Uneasy daily life

A spectator made offensive remarks and was brutally attacked by a performer who smashed his head with a guitar?!

The surrounding audience was a bit confused.

Where are the security guards? Security guards, come and rescue us!

"I'm warning you—I can run much faster than you!"

The white figure retreated silently, then suddenly bumped into something and stopped. He glanced to the side and saw several enthusiastic spectators and fervent fans who were clearly not going to make way for him. They were determined to let this person who had been spouting nonsense while watching the performance experience their wrath.

Alas, young, naive, and impulsive children need a little shock.

"9528, to express my apology, I'll write half a song lyric for you for the next one..."

Bai Ying put forward the terms of the negotiation.

"Half a song?"

Yukinoshita Haruno subconsciously asked a question.

"I'll write half, and of course you'll write the other half."

Bai Ying said seriously, "Of course, the reward must still be sufficient."

Yukino Yukinoshita said with a playful tone, "Oh, you want me to pay you for your apology?"

"If it weren't for making money, who would apologize?"

Bai Ying shrugged.

They've started singing in unison again.

Mai Sakurajima was sipping a glass of juice, lost in thought, her gaze falling on a pink object in the corner of the exhibition hall, a shapeless mass of shock.

Perhaps it was because Yukino Haruno's sudden addition of a solo ending was so positive and upbeat that it melted Goto Ichiri's heart.

Uh... do they know each other?

Several enthusiastic viewers were stunned, feeling that their skin was a bit too white, their blush was a bit too heavy, and they might have a small ball on their nose.

The store manager stepped forward and called for the next band to take the stage, and the performance hall gradually returned to its normal business atmosphere.

……

……

Night had painted the sky, and the performance hall was still filled with music all night long, but that was no longer relevant to those who were preparing to go home.

Yukino Yukinoshita carried a guitar on her back, her short hair flying in the wind. She stretched out her arms and yawned, her gaze falling on the clear night sky. She opened her arms to the night sky, closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath, as if she wanted to embrace the sky or leap into the deep and peaceful night.

Well, I still don't understand, is music something I like?

Yukinoshita opened her eyes and found the white figure crookedly standing on its left foot, its right leg straight back, its arms outstretched to the sides, striking a pose that was a fusion of the image of a horse galloping through the air and a roc spreading its wings.

It resembles a Buddha statue with one hand raised to the chest and the other hand resting on its abdomen—the hand resting on its stomach is covered with a neatly shaped pile of cow dung, perfect for stuffing two firecrackers.

Mai Sakurajima felt that the composition had an absurd sense of contradiction.

Yukinoshita laughed, tilted her head to the side, and asked with a smile, "So, do you think long hair is prettier, or short hair?"

"?"

Mai Sakurajima paused for a moment, then subconsciously tugged at the strand of hair hanging down by her ear.

Bai Ying withdrew her movement, slung the bag containing her notebook over her shoulder, raised her hand to fidget with her hair, and said with a research-like spirit, "I think girls and boys have completely different definitions of short hair and long hair, right? You call your hair that can hang down to your shoulders short hair? By that standard, all men would be bald—if I had hair as long as yours, I would be called an artist, and my mom would nag me to cut my hair three times a day."

"Heh, that scoundrel is a master at playing dumb."

Yukinoshita pulled him back to his body.

“9528 isn’t bad either.” Bai Ying clasped her hands in a fist and said, “If I say long hair is pretty, you’ll definitely look down on me for ‘discriminating against short hair.’ If I say short hair is pretty, your phone in your pocket will hear it and send it back to the hero, right?”

"Tsk."

Yukino Shino pouted, took out her phone, and turned off the recording mode: "From now on, when I talk to you, I might as well just blindfold you."

The white figure waved her hand and said, "If the hero cuts her hair short, wouldn't she just become a shrunken version of you? That would be so boring. Of course, the chances of her cutting her hair are pretty low... How about we try it out?"

"Let's forget about that. If her hair gets shorter, Yukino-chan won't feel as good when she's rubbing against me."

Yukino Yukinoshita gave up her previous idea with some regret and asked, "You moved out of Yukino's house, where are you living now?"

When the question of where to stay was raised, Bai Ying's expression became serious.

"...Hmm?" Yukino Haruno asked playfully, "The place you just found hasn't been demolished again, has it?"

"how do you know?!"

"What do you think? Although I haven't continued my internship at the company recently, the main thing the company needs to do right now is demolition work."

Yukinoshita Haruno couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Yukino-chan is taking over the family business, it's too early for her to go into politics. She even called to ask about my company's work before... You didn't run into her, did you? This is quite a karmic entanglement. So you're still living at Yukino-chan's house?"

"The hater is currently living in my house."

Mai Sakurajima said rather subtly, "I heard that it used to live in other people's houses, so it was probably a parasite."

"I am a creature that can survive on just four things—rice, water, sleep, and art. Everything else is meaningless."

