Uneasy daily life

Yui Yuigahama: "...Hmm, can I hang it on the wall to ward off evil spirits?"

Happy birthday, Hikigaya-kun.

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly spoke up and took out several books, half of which were popular light novels and the other half were science textbooks.

"Are you offering a gift or sending someone to jail?" Hachiman Hikigaya felt targeted. "After the captain's grueling tutoring, my science grades are at least..."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "These books are ones I selected based on my own experience studying in the second year of junior high school. They progress from easy to difficult in a step-by-step manner, and the knowledge points are quite comprehensive. If Komachi wants to get into Soubu High School, then Hikigaya-kun has to learn them himself before he can tutor her."

"Thank you so much!"

Hachiman Hikigaya expresses his sincere gratitude and promises to help you with your next request!

"Happy birthday, Xiaoqi." Yui Yuigahama quickly followed up the conversation, handing over her gift with a bright smile, and said, "Since Yuki gave me a book, I'll give you glasses."

The small gift box was opened, revealing a pair of semi-black-rimmed non-prescription glasses.

The glasses I saw while shopping yesterday at the business district? So that's what Yuihama gave me...

Hachiman Hikigaya picked up the glasses, looked at them, and casually put them on his nose. He felt a little strange, and then he received intense stares from the people around him through the lenses.

“It’s incredible.” The white figure spoke in its own voice, adopting the tone of Yukino Yukinoshita, “The Hachiman bacteria and the glasses reacted in a way that transcended biology, actually mutating into a form that is more in line with sociology.”

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the white figure, swallowed her words, and then couldn't help but look at the happy Yui Yuigahama.

"Who are you? Are you my brother?!" Komachi Hikigaya exclaimed in surprise.

Hikigaya Hachiman: “?”

"Hehe, I knew everyone would be surprised!" Yui Yuigahama proudly pulled out a small mirror and pointed it at Hachiman Hikigaya. "Hachiman, look!"

Hachiman Hikigaya subconsciously glanced in the mirror and saw himself wearing glasses. The glasses subtly concealed his dull, lifeless eyes, instantly boosting his overall energy and creating a surprisingly handsome look with a charming contrast.

Ah, no wonder Yui looked like she'd discovered something amazing when we were browsing the glasses store yesterday.

Hachiman Hikigaya examined himself in the mirror and commented, "I look rather disgusting."

Yui Yuigahama snorted in dissatisfaction: "He's obviously very handsome!"

"Unfortunately, I'm a pragmatist; I only need glasses for reading and looking at screens."

Hachiman Hikigaya took off his glasses, instantly transforming back into an ordinary, dead-eyed boy.

"...Judging a person directly by their appearance is a common and superficial behavior. There's no need to change your appearance to satisfy such a superficial view." Yukino Yukinoshita casually remarked, then changed the subject and began to attack, "Just as rude as commenting on someone's appearance, for example, a certain white bacteria."

Bai Ying thought for a moment and said, "I will try my best to comment on your inner qualities in the future."

Yukinoshita Yukino: #!

Yui Yuigahama was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Komachi, Komachi, let's cut the cake. I want a piece with strawberries on it."

Feeling sorry for the fleetingly handsome older brother, Komachi Hikigaya snapped out of her reverie and confidently distributed pieces of cake to the others.

"I've only been learning for a short time, so the taste might not be as good as the cakes sold outside, but I think it's still a great success!"

"You've only been learning for a short time?"

Bai Ying took a bite, made a savoring expression, then blatantly glanced at Yui Yuigahama, and shook her head with a long sigh.

He seemed to have said nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

"One day, I will conquer cookies!"

Yui Yuigahama ate the cake with resentment, savoring the unevenness of her talents.

"Go for it!" Hachiman Hikigaya encouraged him.

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama was taken aback. "Is Xiaoqi going to be my taste tester?"

"No, no, no -"

Hachiman Hikigaya quickly shook his head: "I recommend the minister for this position; no one but the minister is suitable."

"No, no, no -"

Bai Ying quickly raised her hand to the side and said, "I believe that the brave one is the most suitable person for this position. Heaven will entrust a great responsibility to the brave one."

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded, saying, "Perhaps, I can try to teach you how to make cookies again."

Yui Yuigahama felt frustrated. She had prepared two gifts, the other being cookies she made herself... Perhaps because she had tried so many times, she felt they tasted normal to herself, so she had to ask her father to feed her a piece to see the effect, which received great praise.

