Uneasy daily life

Hmm? Surprisingly, your mental fortitude is quite good; your emotions are stable and positive... Perhaps I wasn't being forceful enough in my criticism?

Bai Ying pulled up a chair and sat down, gesturing with her hand, "Tell me your understanding of this character."

"The main focus is on portraying two states: the perfect image presented in the male protagonist's mental world, and the real image that exists in the real world. There are many actions in the script that distinguish between the two. For example, the perfect image always smiles without showing his teeth, while the real image does not have this characteristic; the perfect image is closer to a static state, while the real image is often dynamic..."

Mai Sakurajima carefully explained her insights.

Why does this guy have that director-like fighting spirit?

It's okay! The more the enemy resists, the more excited the haters get!

“Superficial. It’s not a perfect image, but a false one. Eternity and perfection are static illusions. What you need to emphasize is not a sense of perfection, but a perfect false one.”

Bai Ying spoke eloquently: "For example, a certain celebrity may appear to be a beautiful young woman, but in reality, she smokes, drinks, and goes clubbing; a certain celebrity may be surrounded by fans and appear to have perfect character, but in reality, she may engage in childish behavior such as stepping on someone's feet; a certain celebrity may seem otherworldly, but in reality, she still needs to go to the toilet—this conflict between appearance and reality is what distinguishes the true from the false."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I wasn't referring to Ms. Sakurajima, please don't misunderstand."

Sakurajima Mai gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Shiro, why don't you demonstrate for me?"

"Of course, like this..."

The white figure's eyes narrowed, focusing on Sakurajima Mai's hands. Her tone held a touch of gentle tenderness that made one's hair stand on end, punctuated by a slight pant of excitement: "Such beautiful hands, so soft to look at. The nails are neatly trimmed and beautiful, so clean... So may I lick them? Sakurajima-san's hands."

Mai Sakurajima suddenly pulled her hands back, hugging the script to her chest, her emotions truly difficult to calm down.

The strange feeling that the other person was talking to, as if they were talking to their own hand, gave me goosebumps.

Bai Ying glanced at the phone that was exposed after the script was held in the other person's arms, and pointed and said, "This is the conflict between truth and falsehood. Bai Yinghua's aesthetics are not worth mentioning, but some of her words are still quite interesting - in the realm of performance, truth and falsehood are opposites, falsehood and falsehood are opposites, and truth and truth are still opposites."

"Ms. Sakurajima, the important thing isn't focusing on which side you portray well, but rather conveying the contrast between the two sides. However, with your acting skills..."

"Hey bro, someone's visiting you on set."

Okita walked over with a strange expression, followed by two girls. He glanced at the white figure with a rather subtle look.

Could it be that I underestimated you, brother? Is this guy actually a pond owner?

But that's okay, I can switch sides flexibly in order to get a better script.

Chapter 154 Under the Real and Fake Snow

"These are some of the production assistants. Mr. Guan Gu also handles some production duties, but his main role is screenwriter. My younger brother recently joined the crew, so Mr. Guan Gu has taken a break. I heard he's hit a creative block..."

"Chitanda's uncle, Jun Sekiya? I've heard of him."

"Would this student be interested in joining the film crew and experiencing acting?"

"I'm not interested in the entertainment industry, and I don't like acting."

"That's a real shame, you have an excellent foundation..."

"I know, so I'm not interested."

Okita Masakazu and Yukino Yukinoshita walked ahead, exchanging a few words every now and then about the film production process, shooting techniques, and on-set conditions, looking like enthusiastic directors opening doors to invite students to visit the film set.

The white figure followed lazily behind, asking curiously, "What's the hero doing here?"

"Has Bai Jun forgotten his school trip report?"

Without turning her head, Yukino Yukinoshita said, "A school trip isn't just a simple vacation; it also broadens one's horizons. If there's a chance to learn about the details of the film set, of course I should do a thorough on-site investigation. Even if I'm not interested in acting, it's always better to know more than to know nothing."

"School trip report... I've been having a bit of a headache writing lately." Bai Ying sighed, "Brave warrior, can I copy this?"

"Are you kidding me, Shiro-kun?" Yukino Yukinoshita scoffed, her back to the white figure. "Copying homework is outrageous enough, but you want to copy the school trip report too? Shiro-kun, do you want to experience being publicly criticized by the whole school?"

"What I mean is that you write two copies, and I'll copy one."

