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

Chapter 10 The Advantage Lies With Me!

The best way to improve yourself is to denigrate others. — Chu Sheng

"That's it?" Chu Sheng looked at his phone and scoffed. "You can't even bring yourself to dance to the drums? You call this dancing?"

The video playing on the screen is a fan-taken video of an offline roadshow for [Muse], the hottest magical girl idol project in Haicheng.

Chu Sheng was unaware that this "Muse" was not some makeshift group, but a four-member supergroup that fought its way out from over a hundred magical girls from all over the country in a large-scale official talent show organized by the Haicheng Branch Publicity Department a few years ago.

After winning the championship, they directly signed an agency contract with the Haicheng branch of the Public Security Bureau. In other words, [Muse] is, strictly speaking, a legitimate girl group under the system; all four magical girls are officially employed and perform on missions assigned by the bureau.

"Dressed so conservatively, not showing anything, what kind of idol are you?"

Chu Sheng watched the video of fans waving their light sticks and shouting their hearts out, and he was so envious that he turned off the screen with a sour feeling.

If the official girl group's level is limited to this kind of bland, uninspired cuteness...

The advantage lies with me!

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Meanwhile, on the 98th floor of the Haicheng branch of the Magical Girl Administration Bureau, in the Publicity Department.

"Chairman!"

With a bang, the heavy double doors were pushed open by a clumsy secretary. She was wearing an office lady uniform, her hair was disheveled from running, and even her large black-rimmed glasses were askew.

Unlike the bureau chief's spacious top-floor office, the Minister of Foreign Affairs' office was outrageously luxurious.

It's so luxurious that if Chu Sheng saw it, he would definitely start singing "Pear blossoms fall in front of your window".

Underfoot was a pure white wool carpet with gold thread embroidery; the walls were covered with luxurious upholstery in a palatial style; and in the center of the ceiling, a huge crystal chandelier was radiating dazzling light.

At the far end of this office, which rivals a royal palace, stands a throne crafted from genuine leather and pure gold.

At that moment, the tall, voluptuous blonde woman on the throne raised her head in displeasure, her emerald green eyes coldly looking over.

"How many times have I told you, you must be addressed by your official title within the Bureau?" she said slowly, her voice elegant and mellow, yet carrying an innate arrogance and disdain.

"Okay, okay, Minister!" The secretary trembled in fright, quickly bowed ninety degrees to apologize, and then ran forward in her high heels, handing a document to the desk in front of the throne with both hands.

"Minister, there's a huge problem! [Muse]'s online approval rating across all channels has plummeted by another 6 percentage points this month! Even the offline poll the ministry just conducted in Haicheng city shows that the core fan base is being lost in large numbers, and citizens are starting to experience aesthetic fatigue with [Muse]!"

The blonde mature woman, referred to as the chairperson, snorted coldly and slowly rose from her throne.

Although the secretary had been working for her for two years, she still subconsciously swallowed and stared in disbelief.

The chairperson's dazzling long, wavy golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her tailored, bright red suit jacket was now groaning under its own weight, stretched to its limit by those incomprehensibly magnificent breasts, its heavy weight trembling slightly with her breath.

The few buttons on the collar of the silk shirt were stretched extremely tight, like Spider-Man pulling a train, as if they would be blown off at any moment.

Looking down, beneath the extremely fitted suit jacket was a bright red, tight-fitting bodycon skirt in the same color family. The skirt clung tightly to her exaggerated hourglass figure, creating several folds along the edges of her voluptuous curves.

Her long, voluptuous legs were encased in black velvet stockings, and she wore a pair of ten-centimeter red patent leather stilettos, looking down at her secretary with disdain.

"It should have collapsed long ago! Do these idiots really think they can live off pouting and acting cute forever?" The chairperson's red lips parted slightly, full of sarcasm. "The citizens have been watching this childish game for three whole years, how could they not be tired of it? What the market wants now is excitement, novelty!"

The secretary asked timidly, "Then Chairman... no, Minister, what should we do? Right now, the bureau's publicity targets are all relying on [Muse]..."

"Hmph! You'll have to ask our muscle-headed director about that!" the chairman said sarcastically, her tone displeased. "I submitted a comprehensive reform draft for the Foreign Propaganda Department two weeks ago, and she rejected it without even finishing reading it!"

"What nonsense about 'not advocating for large-scale idol talent shows and eliminating the unhealthy trend of borderline promotion'!" Her voice rose higher and higher, her haughty arrogance finally bursting forth. "What does she know!"

"She won't let me hold a large-scale talent show, so I'll hold an internal talent show! She doesn't like things that skirt the edges, but I'll do it anyway! What era are we living in? If everyone's hiding their true selves and being shy and hesitant, who the hell is willing to spend their money?"

She slammed her hand on the desk.

"Snapped!"

With that crisp sound, the magnificent front armor instantly stirred up a terrifying wave, trembling and shaking several times.

She pointed at the secretary's nose: "You, get me a pen now! I'll tell you what to do, write it down! Once you're done, stamp it and send it upstairs to that old spinster!"

"Okay, okay, Minister!" The secretary hurriedly pulled a pen out of her pocket, opened her notebook, and muttered to herself.

Aren't you an old maid too?

"First!" The chairman crossed his arms, making the airbags seem even more prominent. "Immediately launch the second annual internal talent search for the Haicheng branch! Strict age limit: under 24! Those old women at [Muse] are no longer worth exploiting!"

The secretary, a ten-year fan of the captain of [Muse], felt her heart bleed upon hearing this. But she dared not refute it and obediently wrote it down.

"Secondly! I will personally serve as a judge for this talent show! Get out of the way of those old fogies from the Imperial Guard and the Bureau! A bunch of tasteless bumpkins, don't even bother with them!"

The secretary's hands were shaking so badly that even her own mother couldn't recognize her handwriting.

"Third!" The chairman slightly raised his refined chin, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Tell the director that I'm personally investing in promoting this person in the name of my family! Whether it's the initial publicity and promotion or the later buying of traffic and rankings, the bureau won't spend a single penny! If there are results, the branch office will take the credit; if there are losses, I'll cover them!"

The secretary gaped in shock.

"Have you finished taking notes?" The chairman gave her a cold, sidelong glance.

"I...I've finished writing!" The secretary instinctively put her legs together and stood at attention.

"Not a single word different?" The chairman narrowed his alluring green eyes.

"I guarantee not a single word will be wrong!" the secretary declared loudly, "I even wrote down exactly what you said about the director being an old maid!"

There was a two-second silence in the office.

"Snapped!"

The chairman grabbed an empty folder from the table and slapped the secretary on the forehead.

"You idiot!" the chairman roared, his anger surging like a tidal wave. "You even wrote down the things I said to her?! Delete them and rewrite it!"