Uneasy daily life

Yuigahama Yui exclaimed, "Shiro! What do you mean by 'deadly chef'?!"

The white figure shouted, "Yuihama! What do you mean by 'Little White'?!"

“Hmm—” Yui Yuigahama was speechless.

The pen cap tapped on the table, making a sound. Yukino Yukinoshita said, "Shiraki-kun, don't spread distractions. Yui-hama, concentrate too."

Yui Yuigahama immediately focused on her studies.

Hachiman Hikigaya was in agony over a difficult problem, his mind gradually splitting apart, feeling a pain of being swallowed by mathematics.

Bai Ying said with dissatisfaction, "My dear subordinate, your formula is wrong again. Do I have to open your brain and stuff the book back in? It seems I need to punish you."

Hachiman Hikigaya sighed, "This question is too difficult. Captain, punish me. Use Komachi's voice to scold me."

Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama cast disapproving glances at this hopeless siscon.

Bai Ying's expression turned serious, and his voice changed. He used a youthful and energetic voice to read in a calm tone, "Hachiman Hikigaya."

"Ahhh! Minister! I will study hard!"

Hachiman Hikigaya couldn't help but let out a wail. This was so strange, so uncomfortable! Komachi's voice, uttering her full name in a flat tone, felt as awkward as wearing a sweater inside out!

Poor little business...

Yui Yuigahama felt sorry for him, but found herself stuck on a question and unable to put pen to paper.

"its stuck?"

"I can't help but ask," Yukino Yukinoshita, who was intently supervising the situation. Yui Yuigahama nodded with difficulty, her mood turning to one of shared sorrow.

Yukino Yukinoshita immediately attacked: "First, explain your problem-solving approach... The approach here is wrong. The correct approach is... Do you know why it's wrong? Repeat the formula... Very good, you solved this problem. Now I'll give you three similar problems to solve to verify and solidify your understanding..."

My brain is ready.

After completing the entire process, Yui Yuigahama's eyes were lifeless.

Seeing this, Bai Ying chuckled.

Yukino Yukinoshita snorted coldly.

The situation is getting bad!

Yui Yuigahama and Hachiman Hikigaya felt a jolt in their hearts.

……

At the end of the semester, at the pinnacle of the General Staff.

A sword coming from the west, flying immortals from the sky.

Two masters of swordsmanship, both of whom have reached the pinnacle of their craft, stand facing each other, swords drawn.

Bai Chuixue, in a lonely city beneath the snow, they agreed to a duel, without any prizes, stakes, or grudges.

Why the duel? To become the best in the world.

Swordsmen who can't get here don't need it, but swordsmen who do get here want it the most.

This is the prize, this is the stake, this is the grudge.

Yukinoshita, the lone castle, said, "What courage is there in a defeated opponent?"

Bai Chuixue said, "There's no point in talking about victory or defeat, so why bother with courage?"

Yukinoshita said, "Then let's not dwell on the past. In this contest, we must each give our all."

Bai Chuixue replied, "Yes."

Xue Zhixia Gucheng said, "Very good."

Bai Chuixue raised the sword in his hand and said, "This sword is called Hikigaya Hachiman, and it is an unorthodox sword. It can make you a top student in the humanities, and you will have no worries. It can also make you a promising student in the sciences."

Snow-covered Lonely Castle exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"

Bai Chuixue said, "Indeed, a fine sword!"

Yukinoshita Kojo also raised the sword in her hand and said, "This sword is named Yui Yuigahama. It is a moderate sword. It can be fast or slow, can advance or retreat, can be light or heavy, and can be sharp or blunt."

Bai Chuixue exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"

Snow-covered Lonely Castle said, "It is indeed a fine sword!"

Without prior arrangement, the two raised their swords, but they were not yet drawn.

Bai Chuixue suddenly asked, "You know swordsmanship?"

The lone city beneath the snow said, "I am the sword."

Bai Chuixue said, "Do you know the essence of the sword?"

"Speak!" said the lone castle beneath the snow.