"You just asked me to write it for you, why did you have to copy it again?"

"Is the hero an idiot? Of course the handwriting has to be different."

"White fungi always refresh my understanding of human beings. Let's just classify white fungi as an independent species."

"Then why don't you share half of your Nobel Prize in Biology with me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita ignored Hakukage and continued to ask the director questions about the filming process.

The hero's behavior was somewhat strange...

The white figure slowed down, stepped back slightly, and stared at Angelina with bright eyes.

Angelina, who was discussing light makeup with Mai Sakurajima, was startled and returned his gaze with wide eyes.

This subordinate is a bit silly.

Bai Ying lowered his voice: "9527, what's this about the hero?"

The materials the investigation team prepared for their school trip report sounded somewhat plausible, yet also strangely inexplicable.

“Yukinoshita…” Angelina followed up in a low voice, as cautiously as if she were a spy making a rendezvous, “She seems very angry that the commander didn’t come to the picnic.”

"Nonsense, she's never been into group activities."

"Aside from the Service Club, the Aid Club, and the Classic Literature Club, Yukino really didn't interact with any other students..."

"Hmm? Could it be that her being absent makes her particularly concerned? She's acting like a child. I'll definitely make fun of her later for being a child who's afraid of being alone."

Sakurajima Mai looked at the two people whispering and plotting in front of her with a strange expression... Are you guys acting out some kind of spy drama?

"Ms. Sakurajima, please don't worry about it. Let's continue discussing acting."

Bai Ying said with a smile, "Does Miss Sakurajima know what's wrong with her acting skills?"

Mai Sakurajima pondered, "Your signature emotions and character portrayals are rather one-dimensional?"

“Ms. Sakurajima is really confident.” The white figure shook her head and said, “It’s clearly all problems.”

Mai Sakurajima: "Mr. Shiro, please speak frankly."

The white figure immediately launched into a long, eloquent speech: "Insufficient emotion, one-dimensional image, overly restrained expression, lack of initiative, two eyes, only one face, it's a person..."

"Mr. Bai, are you perhaps making fun of me?" Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but interrupt. "I can accept the first part, but what about the eyes and face in the second part... is that even a person?"

The white figure simply walked backwards, blinking his right eye a few times, his eyelid drooping slightly. He adjusted the light and angle of his body, making his pupil appear dull and lifeless, while his left eye shone brightly, as if he were blind in one eye. He raised his hand to wipe his face, his enthusiastic smile instantly transforming into an uncontrollable grin, before clearing his throat.

"Woof woof woof woof—!"

Many staff members on set turned their attention to this dog. Where did it come from?

Yukino, who was walking ahead, instinctively shuddered.

Bai Ying asked considerately, "Miss Sakurajima, do you have any further questions?"

“No, no more…”

Mai Sakurajima struggled to control her contorted expression—why did she always feel like her supposedly impeccable composure was constantly slipping away in front of the haters?!

“Miss Sakurajima, there’s always another mountain higher than this one. You can travel all over the world and still be young. Don’t worry about having no friends on the road ahead. There will always be someone who dies before you…” Bai Ying said, shaking his head. “If you wear colored glasses, the world will seem particularly monotonous to you.”

Sakurajima Mai forced a smile: "I really have learned a lot, Mr. Shiro."

"Ruzi can be taught."

The white-clad figure, hands behind his back, exuded an air of superiority, his stride noticeably wider. He glanced at the back of Yukino Yukinoshita's head, pondered briefly, and then barked, "Woof!"

Yukino Yukinoshita, standing in front of her, trembled slightly, her voice heavy: "Shiro-kun!"

Bai Ying said fairly, "You can meow at me."

“Brother, that lifelike voice is something most people couldn’t imitate,” Okita suddenly interjected. “Excuse me, this is the props storage area for the film crew. Would you like to take a look?”

The group looked around and saw that the film set was not far away. In front of them stood a small wooden house with a simple and beautiful aesthetic, and a pleasing light green color.

Bai Ying glanced at the exquisite little wooden house and wondered, "Could this be the director's secret haven?"

"Some things are better left unsaid, just keep them to yourself."

Okita stepped forward, turned the doorknob, opened the metal door, and said to the side, "Guests who are visiting, please come in and rest for a while."

Yukino Yukinoshita stepped inside, and after seemingly looking around, remarked, "There's even a bookshelf..."

Okita said smugly, "This is my secret base."

