: Not ashamed to ask questions!

In the noisy night sky, Wu'an flew by carrying two portions of food that had been put together. She scanned the tall buildings not far away and quickly locked onto a residential building with an open window on the top floor.

A surge of magic rippled through her, her body pressed down, and in the next instant, she darted precisely through the window into the penthouse.

"Your dinner."

She handed the "Dongli Pork Trotter Rice" in her hand to Li Huanhuan, who was sitting at the table with her chin resting on her hand.

He turned around and lowered the screen window, thus ending the transformation.

"Changing your meal style isn't so bad, is it?"

Li Huanhuan's voice drifted over; she hadn't seen Wu An much lately. Although Mu Ming was nice, Wu An still felt more novel.

"Eating after transforming is the same as not eating at all; once the transformation is reversed, you're still on an empty stomach."

The magical girl and her human form are not 100% synchronized.

"Isn't this perfect? ​​I can eat whatever I like without worry."

That's a really extravagant idea.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Li Huanhuan's family background is undoubtedly the kind that doesn't even need coupons to order takeout.

But he ended up having to buy her dinner himself, saying it was payment for lending her his account.

Unfortunately, Mu Ming only had two underlings. Nan Shiyu had run away to Jiangbei a few days ago, and the only one he could rely on was Li Huanhuan, so he could only let her be for the time being.

Mu Ming plans to borrow some books from the library to study in a while, and he has already selected the books.

"The Art of Social Interaction," "The Charisma of Leadership," "The Art of Judging People"...

When he returns after completing his studies, he will surely make all his underlings so powerful that they will never even consider negotiating with him.

"Why is this spoon so soft?"

Li Huanhuan held the black plastic soft spoon, which bent over if she put too much rice in it, and she really didn't know how to use it.

After struggling for a while, she went back to her own kitchen, took two spoons, and came back to see Mu Ming using magic to support the spoons while eating. She couldn't help but smack her lips.

"Use this."

"Need not."

"I've brought everything for you. Let's make your meal less troublesome." Li Huanhuan smiled and brought out a clean spoon.

Mu Ming paused for a moment before taking the spoon.

"It's too oily and salty."

After taking only a couple of bites, Li Huanhuan started complaining again.

"Let's talk about something, just eating isn't fun."

"Be quiet while eating."

"This is my home."

"......"

"You need to improve your taste, okay? I'll order from now on," Li Huanhuan said with a smile, waving her spoon.

Mu Ming remained silent; he and Li Huanhuan couldn't get along on this topic.

It's rare to find a meal that's affordable, tastes good, and filling.

After the meal, they got down to business.

Although he had only taken the first step, Mu Ming's plan to create a strategy guide had already failed.

There are four ways to improve efficiency, and you shouldn't rush it, whether it's leadership, protection, or even behavioral norms that are making no progress at all.

The only possible workaround is to use your real name.

Therefore, the first step is to gather enough magical girls.

But the foolish magical girls didn't understand his good intentions, and it was fine that they didn't follow his example.

They even mocked him for being only a Tier 1.

He remembered the name of the Wutong City General Affairs Bureau.

But it's not time for the show of being proven wrong yet.

The most urgent task is to find a way to get the strategy guide accepted by the magical girls, as this will determine the next steps.

No matter how unique or amazing a work is, it is the reader who gives it meaning.

The timeless masterpieces buried underground are nothing more than a wad of toilet paper that's too disgusting to even wipe your bottom with.

Mu Ming and Li Huanhuan sat together on the sofa in front of a large projection screen displaying Mu Ming's posts.

"The sofa is so big, could you move it a bit?"

Feeling the pressure on his shoulder, Mu Ming turned his body slightly to the side.

"I'm a little nearsighted; I can only see clearly when it's in the middle."

Are you nearsighted? You're clearly just deliberately picking a fight!

Mu Ming didn't want to talk about her. If the "leader" hadn't identified Li Huanhuan as a "comrade," he would have already labeled her a traitor in reserve.

To his right was Li Huanhuan, but to his left was the edge of the sofa; their positions had completely shifted away from the center of the sofa.

He got up and sat back down in the center. This time, when he felt a squeezing sensation in his left shoulder, he didn't move his buttocks again, so as not to squeeze into a corner again later.

"You've read the post, is there anything you find annoying?" Mu Ming asked.

"Actually, I just glanced at it and then went to read the comments." She chuckled sheepishly, but Mu Ming couldn't laugh.

Mu Ming looked at the content of the post. It was carefully formatted, the explanations were logical, and it even included the steps for practicing, the possible problems, and the prepared solutions.

It covers every detail, even taking into account the fact that magical girls generally have low levels of education. As long as you can read and understand sentences, you should be able to understand this guide if you are a magical girl.

Although his lack of literary talent prevented him from writing something truly witty, it was sufficient as a guide.

"With so many words at the beginning, I lost interest. Besides, I already know the content, so it doesn't matter whether I read it or not."

Li Huanhuan murmured something to Mu Ming, and he couldn't help but think of an idiom: "Judging others by one's own standards."

Unlike other magical girls, Mumei cannot become stronger through emotional outbursts.

He can rely on [devouring] and [cultivation].

Moreover, there was a countdown timer on his forehead. Even though the danger was still unclear, the warning from the system made it impossible for him to ignore it.

Therefore, he must raise his rank as much as possible within one hundred days.

Ordinary magical girls don't have this need, not that they don't face the threat represented by the countdown.

Rather, they were unaware of this, and without awareness, they naturally wouldn't feel the corresponding urgency.

It's just about getting stronger; take it slow.

My strategy guide is unnecessary for magical girls.

After all, cultivation is a slow process, and it takes a lot of effort at the beginning. It's not as direct as an emotional outburst.

It's like someone who's just started gambling; losing is actually better than winning.

Winning a lot of money can easily cause a person's original money values ​​to collapse, making it difficult for them to earn money honestly.

Although this analogy is inappropriate, the traditional way of becoming stronger does resemble gambling, especially the kind where you always win.

Mu Ming looked at Li Huanhuan beside him, and a bitter feeling rose in his heart.

Although Li Huanhuan is rebellious by nature, the fact that she was willing to spend two hours cultivating was truly a great favor to him.

Magical girls don't need his methods to become stronger, so it's only natural that they would lose interest after losing interest in such a large amount of discussion.

Let alone patiently reading through the entire text and then practicing along with it; just being able to take the first step is already quite an achievement.

"How can I write posts that girls like?"

Mu Ming muttered to himself that he was indeed troubled.

"I thought you'd be pointing at those people who were mocking you and cursing them out." Li Huanhuan tapped her lips, her smile as playful as those who were mocking Mu Ming.

"The fact that the posts are unpopular is a real problem, and even if you scold them, you can't make them come back to read the posts."

Moreover, even though I believe I've written it in great detail, some people still say they can't understand it.

To be honest, Mu Ming couldn't understand what they didn't understand, but if he didn't understand, then it was probably because some parts of his writing were disjointed.

Expression is a profound art.

He didn't use it well enough.

Since you don't understand why they don't understand, then just go ask them.

Learning requires humbly asking questions; although magical girls are limited by their lower-level thinking, they are inherently kind, and if they shamelessly ask, they can probably get an answer.

But the first step is still to attract them to read the posts, even if it's a scam, we have to get them in.

"Although I don't know how to write posts either, you can browse forums more often. By the way, it's also a good option to visit some social media apps that young women like to use. You might be able to learn their preferred ways of expression."

"After all, the vast majority of magical girls fall within that age range."

As Li Huanhuan spoke, she rubbed against his shoulder again.

"Too."