Uneasy daily life

Angelina thought for a moment and shook her head: "I've been staying home a lot lately."

"Can your superpowers defeat Killer Queen? I have a slight doubt about that."

"It should be fine, right? I've read the comics. Maintaining this distance is safe. I can hit the officer, but Killer Queen can't hit me."

Angelina wasn't quite sure either, and stared nervously, getting ready.

It seems we'll have to use the final solution depending on the circumstances.

Bai Ying scratched his head with his right hand, shrugged, and looked at Sakurajima Mai. His expression shifted between sorrow and joy, his lips moved slightly, and finally his attitude became serious. He said softly, "There is a pitiful, thick barrier between us..."

click!

Mai Sakurajima gripped Bai Ying's left hand tightly, her smile forced and unsatisfying: "Hater! Don't tell me jokes at a time like this!"

"If life were only as beautiful as the first meeting, we could deceive each other as much as we could."

The white figure shrugged: "Why be so serious? At worst, we can just switch to a race called Ghost..."

“Stepping on his foot has limited effect on Hater,” Mai Sakurajima said coldly. “If I became a ghost, I would pinch Hater’s face every day, provided that Hater has that kind of thing.”

Bai Ying retorted, "You really enjoy rewarding me that much?"

"?"

Before Mai Sakurajima could speak, the white figure suddenly released her hand.

As she looked up, she involuntarily took a few steps back. The thing that had once been fragmented and barely retained a human shape now appeared remarkably intact.

Its smooth, pinkish-purple exterior was without a single crack. There were cat-ear-like upright structures on both sides of its head. The vertical pupils in its crimson eyes revealed no emotion, yet it moved as if it were alive. It passed over Angelina, paused for a moment in Mai Sakurajima's hand, and then stared at the white figure.

Is it alive? Or dead? A strong sense of strangeness made Mai Sakurajima tense up – is the hater doing something particularly dangerous? That makes sense, her own puberty syndrome is troublesome enough, and his doesn't seem to be much better.

Bai Ying clenched her fist, having no energy to think about anything else. She was still focused on controlling the body herself, but she could sense that the Killer Queen was rebelling, trying to seize control of her body. A variety of complex and fragmented thoughts flowed through her mind, mixed with self-awareness, giving rise to all sorts of ideas...

A peaceful life, unconcerned about how the world changes, away from the stage, abandoning creation...

Indulging in one's own desires, first stealing the hero's hand for temporary satisfaction, then imprisoning the hero to prolong his "shelf life"...

The Killer Queen, except for her eyes, remained motionless, superimposed on the white figure.

Angelina watched nervously, her superpowers poised to be unleashed.

"call……"

Bai Ying slowly exhaled, revealing a calm and composed smile, her voice slightly changing: "Relax, I'm fine."

"Huh?" Angelina subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and said happily, "Sir, you..."

"I just want a peaceful life and have no interest in causing disturbances, making enemies, or arguing over opinions..."

Bai Ying's voice had completely changed and sounded somewhat familiar.

Angelina was stunned. Wasn't this exactly like Yoshikage Kira from the TV series?!

I prefer to nip the problem in the bud—

A sinister smile crept across Bai Ying's calm face. He charged toward the door, snarling, "For the sake of my peaceful life, please disappear forever!"

"Gu——!"

Angelina's eyes widened. The white figure stopped in front of her, who was stunned. The assassin queen, who was shrouded in her body, was less than half a meter away from Angelina.

"Tsk tsk, 95..."

"Eek! E ...

Amidst the shrill soprano voice, the white figure took flight and crashed headfirst into the ceiling. Even with the Killer Queen cushioning the impact, her head still throbbed with pain—wait a minute! This force seems different from the test. Didn't you say you hadn't trained your superpowers?!

"Ahhhhh!!"

Angelina, eyes closed, flailed her arms wildly, sending the white shadow flying and crashing around the room like a bouncy ball. The disloyal Assassin Queen was forced to protect the white shadow, sharing the damage. The white shadow calmly flew through the air until it noticed the room's furnishings began to shake. In the indiscriminate grasping of force, the table and the laptop on it were sent flying...

My brainchild!

"Stop! My computer!!"

"Ugh?"

Angelina stopped using her superpowers and opened her eyes in a daze.

Bang! The white figure landed perfectly on the bed and quickly got up and reached out.

*Thud!* The laptop crashed to the floor, spewing out a few fragments from who-knows-where, its heroic sacrifice complete.

Angelina froze for two seconds, her mind racing, and exclaimed, "Were you just scaring me?!"

Oh no! I'm at a moral disadvantage!

Bai Ying had no time to grieve, and retorted sharply, "Didn't you say you hadn't practiced superpowers? Why is your strength so much greater than when you were in school?! My laptop, which has been with me for three whole years—and today it's dead at your hands!"

