Uneasy daily life

Has the hater run away?

Sakurajima Mai's expression became subtle. Could that guy be preparing an escape plan and deliberately provoking her before leaving? Thinking about it that way, it completely fits the behavior logic of the anti-fan, but there are some parts that don't seem right.

If this 'feat' is accomplished, the hater will likely be celebrating daily victories in the group chat. Currently, the group is...

Mai Sakurajima took out her phone and checked it. The group chat was discussing topics completely unrelated to the group name, and it was functioning normally.

Did the hater run away with the bucket? It's not so bad if he did, at least he was able to focus on making this final film well. As for what happened after that... a wave of guilt and helplessness washed over her. Mai Sakurajima pursed her lips, took a deep breath to suppress her emotions, and calmly picked up the script to continue working.

"Whoosh—! Two legs! White and white! Chase after them! Come quick~ Hahahaha!"

Bai Ying's voice came from outside the film set, growing louder as it approached.

Mai Sakurajima stood up from her chair and strode towards the direction from which the sound came. She had already rolled the script into a paper tube in her hand, ready to attack.

As expected, she soon spotted the white figure running joyfully towards the film set from outside. Her eyes instantly turned cold, a smirk playing on her lips. Holding a stern rod, she was about to deliver a scathing rebuke and add, "Drag him away and behead him," when the pursuers behind the white figure came into view.

Her brilliant blonde hair was styled in a high ponytail, revealing hot pants that extended below her thighs, a simple short-sleeved shirt, and eyes that bore a striking resemblance to her own. Her face, filled with rage and embarrassment, was brimming with intense killing intent towards those fleeing ahead, and her legs strode with the ferocity of a running athlete.

Toyohama...and flowers?!

The moment Mai Sakurajima froze, a white figure darted past her, robbing her of the chance to react and try to intercept—So you weren't fleeing to escape punishment, but somehow managed to bring Toyohama and Hana here?!

Based on the fact that light travels in a straight line, Toyohama and Hana, who were chasing the white shadow, naturally saw Sakurajima Mai as well. They slammed on the brakes and stood still. The murderous desire that was rising in their brains was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and the rising white mist instantly filled their entire brains.

姐姐？！

Feng Bin and Hana stood frozen, momentarily speechless, unsure even how to address each other—calling her by her full name was too impolite, utterly disrespectful, pass! They really wanted to call her "older sister," but what if she didn't even recognize them? Their first meeting was in childhood, and she'd never replied to their letters. Plus, they'd dyed their hair; what if she asked, "Who are you…?" They'd be devastated! They felt like they'd instantly turn to ashes! pass! Call her "Miss Mai"? What about being overly familiar and calling her by her first name upon first meeting? What if she disliked them? Still, they'd be devastated! pass!

There's only one answer—Sakurajima-san!

Polite! Appropriate! Know your limits!

"cherry……"

"Wahana." Mai Sakurajima raised a hand to rub her temples, feeling as if something had gotten into her head and was throbbing and trying to get out. "It seems I underestimated someone's determination and ability to cause me trouble. Although I have a general idea, why is Wahana here?"

My sister calls me Hehua! She knows me! She remembers me!

Fengbin and Hua were overjoyed, then pondered how to answer the question... To catch her cheating? To come and help because she thought her sister had been deceived? But it seemed that they were the ones who had been deceived. Their sister, Sheng, had nothing to do with that bastard. They were the ones who had been deceived.

In that case, the original reason no longer exists.

So why did I come here?

"Ah, well, why..." Toyohama Kazuka managed to say, "I'm also looking for a reason to do this."

Mai Sakurajima crossed her arms and said helplessly, "You were tricked by that guy, weren't you?"

"It's not exactly a lie, it's just that I really wanted to see Miss Mai."

Toyohama and Hana glossed over the process, which made me feel even better...

My sister really remembers me! It's okay to address me a little more intimately, right? It definitely won't be a problem, right? Hehe!

"..." Sakurajima Mai looked up and noticed Yukinoshita Haruno walking into the school. She was a little surprised by the guitar Yukinoshita was carrying and her outfit, feeling that something was different from before. But these things weren't the point. She looked at Toyohama Kazuka with a headache and asked, "Let me ask you something first—Kazuka, did you come with your family?"

