The incompetent group scored big points

Jiang Chuan has lived a life without any outstanding achievements, but he is rich.

The assets he inherited from his parents, totaling over ten million yuan, and several promising high-quality companies, allowed him to achieve personal economic independence and financial freedom at a very young age, ahead of his peers by about a lifetime.

This much money might be insignificant to the truly wealthy, but for someone like Jiang Chuan, who has little material desire and no other pursuits in life...

That already demonstrates the power of money.

Especially after he turned twenty and these assets were completely transferred to his hands... he could earn a six-figure net income every month without doing anything.

The count was puzzled by Jiang Chuan's unmoved attitude after he had explained the invitation. Wouldn't most people immediately exclaim "Wow!" when approached by a magician?

Why is this person so calm?

This is not scientific.

The count frantically spun his CPU, trying to figure out the answer to this unscientific phenomenon.

"Being a magical girl is a respectable profession. It is about having a simple wish to help others and make the world a better place."

"Your world is developing rapidly in terms of technology, but the beauty of the world has not kept pace with the pace of technological development. This important task has fallen on the shoulders of our Magical Girl Administration."

"It is the common wish of us magical creatures and you humans to restore the world to its former glory."

Jiang Chuan listened silently to the bedtime story. He was so sleepy that he didn't pay any attention to what the count was rambling about, and continued to drift off to sleep.

“Fortunately, I found you, Mr. Jiang Chuan.”

The count's tone suddenly became fervent, as he tried his best to show his eagerness to recruit talent.

Although she restrained herself from doing anything that would be inconsistent with her elegant demeanor, her eyes were already gleaming with undisguised lust.

Mr. Jiang Chuan was still bewildered and hadn't yet grasped the connection between the two. After all, if the Earl was looking for him...

The difference between these two is too great?

Things that are completely unrelated.

Not to mention that he is a male adult approaching thirty, which doesn't match his gender and age, Jiang Chuan felt that he didn't have a single magical girl quality in him.

"On behalf of the Magical Girl Administration, I sincerely invite you to join our team. This world needs us, and it needs you."

"You can experience a completely different life, possessing your own unique magical abilities. You can also achieve self-realization by helping others, becoming the kind of person who is needed by others..."

"...to fulfill my childhood dream and become a messenger of justice..."

The count launched into a long explanation of "the benefits of becoming a magical girl."

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His drowsiness vanished instantly, and he even felt a slight urge to pinch himself to see if he was still dreaming. Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time he'd encountered such a situation.

The count talked at length, but the man in front of him remained unmoved.

"I... I still want to ask why you chose me. Do I need to emphasize my gender and age?"

The other party finally took the initiative, and the count's eyes lit up slightly. He immediately began to speak in a lyrical tone.

"We don't choose people based on superficial things like appearances, but on your inner qualities. Although your appearance is very different from that of a typical magical girl, you all possess a heart of gold..."

His narration was deeply moving—and then he went on and on about another Chinese reading comprehension passage.

Jiang Chuan patiently waited for the other person to finish speaking, and then said, "Okay, thank you for your explanation, but please allow me to refuse."

"!"

Jiang Chuan didn't wait for his reply, but turned over and lay back on the bed, covering himself with the blanket: "I'm going to rest now, goodnight."

count:"!!!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Are you really not going to reconsider? Want to have some further communication? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Jiang Chuan explained again sincerely and patiently: "I'm sorry, I don't quite meet your bureau's requirements."

The count was almost ready to shout out, "Why doesn't it fit?" but he finally asked calmly and kindly, "Why do you say it doesn't fit? You are very good, very excellent. Don't belittle yourself, Mr. Jiang Chuan."

"You're working so late, I can't accept working overtime, I'm sorry." It's understandable that cats are nocturnal, but it's already so late, and you're still working, that's undoubtedly overtime.

The count, caught off guard: ...No, if you say that again, I'm really going to cry.

"Besides working overtime, it's only me who's working overtime, it has nothing to do with you. What's wrong with becoming a magical girl that makes you so resistant?"

"I have to work the night shift," Jiang Chuan said succinctly.

The count, struck again, was speechless. After composing himself for a moment, he pressed on relentlessly.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you willing?"

Jiang Chuan answered decisively, "I'm not willing."

The count struggled to save face: "You may not be willing now, but you will be in the future."

