Uneasy daily life

“I’m telling my own story.”

Mai Sakurajima glanced at the other person and said in a complicated tone, "It's not a question of what to do, but rather that ideals and reality are all mixed up. It's not something that can be solved by simply choosing a direction or having a thought..."

“You want too many things,” Bai Ying mumbled, chewing on squid. “You want to reconcile with your mother, but you don’t want her to interfere with your choices. You want to maintain a friendly relationship with the stick figures, but you’re troubled by the grudges and feuds between your elders. You want to stick to a career you love, but you’re also troubled by the negative impact of that career.”

Sakurajima Mai rolled her eyes at him: "You're so annoying."

"You're still doubting your feelings—when you're in a high-risk environment like a suspension bridge, and your heart is racing when you meet other people, you might mistake that racing heartbeat for attraction, and that could lead to feelings called love... Crisis and risk are interesting things. Couples who are only superficially compatible can't get rid of each other because of this, and even couples who are deeply in love can't hold on to each other because of this."

"You must know about the suspension bridge effect, so you're also troubled by it."

As Bai Ying ate her barbecue, her casual remark almost made Sakurajima Mai instinctively retort, but she quickly calmed down, neither denying nor admitting it. She simply smiled and asked, "You're making such a sensible point, so which one do you think I am? The false emotions brought about by the suspension bridge effect, or are they real?"

"neither."

Bai Ying chuckled strangely, "I think your distress and self-deception are what's truly interesting."

Mai Sakurajima: #!

"And what about Haku-kun?" Mai Sakurajima changed the subject. "What are Haku-kun's ideals?"

The white-clad figure crossed his arms and rested his chin on them, saying, "Studying humans."

"what?"

“I used to be a very self-assured person—sometimes attacking ideals with worldly views, and sometimes attacking worldly views with ideals. I wasn’t born fickle; I was just tired of being with myself.”

Bai Ying briefly recalled her past life and said with interest, "When you are full of passion, you vent your anger at the injustices of the world; when you are disheartened, you laugh at naivety and childishness; when you have nothing, you are most insatiable; when you achieve success, you crave self-worth."

"Neither good nor bad, quiet and unassuming, neither salty nor bland, from simple to complex, from complex to simple."

Sakurajima Mai asked with a strange expression, "Is this another theatrical story you're going to create?"

“Hmm, that’s a good idea.” Bai Ying gestured excitedly. “An adult and a student, their discussions about the world and society clash, and they start attacking each other…”

Mai Sakurajima recalled her many past performances and became somewhat interested: "Students represent optimistic ideals, while adults represent pessimistic realities?"

No, the other way around.

Bai Ying held up a wooden stick and described in a deep voice: "It was raining at night, a light drizzle. An office worker who had worked late was taking shelter from the rain at the station. A high school student with a backpack was already standing there. The rain was heavy, and the two started chatting..."

The white figure gestured to Sakurajima Mai to make the first move.

……

……

How to talk to students who are taking shelter from the rain?

The adult thought for a moment and casually asked, "Young man, are you a student at Zongwu High School?"

"Zongwu High School, second in the grade, knows he needs to work hard in his studies." The student retorted, sounding less friendly, "Uncle, you're so old, you must be married and rich, right?"

"of course."

An adult's fleeting glance tells a story, and he said without batting an eye, "My work is going well, my family is harmonious, and my loans are all paid off—you need to work harder, and when you reach my age..."

“I should be your boss,” the student said with a sidelong glance. “The company name on your name tag is mine, and my dad is the current boss.”

The adults fell silent, never expecting to run into the boss's son while seeking shelter from the rain.

Isn't this setting a bit excessive?

As a positive and optimistic adult, he cleared his throat and said, "Your dad works very hard."

"My grandfather works very hard too," the student said regretfully. "As the saying goes, 'Like father, like son.' You're so old and still working overtime, it must be because your dad isn't hardworking enough, right?"

You little rascal!

The adult adopted a serious attitude and said, "Young man, your ancestors worked very hard, and you haven't been slacking off either. You've worked hard and gotten second place in your grade. Keep up the good work..."

The student said, "The top student in the grade wrote an essay titled 'My Congressman Father,' and I was indeed not as hardworking as her."

Adults: "..."

Was an innocent person framed?

“Child, you are still young.” The adult continued to play the positive card, “The meaning of life is not in where you start, but in the distance you travel yourself – don’t ask yourself what you have, but ask yourself what you have accomplished. Even if you are to inherit billions, be optimistic and make sure that billions are worth even a penny more.”

The student exclaimed in surprise, "This uncle actually volunteered to take a pay cut?!"

The adult couldn't hold back any longer: "I mean you need to improve your own abilities and lead the company to become bigger and stronger..."

"When I become the boss, I'll lay off the incompetent uncle," the student said with a sneer. "I'll provide the uncle with a starting point to measure his journey, making it easier for him to create more value for his life."

"To be honest, the company has been having some problems lately." The adult suddenly smiled faintly. "I've already contacted the core members of the company, and we're going to leave tomorrow to start our own business. This is the result of my hard work, so you don't have to worry about inheriting the family fortune after graduation."

The student said, "That means Dad's efforts were meaningless."

Adults: "..."

"The station is too small, only big enough for two people to take shelter from the rain. The uncle is afraid to get wet, so he's trying his best to stay here."

The students stepped into the wind and rain outside the station.