After asking his mother to feed him one cookie, his mother made his father eat all the cookies.

The old father's expression of pain mixed with joy said it all, and revealed the price he had paid.

……

……

After a simple birthday celebration, Bai Ying headed home, beaming, and said, "Haha, someone's about to get dumped~"

Yukino Yukinoshita glared at Shirokage, unsure of what to say. Yui Hama wanted to build a closer relationship by giving a gift, but instead of glasses, she should have given him her own handmade cookies... She was still trying to be understanding, but Yui Hama probably sensed Hikigaya's disapproval by giving him glasses.

I don't have the energy to figure out how to get involved right now, and there's another thing that's even more troublesome.

"Haku-kun, where's Sakurajima Mai?"

"How would I know? Maybe she's wandering around trying to make herself known, maybe she went to the library to borrow acting books, or maybe she just suddenly felt like doing something else," Bai Ying said, shrugging. "Can I stick a GPS tracker on her?"

"But something's a little strange..."

The white figure observed Yukino Yukinoshita beside her: "Stare—why does it feel like the sourness isn't quite there yet?"

"Then next time, Haku-kun, add ten cans of sugar to your cooking," Yukino Yukinoshita retorted, then hesitated for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice, "We need to be sure of the result before we can make any changes... Does Haku-kun understand?"

"Hmm? The hero is trying his best to investigate..."

The white figure stopped and asked with interest, "Are you afraid of questioning yourself, or are you worried about Mai Sakurajima?"

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly, looking into the white shadow's eyes: "I don't know, so what can you see, White-kun?"

"For things like this, just trust yourself and make the choice."

Bai Ying waved her hand and said, "You can't keep going like this forever. You'll eventually have to sleep. Once you wake up, you'll forget about Sakurajima Mai. Whether Sakurajima Mai can get out of this predicament has little to do with you..."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yukino Yukinoshita was somewhat unwilling and pursed her lips tightly.

It was precisely because of this incredible and helpless situation that she felt... the distance between herself and Bai Jun seemed to be farther than she had imagined.

Bai Ying thought for a moment, then reached out and smiled, "Hero, let's shake hands."

Yukinoshita Yukino: “?”

Chapter Ninety-Eight is a youth campus romance drama.

A handshake? Why shake hands?

What's the point of this?

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously clenched her fist, returning a puzzled look to him, and tentatively asked, "You're not just thinking of taking advantage of me, are you?"

Bai Ying remarked, "You're so confident."

Yukinoshita Yukino: #!

"The fact that white fungi were able to evolve the ability to speak is truly a mistake in nature's selection process."

Yukino Yukinoshita coldly retorted, "Suddenly wanting to shake hands with me... Shouldn't Haku-kun have been very mindful of maintaining distance with the opposite sex before? How come he's suddenly become so frivolous? No, by definition, frivolousness is about making intimate gestures without asking for permission, but how do you define asking someone to shake hands? Feeling good about yourself?"

Various languages ​​and characters in my mind are assembling and splitting, constantly gathering and dispersing like fireworks.

I've already said I like you. If it's just a handshake, can't you just extend your hand yourself? Just a simple, ordinary, natural handshake. Don't make this into a serious discussion! At the very least, hint with a gesture. Don't add unnecessary questions and words. When did Bai Jun's brain harden into wood?!

"You're shy."

puff!

"You're using aggression to mask your emotions!"

puff!

"You're so arrogant!"

puff!

Yukino Yukinoshita pursed her lips, staring silently at the white figure. A murderous intent stirred within her somewhat chaotic eyes. Clearly, the attack of throwing knives in her eyes hadn't been very effective. After a few simple jokes, the white figure waved his outstretched hand and said, "So, how about a handshake?"

"Humph……"

Yukino Yukinoshita gave a muffled hum, her right hand unconsciously wiping on the hem of her dress, eliciting an undisguised chuckle from the white figure. She glared at the shameless man opposite her with a hint of anger, taking a deep breath as quietly as possible, and slowly extended her right hand. Her gaze naturally fell to her palm, as if focused, yet also as if avoiding the gaze directed at her. The weariness from not sleeping for a day and a night vanished instantly, stirred by her fluctuating emotions.

The two hands gently clasped together.

