Transformed into a magical girl, wanted at the beginning

Chapter 51

The moment he walked out of the clothing store, Ling Yun didn't understand why he was carrying so many bags in his hands.

Ling Yun now understood why girls like shopping more than boys.

And every time he went shopping, he basically carried a lot of bags.

At this moment, Ling Yun also experienced the joy of shopping.

And when he looked at the little skirts recommended by the clerk, for some reason, Ling Yun wanted to wear them.

When he walked out of the clothing store, Ling Yun felt how terrible his previous thoughts were.

According to Nako, assimilation is not just a simple change in appearance and body, but even the spirit will be assimilated together.

Ling Yun wanted to stop it, but there was no way, who made Nako wake up so late.

If he didn't explain the situation earlier.

Now it's a bit like chronic torture.

And Ling Yun always felt that it was not a good thing for him to become like this, but there would be bigger troubles for him.

For example, those memories that have not been completely solved.

Ling Yun found a place where no one was, and he went directly into the black hole and teleported to his home.

The problem of traveling was solved.

But there was a bigger problem.

I still had work to do, and the transformation time was extended to more than 12 hours.

That is to say, from the transformation in the evening to the morning class.

How could I go to class like this?

And there were Chen Kexin and Ying, and I couldn't hide it.

I had to find a time to explain the matter to them, which was better than being discovered and publicly executed.

At this time, Ling Yun's forced transformation time had ended.

Ling Yun also transformed back as he wished.

But looking at myself in the mirror, there was no such big difference between this transformation and not.

Except for the long silver-white hair behind him, the rest was very close to the transformation.

"Forget it, let's go back to school first."

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

After Ling Yun packed up, he took a few women's clothes and returned to school.

These days, Ling Yun moved all his classes to the afternoon.

This also greatly alleviated Ling Yun's crisis.

What worries Ling Yun is that Chen Kexin hasn't come back in the past few days.

This means that the class monitor's issue has not been resolved.

There is no news about the class monitor in the class group.

Ling Yun also asked Chen Kexin, but didn't get a reply.

All he can do is pray silently for the class monitor.

Another class is over. Ling Yun looked at the time. He could just go to the cafeteria to eat and then go back to the dormitory. He just caught up with the forced transformation.

Everyone in the class left one after another.

Only Ying was still reading a book in her seat.

Just when Ling Yun wanted to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a sentence came from behind, which stopped Ling Yun's steps.

"Does Teacher Ling know someone?"

These words pierced Ling Yun's heart like a sharp sword.

Ling Yun broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

After Ling Yun was stunned for several seconds.

He turned around with a smile, looked at Ying and said, "Singer, you said you knew someone just now, who is that person?"

Ying slowly closed her textbook and looked up at Ling Yun.

It didn't matter if she didn't look at it, but Ling Yun felt that something was wrong.

Because Ling Yun had seen this look before when he rescued Ying.

"It's a little girl with white hair."

Ying looked at Ling Yun and said slowly.

"White... a little girl with white hair, I haven't seen this either..."

When Ling Yun heard Ying say this, he stopped breathing at this moment.

The worst situation finally happened.

Ling Yun thought of the last encounter with Ying on the way to school.

Could it be that at that time, Ying discovered something?

Ling Yun had to evade the question first.

"But the teacher's express delivery that day was given to you by her, right?"

"This wedding candy is also yours, right?"

Chen Kexin took out a red wedding candy.

Put it on the table.

Ling Yun looked at the red wedding candy. Wasn't it the wedding candy in the gift box that the monitor gave him?

How could there be one in his hand?

Did he drop it on the ground and didn't pick it up?

"Teacher Ling, you must know that little girl with white hair, right?"

Ying stood up and said.

"On that day, there was only your courier in the security room, no one else, but she was taken away by a girl with white hair."

"And the name on that courier was exactly your name, Teacher Ling."

Ling Yun looked at Ying with wide eyes in surprise, feeling that Ying was waiting for him.

"This..."..." Ling Yun looked at Ying awkwardly, not knowing what to say. After all, there is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. Sooner or later, this will be discovered by others. "So! What is your relationship with her, Teacher Ling?" Ying stepped directly in front of Ling Yun and asked. "Ah?!" Ying's words stunned Ling Yun. Ying did not doubt that she was the white-haired girl. But like Chen Kexin, she suspected that she had a relationship with the white-haired girl. However, this is also a normal person's thinking. After all, you would not think that a man would turn into such a cute girl. "This... this... friend?!" Ling Yun asked tentatively. How should Ling Yun answer this? This person is himself, and he is the white-haired girl. "Isn't it a friend? She... she has married you... teacher! ? "

But the next sentence Ying said made Ling Yun stunned.

Get married?!

I married myself?

Ling Yun seemed to be petrified at this moment and stood there.

"No! Don't talk nonsense...She and I...are just ordinary...ordinary friends who met by chance!"

Ling Yun hurriedly explained.

Although this pale explanation made Ying not believe it.

But he had to say it even if he didn't believe it.

Getting married with himself?

This is too far-fetched.

"It's really just an ordinary friend, then teacher, can you help me ask her out? I...she is the person I have been looking for!"

Ying looked at Ling Yun and said.