Uneasy daily life

I don't need anyone's approval or approval; it's all based on my own sincerity and what's right.

Yukino Yukinoshita was in a sorry state, having waded through the river and sat on the muddy bank. Forget about being a cool and beautiful girl; she was more like a female water ghost.

But it is also dazzling.

Human beings cannot become the truth, which is why they possess a unique and beautiful existence.

I'm glad I made a mistake again.

The white figure clapped his hands, enthusiastically approached, and extended his dark, mud-covered hands: "Good, good, good! Only a hero like this can be considered my opponent!"

Yukino Shinobu involuntarily stepped back, her previous seriousness instantly crumbling: "Wait, you... don't..."

Press your hands down on the other person's shoulders, leaving two claw marks, and then rub them back and forth.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shiroki shook Yukino Yukinoshita like a rattle-drum, praising enthusiastically, "Excellent! Very cool! Very awesome!"

"Let go of me—!"

Yukino Yukinoshita let out a low growl of shame and indignation, raising her hand in an attempt to retaliate.

The white figure leaped backward, gave a thumbs-up, and in the blink of an eye ran towards the town not far away.

"So, you cool hero, bravely accept the consequences of jumping into the river!"

Yukino Yukinoshita's cheek twitched as she looked at the large patches of mud that had been rubbed off her shoulders, leaving only one wooden clog.

"White—bacteria—!!"

Chapter 138 A Horror Movie in the Men's Dormitory Late at Night

Yukino Yukinoshita regretted it.

Having lost one of my wooden clogs, I had to carry the remaining one and walk barefoot. Fortunately, the hotel wasn't far away, and there was a fairly flat road nearby.

The yukata, still damp with dirty river water and possibly some sand, felt awkward and uncomfortable against my skin. Although there wasn't much factory wastewater pollution, the river wasn't exactly clean either. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt like my whole body might be emitting a subtle odor.

Not to mention the mud from the riverbank that someone added fuel to the fire! And they specifically chose the darkest parts to smear on!

Although I don't care, I feel like there will be strange rumors going around if I go back to the hotel looking like this... Oh well, I don't care about other people's rumors, I stopped caring a long time ago.

As long as it doesn't...

Outside the hotel, Yukino Yukinoshita and Yukino Yukinoshita silently gaze at each other.

"Um, is 'water-drenched makeup' a new trend?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said cryptically, "That jerk came back looking like a drowned rat. Did Yukino-chan jump into the river with him in a fit of anger?"

"To be precise, that guy took me with him when we jumped into the river," Yukino Yukinoshita asked. "Did he say anything when he came back?"

"Hahahaha—inspiration has struck! Ee! I'm about to ascend!"

Yukino Yukinoshita simulated it for a moment, then said, "I originally wanted to stop him and ask about your condition, but the way he pushed me with his hands covered in mud was a bit scary... Hmm, Yukino-chan looks like she's already been hit."

With several muddy handprints on her shoulders and a splatter of mud on the corner of her clothes, Yukino Yukinoshita, who possesses a simple, natural, and artistic beauty, declined to comment: "I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first."

"Hey~ Looks like I'm still not bold enough. I should have just dragged that rascal into the river last night. I feel like that would have been really fun."

"Sister, don't do anything rash. If something goes wrong, there won't be a chance to regret it..."

"Huh? Yukino-chan! You didn't just jump into the river because that jerk suddenly jumped in, and you jumped in after him in a moment of madness, did you?"

"!" Could it be that my sister has also been infected and possessed by the white fungus?!

"Pfft, hahaha! Yukino-chan has such a reckless side? Unbelievable! Come on, let's take a bath together and share the story of Yukino jumping into the river."

"Sister—Achoo?!"

"Hmm? Could it be that he's caught a cold?"

"How could that be? It's summer. I guess Bai Jun is talking badly about me behind my back."

……

……

Ugh! You idiot, Brave Warrior! From now on, I'll call you Snow Idiot!

When I jump into the river, is that really jumping into the river? That's called gathering material! That's called understanding nature! That's called acting on impulse! Those who consider themselves calm, correct, and rational brave people who jump into the river are just pure fools!

They made an unexpected move, which deserves praise, but also criticism.

I had assumed the hero would only find the courage to confront his psychological trauma after watching the scheduled theatrical performance, but he suddenly did it. Perhaps it was because he unilaterally believed he had helped, and when his request was rejected, his emotions crossed a threshold, leading him to jump into the river in a fit of rage. He probably gained something from that extraordinary experience.

