Uneasy daily life

The bespectacled man smiled and described, "So, what will he do?"

The canteen suddenly became noisy.

"Suffering, suffering ignites a deep rage—!"

A voice suddenly broke through the story the bespectacled man was loudly describing. The tall, thin man said, "Burn your anger, let hatred rise like dark smoke! Burn everything here, including yourself, burn it all away, wipe it all out, and take revenge on this absurd world!"

"Silence, the silent road, enduring one's own loneliness and pain, this is one's own road, he is so lucky and content, one step faster than death, reaching the end of the road, obtaining this great happiness that belongs only to him."

With a melodious and graceful voice, as agile as a mockingbird, she described in the most beautiful way: "Choose a distant and enchanting goal, and spend your whole life learning, pursuing, gazing at, and imagining it. All the pain accumulates and settles, and at the moment of obtaining the answer, it all transforms into a radiant and melodious happiness. Be silent alone, savor this happiness, until the moment life disappears. Is there a more wonderful life than this?"

The song, with its brief, desolate rhythm, ends with the answer: "Loneliness, the moment happiness fades, hesitation about whether to leave an answer, hesitation about whether to retaliate against the pain. A life on the verge of collapses in bewilderment, ultimately neither happy nor satisfied with revenge, a soul that has failed to conquer loneliness, forever struggling."

A particularly stiff laugh rang out: "Hahaha! How superficial! Love, it's love! What can a human being do? Of course, forgive everything! Leave behind your research results, and with your last breath, write your defense on paper—my research results are correct, they will benefit mankind, they can create wealth and the future! Hahaha! Do your best to prove to society that you are not a clown, that is the deepest and greatest love!"

"You idiot who makes people feel insignificant and incredibly vulgar!"

"Get out of here! Your character has fallen into the trap of wishful thinking, becoming a self-comforting clown!"

"Sing, sing for yourself, you are all mute."

"Don't you think it's cool to write down the wrong answer and fool humanity's ending?"

"You only feel pain when you love everything deeply, so just love! You idiots who don't understand love!"

They participated in the discussion on their own, which led to a bunch of disagreements, and then they started their daily friendly greetings on their own.

The bespectacled man's response to these guys who presume to answer and then write their own endings is—

"Excuse me for being blunt, but you're all idiots—the protagonist's choice is no longer important; what matters is humanity's response."

The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses and said, as if he had already prepared his answer, "He will choose to keep the answer he received, write a sentence at the end of the answer, and then pass away peacefully."

"I have spent my whole life proving the stupidity of humanity."

"This quote has become a widely circulated classic saying that even elementary school students can recite. The person who said it has been revered by later generations as the 'Father of Quantum.' Although many people in the past have been given this title, time has proven that he is the most qualified to be called a father. He discovered and summarized the law of quantum entanglement, leaving behind many theories and achievements in quantum mechanics, laying the foundation for the future of modern technology. 'Quantum entanglement can reverse future time' has become common knowledge... In this era, a young girl suddenly discovers that as she grows older, her left hand remains in a childlike state, which arouses her curiosity, confusion, and impulse to explore."

"She was fascinated by the curse that haunted her."

The bespectacled man shouted passionately and solemnly, "Fate, I offer you the song of fools."

"I get it! He's an idiot!"

"Yes, he admitted it himself!"

"Hahaha—what an idiot!"

"You bunch of guys who have absolutely no understanding of art, do you even know what the narrative of fate, the cycle of history, means? Whether it's the human-powered era, the animal-powered era, the steam-powered era, or the electric era—even if human technology can fly into the sky, we still can't escape the grand gravitational pull of fate. Humans can only be allowed to be human in society, and that is the fate of humanity!"

"What boring art, such shallow insights. Art should be a reflection of one's true nature."

"Quantum entanglement can reverse future time. You told a lie and a story. Your story is false, so your art is a lie."

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now is the time to trust my crystal ball! The light emanating from the crystal ball now is..."

"You're talking nonsense! I saw you applying fluorescent powder to the crystal ball with my own eyes yesterday!"