If either of Hua's father or mother were to appear here, it would be a living hell!

"No, not at all." Feng Bin and Hua Xin leaned closer, their hearts leaping with joy, and poured out their grievances, "I had a fight with my mother, and a few other things came up, so I decided to come and see Miss Mai on a whim..."

Sakurajima Mai's eyebrows twitched: "You, all by yourself, took the train from Tokyo to Kamiyama City, and then to this place called Jinde?"

“Yeah, right,” Toyohama Kazuka laughed. “Pretty impressive, isn’t it?”

Mai Sakurajima took a deep breath, her voice becoming low and serious, and looked directly at him, saying, "If we hurry now, you should be able to reach Tokyo by evening. I'll take you to Kamiyama City tram station."

Feng Bin and Hua suddenly felt like the event they had attended many times today was happening again—their mood underwent a complete 180-degree turn!

"I'm not going back!"

Feng Bin and Hua let out a low growl.

"Don't be silly," Mai Sakurajima explained calmly. "My mother is on set; it's not appropriate for you to meet with her."

"What does that have to do with me? That's your mother, not mine!"

Feng Bin and Hua said irritably, "We finally made it to the battle formation, I don't want to go back!"

Why go back? I had another big fight with my mom, and I wanted to hear her say how great I am? I finally mustered up the courage (in a moment of impulse) to run away from home, and before I even had a sip of water, I was chased back... Am I someone even a dog would despise?!

Sakurajima Mai earnestly advised, "Don't act like a child... Kazuha, you should know about our two families. Anyway, I'm glad you came to see me, but..."

Kazuka Toyohama retorted angrily, "Ms. Sakurajima! I didn't come to see you! Don't flatter yourself!"

"Huh?" Mai Sakurajima frowned, her tone turning cold. "Then what are you doing here? On vacation?"

Toyohama and Hana huffed and crossed their arms, turning their heads away and replying stiffly, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with Ms. Sakurajima!"

"Alright, please make yourself at home."

Mai Sakurajima immediately turned around and returned to the film set.

Feng Bin and Hua stood frozen in place, their anger losing its target and instead swaying and falling... Was I too much?

Mai Sakurajima had already taken three steps.

goo~

Feng Bin and Hana clutched their stomachs, only then realizing they hadn't eaten lunch... Ugh! What's going on today?! Is it some kind of unlucky day?!

Mai Sakurajima had already moved out of sight.

...Arguing is a normal thing, isn't it? Think back carefully, I don't think I said anything too hurtful, right?

I don't think I'm disliked...

A cold tone, a distant gaze, a distance between you... You must be disliked, right?

Fengbin and Hua were transformed into pale stone statues.

"She's just like Yukino-chan—she both hates and likes them, so she always has a hard time staying calm, yet she doesn't want to be hated."

"!"

Toyohama Kazuka was startled, looked at Yukinoshita Haruno beside her, and stomped her foot angrily, saying, "Mind your own business!"

She turned around angrily, about to take a step, when Yukinoshita Haruno pressed down on her shoulder.

"I really don't have much confidence in how to counsel others. To avoid things like you running around and getting lost in a fit of anger, let's use some direct methods."

Yukino Yukinoshita said with a smile.

Feng Bin and Hua pulled hard on their bodies, and while they could move the rest of their bodies, their shoulders remained motionless, as if stuck in a wall.

"..."

Chapter Seventeen: You want to invite Bai Ying three times?

"Doctor! I've used so much effort, but I've finally cured you!"

The patient was overjoyed, his face beaming with relief.

"Hmm..." The doctor rubbed his forehead, looking at the scalpel with some suspicion, and tentatively asked, "Is it possible that you are actually the doctor?"

"Huh? Impossible, absolutely impossible," the patient replied firmly. "I'm sick, so I must be a patient, how could I be a doctor?"

"Does this mean doctors can't get sick?"

"How could a doctor get sick?" the patient gestured. "Doctor, look at you—aren't you perfectly healthy?"

"Didn't you just say you cured me?" The doctor gripped the scalpel, feeling a surge of confidence, and questioned, "If I didn't have the disease, why did you say you cured me?"