That doesn't stop him from being a simpleton.

Ah, speaking of the hands of a hero, even when soaked in river water and stained with mud, they still shine brightly... Just now was clearly a good opportunity, in the countryside, at night, right next to a river, with no patrolling police or passersby...

Oh oh oh oh oh oh! The director who has stepped into the demonic path! The dark room! Creation! Burn, my desires, and transform into my creations!

Did you touch it? Those slender, exceptionally smooth hands, immersed in the river water, felt like grasping soft happiness. Smooth, white skin, full, warm flesh, delicate, refined bones—it was a miracle, not just a hand, but the future, hope, the gateway to heaven, the ultimate answer that belonged only to you… Did you feel it? In that instant, you…

Damn it! 990,000 horsepower of inspiration-driven power!

Tonight! I'm going to break through the death line and reach the summit! What's so great about a hero's hands? Who hasn't used their hands to wipe their butt with toilet paper? Who hasn't picked their nose? Who hasn't scratched their armpit?!

The frantic clatter of keyboard clicks echoed, making one wonder if the creator had lost their mind and was typing invalid content in a face-rolling manner.

"Coo coo coo...quack quack quack, ee-oo-oo-ha! Ooh—hee-hee-hee, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!"

Under a slightly dim light, in one corner of the room, a square screen emitted a bright light, illuminating the front of the body covered in water and mud. The other side of the body was hidden in the dim light, and the hands, covered in mud, were flying around like lightning, striking out a chaotic accompaniment.

A ritual of worshipping an evil god? The whispers of the evil god himself? A 'human' crawling out of the deep sea?

The room was unusually quiet. The four people, who were originally doing their own things, were unable to concentrate and were restless.

Hachiman Hikigaya used the paperback to block his view, adhering to the idealistic theory that "if I can't see it, it doesn't exist," but he still couldn't help but hear the clattering and whining sounds, while his mind kept replaying the image of the captain when he returned.

At that time, the atmosphere in the dormitory was quiet, subtle, and silent.

……

Hachiman Hikigaya was reading a paperback to ease the humiliation he'd been subjected to today's ministerial-style bombardment—tsk, sometimes I really wonder if the minister is some other thing disguised as a human. Is it that his observational skills, reasoning abilities, and sociology are too strong, or does he possess some kind of mind-reading superpower?

I've occasionally wondered if the Minister came out of a manga, but Yoshikage Kira is just a perverted bomb man. The Minister, while a pervert, is closer to a pervert in the sense of social relationships.

Hachiman Hikigaya muttered to himself, "You're really lucky."

“Ah…” Oreki Houtarou was also looking at the paperback, and said lazily, “After all, I don’t twist and turn like you, which makes me more interesting.”

Frustrated, he had specifically tried to get Oreki to help share some of the firepower, but it was all for naught. The captain hadn't even given Oreki a second thought, even though Oreki was... well, he wasn't exactly lonely, just a passively jumping around salty fish.

Hachiman Hikigaya sighed, "I suddenly want to learn your energy-saving techniques."

Houtarou Oreki glanced at him and continued flipping through the book: "You... are probably a busybody, you'll never learn that."

"Do you think you're the minister?" Hachiman Hikigaya rolled his eyes. "Why would someone like me, a loner... I mean, someone who hates socializing, meddle in other people's business?"

“Disliking social interaction and being a busybody are not mutually exclusive,” Houtarou Oreki said casually. “Take the last show, Jinde Monogatari, for example. You reluctantly but still cooperated with Hakukage’s plans and actions—if you really disliked it, you should have pretended to be sick and skipped class that day.”

Hachiman Hikigaya scoffed, "Then there will only be a more gruesome death. This is a prediction based on my excellent risk management skills..."

Houtarou Oreki said calmly, "Your risk management doesn't include yourself, does it?"

Hachiman Hikigaya stared warily at Houtarou Oreki, suspecting that Oreki was the captain in disguise!

“This is just simple reasoning. After all, thanks to you, I was right next to the execution ground at the time, so it’s normal that I heard some things.” Oreki Houtarou glanced at the other side of the execution ground, his voice muffled. “Besides, you’ve been paying too much attention to the situation over there.”

"I just feel that awkwardness is my privilege..."

"Proud?"

"climb."

The situation on the other side was indeed very awkward—Hayama Hayato and Tobe Sho were back to back. Tobe Sho, who was usually enthusiastic about cheering and making the atmosphere lively, was unusually silent tonight, pressing his phone. Hayama Hayato was leaning against the pillow, also frowning and deep in thought, looking unlike his usual self.