Bai Chuixue said, "It lies in harmony."

"Harmony?" asked the lone castle beneath the snow.

Bai Chuixue said, "Only by being harmonious yet different can we adapt to the times and the people. It is in accordance with the techniques, the laws, and the principles. Harmony without uniformity leads to great harmony. Your cramming sword technique is not worth discussing."

The pupils of the lonely city beneath the snow suddenly contracted again.

Bai Chuixue stared at her and said, "You don't agree."

After a long silence, Yukinoshita Kojou suddenly asked, "You know swordsmanship?"

Bai Chuixue said, "There is no limit to the sword, and there is no limit to the skill of swordsmanship."

Yukinoshita Kojo said, "Since you are learning swordsmanship, you should know that those who learn swordsmanship must be sincere."

Bai Chuixue asked, "Sincere?"

Xue Zhilan said, "Be sincere to yourself and to others. You must devote your life to this and not be lazy in the slightest. No matter if it is a brick, tile, pearl, or jade, it cannot become a useful object without being carved. Pearls and jade are carved into pendants, and stubborn stones are fired into bricks and tiles. The idea of ​​'forcing ducks' is truly absurd."

Bai Chuixue's pupils suddenly contracted again.

Yukinoshita Kojo stared at him and said, "You're not being honest."

The words have been spoken.

All that remains at the end of the words is the sword.

Silence fell, the sword was drawn, and the roles were reversed.

The one wielding the sword did not hesitate, the one wielding the sword did not waver. The sound of the sword was shrill, cutting the wind into a mournful howl; the sound of the sword was also silent, its pain solidified by the iron.

They wielded them with all their might, pouring out their life's energy.

Both swords were fine swords, but they broke together.

The two broken sword blades were stuck in the ground.

Bai Chuixue: "Let's fight again another day."

A Lonely City Beneath the Snow: "I'll play along to the end."

The two broken swords felt only the swordsmen's agreement was noisy.

……

……

"Done! Transforming ordinary life into art—that's creation!"

Bai Ying happily finished typing on the keyboard, her face beaming with pride that she was worthy of being called hers.

"This is just inexplicable embellishment."

Yukino Yukinoshita crossed her arms and offered a sharp critique of the short story on the screen, her eyes filled with disdain.

The two 'broken swords' had a lot to say about this, but neither had the energy to utter a word, finding the two demons' discussion particularly noisy.

Hachiman Hikigaya struggles with the challenges of mathematics, constantly being whipped forward in various ways. After all, as a prodigy whose math scores barely reach double digits, every step forward feels like swimming in a deep, icy sea of ​​knowledge. Yui Yuigahama's grades are all average; she knows a little bit about everything, but not everything. Many of her concepts and logic are flawed, so every step forward is a step back followed by two steps forward—a truly torturous situation.

"Ah, it's almost time, I'll be going now."

Hachiman Hikigaya let out a long sigh of relief, picked up his shoulder bag, and ran away quickly.

Yui Yuigahama was slumped over the table, trying to cool off, when she paused for a moment, then quickly grabbed her shoulder bag: "I'm going home too! Yuki, Shiro, see you tomorrow!"

"Well, see you tomorrow."

"Don't worry, you'll definitely see the sun rise tomorrow."

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and a thin, light twilight filled the activity room. Yukino Yukinoshita put the teapot and teacups into the drawer, tidied up the textbooks and stationery on the table, and slowly packed the things into her shoulder bag. You could hear the sound of her white figure occasionally tapping on the keyboard.

He tapped his fingers lightly, counting the items in his schoolbag several times over, but he could never remember if he had counted them correctly.

What an annoying guy, the riddle teller, the hip-hop weirdo, the rascal...

All those elaborate schemes and the idea that love is war are strange things I don't agree with. Yet, there are always many vague words that keep hitting my heart like raindrops, making it hard to tell whether it's a coincidence or something Bai Jun is implying.

No, continuing down this circuitous route will only cause more trouble...

Thinking cannot follow the rules; we must be brave enough to break through the limitations.

