My aunt is a magical girl, and so am I.

Chapter 3 You're Not Allowed to Watch Magical Girls

Carrying large and small bags, Chu Sheng squatted by the roadside like a migrant worker, following the location sent by the caregiver.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited when facing Warcraft for the first time. But to say it was incredibly awesome, it wasn't really.

Ultimately, it's because he was too weak.

According to the bureau chief with the amazing physique, his skill level was at best a D-grade. Even if he managed to get a permanent position in the bureau, he'd probably just be a security guard patrolling the streets.

Since there is a D grade, there must be C, B, A, and even S grades above it.

If you're talking about bra size, D is already pretty high; but if you're talking about combat power, this is totally at the bottom.

Chu Sheng looked down and kicked at the pebbles on the roadside, feeling somewhat frustrated, and was mentally reviewing where he had fallen short.

A deep engine roar came from afar, and he subconsciously looked up.

It was a sleek and elegant silver Jaguar F-Type, its headlights resembling the slightly narrowed eyes of a fierce beast, exuding a powerful aura.

The license plate number Hai A·XXXXX belongs to Aunt Gu.

Chu Sheng quickly put down his luggage, stood up straight, and waved.

The sports car came to a smooth stop in front of him. The door opened, and a foot peeked out first.

The red-soled, black-uppered stilettos clicked crisply on the asphalt. Next came a perfectly curved calf, its whiteness dazzling in the sunlight.

Then, the woman in the car leaned out.

She wore a beige knitted wrap dress, the silky fabric clinging to her waist and hips, outlining her breathtaking curves. A light linen cardigan was casually draped over her shoulders, seemingly as an attempt to conceal her overly voluptuous figure.

But this is simply burying one's head in the sand.

The cardigan was pushed high by the inexplicably magnificent curves of the chest, the fabric taut. Following the exaggeratedly proportioned waist and hips barely covered by the hem of the cardigan, one could see a pair of plump, long, fair thighs, which, judging by their appearance, seemed to reach all the way to Chu Sheng's abdomen.

Is the food in big cities really that good? And why are all the women I met today ridiculously tall?

Chu Sheng was a little taken aback. He stiffly raised his head, but his view was completely blocked by the two towering mountains in front of the woman.

Gu Yanru leaned down slightly to examine him. As she moved, her neckline inevitably drooped slightly. A dazzling glimpse of creamy white skin intertwined with a deep, unfathomable cleavage, hooking Chu Sheng's restless gaze like the eyes of a demon.

Don't look! This is my mom's best friend!

Chu Sheng forced his gaze away from the gap and met the woman's eyes.

"You must be Xiao Chu."

She blinked gently, her voice soft and magnetic, like a lake rippled by a spring afternoon breeze.

"I'm your mother's good friend, just call me Aunt Gu."

As she spoke, she raised her slender fingers and gently tucked a strand of her long, wavy hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, behind her ear.

"Aunt Gu!" Chu Sheng greeted her sweetly, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. By the way, these are pickled radishes and mustard greens that my mother made herself. She said you used to love them, so she insisted that I bring them over for you."

Gu Yanru looked down at the two rustic earthenware pickling jars at Chu Sheng's feet, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

"Sigh, Xiaoli is really something." Her tone carried a hint of displeasure and worry. "Look at you, such a thin child, and she still makes you carry such heavy things all by yourself."

Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He was initially worried that people would think this thing was too tacky to carry, but to his surprise, her first reaction was that she felt sorry for him because he couldn't lift it.

"Aunt Gu, it's alright, I'm strong enough." Chu Sheng lifted the two jars of pickled vegetables, grinned, and said, "Is it convenient for you to put them in your car? I'll carry them up for you."

He had just noticed that Aunt Gu's sports car seemed to only have two seats, and he wondered if it could fit his luggage.

He grew up in a small town, which was practically rural. The cars he saw most often were motorcycles and three-wheeled vehicles; he'd barely seen a Wuling minivan. He genuinely didn't know if sports cars had trunks.