This is a normal situation after encountering a minister.

Hachiman Hikigaya felt quite uncomfortable. Although he had no liking for popular groups and was particularly averse to their atmosphere where everyone took it for granted as friends, this stagnant and awkward state was particularly glaring. Tsk, what is easy to destroy is easy to gain. Hayato Hayama didn't know what he was doing. He could have just laughed it off as usual and brushed it off.

Since we're not going to take our relationship too seriously anyway, why bother?

boom!

The room door was suddenly pushed open, and the four of them instinctively looked in the same direction. Some leaned back, while others shrank their legs, their hearts pounding and alarm bells ringing!

His upper body was hunched over, parallel to the ground, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, resembling the madman Yagami.

Plop, plop. Noticing the water dripping from their hair onto the ground, the group realized that the other person had many damp marks on their body, and their hands were covered with some black dirt.

A minister accidentally fell into a river and drowned, then transformed into a vengeful ghost seeking revenge?!

Hachiman Hikigaya gasped, about to ask a question...

"Goo-hee-hee—!"

The vengeful ghost mumbled incoherently before suddenly rushing forward and storming into the room. As if no one else was there, it picked up the small table and the laptop on it, moved the items to a corner, leaving only damp footprints and a few drops of water on the floor.

The four of them exchanged bewildered glances. Even the troubled Ministry of Revenue and the deep-thinking Hayato Hayama couldn't hold back any longer—what, what's going on here?!

Houtarou Oreki raised his elbow and nudged Hachiman Hikigaya, giving him a knowing look: Go ahead and use your insignificant life to assess the risk level of the white shadow.

Hachiman Hikigaya resolutely returned the look: Do you think I'm an idiot?! I don't care if the whole world hates me in terms of interpersonal relationships, but facing the captain directly is a soul-crushing experience!

The Ministry of Revenue approached Hayama Hayato with some trepidation, then hesitated and pulled away slightly before moving closer again, his movements shifting restlessly between near and far.

Hayato Hayama was completely baffled by the situation. What was Shiro doing? Had she accidentally fallen into the river? Shouldn't she be taking a hot bath and changing her clothes? Anyway, he decided to try and remind her...

"Coo coo coo...quack quack quack, ee-oo-oo-ha! Ooh—hee-hee-hee, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!"

Fragmented, illogical, chaotic murmurs, accompanied by a torrential downpour of keyboard pounding.

The horror movie atmosphere in the room intensified; it seemed like being eaten alive would be perfectly normal at any moment.

"It's getting late, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep..."

The Ministry of Revenue turned off the lights in a somewhat haphazard manner.

The sole light source highlighted the man's fanatical, distorted face.

Damn! The atmosphere in the room is even more terrifying now!

Chapter 139 The Anti-fan Problem

Great power often comes with risks, and forcibly breaking through a realm will always bring some side effects.

Yukino Yukinoshita caught a cold.

She lay under the thin blanket, her head buzzing. Her body felt heavy, as if a boulder was pressing on her head. Her nose felt completely blocked, yet she could barely breathe—this wasn't right. I'm perfectly healthy, I have no bad habits, I should have a strong physique…

"Xiaoxue, take your medicine and get some rest... Um, how about I stay and take care of you?"

"No need, the problem isn't serious."

"Hmm, it's not very hot, it's probably just a minor cold. A little rest should do the trick, but why did you catch a cold..."

Chitanda Eru exclaimed in surprise, "Did you catch a cold from soaking in the hot spring last night? Yukinoshita, I'm so sorry to have made you sick! Please allow me..."

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with hot springs... um."

Yukino Yukinoshita reached for a tissue from the side and covered her nose: "Achoo—! Ha..."

"Let's go! Let Xiaoxue rest well—Xiaoxue, if the problem gets serious, call me immediately!"

Yui Yuigahama quickly pulled away Chitanda Eru, who was feeling extremely guilty and about to kneel down to apologize, and who had changed into an apron to provide professional care.

Bai Jun probably doesn't have a cold, after all, he's an idiot.

Let's postpone things like having a frank talk with my mother and going to that stage venue for a while.

Yukino closed her eyes to rest. Although her mind and body felt heavy, she felt relaxed and clear-headed.

Will Bai Jun come to visit me if he knows I'm sick?

...What are you thinking about?

……

……

"The hero caught a cold? Hahahaha—! I must rush to the scene immediately to give him a thorough check-up!"