I don't keep a diary, I only spoil life.

"It's so nostalgic. I don't think I'll ever forget those things in my life," Yang Nai murmured softly.

"....ha?"

Hearing the somewhat irrelevant answer, Yukino's thoughts wandered on the other end of the phone, and she let out a blank meow.

"No, it's nothing, just occasionally sighing about life."

Yang shook his head, silently playing with the pocket watch on the gold necklace.

Yes, children, the picture shows early humans taming gods, but it might be a bit cruel to compare it to the lower-ranking Hakimi.

Just as Yuki's mother often dragged her uneducated, delinquent father back to school before she got married, this photo was taken by Yukino, a third-year junior high school student, during the eighty-first time she chased Ginko home from a student fight.

This year was ruled by Yang Nai, which had a special meaning for Li Yinguang and was the reason that prompted him to enroll in Advanced Education. However, for Yang Nai herself, this was a rare glimpse of her true self, free from social performance.

So... it's hard to say who is the most suitable person for Li Yinguang to marry, but if we're talking about who is the most suitable person to discipline Li Yinguang, compared to the Kujo sisters who indulge his various naughty behaviors, Haruno is like his strict biological mother.

Yukino Yukinoshita knew perfectly well how mischievous, how much he loved to show off, and how much he liked to deliberately put on an annoying act that made people helpless.

But she hadn't initially considered the identity of the person who started the diary.

Could it really be Li Yinguang?

Was that guy who gained superhuman power really him? If so, then when we meet again, will the one claiming to have awakened from a past life still be him?

It's probably not that easy to say for sure.

After all, there are too many variables in the world.

Everything is still unknown.

Yang Nai muttered to himself, then snapped the pocket watch shut with a click.

She tucked it back into the narrow crevice of her chest, recalling the amusing incident of taking the photo. After a moment of hesitation, she softly answered the microphone:

"Oh, I see. To be honest, I did think about that topic, but I gave up halfway through."

The sophisticated and composed older sister offers a white lie to her naive and clumsy younger sister, playing the role of an unsuspecting person perfectly: "Or do you think the other person might be someone close to us, Yukino?"

"..."

Yukino was silent.

She needs to know why she's asking about chicken feathers.

She doesn't even know when she'll become successful, so what right does she have to speculate about the identity of the mysterious person?

With that in mind, Yukino gave up thinking and the conversation ended.

After Yang hung up the phone, the room fell silent again after two busy tones. Miss Xue wanted to take advantage of the silence to fall asleep, but she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

The lonely atmosphere of the deep night suddenly swept over, more easily stirring up negative emotions than anything else. Even though Yukino was unwilling, memories related to the diary still flooded her mind.

Reflecting on herself three times a day, Yukino lay listlessly on the bed, her mind blank except for one thought echoing in her mind—just how much does the mysterious person A know? Is it just information about my high school life, or has the future he described permeated her entire life?

In short, it boils down to one sentence;

It's time to open NetEase Cloud Music, reveal a crying face that's even brighter than a smile, and shout, "I really want to love this world!"

Yukino couldn't sleep that night.

The incisive comments in her diary were like a military knife piercing her heart, like the relentless spoon-wielding killer in the movie, relentlessly pounding on her head.

Not only was it a wake-up call, but it also kept her awake all night. Words came to mind, and she couldn't help but softly compose a poem.

A chance encounter during the start of the school year, a single glance at a diary, and a lifetime of regret.

Through her diary, Yukinoshita foresees a tragic life comparable to Truman's.

Living in a daze is a good thing; it would be terrifying to be spied on by a mysterious person for the rest of your life.

Having been among the first to understand the terrifying aspects of the diary and possessing a clear mind, she realized early on just how terrifying the mysterious person A was, whose shock value was being collected from the holder and fed back in reverse.

When her sister Yang Nai invited her to join the group, she declined because she was worried that too many holders gathering and talking to each other would provide too much energy to the mysterious person.

Although she didn't have the courage to search for information about the mysterious person, she believed that her self-control was already exceptional.

But now...

She couldn't control it, she simply couldn't control it; her resentment had become an uncontrollable river.

She was so sad; she wanted to play Chopin in the rain.

Even slaves should be given the right to rest and dignity, but the negative emotions lingering in their hearts are hard to dispel; this body, whose emotions are controlled by a mysterious person, cannot even resist the other party without generating shock value!

Having long since seen through the mysterious vampire's true nature, Yukino sadly realizes that she seems to have found her own difficult future.

There are no more stories of youth; all that remains is self-pity about the future.

It's impossible to fantasize about the appearance of an understanding person anymore, since the greatest understanding person is actually the villainous male lead in his own eyes.

The bunny girl senior next door has stepped into the realm of a terrestrial immortal, transforming herself into the sole protagonist of a supernatural world.

