Uneasy daily life

Miura Yuko: "?"

Yui Yuigahama blushed furiously and shouted outside, "Shiro! What are you saying?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita's voice came through: "Please don't drag me into this. I have no intention of going to the toilet with anyone."

Yui Yuigahama, on the verge of tears, stomped her foot and cried out, "I don't have any either!"

"Hachiman! You be the witness!"

"Can I refuse...?"

"Great! I've got an inspiration! I'll create something based on Hachiman..."

Hachiman Hikigaya's weak voice rang out, as if he had been gored by a wild boar, and he said reluctantly, "Boys do have this stupid behavior of going to the toilet together to show that they are good friends. Sometimes they get angry that someone didn't go with them but went to the toilet with someone else... I have a friend who used to hear someone say 'Want to go to the toilet together?' and she happily and shyly replied 'Sure'—but the invitation was actually made to another boy."

Yukino Yukinoshita exclaimed in surprise, "Putting aside how many friends you have, is this a habit of boys? I really can't understand it."

Someone flew into a rage: "Hachiman, let's go to the toilet together! Without Yukino, let's unite and isolate her!"

Yukino Yukinoshita: "Your perfectly timed and incredibly stupid remarks have left me speechless."

Hachiman Hikigaya: "Please exclude me,"

Someone said admiringly, "That's right, Hachiman is a strongman who can go to the toilet alone."

The sound of conversation drifted over, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Miura Yumiko subconsciously looked at the group of boys led by Hayama Junto.

"How could we possibly do something so stupid!"

"That's it!"

"Exactly! That's so stupid!"

"No, we absolutely do not have that kind of habit!"

The boys tried their best to explain.

"Pfft, haha..." Yui Yuigahama laughed, relaxing and speaking frankly, "I want to be friends with them, which is why I'm sometimes short on time, but I also don't want to lose my relationship with Yumiko... So, can we continue being friends?"

"Humph."

Yumiko Miura looked down at her phone and replied indifferently, "I don't care."

Yui Yuigahama understood what she meant and couldn't help but laugh, "Mmm!"

"Go away, what are you grinning about?! You're making me angry, I'm about to go eat too!"

Yumiko Miura got up and shooed people away.

"Okay! See you later!"

Yui Yuigahama skipped away from the classroom like a happy little bird, and met up with the three people outside the classroom.

I've spoken my mind, honestly expressing my feelings. It's not because I'm hesitant due to Yumiko and Yuki's relationship, nor because I'm keeping my distance from Yuki, Hachi, and Shiro—I want to be friends with those who attract me, and I also want to remain friends with Yumiko who helps me. I'm such an idiot for making something so simple complicated.

Let's go to the activity room for lunch together!

Yui Yuigahama has a bright smile.

"No way—I need to go to the convenience store and get some fried noodles and bread! They're on sale today!"

The white-clad figure coldly refused and walked away decisively.

Hachiman Hikigaya rolled down the slope: "I've already finished eating, so I'm not going."

"Huh? Huh!"

As Yui glanced around, the two had already slipped away, and she couldn't help but put on a pitiful expression: "Yuki..."

"Phew... What are you standing there for? Let's go to the activity room. Hopefully, my lunchbox hasn't gotten cold yet."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed and walked ahead, the conversation from earlier subtly replaying in her mind... Stop, I shouldn't think about it anymore, it'll make me sick.

"Hehe! Little Snow!"

Yui Yuigahama chased after him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Don't suddenly hug me—seriously, oh dear."

……

In the afternoon, there is club activity time after classes.

Yukino Yukinoshita was reading a light novel, Hachiman Hikigaya was reading a light novel, and Yui Yuigahama was chatting with a friend on her phone. However, none of the three were paying attention to their own affairs; their gazes were unconsciously drawn to the white figure making the call. How should I put it...

It's quite rare to see someone so timid and hesitant, making "uh-huh" or "oh-huh" sounds.

As a result, the atmosphere in the activity room became strange.

