Uneasy daily life

Hayato Hayama spaced out for a moment, then picked up his drink and stood up, recalling the question Tobe had asked him about who he liked… To be honest, the answer was that he didn't like anyone. His feelings for Yukinoshita were complicated. Guilt, wanting to help but unable to, caring, wanting to try and make amends but having been warned by Yukinoshita's older sister.

Is Yukino Yukinoshita's social skills a facade? Impossible. When I made a mistake, she always put pressure on me with a smile, engaging in witty banter and subtly setting traps for me. That charming and shrewd demeanor hasn't changed.

To be honest, I'm a little scared. If Yukinoshita Haruno's social skills can be faked, then what exactly is this that I'm trying to imitate? Is it really a good thing?

Hayato Hayama felt a bit overwhelmed, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt an urge to just let things be, even if he didn't dare to find out the truth.

Hiss—could this be what Bai Ying meant by seeing reality?!

...Although I don't know what Yukino saw, I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

"Hey, I'm back. Here—"

"Ahaha, thank you, Hayato."

"It's troublesome."

"Thank you."

Hayato Hayama handed the cola to the three of them, sensing an odd atmosphere.

Where does this inexplicable sense of distance and abrupt thanks come from?

Do I even need to guess... Bai Ying must have done something in that short period of time!

……

……

This is the inspiration gained from hard work, and it is very precious. The script must be completed quickly and well to avoid that director who has gone astray from putting me in a dark room and cruelly squeezing the script out of me!

The white figure slowly tilted to the left.

Ahhh! The performance is the day after tomorrow, and the mouthpiece and puppeteer must be rehearsing with all their might! If they don't want to be overshadowed, they have to rehearse and constantly optimize their roles and performances, but that means they won't have time to rush the scripts, and they won't be able to thoroughly test Mai Sakurajima's confidence on stage, which would be unbecoming of a hater!

The white figure slowly tilted to the right.

creation--!!

Performance--!!

Outside the women's hot spring bath, a white, roly-poly toy is swinging wildly.

The hand of a hero... Ah, just a simple touch, and inspiration flows... STOP!

Damn it! What's the difference between relying on that stuff and creating art with your genitals?! Get lost!

Ah, I'm so hungry, those slender, delicate hands, those pink cherry blossom-like nails...

Those aren't hands, those are pickled chicken feet! Mmm! They're pickled chicken feet! Pickled chicken feet that've turned white from being pickled!

Ah, if it were chicken feet, that would be nice too, so I could gnaw on them and suck out the blood... the spiciness and sourness would be delicious.

That's shit.

How do you know it's bad if you've never tried it?

Ah... That's not Yukinoshita no Te (The Hand Under the Snow), that's a playwright's script.

Oh! Praise, caress, the world's treasures...

"vomit--!"

The white figure successfully unleashed its instincts, then, disgusted by the thoughts it had stirred up, bent over and gagged.

Hmph, mere, boring instincts.

However, this also proves one thing: praising someone's work is indeed more painful than eating shit. I'll tell that scumbag the good news next time.

In the lobby of the women's hot spring, Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama silently stood with their hands behind their backs, gazing at the white figure outside.

His feet wouldn't move an inch.

Chapter 135 Yukino: Weakness Exploit!

"Is that a white figure?"

"Yeah, he's a really handsome guy, but his behavior is a bit... um... hard to judge."

"I guess that's how all artists are."

Many of the girls who left clearly noticed the strange or seemingly normal white figures outside.

"Ah, Uncle Bai!"

Chitanda Eru, with her hair up, came out, her eyes lighting up as she excitedly ran up to the white figure: "How was the hot spring we went to?"

Bai Ying raised her hand and pressed her aching head: "Not very good."

"Huh—?" Chitanda Eru was startled and asked, "Is there anything that can be improved? The design? The route? The temperature? Or the surrounding scenery?"

Bai Ying perked up and asked enthusiastically, "Niece! Can this hot spring be modified to have the function of dropping in a blank sheet of paper and retrieving a manuscript?!"

Chitanda Eru said seriously, "Hot springs shouldn't be able to be modified to have this function."

Bai Ying sighed, "It's truly a pity."

Are you two performing a comedy routine?

Wearing a cherry blossom-colored yukata and wooden clogs, Yukinoshita stretched and walked over, chuckling lazily, "Hmm—ha! I really enjoyed this hot spring. You rascal, aren't you? You finally got to relax, so you must have a lot of creative ideas in your head. You can finish the script in one night, right?"

Bai Ying: "That's for sure."

Chitanda Eru exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? You jerk?!"

“It’s a nickname~” Yukinoshita Haruno leaned closer with a smile, “Don’t you think so? You rascal.”

Chitanda Eru was shocked again: "A nickname?!"

"Yeah, yeah, after all, barging into someone else's life so unreasonably, calling them a jerk isn't an exaggeration at all~"

Yukino, with her hands behind her back and wooden clogs clapping on the ground, approached him with seemingly intimate clattering sounds.

Bai Ying decisively jumped back, grabbed a handful of damp soil from the ground, and sneered, "You dare to take another step forward? If you dare to violate the contract, I'll make sure you go back and take a bath right now!"

Yukino Yukinoshita froze. She calculated the probability that if she took a step forward, she would be covered in dirt... Tsk! Absolutely 100%!

"Where did you come from, you brat elementary school kid?"

"Hmph! When a child goes from not being afraid of getting dirty to becoming a clean adult, has he actually become cleaner or dirtier?"

"Looks like scoundrels are different. They're not clean and they're not afraid of getting dirty. They're consistent inside and out."

"I am over-flattered."

The two immediately started exchanging sarcastic insults. Chitanda Eru looked around anxiously, wondering if she could stop the argument by shouting "Stop!"

