Uneasy daily life

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Don't want to be a dog? Then be a chicken!]

[Insomnia: @WantToBeABunnyGirl, group admin, come out and arrest this lunatic!]

[Puppet: General Lü, wake up, your godfather is dead.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: Nonsense! My godfather's fortune is as great as the Southern Mountains, his life as long as the Eastern Sea, and his descendants will live for a thousand generations! Who could kill my godfather?!]

[Puppet: I don't know who killed him, but General Lü definitely used the knife.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: It's alright! In short, everyone should worship the one true god, Sakurajima Mai! Let's build the great Sakurajima Dynasty, conquer the entertainment industry, and make the name of this era Sakurajima Mai!]

[Puppet: Mai Sakurajima has already retired from the entertainment industry.]

[Bai Liang's performance: Is this related to her retirement from the entertainment industry?]

[Puppet: Are you awake?]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: 99.9% of fans have never actually known their idol. In other words, the idol in the eyes of fans is 99.9% fake! Does worshiping a god require confirmation that the god truly exists? Does liking a dragon require that the dragon truly exists? The answer is no.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Therefore, to establish the Sakurajima Mai Dynasty, we don't need Sakurajima Mai, we only need you.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Join the Sakurajima Mai Dynasty!]

[Puppet: Is it a sign of illness to worship something that doesn't exist?]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Is it a sign of illness to hate something that doesn't exist?]

[Puppet: In short, I'm not joining.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying have muted the puppet for 30 minutes.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Alas! Ms. Sakurajima, why did you retire from the entertainment industry? Why did you die in the entertainment world?]

[Insomnia: Hey, hey, I'm not dead yet, you're going a bit too far.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: When a person's heart stops beating, they stop breathing, and cease chemical reactions, that is biological death; when a person's behavior and thoughts remain fixed, neither increasing nor decreasing, and no longer undergoing any change, that is philosophical death; when a person can no longer produce any value, and loses their labor and consumption capacity, that is economic death; when a person is forgotten by everyone within a certain scope, their traces erased by time, leaving not a single footprint, that is sociological death.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Sakurajima Mai has retired from the entertainment industry. She'll die in it someday, but that doesn't matter.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Join the Sakurajima Mai Dynasty! Dedicate yourself to reviving Sakurajima Mai!]

Insomnia: Just kill me.

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying have muted the person with insomnia for 30 minutes.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Sakurajima Mai, you died such a terrible death! Aaaaaah~]

Sakurajima Mai: "..."

What's wrong with this guy again? You're the one who died a much worse death.

However, if puberty syndrome develops to its most severe stage, then it does fit the hater's definition of death.

What bad luck! Encountering something so incomprehensible has left me feeling helpless and unable to stay calm... The thought of being forgotten and dying fills me with an indescribable emptiness and fear, leading me to do something like going to a mental health clinic in the middle of the night.

Mai Sakurajima shifted slightly under the covers and sighed softly.

Hopefully, we can find a solution to this problem.

"Am I going to die?"

"The sunlight cannot cast a shadow."

"The world has forgotten a name."

"Time has abandoned my mundane and unremarkable stories."

"I'm going to die."

"It has become an unsolved mystery."

"Transform into endless rain."

"Swallowing a series of difficult problems."

I let out a long, drawn-out sigh—

“Build a funeral for solitude.”

A loud singing voice drifted in from outside the door.

Mai Sakurajima: #!

After getting up and quickly smoothing her slightly messy hair, Mai Sakurajima opened her bedroom door with mixed feelings, ready to catch the obvious culprit and at least give him a lecture!

Small wreaths hung on the wall, and strings of paper money hung between them.

Mai Sakurajima paused for a few seconds, then subconsciously walked out and closed the door, only to suddenly notice a white couplet pasted on it.

Avoid taking detours in life

May you have plenty of leisure and blessings in your next life.

The horizontal scroll reads "Happiness".

"...Hate Fan!"

Mai Sakurajima couldn't hold back any longer. She stormed into the living room, then stopped in shock, finally gasping for breath.

In a corner of the living room, a small shrine hangs on the wall, with a cell phone in the center displaying a photo of Mai Sakurajima. Several cinnabar and yellow paper talismans are pasted around it, and a small incense burner is placed below. Strings of paper money hang around the shrine, and several crosses—both upright and reversed—dangle from the left corner. From the right corner hang several magatama beads and a string of innovative Buddhist prayer beads, with a shimenawa (sacred rope) suspended below.

With a solemn expression, Bai Ying inserted several lit incense sticks and clapped his hands in mourning.

"Namo!"

"Amen!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

Sakurajima Mai's eyes twitched wildly: "Hey, hater, which god are you worshipping?"

"This is called casting a wide net to catch more fish."

Bai Ying solemnly said, "If there really are gods in the world, then we would have to fight first to decide who will protect us. And the god who wins the fight will definitely be the most powerful god."

"I don't know who the most powerful deity is..."

Mai Sakurajima regained her composure and retorted, "This is definitely the most outrageous disrespect for the gods and spirits you've ever done."