Yukino Yukinoshita took a small breath and broke the silence with her voice.

"Bai Jun, there's a room available for rent in my apartment building recently. If you can't find a place to stay temporarily, you can consider it."

The sound of typing stopped.

The voice of the white figure came: "No need for that, I've already found a place to stay. It's Sakuta Azusagawa, whom you've met before, and I'm going to go and seek refuge with him."

"Oh……"

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, placed her schoolbag against the chair, and slowly turned around. With her arms crossed and her gaze fixed straight ahead, she asked with a commanding air, "Haku-kun, are you avoiding me?"

The twilight illuminated the girl's slender yet upright figure, casting a thin layer of sunset light on her waist-length, jet-black hair. She pursed her lips slightly, her clear, bright eyes blinking rapidly, gazing at the reflection of her beloved. Even so, her gaze did not waver, her posture did not falter, and she stood tall with a calm, unwavering resolve.

"what?"

Bai Ying tilted her head and asked, "You like me?"

...Are you really that direct?!

Snowflakes froze beneath the snow.

The white figure asked again, "Do you like me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita was a little flustered. She coughed, her right fist near her mouth, and said, "First, let's define what 'like' means..."

Bai Ying said with certainty, "You like me."

Yukino Yukinoshita wants to kill Hakukage.

Chapter Forty I Like You

The killing intent swelled in her heart, but she managed to maintain some composure. After all, from the moment she looked up and stared directly at Bai Jun, from the moment she started discussing the topic, and from the moment she revealed her attitude, she had to be prepared for her thoughts to be completely exposed.

Yukino Yukinoshita crossed her arms, pressing her fingertips hard against her arms, trying to appear calm and composed: "Is Shiro-kun only capable of saying things that sound like excessive self-consciousness? I'm curious where you get this confidence from, that you can so brazenly make such pronouncements."

"I still have a little confidence in my judgment of people."

Bai Ying moved the chair to the side, sized up the girl, and said seriously, "Perhaps I really misjudged you. You don't like me. The reason you offered to help me find a place to rent was because you value your friend and want to do your best to help. The reason you arranged the rent near your home was so you could easily monitor and gather information. If necessary, you could just knock on my door and order me to pay back those ten meals, and you could even retaliate by ordering dishes like boiled cabbage in clear broth or Buddha Jumps Over the Wall—dishes with a ten-star troublesome rating. As for defining what I like, it's because of your rigorous and serious academic attitude, and your kind of inquisitive scientific spirit..."

Yukino Yukinoshita was a little flustered: "It's good that Haku-kun knows."

"No! Not good!"

Bai Ying suddenly became sad, took a deep breath, and his face showed guilt and sorrow. His voice even had a sob of apology. He solemnly bowed his head and said loudly, "I made a hasty judgment because I did not understand you. It was really—a private matter!"

puff--!

Yukino Yukinoshita was shot hard. The courage she tried to muster was instantly pierced, and a mixture of shame, anger, and murderous intent exploded out of her. All her plans collapsed in a mess!

The little girl found a marble and treasured it, hiding it in her little treasure chest and only taking it out to admire it when no one was around. Even though it was her own, she handled it like a thief, afraid someone would discover it. Feeling the treasure chest wasn't safe enough, she put a safe inside it, built a house outside the safe, and then constructed a tall, sturdy wall around the house, recruiting brave warriors to form a massive army, believing it to be impregnable and invincible.

Unfortunately, some people are just so unreasonable that they directly airdropped a nuclear warhead into the city.

Thousands of warriors were instantly vaporized by the intense heat; the majestic city walls collapsed under the shockwave; houses at the epicenter were blasted into craters; and safes turned to liquid and then vaporized. A little girl, bewildered, clutched her cracked treasure chest and looked up to see the swaggering robber. The robber grinned at her, pulled a marble from the chest, and examined it with a smug look. Before the little girl could even cry, the marble was tossed back into her hand.

The robber offered a smiling apology.

The little girl wanted nothing more than to smash his dog's head in.