She, Xuexia Xue, stepped into a state of bruises and swelling, and transformed into the original protagonist in a tortured web novel, who was constantly ravaged and crushed by the transmigrated villain protagonist.

Yukino felt depressed as she reviewed and analyzed everything mentioned in the diary.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became.

The more she thought about it, the more gloomy she became.

gradually.

Her eyes and brows were gloomy.

It was a bitter and deep-seated hatred.

His expression was one of unapproachability, like the aura of someone who had killed his father.

She successfully mastered the same expression as Uchiha Sasuke, but unfortunately, she didn't have the Sharingan, so all she felt was resentment.

"That childish brat must be very proud of himself."

"He must be hiding behind the curtain, laughing at me! Laughing at my self-humiliation, laughing at my low spirits after being scolded, laughing at my constant supply of emotional energy to Him!"

As she continued rambling on, Yukino's competitive nature came to the fore.

Just as Li Yinguang had predicted, the various cases he had deliberately recorded in his diary and the phrase "You definitely can't change" began to take effect.

Unable to eat or sleep peacefully, Yukino Yukinoshita got up, cleared her mind of distractions, and no longer cared about whether she had given the mysterious person any shock points. She then focused her thoughts on her future.

Perhaps the previous confusion and entanglement had worked, as Yukinoshita's mind became much clearer, and she seemed to have divine assistance in thinking about the situation and its context.

After a long while, a pen appeared in her palm, leaving fresh ink marks on the pages with a rustling sound.

Independence.

【Talent】.

[Qualifications]

【consciousness】.

Go with the flow.

Each line and each word represents a concept.

After establishing each possibility representing progress, Yukino paused and then crossed out the words she felt were unreliable one by one.

Only two lines of text remained on the page.

Independence —

Go with the flow —

That's right.

That's it.

Regardless of Toyokawa Shoko.

Or perhaps it's that Sakurajima Mai-senpai.

They both do have their own areas of expertise.

But the real reason why the mysterious person mentioned them is still unknown.

It's certainly not an intention to deliberately use the gap in 'talent' to undermine oneself.

After carefully considering and filtering the nominated diary holders, Yukino quickly found two answers.

Both holders possess unique independence, yet they also follow the crowd. As the diary entries appear, they immediately engage in a frenzy of lotteries, thus defying fate.

To truly gain the approval of your family and to forge your own path to success, you need to possess a certain degree of independence.

As for the second point.

Go with the flow.

Should I draw the rewards from that gacha pool?

Looking back on my uneventful life so far.

Then I thought about all the dignity I had left.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who was surviving in the narrow space between the two, swallowed slightly.

Looking at the diary that had been opened without her noticing, she suppressed her agitated emotions.

Just as Li Yinguang mentioned in his diary;

Is it better to maintain rebellion and seek a breakthrough while sinking into depravity, or to directly embrace change?

Looking at her lottery pool with thousands of likes, Yukino pressed the draw button without hesitation.

Following it... it was enveloped in a burst of rainbow-colored light.

...

Is it because the relationship between Lao Xue and the Russian girl is not good, and it is impossible to write a sweet story?

Chapter 67. The Unlucky Xue is the Lucky Emperor Xiang; the former is trash, the latter...

The dazzling colors are most likely to arouse the emotional impulse of gacha players, a fact that is common knowledge.

Within the earliest known lottery games, there was a trend of creating "rarest" rewards by using gold and colored frames. As more and more similar pay-to-win games emerged, this model of using card colors to represent reward tiers became increasingly widespread.

If you get a gold or rainbow ring in the lottery, you've won the item.

Such formulas are already quite common.

Ultimately, dazzling colors are more likely to evoke human emotions than bland colors.

That's why.

Visually, one can see the colorful ripples that create a powerful whirlwind.

Even though Yukino knew absolutely nothing about games.

Just looking at the magnificent colors made her subconsciously think, "I've made my shipment."

My heart was pounding.

A pair of clear eyes were fixed on that purple light.

To put it bluntly, anyone else would probably have already started imagining an acceptance speech, given how striking that vibrant color was.

How lucky I am! I only tried my hand and was able to easily win a high-quality reward.

Another imagined scene: a mysterious figure, a money-scattering boy, wearing a mask of pain, sitting on a bus and wailing uncontrollably...

Even though Yukino's heart was as hard as iron, and even though she had resisted temptations many times, she was still astonished to witness this miracle.

The scene was quiet.

Only my heart is pounding.

My hands are shaking.

My mind went completely blank.

Her pupils were fixed on the ripples of colorful light that seemed like a gift from fate, and her slender, icy-white hand unconsciously reached out slightly.

Listen closely to that incredible broadcast echoing in your mind, and recall the anticipation that has been stirred within you.

Looking at the tangible reward that had finally materialized before her, the second young lady's fragile heart shattered into pieces.