……

……

early morning.

Get up on time, draw back the curtains on the windowsill, take a deep breath at dawn, wash your face carefully, just like when you were a star, change into simple sportswear, and go for a half-hour jog in the park. As your heart rate gradually increases, you will boost your physical vitality, which will in turn nourish your mood.

On my way home after exercising, I passed a convenience store and suddenly wanted to try some bread and milk that I had never eaten before. So I changed my mind about going home to make breakfast and bought some products that I had never tasted before.

After returning home, he encountered a white figure who had just woken up and was leisurely leaving the room.

"Peach, chocolate, cucumber, aloe vera flavor—which two flavors of milk would you like?"

"Haaah... Go cook."

"I'm not going. Hurry up and choose. If you don't choose, go find your own food."

"To be fair, why isn't there chili-flavored milk?"

"Because when haters and fans mix, they can only become hater bacteria—is that how it feels when that person, Yukinoshita, speaks?"

"Hmm... she'd probably say something like, 'White Fungus should take a step back from manufacturing; they only understand human eating habits.' Her sharp tongue is a bit lacking compared to Brave Plus."

So, you're choosing two?

"Aloe vera and cucumber."

While Bai Ying went to wash up, she ate bread and finished the aloe vera and cucumber-flavored milk.

"Seriously? You're unhappy because your sharp tongue was outdone? Where does this jealousy come from?!"

"I thought the hater was being sarcastic, since I really don't understand the hater's habits."

The sweet peach flavor and the cloying chocolate flavor caused Bai Ying's expression to contort, probably due to being possessed by inner demons.

I spent the morning in a good mood, completed part of my assignments according to the assigned schedule, and took out a book on acting to study. When I was feeling a little tired, my gaze unconsciously fell on Bai Ying. She was lying on the sofa playing on her phone, deep in thought, like a corporate slave who was serious about slacking off at work but offered nothing but attitude.

"What are you looking at?"

Mai Sakurajima stretched, rubbed her neck slightly, and asked curiously.

"The Scarlet Troupe's answer regarding the scar on Sakuta's chest."

The scar on Azusagawa Sakuta's chest... seems to be related to puberty syndrome? At least that's the simplest way to categorize it for now—a condition that deviates from common sense and causes abnormalities.

Mai Sakurajima got up and sat down, peering at the white figure's phone screen.

The white figure swiped the screen with its finger, showcasing the wisdom of the Scarlet Troupe members.

[Scumbag: I think this is quantum entanglement. I had a sudden inspiration just now, so I wrote a short story to experience what it means to interpret and explain fate...]

Hmm... In other words, in the writing of this unknown author, Azusagawa Sakuta has already met a tragic end, with his family destroyed and his life ending in solitude. Isn't that a curse?

[The charlatan: This must have been caused by the sword's energy!]

Blade energy? What martial arts story is this?

[Love's Pyramid Seller: After careful analysis, this must be a manifestation of love that penetrates to the core. Loving someone too much, loving to the point of pain, despair, and struggle, leaving three scars on one's chest.]

...?

[The scammers say: "Poor kid, tricked into getting kidney slices, the pain was so intense and they wanted to embellish the experience, so they unconsciously forgot it."]

Whose kidneys have chests?

[The doll trafficker: Unfortunately caught up in a struggle against the dark side of society, he was scratched by Wolverine while trying to escape. The reason he didn't know this was because his memory had been erased.]

I actually started to think this reason was plausible.

[The street singer: schizophrenic, self-harming, unaware of his own actions.]

I found this reason to be more plausible.

[Commander: Sooner or later, we'll die.]

...Does "it doesn't matter" mean?

Sakurajima Mai slowly suppressed the various questions in her mind and asked subtly, "Who are you asking for help from?"

"With a bunch of brilliant minds from a mental hospital, how can I not lose the mission, become a member, and raise the banner of rebellion to drive out the hero?" Bai Ying sighed and muttered, "Let's pick a more reliable answer from them. Anyway, nobody can understand supernatural things."

"It's not a superpower, it's more like puberty syndrome."