The patient asked in surprise, "Doctor, you're perfectly healthy. Moving your arms and legs, shaking your body and smacking your lips—isn't that full of life? You're definitely not sick!"

The doctor retorted angrily, "But I was sick just now!"

"Can a disease that has been cured still be called a disease?"

"?" The doctor's eyes widened. "What else would you call that if not an illness?"

The patient said earnestly, "That's called a strategic adjustment of the body."

The doctor, utterly bewildered, exclaimed, "So this is what it means to be cured?"

"Of course it's all adjusted! Look how healthy you are!"

"What if I don't cure him?" the doctor asked in astonishment. "A failed strategic adjustment?"

The patient tapped his palm: "Everything is normal!"

The doctor leaned back: "Is it normal for me to be dead?"

The patient suggested, "You have the right to protest."

"That would require me to be able to protest," the doctor said with a headache. "Anyway, I don't know if I'm sick or not, but you certainly look quite sick."

The patient proudly said, "Of course, otherwise why would I be here to see a doctor?"

"Alright." The doctor pondered for a moment, observed the patient, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The patient replied, "I feel like I'm sick."

"Wait a minute." The doctor took out his phone and muttered as he typed, "I feel like I'm sick..."

The patient asked expectantly, "How is it? Doctor, how should I treat this illness?"

"Hmm—I've got it!" the doctor exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "What you have is paranoia!"

The patient pressed, "So how should this disease be treated? Do I need a heart transplant?"

The doctor read aloud: "Drink more hot water, get enough rest, go for a walk to relax, ease your mind and emotions, adjust your mindset. You can temporarily escape from work, appreciate the beauty and happiness in life, and try to avoid dwelling on dark and negative things..."

"This is too difficult!" the patient exclaimed in frustration. "Doctor, can you give me an easier way?"

The doctor exclaimed in astonishment, "Isn't this simple? Anyone with hands can do it!"

The patient retorted angrily, "Of course it's simple if you're not sick! Give me a better and faster method!"

"Alright! Then I'll give you some quick and easy strategic adjustments!" The doctor reached into his pocket, slammed the air vial on the table, and exclaimed, "This stuff! Guaranteed to work right away, it's good, fast, convenient, and simple!"

Overjoyed, the patient picked up the air medication and exclaimed, "Wow, it's amazing! What kind of medicine is this?"

Potassium cyanide!

"Never heard of it before... Hmm, something you've never heard of must be good!"

The patient swallowed the air-filled medicine with a grunt and smiled contentedly, "Now my illness is cured... Hmm?"

His breathing became rapid and deep. The patient opened his mouth but could not make a sound. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he slumped onto the desk with a thud, never to move again.

The doctor adjusted his collar: "If I can't cure diseases, can't I cure people? I'm truly a master doctor."

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from outside: "Doctor, has the patient been cured? I think I heard arguing just now, is everything alright?"

The doctor exclaimed, "Everything is normal!"

The woman burst in, stared wide-eyed at the scene inside, and let out a scream.

"Help! The doctor has been attacked by a patient!"

The doctor was taken aback.

"Huh? Why am I the one who's sick?!"

……

"Hmm, good job, you're on your way."

Bai Ying looked up from the table and pointed out, "It might be difficult to quickly get out of character and into character—then don't get out of character at all, just go directly from one scene to another. Do you remember how you felt when you were performing just now?"

Muraki Naoko pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I remember everything."

"So, are you the patient or the doctor?"

Muraki recalled, "I must have been a mental patient. The doctor used a method that simulated mental illness to treat me, and then he died from the treatment."

"Very good, you already have your own understanding." Bai Ying smiled knowingly and nodded repeatedly. "So how much do you still remember?"

Muraki tried to recreate the feeling from before, then shook his head and said, "Uh... I've forgotten most of it."

"So is there a possibility?" Bai Ying pointed to Yukinoshita Haruno, who had abruptly entered the room, and said, "This person is actually also a mental patient."

Muraki Naoki froze, then hesitated and said, "Then...then I'm actually the doctor? I was just fooled by two mental patients?"

"It doesn't matter. Insights are always sharp, stories are always gentle. A story that can be interpreted means it has a strong vitality," Bai Yingzun admonished. "Does it matter if you are a doctor or a patient? It doesn't matter—because you are an actor."