But he was too embarrassed to ask directly, fearing that city people would look down on him.

Gu Yanru saw right through the boy's embarrassment and pride.

"Yes, Auntie, this car has a trunk. Here, just put it in the back." She took the lead and opened the trunk, even reaching out to help carry a few pieces of luggage, without complaining about the dirt.

Chu Sheng quickly followed. The trunk of the car wasn't big, and there was a brown paper bag stuffed in the corner.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and noticed that it was full of thick, hardcover books.

The two worked together to put their things away and got into the car.

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Gu Yanru turned to the side, bent down and reached for the seatbelt buckle on the right side of Chu Sheng's seat.

Chu Sheng felt as if two large, soft airbags had suddenly been placed on his knees, and he froze in the passenger seat, too afraid to move.

Holy crap. Luxury cars in the city are really something else; the airbags are incredibly practical.

Gu Yanru leaned very close, close enough for him to smell her delicate fragrance. It didn't smell like perfume; rather, it smelled more like she had just taken a shower.

Chu Sheng's ears felt slightly warm.

"alright."

Gu Yanru helped him fasten his seatbelt, then straightened up nonchalantly, casually pulling over her own seatbelt to begin setting up her own escape route.

That life-saving path stretched between two mountain ranges, penetrating deep into the secluded valley.

Chu Sheng felt a surge of heat coursing through his body as he watched, and silently turned his head to stare out the car window.

"Aunt Gu," he tried to change the subject, "what do you usually do for a living? My mom told me a lot to learn from you before I came."

"Me?" Gu Yanru stepped on the gas pedal with an elegant gesture, resting one hand on the steering wheel.

"Teaching at the College of Liberal Arts at Ocean University of China means you will be a professor in the future."

Chu Sheng was somewhat surprised, but upon closer reflection, he felt it made perfect sense.

Gu Yanru exuded a gentle, scholarly air; every smile and gesture was full of charm. Only someone with a certain level of cultural refinement could pull off such an effect.

She wasn't like the director of the management bureau she'd met before. The director was the dignified and imposing type, while Aunt Gu was gentle, kind, and understanding.

Which one is better?

Chu Sheng couldn't explain it.

But if Lilith were to choose, she might prefer the Chief's version.

"Xiao Chu."

The carriage was quiet for a moment. Gu Yanru looked ahead and suddenly spoke softly.

"In the next four years of university, I will be your elder, guardian, and teacher. So I have to say some things upfront and set some rules for you."

Her tone remained gentle, but it carried an unquestionable air of authority befitting a superior or elder.

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Since your mother entrusted you to me, she hopes that I can keep a close eye on you and prevent you from going astray in the big city."

She paused, and while waiting for the red light, she glanced at Chu Sheng, her expression softening slightly, as if afraid that her tone had frightened this honest boy who had just come from the countryside.

Chu Sheng quickly sat up straight and nodded repeatedly. It's perfectly normal to be bound by rules when you're living under someone else's roof.

"First, you are not allowed to associate with shady people in society. And you are absolutely not allowed to bring any random friends home without permission. I am a light sleeper and prefer quiet."

Chu Sheng nodded. It made perfect sense, and that was exactly what he wanted.

"Secondly, I will personally supervise your studies. As a student in the School of Humanities, you must set aside time each week to read one book carefully from your home study, and write a reading note to share your thoughts with me on the weekend."

Chu Sheng nodded again. Literature major, well, that's acceptable too.

Article 3.

Gu Yanru's tone suddenly became more serious. She turned her head and looked directly into Chu Sheng's eyes. Her gentle eyes were now filled with seriousness.

"In my house, anything related to 'magical girls' is strictly forbidden. No news, merchandise, or any so-called idol groups are allowed. I absolutely, absolutely hate them."

Chu Sheng felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Xiao Chu, you're not allowed to watch magical girls, and you're absolutely forbidden from having any involvement with them. Do you understand?"

Gu Yanru stared at him intently, enunciating each word clearly.