Mai Sakurajima subconsciously corrected herself, then suddenly realized her blind spot.

Few people are aware of such extraordinary events. Sakuta Azusagawa claims it was a personal experience, but Rio Futaba is skeptical... Why would the hater believe him? And why call it an extraordinary event instead of a puberty syndrome?

……

……

"Hmm, this photo..."

In the office, the forensic doctor observed thoughtfully, displaying a professional attitude of meticulous examination before taking payment, carefully examining the specimen for quite some time.

He hesitated and said, "Although it's not very appropriate... excuse me, is this person alive?"

"Ok?"

Yukinoshita's father was half-shocked, half-doubtful, and a little pleased: "The person is already dead?"

It's only been a short time since we last met, and the traitor has already died physically?

"It is alive."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't want to deal with her father's misunderstanding for the time being. She asked in confusion, "Is there a problem with this?"

"how to say……"

The forensic pathologist said tactfully, "This colleague's surgical skills are quite good."

Yukinoshita's father: "?"

Yukinoshita Yukino: “?”

written request for leave

A new month has begun, I can take leave now...

Ahem, to be honest, I feel quite guilty. I only updated 160,000 words last month. Although I wasn't slacking off in terms of word count, the quality, while not exactly dramatic, was at least steadily declining. Lacking the lubricant of inspiration, it was a completely dry and forced push.

It's hilarious! It's explosive! It tears away the boring facade of interpersonal relationships!

After thinking it over carefully yesterday, I realized it was Yukino's fault (shifting the blame).

In my attempt to depict the imagined feeling of first love, I got so caught up in the logic of romance that I couldn't pull myself back. This unconsciously led me to suppress Bai Ying's behavior, making the writing too formulaic and lacking in fun and a touch of the extraordinary. It even came across as a bit cheesy.

Online novels always need to be updated and followed. Once a chapter has been published, it can be slightly adjusted but not drastically changed. This is determined by the online novel environment. I apologize for not being able to maintain this. If you can achieve both speed and quality in the eyes of readers, that is good; if you can't, that is bad.

In order to do this month quickly and well, I have decided to take two days off.

...Hmm, the map is quite long, isn't it?

In short, try to build up a backlog of drafts, refine your ideas, and revise your thinking along the way.

A life filled with fantasy, freedom, impracticality, and turmoil—that is the true essence of literature's youthful daily life. Currently, it's too quiet and overly constrained…

I will definitely survive the battle with Yukino (clenching my fist).

On March 3rd, I will resume updating twice a day as scheduled.

Chapter 71 The Rise of the Son-in-Law

Finding a forensic doctor is relatively simple; you can ask around, make an appointment, or sort out your family relationships to find someone who works as a forensic doctor. In order to get the forensic doctor's attention, Yukino Yukinoshita decided to start looking for a forensic doctor from within her family after some consideration.

Every matter, big or small, in the family inevitably involves the father; it's just that we underestimated his thought process.

"Yukino is sick? But why is she a forensic doctor?!"

To put it simply, I'm just using this photo to have a forensic doctor do a forensic examination of the injuries.

"Oh, it's someone else's photo, I see... Good, good."

The father examined the photo, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and a gloating smile appeared on his face, leaving everyone puzzled.

He's probably thinking about something trivial; just ignore him.

Yukino Yukino made this judgment.

As long as you give the photos to the forensic doctor, and the doctor conducts a serious examination instead of giving a sham, that's fine.

My father has been constantly reinventing himself lately.

Just before bedtime, they would suddenly call to chat, subtly probing each other in their conversation.

During company training sessions, I would occasionally see him sitting behind his desk with a serious expression, as if he were contemplating some important decision. But if I quickly went around to his back, I would find him playing video games.

When the conversation occasionally touched upon female friends like Shiro or Hikigaya, the father's tone would soften considerably, like the clinking of glasses before a signal to smash a cup.

In short, it's getting increasingly outrageous.

Yukinoshita's father asked, "Is a forensic doctor the same as a surgeon? They both use scalpels."