"I didn't practice at all..."

Angelina stared at the remnants of the intelligence on the ground and suddenly remembered her experiences using superpowers. She felt guilty. Could it be?

Upon seeing this, Bai Ying immediately asked, "What did you do with your superpowers? Earn pocket money by carrying bricks on a construction site? Wear black stockings and a mask to impersonate a notorious thief? Optimize your biological drive capabilities to surpass delivery scooters?"

"No! Nothing at all!" Angelina quickly said, "It's just my weight..."

Angelina quickly shut up.

Bai Ying exclaimed in surprise, "You used it to deceive the weighing scale?!"

"Gu——!"

"I thought that occasionally using my desires to create was already a sign of broad thinking, but little did I know there are always higher mountains to climb, and madness upon madness..."

Bai Ying lay on the bed: "9527, I'll apply to the troupe leader later to promote you to a full member of the Scarlet Troupe."

Angelina blushed, feeling that she had been greatly slandered.

Sakurajima Mai was completely baffled, not understanding why the hater's performance had elicited such a strong reaction from Angelina... to the point of flinging people and objects through the air. Was this also puberty syndrome? Can puberty syndrome be actively used instead of being passively endured?

……

It took flight.

I felt myself flying lightly, my feet not touching the ground, my mind free of worries, my whole body light and free, soaring freely among the clouds. This feeling was exceptionally unfamiliar and novel. People often say that one can only see far by climbing high. If I flew high enough, I could surely reach anywhere, right? But humans are not birds after all. Birds have their own wings, and humans have their own worries—thinking of this, my body felt heavy, yet I couldn't return to the ground.

I didn't fly, so why can't I land? Something is holding me back, and I feel a pulling sensation. I look up and see white clouds forming a large face that also bears the surname Bai. His face is full of strange smiles, and the pulling sensation comes from the fingers that are reaching out and pinching my waist.

I shrunk and was picked up by a white shadow?!

"Gah gah gah—! A foolish hero like you was born to be eaten by the Demon King!"

"I want to eat the hero! Ah—!"

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly opened her eyes, and tears welled up instantly from the sunlight streaming through the window.

She sat up, her mind slowly clearing as she noticed the clothes covering her.

Hmm? These clothes look like Bai Jun's... Why are Bai Jun's clothes here?

Wait... After learning about Bai Jun's hand fetish, I couldn't sleep for two whole days. Yesterday... did Bai Jun drug me?

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly woke up, looking around in alarm at her body and the side, fearing that someone was lying next to her and might even make a comment.

There was no one around, and I didn't feel anything special about myself.

Yukino Yukinoshita breathed a slight sigh of relief, only to realize that she had relaxed too soon.

She hadn't changed her clothes or taken off her socks, and the unbearable odor filled her nostrils. A feeling of utter unease, as if she were trapped in mud, washed over her. Yukino Yukinoshita, who always showered before bed and changed into her pajamas, felt a buzzing unease in her head.

Clearly, he was knocked down and thrown onto the bed, then covered with a blanket without any regard for anything, and even 'thoughtfully' added a piece of clothing on top of him.

Hmm? My lips feel a little sticky...

Yukino Yukinoshita raised her hand and wiped it.

It's saliva that's fermented overnight.

White fungus——! !

Chapter 103 Mai Sakurajima's Disappearance

"The hard drive isn't damaged, and the data inside is fine. Your laptop is a bit old; repairing it might cost more than buying a new one."

"Since it's an antique, would the owner be interested in buying it at a high price?"

The owner was clearly not an art enthusiast; he said he could help dispose of the junk for free, but nothing else was up for discussion.

As Bai Ying walked out of the shop, she sighed, "When I'm in a good mood, I call it an antique; when I'm in a bad mood, I call it junk. I guess that's just human economics..."

“It’s time for Hater-kun to get a new notebook,” Mai Sakurajima said with a smile. “If you don’t have enough money, you can write me an IOU. Maybe you’ll remember me after I disappear.”

"Ha! You want to be my creditor now? You'll probably try to bully me later. No way! Instead of borrowing money from you, I'd rather squeeze some of your long-forgotten pocket money. It'll help her reduce her calorie intake and buy me new equipment. It's a win-win situation!"

"Besides, I'm not short of money..."

Bai Ying took the hard drive, quickly calculated the cost, and figured it wouldn't be a problem to just replace it with a laptop; it was just a storage device, after all, and besides, the payment from the director of "The Untamed" was quite generous. Perhaps it was a case of "what you keep thinking about will eventually come to pass," because just as she was pondering this, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from the director of "The Untamed".

Seeing this, Mai Sakurajima pointed to a barbecue restaurant by the roadside and gestured with her eyes: "Have dinner?"

Bai Ying gave an OK sign and then answered the phone.