"I don't want to in the future either."

The count gritted his teeth in resentment and could only utter a weak but harsh remark: "We'll see."

The black cat left silently, and Jiang Chuan finally had a moment of peace. He turned off the light again and stared at the ceiling in the darkness for a while.

I had a strange dream.

It was incredibly vivid, like reliving his past life in a dream, that suffocating feeling that truly existed. That suffocating feeling clung to him even after he woke up.

Fortunately, the cat distracted me.

Jiang Chuan rolled himself up in the blanket, his mind too tired to concentrate, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

Because his sleep quality has always been terrible, Jiang Chuan woke up again shortly after falling asleep again for an hour at 4:30 a.m.

It's past 5:30.

The level of self-discipline required to get out of bed on time without an alarm clock. Jiang Chuan chuckled to himself as he sat up in bed.

The curtains have already opened slowly and automatically.

It's still early spring in March, so it gets light late. It's still dark at 5:30.

Jiang Chuan silently admired the view outside the window for a while, then finally couldn't bear it any longer: "How much longer are you going to stay there?"

The magician hanging outside the window passed through the glass, showing no sign of guilt at being caught.

This time it's definitely going to be overtime.

I don't know what He's been pondering lately, but He's suddenly had a profound realization. His expression has regained its composure and confidence: "It's been a while since I contacted you."

"So, have you made up your mind?"

Jiang Chuan shook his head again, indicating his refusal.

"You deliberately remain silent. Unfortunately, your silence betrays your attraction. Even if you try to play hard to get, I won't give you any new employee welcome package."

The Earl didn't quite understand why Jiang Chuan was so calm and composed; it was definitely an act—ultimately, the Earl simply believed that magic's allure for ordinary humans was irresistible.

Jiang Chuan didn't quite understand either. Why was it just a cat, with the only special thing being that it could use some magic?

How can someone be so confident and greasy?

"Don't overthink it, I genuinely don't want to cause myself any trouble."

The count, having been rejected time and again, was starting to lose his composure: "I truly chose you from among thousands. If you keep rejecting me, what about the time, energy, and feelings I've invested?"

"I guess I'm just unlucky?" Jiang Chuan said sincerely.

The conversation has once again reached a dead end.

Jiang Chuan ignored the uninvited magician and got out of bed, leaving the bedroom.

The room outside the bedroom is also decorated in the same Monet gray color scheme, and the interior furnishings are minimalist to an extreme degree. It would be more accurate to describe it as a bare-bones apartment.

After a quick wash, Jiang Chuan stepped onto the indoor treadmill to begin half an hour of aerobic exercise each day.

After graduating from university, he maintained a good fitness habit. His physique was neither too thin nor too muscular; every muscle was perfectly proportioned.

The sky gradually brightened.

As daytime approaches, the number of magical creatures within Jiang Chuan's field of vision gradually decreases. They are all nocturnal creatures and do not usually venture into human rooms.

This excludes the black cat, which shows that the other party is determined to see things through to the end.

Jiang Chuan had just finished his exercise for the day. He casually wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and went into the restroom.

Then she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror, where she clearly had nothing to do with the words "magical girl," and even had a bluish tinge on her chin, along with a black cat standing not far behind her.

Still can't understand?

Even if the birth rate in China is low, surely it's not like there's no way to find girls aged 15 or 16 right now?

There's a certain degree of indiscriminate eating or wearing when hungry or cold involved.

After serving as the Count's lackey for most of the day, the proud magician had to lower his noble head for the sake of the bureau's need for a signature image and to meet his own KPIs.

"Please, sign a contract with me. I'll just do whatever tasks I can during the trial period. Anyway, you won't really become one of our bureau's employees until the trial period is over."

Elegance—completely gone, replaced by down-to-earth charm.

He was really uninhibited, kneeling down very easily, almost to the point of licking her.

The change in tone was so sudden that Jiang Chuan was momentarily at a loss for what expression to wear. He finally showed a crack in his composure and silently took two steps back.

The count, like a cat, didn't struggle much about switching careers to become a sycophant. If sincere persuasion didn't work, he would resort to threats and inducements; if hard tactics didn't work, he would try soft ones.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, there is bound to be one that works.

Even if it's a brief bow of the head, it's just a temporary expedient for the cat personality when working, and it has nothing to do with the cat personality when it's off work!