"Oh? The director is so childlike, carrying a secret base with him..." Bai Ying curiously approached, and just as she reached the door, she glanced inside.

There was a bookshelf, but it wasn't filled with books; instead, it was filled with stacks of white paper in various formats, and next to it was a box of ballpoint pens.

A hard-looking wooden bed, an enclosed interior space without windows.

A desk, a few wooden stools, a computer connected to a power source, and a water dispenser.

"Holy crap! This is a trap..."

"Come in you!"

Okita Masashi blocked Sakurajima Mai and Angelina's path. He grinned and shoved the white figure into the house, then closed the door.

Angelina: "?!"

Mai Sakurajima: "?!"

Bang bang bang!

The white figure knocked on the door from inside: "The doorknob here is fake?!"

Okita laughed loudly: "If you can get out from inside, then is it still called a dark room?"

"Your room has no windows, aren't you afraid people will suffocate?"

"Give up! Ever since I broke out of the window to escape, I've known that you can't leave yourself any way out! This is the final version of my dark room that I've modified several times and will never modify again! Ventilation is not a problem! There's plenty of lighting, good soundproofing, and everything you need, including paper, pens, and a computer. There's also a huge amount of snacks in the cabinet! You have to keep up the good work, bro!"

"Why isn't your little dark room dark?"

"Because I'm even scared of myself for putting it on dark!"

"Damn it! I actually fell for your trap, you creator of Demonic Cultivation!"

"Keep it up, bro! Find enlightenment in this temporarily isolated little dark room and write an even better script!"

At this point, we must mention a certain accomplice or even the principal offender...

The white-clad figure turned around and said earnestly, "Hero, why have we come to this? You're willing to use yourself as bait to lock me in this dark room."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and said, "Haku-kun, how many times have you tricked me? This is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It seems that as long as you don't make eye contact with Haku-kun and speak face to face, it's hard for Haku-kun to see through other people's thoughts and ideas."

"To actually resort to any means necessary, colluding with a demon-possessed director to set a trap, the hero has indeed improved a little, but not much," the white figure suddenly said. "Didn't you lock yourself in too? Is this your brilliant plan?"

"If I hadn't taken the lead, Bai Jun wouldn't have been able to just casually approach the door."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained calm. She walked to the bookshelf, took out a piece of paper, retrieved a pen from the box, sat down at the desk, and said indifferently, "As for being locked up, that's utter nonsense. I was planning to find some time to write my school trip report anyway. This place is perfect for thinking."

Confidence, composure, the joy of achieving the plan, and finally getting 'revenge' and venting one's anger.

"Wang!"

Yukino Yukinoshita's hand trembled, and the tip of her pen drew an abrupt diagonal line on the white paper. She glanced sideways at the white figure leaning against the door: "Does Shiro-kun think that's enough to scare me?"

The white figure revealed a meaningful smile, and Yukino Yukinoshita instinctively covered her chest with her hands and leaned back.

"Mr. Okita."

Bai Ying spoke in a clear yet slightly hoarse voice, calling out to the door, "I have successfully persuaded Bai Jun to work hard to revise the script better. Please open the door first, I have some urgent business to attend to."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "?!"

"Hmm? So fast? Yukinoshita-kun has really been a great help. You really do have a creative spirit, little brother. It's good that you've come back from the wrong path." As Okita was replying, the sound of a key being inserted came from the door lock.

"Wait!" Yukino Yukinoshita immediately called out, "Don't open the door. That was Shiraki-kun imitating my voice. He can do that."

Okita exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, you actually have this kind of ability? I thought that switching between several different age voices in a stage performance was the limit."

"Of course Bai Jun has that ability! He'll use my voice right now to tell Mr. Okita not to open the door!"

Okita Tadashi: "Ah, this..."

"Shiro, do you think you can escape like this? I don't usually speak in such a harsh tone. Mr. Okita can ask Anshinin for confirmation."

"Bai Jun's rebuttal is full of loopholes. Even mechanical voices have different volumes, so why can't I use a strong tone? I thought you were admitting defeat and listening to advice, but I didn't expect you to be feigning surrender and plotting a sneak attack. You want to ask Anxinyuan for confirmation? Everyone knows that Anxinyuan listens to you."

"Then explain why you were so harsh just now?"

"You, you... because I wanted to pick flowers! Baijun, don't cause trouble at this time!"

"You're the one causing trouble! Spreading rumors! Admit defeat and stay inside!"