Uneasy daily life

Thinking about it this way, Bai Jun's creative philosophy is not entirely wrong...

"There's nothing we can do about it," Bai Ying said. "The power of a Sword Saint is unattainable, which determines its limits. When you make a wrong judgment, the more you persist, the more desperate you become. This is the price of a one-sided understanding of the world..."

"...Isn't the one you're talking about the Duke's daughter, Sena?"

Snowflakes whisper softly beneath the snow.

Bai Ying continued naturally, "Anna is different. She found a way to dedicate herself to the country by becoming a spy, but she ignored the emotional factors between people. The more real the deception, the more emotion is required. Even false relationships can give rise to genuine feelings. Even when faced with a difficult decision, sorrow is still unavoidable..."

Yukino Yukinoshita interrupted, "You're talking about the commoner girl, Ciri. Don't you even remember the character you created?"

"There's no way around it, people can't live in the past."

The white figure turned away, and said sadly, "Under the snow, they are already dead."

The story I stayed up late to watch last night, and the emotions I felt for the characters' experiences, were somewhat distorted in a single sentence from the creator himself.

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled.

Yuigahama Yui sensed the murderous aura and her gaze darted away. Perhaps it would be best to slip away quickly, but I haven't eaten yet...

Yukino Yukinoshita asked kindly, "White Fungus who likes tragedy—is your Calvin cured? Did the manuscript get approved?"

"Humph."

The white figure turned around, pointed to her face, and said proudly, "Look! This is proof that I've had enough sleep and am in great spirits!"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked away: "That's a shame. No wonder you seemed a bit more normal today..."

"Do not."

Bai Ying shook her head and corrected, "What I meant was that it's already evening, we can lie down and go to sleep."

What do you mean?

While Yui Yuigahama was wondering what was going on, Yukino Yukinoshita had already opened the bento box and was about to eat lunch.

"Xiaoxue?"

"Death Warriors will not fall under the twilight, Bai Jun once said that."

"It seems like that's the case—wait, is this what nighttime means?!"

"Yes, Bai Jun is already dead."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the boy by the window.

The corpse was eating lunch.

Chapter Eighteen: I Will Go All Out

Before death, creators experience three progressively deeper levels of existence.

The first level – I can do it.

When there is still plenty of time before the deadline, one will constantly affirm, ponder, and deny, and continue to repeat the above three processes. Occasionally, laziness and the distress of being full of leisure will be interspersed. That is a rational, calm, wise and composed judge gently striking the gavel to sentence oneself to death.

The second level – I will do it.

When he realizes that only by going all out can he stop before the deadline, he becomes anxious and impatient, constantly questioning the judge, like a mad rabbit running wildly, crashing into trees one after another, occasionally letting out a painful howl. He is a deranged and distressed death row inmate who sees the guillotine that has severed countless heads slowly approaching him, the blood-stained blade in the groove rising.

The third level – I can't do it.

The deadline hadn't arrived yet, but it was already too late. After a brief period of panic, shock, and bewilderment, in that instant, I was Shakyamuni under the Bodhi tree, I was the hermit of Leshan who attained enlightenment in Longchang, I was the drunken poet Li Bai. My suffering suddenly became clear, and all my confusion vanished. As the saying goes, "The moment you give up, the world becomes vast."

"But don't you have to pay rent?"

Yukino asked Yukinoshita seemingly casually.

Bai Ying jumped up and down to stretch her body, trying not to notice the other person's hand holding the tennis racket, and said, "So I work on weekends, and I should be able to make ends meet this month."

"What about next month?"

"I'm coming to eat your rice next month!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I have any food that white fungus can eat."

Yukino Yukinoshita's aggressiveness today is probably two levels higher than usual.

It was the afternoon joint physical education class for the two AJ classes.

After the teacher instructed everyone to form teams for free practice, they went off to slack off, and the result of their free practice was...

The crowd dispersed like a tide.

Only when the tide goes out do you discover who's been swimming naked.

Two lonely guys looked at each other and formed a team.

"I thought you were lying when you said you had no friends."

A black sweatshirt with white stripes, a black plaid mini skirt, and black stockings that accentuate the shape of her legs.

Yukino Yukinoshita easily pulled off the all-black sportswear. She patted the tennis ball to test its bounce, then turned to look at the white figure opposite her, raising the corners of her mouth in a smile. "Could it be that your terrible desire to perform has caused others to distance themselves from you?"

Bai Ying recalled, "It was probably because when I introduced myself, I said 'I love you all,' and I was treated like a weirdo."

boom.

Yukino Yukinoshita was caught off guard when a tennis ball bounced off the ground and hit her chin. She looked at the white figure with a murderous glint in her eyes.

"I'm not kidding you," Bai Ying said proudly. "I'm the social butterfly who confessed to the whole class on the very first day of school!"

"Won't this kind of behavior just ruin your relationships?"

Yukino Yukinoshita agreed, saying that judging from her behavior, it wasn't impossible for her to do such a thing.

"No need for further words—serve! Even on the tennis court, I am an opponent you cannot surpass!"

The white figure pointed the tennis racket menacingly.

"The score is tied!"

Yukino Yukinoshita tossed the tennis ball, her seemingly slender legs propelling her into the air as she launched herself into a powerful smash!

boom!