Hey! You haven't paid for the barbecue yet!

The barbecue restaurant owner peeked out and called out. The white figure, who had walked a short distance in the rain, stopped and turned around. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and raindrops pelted his body. From the wind and rain, he asked a carefree question: "Boss, what is the meaning of life?"

The barbecue restaurant owner said warily, "Pay up!"

"puff……"

Mai Sakurajima made no attempt to hide her laughter.

After paying, Bai Ying braved the rain and headed towards Mai Sakurajima's house, the hard drive carefully wrapped in a plastic bag.

Sakurajima Mai followed behind, splashing through the puddles. The sound of the rain made the city exceptionally quiet. The feeling of the raindrops on her body reminded her of her childhood—when she was carefree and would sometimes estimate the distance and time if it rained heavily, braving the wind and rain to go home without an umbrella.

"I really like Hater."

"what do you like?"

"Of course it's acting. It's like walking in the rain without any worries, predicting risks, or assessing whether it's worth it... You don't need to worry about the troubles that this road will bring, nor do you need to worry about the opinions and views of the people around you, as long as you have the willingness to brave the rain."

Mai Sakurajima lifted her face, raindrops wetting her cheeks, soaking her hair and clothes. The downpour washed away the entanglements, confusion, and worries about the future in her heart—she shouldn't have waited until the problems were solved before returning to the entertainment industry; instead, she wanted to go back to the entertainment industry.

Annoyed by the fervor of fans, the harassment of reporters, the distress of her mother's plans and choices, the guilt of 'abandoning' her mother, and the concern and consideration for Kazuha... she resolves to return to this path, and many unpleasant and troubling things resurface in her mind.

But I'm going to get rained on.

"Hey hater, next time you write a script, I'll let you play the female lead for free."

"You? You're too weak."

"I have made great progress."

"You're not very skilled."

The sounds of conversation in the wind and rain gradually faded away.

……

……

The white figure suddenly opened his eyes, and the Killer Queen was riding on top of him, throwing a punch.

He quickly raised his hand to block—the fist passed by his arm, and there was no way to meet it head-on.

Bai Ying finally came to her senses, retracted the Killer Queen, and scratched her head in confusion. Had she just had a strange dream? When did the Killer Queen revert to its original form…? It seemed like she had released the suppression measures because she thought she could subdue it?

strangeness.

Bai Ying got out of bed, looked around, and her expression became even more subtle.

My house?

Why would I buy a house? To turn it into a secret base?

Where would I get the money to buy a house?

Is the director of "The Untamed" a box office hit?

Chapter 104 Mai Sakurajima's Observation

I disappeared?

I disappeared.

It felt strange, like I knew this for granted, that the last person who remembered me had forgotten me, and there was a sense of relief, like being freed from the last thread of restraint—a false, absurd relief. I need to rewrap the thread and adjust it to the most comfortable position.

I once had the thought of escaping everything, of becoming someone no one knew, someone who didn't know my thoughts—perhaps that was the cause...

Mai Sakurajima lay calmly on the white shadow's bed, turning her head to look at the white shadow who was fast asleep.

The Killer Queen rose from the white figure, slowly clenching her fist and aiming it at the sleeping figure.

? !

Sakurajima Mai's eyes widened, and she slapped the sleeping white figure.

"Hateboy! Wake up!"

……

……

"hiss--!"

Bai Ying touched her face, feeling rather strange. Why did her face feel a little sore? Had someone stuffed a piece of metal into her pillow?

They beat the pillow repeatedly, but no abnormalities were found.

Bai Ying sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, and took out her phone to dial a number.

【Hello...who is it? Oh, is it the traitor?】

"Someone's trying to frame me," Bai Ying said with certainty. "Who in the troupe is getting revenge on me? Bai Yinghua? The prop master? Or you, you piece of trash?"

[Haaah... Let me think—well, you deserved it.]

Bai Ying said knowingly, "You did it!"

【What's the reason? 】

Bai Ying sneered, "The fact that you didn't immediately accuse or name anyone proves that it was you, you piece of trash, who did it."

[Get lost! You called me so early in the morning just to frame me? Don't bother me, I'm very busy...]

"Kavin Kaven Kaven Kaven Kaven Kaven Kaven..."

The white figure immediately began reciting the author's requiem. Meanwhile, the playwright on the other end promptly died.

Strange, wasn't it his cronies in the theater troupe who were playing pranks on him?

Bai Ying summoned the Assassin Queen, squinting at her expressionless face: "Did you do it?"

The Killer Queen's silence was clearly a sign that she was plotting a rebellion.

Retracting the substitute, the white figure slowly stood up, looked around, and suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha! I've already seen you!"

Mai Sakurajima pinched her index finger with her thumb and flicked it at the white figure's forehead.

It missed.

Was the slap just now delivered because Bai Ying was sleeping?

Mai Sakurajima began to study it with great interest; the black-fan guy had quite a few secrets.

"You think you've hidden it well?!"

The white figure looked towards the balcony, its voice sharp and stern.

"The demon must reveal itself at once!"

The white figure crouched down and peered under the bed, moving like a mad rabbit.

"Hmph! I can smell the stench on you!"

The white figure suddenly leaped up, looking towards the door with a hawk-like gaze.

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita appeared at the doorway, her lips tightly pressed together, her back teeth clenched so that her cheeks bulged slightly, and her face turned dark.