Hey bro, are the movie theaters near you full?

The premiere has ended, and the box office figures have been roughly tallied. As for the results... we can already draw some conclusions from Okita Tadashi's slightly trembling voice.

"Definitely not. Director, if you were to describe this movie..."

Bai Ying said excitedly, "On this side, Guan Yu was defeated at Maicheng, and his Longzhong plan came to naught; on the other side, Xiang Yu stopped at Wujiang, and his grand ambitions were in vain. In front, Sima Yi disguised himself as a woman, his wolfish cunning was thwarted, and he fell from grace at Wuzhangyuan; behind him, Wanyan Gou sold his mourning clothes at the door, and with twelve gold tablets, he died at Fengbo Pavilion."

[Impossible! My bro, your script is so brilliant, it's destined to be a huge hit! With our combined efforts, we should sweep the summer box office, dominate cinemas, and leave an indelible mark on film history!]

The director has probably gone completely mad; all the champagne he was celebrating before the film's release has turned into colorful paint smeared on his face.

"I did write it quite well, but so-called success and fame are somewhat due to God's smile and the market giving you a handout." Bai Ying sighed, "Director, just accept your fate. Art films plus your whimsical editing are bound to flop."

【I don't believe it! I refuse to accept my fate! Is it possible that my current situation is like Goujian biding his time, rebuilding his power and conquering Wu; or Deng Ai secretly crossing the river and destroying Shu; observing the rise and fall of Guandu, Chibi, and Hanzhong, the rise and fall are unpredictable, and Sima Yi will take control of the game; watching Imagawa, Oda, and Toyotomi, the outcome is predetermined, and Tokugawa will close the curtain!】

Bai Ying asked in surprise, "They all died, and then it was recorded in the book. Is that what the director wanted too?"

Okita Masashi must have lost his temper. He shouted that dreams wouldn't die here, and then hung up the phone.

"The director of 'The Untamed' has finally suffered a severe blow to his Daoist heart, and now he dares to hang up on me..."

Bai Ying revealed a smug smile: "Once he finishes reading the comments section, he'll close it; once he finishes reading the media reports, he'll close them. When he stops reading everything, he'll be left to drown in his ideals, hehehe!"

"You wrote this script, you hater."

Mai Sakurajima glanced sideways at the gloating person.

"I will avenge the one who locked me up in that dark room!"

Bai Ying nodded and pondered, "Without your reputation to draw in audiences, the director of 'The Untamed' will definitely take the first step of flopping, followed by a huge flop, reduced screenings, a box office collapse, and eventually disappear from theaters without a trace. The adolescent syndrome is truly wonderful."

Mai Sakurajima responded with a dismissive tone, raising an eyebrow and asking, "You were involved in the movie quite a bit, don't you feel it's a pity that all your efforts went to waste?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, from a societal perspective, successful people are always a minority, and most people fail. People always talk about the conflict between ideals and reality, but aren't there more failures and setbacks among those who pursue ideals and those who pursue reality? Since both are failures, why not pursue ideals? The director of The Untamed has gone mad. He wants fame and fortune, he wants recognition. He wants to win, and wanting to win is a big taboo."

Bai Ying picked up the menu and casually remarked, "As expected, there's a whole bunch of seafood."

Ideals...

Sakurajima Mai rested her chin on her hand and, after Shirokage ordered the food, ordered some other things as well, of course, relying on Shirokage to help her select them.

As night approached, the sky darkened, while the ground shone with even brighter light. The streetlights along the roadside seemed to project their light onto the sky, transforming into tiny, grain-like stars. Soon, dark clouds gradually gathered, covering the sky and boiling the summer heat, turning it into a sticky, sultry heat that clung to the body and was impossible to shake off.

It looked like it was going to rain, and the few customers in the shop quickly devoured their food to avoid being dragged down with the rain.

The owner served the grilled food one by one, then retreated backstage, from which the sound of a TV drama could be faintly heard. Sakurajima Mai could hear some of her own voice in the drama, and after absorbing the lines, she roughly guessed which TV series it was. Judging from the owner's clueless attitude when serving the food, he obviously couldn't see her either.

In this world, perhaps the only people who can still observe themselves are the haters.

Mai Sakurajima picked up a skewer and took a bite. The fact that she could eat it meant that no one was taking pictures of her, and the owner didn't seem to care about what was happening in the shop.

"Ideals and reality are inherently interfering with each other."

Mai Sakurajima suddenly said, "Pursuing one's ideals inevitably leads to misunderstanding and opposition from those close to you. Even if you stubbornly persist, there will inevitably be times when things become too difficult to reverse. If you pursue a realistic path, you sometimes can't help but feel lost about what you're doing, and you can only rely on the strength you get from others..."

“I understand,” Bai Ying said knowingly. “You’re talking about your friend’s story, right?”