The tennis ball flew through the net like lightning, and with a loud thud, it bounced off the ground from the service area beside the white figure, hitting the wire mesh behind him and embedding itself in the mesh.

"Soon things will be the same as now, with me surpassing you."

So-called perfection means being able to do everything.

Yukino Yukinoshita was filled with fighting spirit. Winning a tennis match was a win, and she was somewhat dissatisfied with the match she had won only because of Hachiman Hikigaya's betrayal, especially after reading the light novel where the white shadow was cut short.

Without discussing creative theories, in terms of story structure, grammar, and vocabulary alone, Bai Ying is sufficient as a teaching material.

To win, you must win in a way that convinces yourself!

Yukino Yukinoshita was not content with that level of victory!

"Very good eyesight—"

The white figure abruptly stopped smiling, tossed the tennis ball into the air, and shouted in a rough voice, "Yukinoshita! I will attack with all my might!"

Killer Queen!

Yukino Yukinoshita was momentarily dazed when the sudden sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground brought her back to her senses. Turning her head, she saw that the tennis ball was also embedded in the wire mesh.

She turned back to look at the white figure as if trying to confirm something.

"Still a long way to go."

The white figure put one hand on his hip, tapped his shoulder with a tennis racket, and uttered strange lines that were infuriating.

What I just saw, something that looked like an exoskeleton... was it just my imagination?

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath. "She plays tennis quite well, huh? That's the kind of opponent that makes the fight meaningful."

It's much simpler than fighting isolation, something that's both visible and invisible.

boom--!

Yukino Yukinoshita jumps and smashes her serve. The moment the ball crosses the net, a white figure is already waiting there, swinging her racket horizontally to intercept!

"Outspin serve!"

What kind of serve?

This isn't your serve!

Yukino Yukinoshita sprinted immediately after landing, and with a close call, she struck the ball back into the opponent's court as it bounced off the ground.

"Swallow Returns to Nest!" "Brown Bear Caught in the Net!" "Beluga Whale Strikes Back!" "Elbow—oops! Tezuka's Domain!"

What's this guy getting so excited about?

Running a short distance isn't running, it's called taking small, quick steps on one leg; spiking a ball isn't called a spike, it's called a whirlwind spike; hitting a curveball isn't called a smash, it's called a tornado viper shot... Are you performing an animated film?!

Yukino Yukinoshita's breathing became a little rapid. Suppressing the turbulent emotions in her heart, she calmly observed and swung her racket to return the attack—in terms of technique, she was superior.

That idiot on the other side probably only knows the rules of tennis. He's no match for me in terms of ball control, swing angle and prediction, or rhythm of power generation.

The seemingly relentless and fierce attacks were merely a temporary advantage the opponent had based on their physical strength. As long as I firmly maintain my superior position and use minimal movements to inflict maximum stimulation and exhaustion on him, victory will be my for the taking.

However, it seems like I haven't exercised for too long, and my legs are getting weak quite quickly.

Hold back!

The tennis ball flew back and forth at high speed across the court, attracting the attention of some students who were also having a physical education class. The two players, engrossed in their battle, had no time to look at anything else and were all focused on their opponents and the ball.

Yukino Yukinoshita's hand went limp. She caught the ball with her racket, but couldn't generate enough power to hit it back smoothly.

Oops!

The tennis ball bounced high into the air, and as it cleared the net, the white figure leaped into the air and smashed it with all her might towards the furthest point on the court from Yukino Yukinoshita!

"Behold my black hole!!"

boom!

The tennis ball fell like a meteor to one corner of the court, and Yukino Yukinoshita immediately rushed to the other side when she made a mistake.

Faster! Faster—whoosh! I'm in time…

what?

boom.

He tripped over his own foot with his left, resulting in a perfectly standard fall on flat ground.

Yukino Yukinoshita collapsed.

"So you're not very physically fit, huh? You can't even finish a tennis match."

As the white figure walked over, Yukino Yukinoshita had already rolled over and sat on the ground. She didn't seem to have fallen too badly. She even had the mind to brush the dust off her skirt and said calmly, "I always learn things very quickly, so I don't need to persevere in many things. Physical strength has become my weakness. I guess that's a problem for wealthy people."

The white figure exclaimed in a sigh, "Oh, what is truly terrifying is your talent."

"you……"

Yukino Yukinoshita never expected that being praised would make her so angry—no! This guy wasn't praising her at all, he was mocking her!

As she was about to get up, she felt some pain in her knee. Looking down, she saw a scrape, a small wound oozing blood.

"Let's go, here's a private room seat."

As the laughter mingled with the words, Yukino Yukinoshita instinctively reached for what had appeared on her forehead. Grabbing it, she realized something was off. Looking up, she saw a white figure standing a meter away, extending a tennis racket and gesturing for her to take it…

"Are you trying to help me up, or are you holding a bamboo pole and confronting a snake?"

"When I was a child, I used to poke frogs with sticks."

Bai Ying recalled, "I thought it would be boring, but I was actually very happy to do it."

"You're the frog."

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed her tennis racket, used the force of the white shadow pulling her to stand up, released the racket, and strode towards the infirmary.

Bai Ying followed behind, watching. It was just a minor injury; there was no need for help. If someone actually offered to help, he might have to put on his best act and end up living the life of a wanted criminal.

After successfully escorting Yukino to the infirmary where she met up with the school doctor, Shirokage prepared to stroll back for roll call.