"Okay, I understand. I'll revise the story structure..."

"Ah, there might indeed be a problem there."

"It will be completed as soon as possible."

"Oh, I understand, but..."

"I need some more time."

"Kavan... let me think of something..."

"That place isn't what you mean—okay, it could be what you mean."

The man, holding his phone, unconsciously stood up, straightened his body, and paced around the narrow classroom like a donkey pulling a millstone.

His handsome face was full of distress, his eyes were slightly lowered and he nodded in agreement. Something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and what came out were "yes, yes, yes," "that's right," "it'll be done soon," "I'm very sorry," "it's my fault"—these emotionless, yet desperately trying-to-express-something, noises that were ultimately completely misinterpreted and chaotic.

The white figure's footsteps grew faster and heavier.

Yui Yuigahama asked softly, "Shiro, what's wrong? It's so strange..."

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"Is it for work?"

Hachiman Hikigaya, having some guesses, said heavily, "Doesn't the captain usually write things? Perhaps that's his job outside of being a student. The captain is probably half a working professional now. Sigh... work is really scary. I don't want to work in the future."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced sideways and said, "Does Hachiman-kun plan to live off his parents from now on?"

"Ha, why would my parents let me eat that?"

Hachiman Hikigaya proudly declared, "If anyone's going to gnaw on someone, it'll be Komachi—by the way, Komachi is my little sister, she's super cute."

"Hachigaya's sister is so pitiful."

"Xiao Qi, siblings can't be together."

Hachiman Hikigaya wouldn't get hurt. He closed the book in his hand and said, "You all underestimate this society! From childhood to adulthood, teachers have simply asked students about their ideals and what they want to do in the future, and even encouraged them with a smile. That's a complete lie."

"The result is that a group of people have overly high expectations for the future—only when they actually arrive in the future will they find that they can't become scientists, astronauts, pilots, great writers, or great generals."

"Those who set ideals in the past are destined to drift further and further away from those ideals."

Hachiman Hikigaya shook his head and sighed, "A bunch of fools are starting to party, and those who don't join in will become heretics."

"The basis for this is that I have a friend who, while everyone was talking about their ideals of achieving both fame and fortune, said he wanted to become a stay-at-home dad. As a result, he was ridiculed for a long time, even criticized by his teacher, and some girls even said things like, 'If you don't work hard, you'll end up marrying Hachiman Hikigaya...'"

pain!It hurts so much!

In conclusion, anyone who praises ideals and youth is an idiot!

"Hmm... Hehehe, I don't think I can remember the ideal I talked about in elementary school."

Yui Yuigahama chuckled sheepishly and asked, "Where's Yuki?"

"..."

"Xiaoxue?"

"Ahem, sorry, I was a little distracted."

Yukino Yukinoshita snapped out of her daze, coughed, and was about to say something when the heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Four-eyes! What are you trying to do, doing this and that?!"

A heavy, sharp shout.

She's back; Bai Ying's aura has returned.

The free man, holding his phone, burst forth with passion, his voice booming like a petrel soaring through a storm.

"You scumbag playwright!"

Hachiman Hikigaya leaned back involuntarily—a mere contractor, a lowly office worker, dared to call the client and boss "scum"?!

Entering the rebellious phase, one can fight against parents; to stand up to the boss, one must at least be an ultimate individual.

Yui Yuigahama swallowed hard, while Yukino Yukinoshita glanced sideways at her with her book in hand.

They heard the first clap of thunder.

Bai Ying declared loudly, "The horror of tragedy should lie in the shock of that moment when beauty is shattered! Horror is merely a seasoning for tragedy, it should not overshadow the main theme! Don't add elements like flying flesh and blood, heroic sacrifices, national collapse and death, ancient traditions, or feudal rituals! This is a story based on the individual! Don't talk to me about abstract grand narratives!"

