten filament bulb giving off yellow light, and suddenly shone it in my face, causing my eyes to sting.

“What do you want to do? Nothing much, come, have an apple.”

Her fair right hand picked up an apple and held it in front of me, but she didn’t intend to feed me. With a burst of force, she crushed the apple, splashing apple juice all over my face.

A bit sour.

What’s with this strength?

Is she threatening that if I don’t cooperate, I’ll be crushed like that apple?

“You know, I can be a bit hot-tempered. If you don’t say anything, something unexpected might happen, and I wouldn’t be able to predict it.”

Thunder Meow-Meow knew that Tian Qian had a tendency to be too nice, so she sent her to guard the door, fearing she might soften and plead for me. The girl with bobbed hair pouted unhappily, looking down mournfully at the ground—my心目中的天使二代目 seemed truly angry this time.

Noticing that I was observing her, she hesitated for a moment, glared at me, then opened the door and left.

Afterwards, I would have to apologize with a sense of doom.

Thunder Meow-Meow cleaned up the apple fragments on the floor and returned to continue interrogating me.

Before she could speak, I started talking first.

“Cough, cough, the blessings from the Goddess of Beautiful Girls come in different types. The blessing on Xiaojī is a trial version, just like when Uncle Lei Luo was around, it’s temporary, so it will revert tonight. But yours and Sister Xiàn’s are permanent.”

“No, don’t try to deceive me. She said ‘turn her back,’ not ‘by tonight.’ There’s a difference, you think I can’t tell?”

Oh, this brute has some intelligence.

“I haven’t explained the details of the Goddess of Beautiful Girls to her, so she doesn’t fully understand the rules. It’s her misunderstanding!”

“Oh ho?”

“And besides, didn’t I ask you earlier in the bar if you wanted to change back if you had the chance? How did you answer? You said you wanted to say goodbye to your Thunder Tiger self, right?”

Her beautiful red eyes blinked a few times, seemingly recalling, and she nodded honestly.

“Though a bit superstitious, since then, you’ve had no chance to change back.”

“So you mean, once you accept your new identity wholeheartedly, there’s no going back?”

After all, it’s going to be my benchmark. Of course, I won’t tell them about this.

“Pretty much.”

Those who genuinely accept their female identity have no need to change back.

Thunder Meow-Meow is the same. Changing back means abandoning her idol path, which she certainly won’t do now.

“You’re not lying to me?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“How many times have you lied to me? Come on, enumerate your sins!”

I was speechless for a moment.

I thought I was an honest person, but looking back, I’ve been lying almost every day recently.

“Are you counting now?”

“Ah? You knew it yourself?” Thunder Meow-Meow’s scornful voice sounded as if it came from her nose.

Thunder Meow-Meow leaned closer, as if afraid that Tian Qian outside might hear, and whispered in my ear.

“So can Xiao Qian really change back?”

“Yes, but is it really good for Sister Xiàn to change back?”

Being prodded like this made Thunder Meow-Meow conflicted, gnashing her teeth in apparent inner struggle.

What? She’s also conflicted?

Although Tian Qian said she wanted to change back into a man, compared to the voluptuous, gentle beauty, the Mo Hua-topped chubby boy was far inferior. It was understandable for Thunder Meow-Meow to be conflicted.

“Besides, does she really want to change back? Maybe she’s just saying it, after all, she’s much more feminine than you, even reading women’s novels.”

“But ultimately, we should consider her own wishes…”

Seeing her waver even more, I felt there was hope and continued whispering.

“And you keep calling me a pervert every day. If she changes back, will you stop being a pervert? You were once a man yourself, aren’t you most familiar with male psychology?”

Seemingly struck by something, she actually shivered.

From her ruby-like bright eyes, I seemed to see a half-naked, drunken Mohua fatty pouting and lunging at me.

Hmm? How did I see such detailed things?

“Can’t be helped.” She took a long breath and shouted almost in despair, “That means both you and Xiao Qian can’t change back anymore!!”

I was stunned for a second before realizing she intended this to be heard by Tian Qian outside.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Tian Qian rushed in, her face a mix of disappointment and relief. Wu Jiang, who was originally outside, also came in, looking at me apologetically.

Though she didn’t know the exact reason, she knew I was tied up because of her excessive words.

“What do you mean, can’t change back?”

“Cough, cough, let me explain the situation…”

I told Wu Jiang about the worn-out “Goddess of Beautiful Girls” story, and she nodded vaguely, immediately adding, “What is this Goddess of Beautiful Girls? It’s like a clichéd setup in a third-rate novel.”

“That’s so unfair! Even though it is third-rate, it’s still unfair!”

“What about me? Will I also not be able to change back?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll automatically turn back into a man at midnight tonight.”

I hoped Xiao Cangyu wouldn’t tell him any unnecessary things after he went back.

“It’s okay, Xiao Qian. If you can’t turn back into a man, just be my good sister. I’ll take care of you.”

On the other side, Tian Qian sat on the stool that had been stepped on, and Thunder Meow-Meow gently patted her head to soothe her, acting like a caring older sister.

However, this “sister” didn’t mention that Tian Qian could still change back into a man.

“Truly worthy of being the big brother!”

The latter even hugged Thunder Meow-Meow tightly in gratitude.

“After all, I haven’t followed the wrong person!”

You’ve completely followed the wrong person!

In a perspective you can’t see, your “big brother” is grinning evilly, plotting something sinister?

I was ready to tell the truth, but Thunder Meow-Meow dragged me into lying. I hope I won’t end up in hell having my tongue cut off… No, wait, I’m an apprentice deity, why should I fear hell? Come on, enjoy the fun of hell!

But looking at Tian Qian’s aggrieved expression, I felt a little guilty.

“Sorry, Sister Xiàn, but you’ll be happy in the future!”

If I weren’t tied up, I would have bowed down to apologize, but that wouldn’t be enough to make amends.

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether I can change back or not.”

Huh? Is this acceptance?

Just as things were settling down, a fox-headed figure appeared at the backstage entrance.

“Oh, you’re here.”

It was Wū Qínglán. This person was clearly returning to his own booth, but his hunched posture looked like he was sneaking around.

“Hey, there are more tourists at the booth. Boy, are you still slacking off here?”

I rocked the chair to indicate I couldn’t stand up.

“Am I slacking off? I’m tied up!”

Thunder Meow-Meow exclaimed, then remembered to untie me, only to meet Wū Qínglán’s mocking smile.

“Playful binding? So you two are like this… Am I disturbing you?”

“Huh? Me and him? What relationship?”

Thunder Meow-Meow laughed bitterly, her laughter unusually bright, like the Grim Reaper beckoning.

“For our safety, let’s not go on.”

I pointed at the mashed apple pieces in the basket, “She crushed that with her bare hands.”

Wū Qínglán weighed the hardness of his skull, then put on a serious businesslike expression.

“Miss Thunder Meow-Meow, our stage isn’t scheduled for anything today. Why don’t you sing a song or do some promotion?”