The white figure whistled.

"Are you sleeping under a bridge?"

Yukinoshita pondered seriously, "Or an internet cafe? A thicket? An abandoned building? A sewer?"

Mai Sakurajima instinctively stopped, her expression gradually freezing as she looked at the two people who were walking forward naturally.

"Just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush," Bai Ying said.

"Want to come to my place? It's a rented apartment near the university."

Yukinoshita Haruno laughed, "It's enough to leave a room for that jerk to roll around in."

"No, no, I'm waiting to inherit the property—"

The white figure suddenly stopped, and Yukinoshita Haruno looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Possessed by a ghost."

Bai Ying's expression was serious.

Sakurajima Mai was speechless and rubbed her toes.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Battle of the High Ground

"Pochi, see you tomorrow~"

"Um... okay... see you tomorrow."

A shriveled, pink ghost floated above, a tuft of tail hooking onto the heavy corpse below, as it swam forward with a crooked, indifferent gait.

Why did things turn out this way? I successfully made friends for the first time, finally formed a band, and passed the store manager's approval. Why did these two happy things turn out like this?

Driven by instinct, Goto Ichiri returned home, her soul gradually withering away, and her already limited brain began to show signs of becoming a brainstem.

……

Find people to form a band → The band performs on stage → Gain popularity and praise → Become a handsome and popular figure → Everyone makes friends with me.

WIN!

That's right! This is my brilliant plan, Goto Ichiri!

Let's climb step by step towards our goal and reach the very top!

boom!

A mountain fell from the sky, crushing the ambitious young girl into a biscuit.

The sign read: Tickets for Sale!

"You impudent monkey, ignorant of your own limitations, spouting nonsense here!" An irresistible, sacred, and sublime voice, representing absolute authority, slowly descended from beyond the heavens: "To perform on stage today, you must sell five of your own tickets, or you will be forever trapped beneath this mountain!"

The tone and rhythm were so familiar, with so many overlapping elements.

Sports Festival Executive Committee: Team sports are not allowed to be missed, so it would be best to choose another event to participate in!

Suddenly inspired, the teacher said, "Let's play a game!"

Class monitor: Work together in groups to complete an assignment!

The most terrifying thing for a reclusive person, the thing that can leave a psychological scar, is the unexpected situation where they are suddenly forced to interact with or even cooperate with strangers! (Results of a survey by the Japan Association for Reclusive Individuals)

It's even more terrifying than school group activities now...

Sell ​​five tickets to five people.

Sell.

sell.

money.

humans.

Ga.

Even if you choose from the closest options first... Dad, Mom, Sister, Dog—there are only four of us in the family!

"Yamete--!!"

A pitiful scream came from the foot of the mountain.

……

"Haha... I'm doomed... I should have known... How could an idiot like me come up with a proper plan? Things going wrong and things going awry are perfectly normal..."

Goto Ichiri swayed left and right like a pendulum as he moved forward, one vortex in his left eye and the other in his right.

Wasn't it like this in junior high?

My ideal self:

Learned to play the guitar → Shined at the cultural festival → Campus star, a popular figure → Goto-kun, we love you!

My real self:

Learn to play guitar → It's so much fun playing guitar alone → Record music videos and upload them online → Play guitar → Gloriously graduate from junior high school.

The Record of Goto, a Man of Great Influence (×).

How to become a shut-in (√)

"My life so far... has been shockingly shallow... ha, ha... ha..."

Goto Ichiri, like a wandering ghost, let out a ghostly laugh.

Sigh, how am I going to sell these tickets?

Suddenly, a soft touch came from under his feet. Goto Ichiri snapped out of his daze and looked down to meet a pair of listless eyes.

“(ΩДΩ)——!!!”

Goto Ichiri screamed and staggered backward, her legs went weak, and she sat down on the ground with a thud, seemingly on the verge of collapsing from her human form into a pink slime.

Someone has fainted? An acute illness? Call an ambulance immediately!

She stared in horror at the person lying on the road, vaguely recognizing them. Her trembling hand reached for her phone.

"Ahem... Do you have money? Medical treatment is very expensive, son."

The other person was coughing, breathing weakly, looking like he was about to die, and his voice sounded particularly old and feeble.

Huh? Does that mean I have to pay for the medical expenses?! If it's just paying in advance, and I even accidentally stepped on the other person...

Goto Ichiri shakily pulled out her wallet, but what did her son mean? Had the other person gone mad?!

"Father, don't worry too much, just focus on getting better."

A gentle female voice came through, trying to soften the heavy mood with a soothing tone: "I'll find a way to get the money."

"???"

Goto Ichiri raised his gaze blankly and saw a pretty girl squatting next to the person lying down, her face tense and serious.

Ah...okay, they look familiar? Hey? Aren't these two friends of the smiling older sister? What are they doing on the street so late at night?