"Oh dear, Chitanda, don't be nervous. Naga and Hakukage have their own reasons for doing this. Let's keep our distance."

"Ugh?!"

Angelina appeared and pulled Chitanda Eru away. She tried her best to maintain her supposedly respectable seniority; it wouldn't be good if Chitanda got splattered with blood.

Great opportunity! Xiaoxue's older sister has already restrained Xiaobai!

"Xiaoxue, let's hurry and take advantage of this moment..."

Yui Yuigahama reached out and pulled, but couldn't budge it. She turned around in surprise.

"I need to talk to Shiraki about something," Yukino Yukinoshita said gently, her expression wistful. "Yuihama, you can go now."

Xiaoxue? Really? Are you going to take the A-level? Are you and your sister both this brave?!

"Xiaoxue, don't be fooled by Xiaobai's current state. Have you forgotten what happened at the school gate?" Yui Yuigahama advised. "Once he finds his true target, Xiaobai will definitely act with full force and won't give up until he achieves his goal..."

"No, it's okay."

Yukino Yukinoshita wavered for a moment, then forced herself to remain calm and said, "I do have a lot of things I want to talk to Haku about... During this time, Haku has done some things that have had a great impact."

Yui Yuigahama paused for a moment, naturally thinking of Yuki's family who had been dragged into the Dark Game yesterday. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Then, Yuki, calm down. Although Shiro's words and actions are strange, I feel that he has his reasons, which will make the person involved quite embarrassed... Yuki, don't get so angry that you argue with Shiro."

"Don't worry, I won't use force unless absolutely necessary."

He sounds a little angry!

Yui Yuigahama hesitated for a moment, then decided to slip away first. Since it was about Yuki's family, she shouldn't interfere.

Yukino Yukinoshita let out a muffled sigh, squinting at her sister and the white shadow still talking outside.

What she just said was not perfunctory. She really wanted to have a serious talk with Bai Ying about her family and her own affairs... Her sister was right about one thing: if you so irrationally disrupt someone else's family affairs, then it's perfectly reasonable and justifiable for you to ask for your debts, right?

Her older sister was no longer reliable; she had finally managed to escape a job she disliked.

Come to think of it, this time was no different. Despite such a fierce argument, the accumulated contradictions and pressures of more than ten years, the hysterical outburst and conflict, the confrontation with the mother to the point of hurting each other... the sister still came out and reached a reconciliation with the mother.

However, she was still hesitant and indecisive, and from time to time she would simply not say anything, using excuses such as the atmosphere at home had finally eased up, and dared not face her mother directly.

Yukino Yukinoshita composed herself, tucked her hands into the wide sleeves of her yukata, and stepped forward—anyway! She had to try pressing the white fungus and see if she could extract a method!

Bai Ying suddenly stopped arguing with Yukino Yukinoshita, looked over with shining eyes, and his face showed genuine joy. A natural smile appeared on his lips, as if he had finally picked up the image of a beautiful boy, making him look exceptionally handsome and dashing.

Hmph, they were definitely after me...

Yukino stopped in her tracks, a mixture of wariness and a knowing, slightly smug feeling washing over her. For some reason, she suddenly felt the white figure's gaze was unusually intense; her heart skipped a beat, a strange tension creeping in. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at her grey-blue yukata and her neatly tied hair, instinctively searching for anything uneven or off.

The white figure shook off Yukinoshita and strode over.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt her thoughts involuntarily telling Tetsuya to start moving, that he was coming over, and she needed to quickly think of what to say!

Why isn't Baijun writing articles instead of acting like a pervert at the women's bathhouse? → Baijun is multiplying and spreading again. → Baijun, rein in your crazy behavior. → Baijun, good evening.

Hmm? Why does it feel like the offensive power of word formation is constantly decreasing? No, we're already here, so let's just say what we have to say!

Yukino Yukinoshita forced herself to remain calm, her cherry-red lips unconsciously pursing slightly before she softly uttered, "Good evening..."

A white figure sped past and blocked the path of Yumiko Miura, who was walking out looking sullen.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood frozen in place, and then she heard voices behind her.

"Miura-kun! I'd like to interview you—"

"Get up! Get up here!"

Clearly, Miura was exceptionally irritable.

Uh... huh? You weren't looking for me?

My body is stiffening, my mind is stiffening, and it seems my brain is stiffening too—could this be the gaze of Medusa from mythology? A gaze that can petrify anything it looks at…

"Puff-"

Yukino covered her mouth and made a sound that was just right so that her younger sister could hear it.

Click——!

"Have I really broken down?" Yukino Yukinoshita turned around somewhat dazedly. "Calm down, calm down! Hachiman's friend... hasn't he also encountered this kind of mistaken feeling that he's being greeted? Hachiman's friend is still alive, isn't he? So this isn't a serious problem at all, just some small misunderstandings that are inevitable in life."

Yes, it was just a small misunderstanding.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

Miura Yumiko waved her hand irritably, getting angry at the sight of the white figure and preparing to walk past without paying any attention to it.

Do you want to know information about Hayato Hayama?

I have a feeling this is the devil's whisper...

Yumiko Miura turned away gracefully, but I'm happy to do so!

"Fuck away!"

The white figure moved closer considerately, avoiding making too much noise that might scare away the restless inspiration: "You admire Hayama Hayato, which means you must have put in a lot of effort in your studies and life. What are your feelings about this?"

Yumiko Miura paused, then pouted and said, "Of course it's a piece of cake..."

"Great, very enthusiastic and energetic. As expected of young people, their initiative is extraordinary, far surpassing that of the gradually cooling-down corporate slaves."

"I mean……"

Have you considered whether your actions are feasible and whether you can achieve your goal?

"This time..."