Bai Ying bowed towards the shrine: "Amitabha, I call this maintaining market competition, stimulating economic vitality, and urging the gods to carry out their business."

"Explain yourself." Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the shrine. "Otherwise, I'll enshrine you."

"I forgot about you several times last night, Brave Plus."

Bai Ying said solemnly, "After much thought, I've decided to put aside my desire to help others and respect their fate. If something is impossible, then I won't do it."

Mai Sakurajima: "?"

Chapter Sixty-Two: Down to the Northern Marsh

What are your plans for today?

Mai Sakurajima took a sip of milk and ate a slice of bread, not taking the earlier joke to heart. It was perfectly normal for the other person to do some abstract and outrageous things every few days.

Upon closer reflection, it even feels like everything Bai Ying does is perfectly normal. If viewed from this perspective, then Bai Ying is the most normal person in the world.

Huh? What strange contradiction in unity?

Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but glance at the shrine that combined Chinese, Western, and Japanese elements. A strange light flashed in her deep eyes, and she became thoughtful.

"Of course, we need to find a way to finish the lyrics."

The white figure held a carton of milk, his eyes wide like copper bells. He exhaled a breath of fresh air, bit the straw, and began to gulp it down.

Slurp—!

The milk carton shrank at a visible rate.

Elementary school student behavior.

Mai Sakurajima, unfazed, remarked, "Perhaps the hater should get a psychological age test."

"Can you refuse shuttlecock and jump rope?" Bai Ying let go of the straw, took a few bites of bread, and mumbled, "Toys are for children, but adults' fun is snatching toys from children—let me have a sip of your milk."

Mai Sakurajima, clutching her milk, was startled for a moment before quickly regaining her composure: "In terms of age, I'm the adult, aren't I?"

The white figure blinked and respectfully held up the shriveled milk carton with both hands: "Please!"

climb!

Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes and gulped down the milk in one big gulp.

Slurp—!

So, she also received a shriveled milk carton... What am I doing? Have I been led astray by elementary school students?

After a moment of self-deprecation, Mai Sakurajima changed the subject: "Are you confident you can write the lyrics today?"

"Creating something involves pouring in a few fragments of inspiration, a few vague memories, a few absurd fantasies, and the area of ​​97 hairs."

The white figure murmured calmly and peacefully, "It needs to be cooked slowly over a low flame, adjusting the distribution of flavors..."

Mai Sakurajima kindly reminded them, "The customer is already urging us to place the order."

"They probably stood me up after all."

Bai Ying made a startling statement, her tone gradually becoming excited and joyful: "That's right! All the suffering in the world comes from wanting what you can't have and from being never satisfied! As the saying goes, once the thought of giving up arises, the world suddenly seems vast. As long as I delay fast enough, the deadline won't catch up with me..."

[Have you finished your homework? Have you finished your exams? Have you finished your thesis? Have you finished your work? Have you finished writing all your articles? Have you saved enough money? Have you gotten married? Have you bought a house? Have you had children? Have you started pressuring your children to have kids? Have you held your parents' funerals? Have you retired? Have you paid off all your debts? Is anyone dead?]

Mai Sakurajima confirmed that the white shadow's lips hadn't moved, then looked at the phone the other person had taken out of their pocket.

"That ringtone you changed to is really motivating," Mai Sakurajima said with interest. "Could it be that the director is calling to urge you on?"

"Then I can only ensure that he never returns."

Bai Ying looked solemn, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then peeked out from between his fingers to glance at the screen with great seriousness. His tense face relaxed, revealing a calm smile, and he pressed the screen with a deft touch.

"Hero's sister, what's up?"

【Tsk. 】

Yukino clicked her tongue softly.

"Tsk, tsk."

The white figure clicked its tongue repeatedly.

[You jerk, when we were on set, I was useful and you called me 9528, calling me a comrade-in-arms. Now that I'm no longer useful, you call me "Brave Warrior's Sister." Isn't that a bit inappropriate?]

Yukino's cheerful voice rang out.

Bai Ying snorted: "That's called the flexible standard of pronouns, the brave one's sister."

[Come visit Shimokitazawa in Tokyo today! You can see a free show and I'll even treat you to a meal—I also have some very interesting kids with me.]

Bai Ying said seriously, "Yes, I agree with 9528's suggestion."

[By the way, let's discuss your lyrics again... You should have finished writing them, right? The director told me you're very confident.]

Under the snow, Yang is a smile that hides a knife.

Bai Ying: "I'm writing some more, the progress is encouraging."

[Okay, I'll use the new song for my performance this afternoon. Send me the lyrics quickly, let's make a splash at the show!]

Overjoyed, Yang was delighted by the snow.

Bai Ying: "From a commercial point of view, since it is going to be used in a movie, it would be inappropriate to use this song directly in the performance."

It's okay, I asked the director, everything's fine~

Yukinoshita Haruno blocked the road with a smile.

Bai Ying dropped the pretense: "You're the client!"

[Party A? I have a new title now? What does this title mean?]

Bai Ying coughed lightly: "Isn't this just a show of superficial respect?"