Bai Jun's hands are larger, and even though they are clasped together, there is a sense of being enveloped by a thick, warm embrace. His fingers are also quite long. Is it because he often types on a keyboard or writes, thus using his fingers more frequently? The summer weather is very hot, and the temperature felt on his fingertips is even hotter. There is no burning pain, but rather it is like holding a cup of hot water in winter, with the warmth spreading from the cup to his fingertips and dripping into his heart.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "the ten fingers are connected to the heart." It's just hard to say whether it's the feeling that makes the fingertips burn, or the temperature of the fingertips that makes the feeling boil.

Your hands are sweaty.

Bai Ying said something in a low voice, her tone unusually calm and composed, but the content of her words made people feel extremely uneasy and unsettled.

"It's hot."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked down at their clasped hands, offering a rambling explanation before muttering with some dissatisfaction, "Don't you feel how hot it is? Or are you already used to this kind of weather?"

"I was indeed very excited, but unfortunately for reasons you mentioned."

The white figure tensed every part of her body, concentrating her attention, her eyes fixed on Yukino Yukinoshita's hand. She tried to relax her grip, maintaining a constant posture to make the softness and smoothness of her hand even more clear. The jelly-like texture swayed gently in her palm, a slightly unbearable itch. Would it be gently crushed between her lips and teeth? If she applied a little force, she should be able to feel the resistance of the delicate bones, making her want to squeeze and rub it tightly.

The veins beneath her fair skin were barely visible; her fingernails, like pink pearls, adorned her five fingers, their curves reflecting a smooth, rounded sheen. Upon closer inspection, they appeared as very faint lines, much like a sculptor's exquisite work on raw, naturally beautiful material. Just as a person's fingerprints are unique, so too is the beauty of these hands, worthy of being treasured…

It's time to silently recite the Great Compassion Mantra!

In this vast and diverse world, there are countless examples of great beauty.

Relatives turn against each other, affection is hard to achieve, desires are unfulfilled, and only a few remain; ambitions remain unfulfilled, dreams are withered and broken, energy is exhausted, and illness plagues the body; the wind blows sparks, the world is in turmoil, one wanders aimlessly, filled with silent grief and indignation; the five internal organs are nearing decline, the seven emotions are gradually cooling, one takes a detached view of fortune and misfortune, and has no heart for anger or hatred.

After singing, I suddenly realized I was old and alone; only at the end did I realize my hair had turned white.

Here, fate unfolds in a vast and desolate landscape, where playwrights create masterpieces; there, life is sung of as fleeting as a dream, with Bai Yinghua expressing her joy, anger, and scorn.

The puppet, lost in thought, softly murmurs a mournful song, captivating and enchanting; its tongue, lavishly wielding gold, carves an eternally youthful figure.

The prop maker, guided by reason and love, skillfully manipulates the wonders of nature; the diviner, using divine intervention, delves into the mysteries of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams…

Yue.

A bunch of idiots.

I'm a foot fetishist, I'm a breast fetishist, I'm a leg fetishist, I'm a hair fetishist, I'm a face fetishist, I'm a waist fetishist, I'm a butt fetishist—damn it! Even if I'm a shoulder fetishist, I'm not a hand fetishist!

The white figure cautiously tried to stay awake and strive to perceive the stimulation from Yukino's hands.

"Bai Jun's hands are very stiff, could it be that he's nervous?"

Yukino Yukinoshita tried her best to suppress the emotions swirling in her heart and remain calm, while continuing to deliver her hard oral sex.

"I was really nervous."

Bai Ying replied very frankly.

"Cough cough..."

"Very good, now it's your turn to be nervous."

Clearly, when it comes to the sharpness of words, Yukino Yukinoshita is slightly inferior.

Was I holding hands for too long? Why is Bai Jun's hand so stiff and unresponsive, like a hot stone? He looks very calm, but is he actually nervous and at a loss? Oh no, I can feel the obvious marks on his palms... It must be because of the hot weather and holding hands like this, so sweating is unavoidable, but Bai Jun is still pretending to be calm.

Not reconciled.

Yukino Yukinoshita pursed her lips, slightly raising her eyelids to catch a glimpse of a white figure with a serious expression, slightly expectant of seeing the other person reveal another expression. She applied brave lubricant to her joints, and the swirling emotions in her heart tightened her muscle fibers, like pulling the curtain cord, allowing her palm to slowly exert force, pressing against the feedback and tight elasticity, gently gripping even tighter.

A pinkish-purple substance, resembling both water and mist, gushed from the white figure's hand, then solidified like cooled lava into a right hand with a very peculiar color and shape, as if some sculpted statue had been smashed and then reassembled with white glue or white silk.