How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Ling Ning, why does your outfit today look different from usual?”

“Huh…? Does it? Well, it’s nice to change things up once in a while, right?”

Ling Ning had no other choice. Even though she had woken up bright and early today, it still took a lot of time to get back to the city from Zhou Xiaoxiao’s house. By the time she got from Zhou Xiaoxiao’s place to St. Freya, there was no time left to go home and change.

As for her car, Ling Ning parked it in some random lot near the school. There was no way she could just drive straight into the school—it would be suicidal. After all, she was technically driving without a license.

“It kind of feels like your clothes are a size too small…”

Ling Ning let out a nervous chuckle. “No way, it’s just how this outfit is designed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Seeing Xu Qing drop the subject, Ling Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. Speaking of which, this dress wasn’t even a short one when Zhou Xiaoxiao wore it. So why did it turn into a mini-dress on her? And the bra—it’s way too small. It feels just as tight as that special compression top she had to wear, making it hard to breathe.

But it didn’t matter. The morning would pass soon enough, and then she could go home and change. Though she still had to wash Qin Qing’s car… Sigh. She had borrowed Qin Qing’s precious car without permission just to show off. If Qin Qing found out, Ling Ning would definitely be dead.

Class was just as dull as ever, but skipping was not an option. Ling Ning barely remembered her high school lessons, and she really missed that brief period when her memories were crystal clear. Back then, she could recall anything instantly—even memories from when she was only one or two years old. She was like the protagonist from “Lucy”—that powerful.

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“Have you guys read this novel recently?”

During the break, the class’s infamous trio of perverts—Mo Fashi, Bai Xuejia, and Shen Shi—huddled together. Mo Fashi pulled out his phone and waved it at the other two, speaking with a mysterious air.

“Huh!? Isn’t that the one about the fat uncle who can only transform into a magical girl by wearing his daughter’s panties on his head? I read a bit of the beginning, but it didn’t seem all that interesting, even though the writing wasn’t bad,” Shen Shi scoffed.

Mo Fashi smiled. “You haven’t gotten to the good part. The plot goes absolutely crazy, and it’s so dirty yet elegant. I’m convinced the author is a seasoned pervert. As for their looks… definitely fat, sleazy, with a greasy face. If not, I’ll livestream myself using a meat grinder.”

“Didn’t you praise ‘Magical Girl Raising Project’ just the other day? You said Alice couldn’t die no matter what, and if she did, you’d perform a sword flight on the school’s rooftop. Where’s that sword flight, huh?” Bai Xuejia asked calmly.

Mo Fashi gave an awkward smile. “That was ages ago, can we just drop it?”

“What about yesterday, then? Our ten-minute kill count was 40 to 5, and you said if we lost, you’d drink pesticide. And what happened?” Bai Xuejia clearly wasn’t letting him off the hook so easily.

Bai Xuejia’s words hit Mo Fashi hard, and he could only stammer, unable to retort.

“Anyway, I’m genuinely recommending this book. There’s nothing more thrilling than the idea of becoming a magical girl by putting your daughter’s panties on your head.” Mo Fashi’s voice rose a little too loudly, and suddenly the whole class turned to look at the trio like they were creeps.

Bai Xuejia and Shen Shi glared daggers at Mo Fashi for dragging them into this mess.

Ling Ning, overhearing their conversation, couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of embarrassment. Having her novel discussed by others was kind of mortifying.

“I think I’ve read that one,” Xu Qing, sitting beside her, suddenly said.

“Huh?” Ling Ning was stunned. But since she had kept her identity hidden, there was no way Xu Qing could know she was the author. As far as Ling Ning remembered, only a few people at the cafe knew. No one else.

“Actually, it’s really good. The writing is top-notch, the logic is tight, and even the dirty jokes are written elegantly and clearly. Plus, the way the protagonist’s internal struggle is portrayed, along with the depiction of all the other characters—I’ve got to hand it to the author,” Xu Qing said, a note of admiration in her voice.

Watching Xu Qing’s sincere commentary, Ling Ning felt a mix of emotions. That refined yet suggestive writing style was something she developed in her past life to bypass censorship. It was a common trick among authors back then, considering how strict things were. If these novels were published in her past life… well, let’s just say they wouldn’t stand a chance.

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At noon, Ling Ning still didn’t go home to change. After all, compared to a free lunch, worrying about her clothes didn’t seem that important. She had been uncomfortable all morning, so another afternoon wouldn’t make much of a difference.

After finishing her free lunch, Ling Ning returned to the classroom for her usual midday nap. But she soon realized her chest felt unbearably tight, making it impossible to fall asleep. After some deliberation, she decided to go to the restroom and take it off. She could put it back on before the afternoon classes started. It was just for a few hours—no one would notice, right?

Determined, Ling Ning headed to the restroom, closed the door, and took off her bra. Instantly, she could breathe freely again, feeling much better. She glanced down—yep, not too noticeable. If you didn’t look closely, you couldn’t tell. Just to be sure, she let her hair fall forward, adding an extra layer of cover.

With her chest no longer restricted, she quickly dozed off, sleeping soundly until afternoon classes began.

Ling Ning sat up with a resigned look as the teacher droned on at the front of the room. How had it come to this? She had forgotten to set her alarm. Now she just had to tough it out until the class ended, and then she could sneak back to the restroom and put the bra back on.

But a salted fish’s life never goes smoothly.

“For this essay assignment, I think Ling Ning did the best job. Not only did she connect it to real-life examples, but she also included some vivid illustrations. Now, let’s have Ling Ning come up and read her essay aloud. Everyone, listen carefully.”

Ling Ning was completely stunned. This was a death sentence.

“Um, Teacher, my throat is a bit sore.” She even coughed twice for good measure. Fortunately, her voice had actually become hoarse from practicing her fake voice recently, so it sounded convincingly raspy.

“Alright then, I’ll read it myself. Pay attention, everyone, and see how it’s done.”

Seeing that Yu Wen didn’t insist on her going up, Ling Ning sighed in relief, silently swearing never to go braless again.

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Author’s Note:

Everyone, happy Winter Solstice~