Enraged by the rebuttal, the client spoke through the phone in a magnetic voice with a scholarly air: "Fate, nation, society—these grand forces decisively guide individual behavior. The insignificant individual attempts to express themselves, only to be repeatedly broken—that is tragedy! Even a cry of despair is futile! Even a struggle is absurd! Even a smile is heavy! These things may be abstract, but they are also concrete realities!"

"For this to happen, a grand force needs to be materialized. It could be a custom, an ambition, a tradition, an unspoken atmosphere of etiquette, or a power imbalance in interpersonal relationships! Only when people see each other being struck by lightning and killed in the same torrential rain can the audience feel moved and experience the heart-shaking horror! Simply focusing on personal experiences cannot evoke resonance!"

Bai Ying retorted fiercely and angrily, "What resonates is not the macro environment, but beauty! When beauty withers in the mud, and the painting is torn to pieces in front of its admirers, that is a tragedy! We should resonate with others through beauty, gradually touching their hearts! Whether it is beauty, virtue, sincerity, or kindness—then smash this meticulously crafted, desirable beauty! Only in this way can we tear open the dust that has clouded people's hearts!"

"It's a pity when a beautiful woman turns to dust, but who cares when an ugly woman rots into mud?! If the knife isn't sharp, how can it pierce a person's heart?! If the wound isn't deep, how can it form a scar?! If the sugar coating isn't sweet, how can it soften a person's heart and make them willingly give in?!"

The client's voice turned stern: "You're still focusing on your little corner! Don't think you can compete with me just because you've graduated! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson about your habit of delaying your work!"

The white figure sneered coldly, "I'm not the same person I used to be! Let's find out for sure today!"

"Debate? Ha!" The client suddenly sneered. "You just go write it yourself! We'll talk about payment after you've written and approved it!"

"No--!!"

"Did you experience it? This is the kind of grief and horror that can truly resonate with people—I've got an idea! My next play will be about Party A and Party B. See you later!"

Thus, the petrel, its wings broken, fell into the vast ocean with a mournful cry.

The white shadow turned into pale gray.

The others watched this scene without any sympathy.

Chapter Twelve: How could I possibly kill you off?

The white figure was sitting in the chair, but it looked more like it was lying down.

He would occasionally hum some strange things, like, "A hundred years is always hard work, rushing anxiously from dawn till dusk, singing as I walk, I'll live a long life, the client is buried and I'll dig the grave..."

You can hear the deep resentment in Meng Jiangnu's voice, which sounds like she's crying at the Great Wall.

Yui Yuigahama asked curiously, "Shiro, is the problem serious?"

“It’s serious…” Bai Ying sighed. “It’s like Yui’s father made a pledge that he would be fired from the company if he didn’t complete the task.”

"Oh no!" Yui Yuigahama exclaimed in a panic, "This...this is a big problem!"

"It's like Miura crying and questioning Yuihama, 'What exactly is your relationship with that woman Yukinoshita?'"

Yui Yuigahama sat on the chair, stamping her feet: "Shiro!!!"

"It's more like the CEO of Yukinoshita strides in, coldly and arrogantly rebuking the poor boy Miura: 'This is my woman, let go of her'..."

Yukino Yukinoshita retorted coldly, "Then it seems that Shiro-kun is just a clown offstage. The school's famous 'great opera singer'... What is Hachiman-kun thinking?"

“Ah…” Hachiman Hikigaya’s dead fish eyes, which had been staring blankly, immediately straightened up. “I was just thinking that art comes from life.”

'What's your relationship with him?'

'It's a relationship that can't be spoken of...'

"We're the closest of friends, you outsider, get out of the way."

Upon closer reflection, it actually captures some of the essence of a prime-time TV drama featuring housewives!

Thankfully, the minister didn't improvise based on this idea, otherwise... what would have happened? The three of them might have been rumored to be in a messy lesbian love triangle tomorrow. I don't even want to think about it.

“Hachiman…” Yukino Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Hachiman Hikigaya who had started to drift off into thought again, and had a feeling that this guy was imagining some strange things.