Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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Su Qing helplessly let Majula do her little tricks, but he felt it was necessary to discuss the ownership of the cushion.

"You, yours."

Mahiru sat up straight, and without the cushion to cover her, she could only suppress her embarrassment and confront Venerable Su Qing.

"So, I'm asking if I should wash it or not?"

Su Qing asked again.

[What am I supposed to hug after washing? You idiot! You weren't this clean before!]

Mahiru inwardly raged with complaints about Su Qing's actions.

She bit her red lips lightly, her eyes sparkling.

If this continues, Su Qing will really end up throwing the cushions away to wash!

Moreover, based on her understanding of him, he most likely wouldn't hand wash it, but would just throw it into the washing machine!

No...

We need to find a way to save this cushion!

"It should be washed...but I disagree!"

Mahiru mustered her courage and looked up at Su Qing.

"It's not yours, so if you don't agree, you don't agree."

Su Qing's nonchalant attitude only made Mahiru angrier!

"You...you said I'm a princess, right? Shouldn't you listen to the princess...?"

What am I even saying...?

Although Su Qing had said long ago that he hoped she would occasionally act like a child and be willful.

But isn't the difference between a child and a princess a bit too big?

If shame had a color, it would surely be the blush on Mahiru's face right now.

"Since you've put it that way, then... alright."

Su Qing returned the cushion to Zhen Zhou.

What is it like to regain something you've lost?

Mahiru just wanted to hug the cushion tightly in her arms, afraid that if she wasn't strong enough, Su Qing would snatch it back.

Seeing her so wary, Su Qing just chuckled twice.

"Still laughing? You're just trying to tease me... you're up to no good."

Mahiru pursed her lips, hugged the pillow tightly, and gently bumped her head against Su Qing.

"Who dares to tease Her Highness the Princess?"

Su Qing retaliated with a punch, but it only lightly landed on the cushion.

pillow:?

"You! How dare you talk back to Her Highness the Princess!"

As if he had caught Su Qing red-handed, Mahiru snorted.

Are you used to it now?

"I'm used to it. I'll get used to it if you call my name a few more times, so why did you take my cushion?"

Mahiru had already realized that Su Qing had no intention of washing the cushions at all and was just fooling her.

"Isn't this more efficient?"

“If you say so, then so be it.” Mahiru seemed to have thought of something and asked again, “But… why did you suddenly call me ‘Princess’?”

She didn't think Su Qing's decision was just a spur-of-the-moment thing; she felt there were other, more important reasons.

"Princesses in fairy tales or novels always appear as beautiful figures, right? Like the widely known Snow White," Su Qing said.

"Well, then what?"

Mahiru, of course, knew about Snow White.

"I remember many descriptions of princesses: gorgeous dresses, glittering jewels, and angelic beauty... so many."

"Actually, I've always had a hard time understanding the meaning of words or characters. Like the word 'cold,' I have to experience that feeling myself to understand it," Su Qing continued.

"so……?"

"So, princesses in fairy tales are beautiful, a kind of beauty I couldn't understand before." Su Qing's voice grew gentler as she spoke. "Until I just saw you with your hair in a princess style, I suddenly understood. Does Your Highness understand this explanation?"

"So it's because I'm as beautiful as a princess in a fairy tale?"

Mahiru asked nervously, confirming.

"No. It's the princess who resembles you, not the other way around."

Su Qing corrected and emphasized.

"Hmph, is that so?"

After the mist in her eyes cleared, her joy and sweetness were impossible to conceal.

The girl put down the cushion.

She thought she didn't need it anymore.

Subsequently.

Mahiru sat up straight and leaned close to Su Qing's ear. She covered her mouth with her hand, as if that would allow Su Qing to hear more clearly.

"Um... actually, me too. It wasn't until I met you that I understood what the 'handsome' meaning of the prince charming in fairy tales really meant..."

After saying that, Mahiru gently cupped Su Qing's face.

Their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere instantly filled the room.

[Because there is something else I want to touch...]

Mahiru thought to herself, her eyes sparkling with starlight, growing ever brighter.

"What I mean is... you are also my prince. So, Your Highness... do you understand?"

thump--

thump--

The sound of the steam engine's whistle disappeared.

Instead, there was the echo of a heartbeat.

Chapter 224 Your Highness, where are you going?

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We seem to have long been used to making do.

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Near Su Qing's home.

At the cashier counter inside a convenience store.

At this moment, Kyoko Sato, dressed in a typical store clerk uniform, is doing her part-time job.

"The wind seems a bit strong... I wonder if it will rain later. Is another typhoon coming?"

Listening to the howling wind outside the window, Kyoko Sato couldn't help but stick her head out to look.

Upon seeing the image in her mind, she first thought to herself, "Just as I thought."

Then he pulled his neck back and sighed for no apparent reason.

"What does that have to do with me? Do you think someone like me deserves a holiday? I'd better just stick to my part-time job."

Yes, she's back to doing part-time work.

Ever since she first saw that couple, she couldn't help but fantasize about pursuing what she called "love."

Ideals are beautiful, and reality is very skinny.

Especially recently, I bought a lot of merchandise featuring my favorite anime characters because I was really excited about it, and my wallet got quite thinner in no time.

Left with no other choice, she had to return to her old ways.

"So embarrassing..."

Sato covered his face, thinking that if it weren't for the fact that this supermarket offered the highest hourly wage for part-time work and wasn't relatively busy...

Otherwise, she wouldn't have the nerve to go to her boss and say she wanted to come back to work part-time.

Fortunately, I had carefully come up with a suitable excuse when I resigned, and with the help of God, the supermarket was short-staffed.

This is how I avoided the tragic outcome of being broke.

Of course, the simplest and most direct way is to ask your family for money directly.

She was simply subconsciously ruling out that option at that moment.

There was no other reason than that she was approaching her senior year of college and was getting on in years.

Her family has been urging her to go home for blind dates for the past few months.

At first, Sato was naturally a hundred percent unwilling.

Blind date?

I'm still young!

However, after encountering that couple twice, who inspired endless longing for love, Sato's thoughts inevitably began to waver.

Blinded by greed, she took some time to go back to her hometown to participate in a so-called "blind date".

However, none of those men... could satisfy her at all.

The blind date naturally ended in a complete mess.

The mother seemed very angry about it.

"Among so many men, isn't there a single one you like? They all come from well-off families!"

The mother, who originally had a full head of black hair, has now grown a few gray hairs, but she seems not to notice as she sighs at her daughter, Kyoko Sato.

"I...don't like them."

Sato felt a little wronged; she didn't really understand what she had done wrong.

In the eyes of their parents, children will always be children.

"Feelings can be cultivated. If you don't even communicate with the other person and just block them, how can you possibly like them?"

Sato's mother spoke patiently.

"I just don't like it... Mom, please don't force me."

Sato felt even more aggrieved.

Even so, she was unwilling to do things she didn't want to do.

She wanted to have a choice.

"What's the use of liking someone? Your dad and I were also set up on blind dates by our families. We didn't even have a choice. We just made do and got by all these years, didn't we?"

Sato's mother exhaled, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to have increased even more.

She continued to speak earnestly and patiently.

It was as if he were talking to his daughter, and also as if he were talking to himself.

"But...wouldn't that just be settling? I don't want that...that's not what I want."

Sato felt like crying.

I don't know if it was out of concern for my mother's hard work, or something else.

"Then, what do you want?"

Sato's mother's tone gradually softened, and her eyes, which were not very good, began to become unfocused.