Uneasy daily life

Feng Bin's mother doesn't go online often and isn't used to the online PK environment. Her keyboard fighting skills are worrying, and she hasn't yet grasped the ultimate essence of keyboard fighting—to have a calm mind and a tough tongue. She gets quite angry after just a few words.

Ultimately, these are just superficial comments from laymen. The screenwriter and director have both praised He Hua's acting skills; that's the discerning eye of a professional.

While the overall reviews of the film were positive, they were not optimistic about its box office performance and popularity. Moreover, even when there were positive reviews, they were either praising the male lead's excellent acting skills in portraying a split personality, praising the good looks and acting skills of the main supporting actors, or praising the content expressed in the plot. It was impossible to find any truly positive or flowery comments.

Feng Bin's mother searched her daughter's name and found that the news of her daughter's movie appearance did not seem to attract much attention.

We need to find more opportunities. That woman can't simply leave the circle; we need to get Hehua to step up her game...

"Aww... Good morning, Mom."

Feng Bin and Hua emerged from the restroom, looking somewhat sleepy, rubbing their eyes, and not in a good mood.

Yesterday's movie was particularly frustrating. It wasn't noticeable during filming, but after it was edited into the final product, the interactions between the main characters and their families felt incredibly familiar... The bastard probably used himself as material for his writing, how despicable!

The scam orchestrated by that bastard was surprisingly reassuring, even though it wasn't exactly a pleasant surprise. It was a rare feeling that my mother cared about me.

Sigh, I don't even know when I went to sleep yesterday, I must not have gotten enough sleep.

After exchanging greetings, Feng Bin and Hua sat down to have breakfast, and the mother and daughter sat down facing each other at the table.

"Hehua, the movie doesn't seem to be doing well, don't worry about it."

"Uh-huh……"

Why should I care about that? It's as if the movie's poor box office performance is because of me.

"Let me see if there are any movies or TV series that are hiring. If there are, you can give it a try."

"Huh?" Feng Binhehua frowned, annoyed. "I have things to do with my team. Can't I just participate in this one time?!"

Feng Bin's mother pondered for a moment, then said earnestly, "This is for your future development. Perhaps you don't have the talent to succeed as an idol, but acting is different. You've already acted in a movie, and the screenwriter and director said you have potential. You can try to move forward in another direction..."

"Alright! Stop reading!" Feng Bin and Hua raised their voices almost instinctively, saying impatiently, "I can't even handle my own work, and you want to act? You're just making things up! I need to focus on my studies and team matters, where am I going to find so much time!"

Feng Bin's mother frowned, paused slightly, and then continued, "Look at the screenwriter Bai Ying, she's also a student, she can write scripts and stories, and she can even give acting guidance to the crew..."

That bastard!

As if a switch had been flipped, the words scraped across my heart like a friction bar, instantly igniting a flame.

It ignited within me, surged up my throat, and made it impossible to swallow the breakfast I was eating.

Feng Bin and Hua put down their breakfast and said angrily, "Why don't you just go and beg him to be your son!"

"What are you saying? How dare you talk like that?!" Feng Bin's mother said disapprovingly. "I'm thinking about your future! Try being an actor; maybe you'll have better opportunities!"

"What development?! You want me to act? What will the rest of the team think? Just because I haven't become famous, you're already planning to go solo?!"

"When did I ever say you had to leave the team?!"

"Aren't you basically telling me not to waste my time on idol work, and that it's just not going to work?!"

"So you think you're all that great right now? Why are you worried about what others think of you?!"

"Mom! We've worked hard together to get to this point in the selection process—"

"If you truly have a better future as an actor, and instead of congratulating you, they turn against you, then what are your teammates anyway?!"

"I never thought about becoming an actor! Aren't you the one saying that?!"

"Am I wrong?!"

"Yes! Besides saying this is good, that is good, and we should do this and that, what else can you say?!"

Feng Bin and Hua slammed their fists on the table and stood up abruptly, roaring, "Are you some kind of NPC who only knows how to repeat these same lines?! Tell me! Explain yourself clearly! Explain what I need to do to satisfy you?!"

"Think of something yourself that will satisfy me!" Feng Bin's mother said angrily, her expression darkening. "I'm not killing you, I'm letting you try acting! What's with your temper?! You better change your ways! I'm only spoiling you because I'm your mother. Do you see other people spoiling you?!"

"You're so spoiled! What's the point of acting! What's the point of being an idol! If I can't do it well, I won't do it anymore, okay?!"

"Look at what you're saying! Is this even reasonable?!"

"Just like you, you idiot!"

Feng Bin and Hua were filled with rage. They grabbed the bowls on the table and smashed them on the ground. The crisp sound drowned out the arguing. White rice was spilled all over the floor. Feng Bin glared at his mother with red eyes, his breathing becoming unusually rapid, and waves of burning anger burning in his mind.

Crack!

Another bowl shattered into pieces on the ground.

Feng Bin's mother slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"Do you think being able to throw a tantrum makes you powerful?!"

Feng Bin and Hua didn't reply, but ran straight to the door, slightly staggering as they changed their shoes.

"Come back here!"

"I want you to take care of it!"

boom--! !

The door slammed against the wall, causing a violent jolt and bringing the argument to an abrupt end.

Fengbin's mother sat down, silently fuming. Was Kaname going through a rebellious phase? How many times had she argued with her lately? She really didn't understand the hardships of adults at all… Sigh…

After sitting for a while and calming down a bit, Fengbin's mother picked up a broom to clean up the broken pieces and rice grains on the floor. As she was packing up to leave, she was about to straighten the slippers that Fengbin and Hua had taken off when she suddenly noticed something inside the slippers.

She paused for a moment, then took out a small piece of ceramic from her slippers. There were also some dark marks inside the plastic slippers.

……

……

As he ran out of the house, his anger gradually subsided, leaving his mind a blank blank, devoid of anything else.

While sitting on the tram, Toyohama Kazuka noticed her phone ringing. She glanced at the number, then hung up and blocked it without a second thought.

What's going on? This is ridiculous, inexplicable, and ridiculous. It's like an NPC who can't say anything except "not good enough," "needs to work harder," and "others are [expletive]"... I really don't understand... Speaking of which, why did I even become an idol? To keep getting nagged by my mom about not being good enough? It's so annoying! I might as well just ignore everything, quit the entertainment industry, and go to school like a normal person. Anyway, I'm not cut out for this, okay?!

Give up being an idol, retire from the entertainment industry, and stop caring...

Feng Bin and Hua felt that the word "give up" was wonderful. Yes, no matter what, they could be ordinary students. Anyway, they still had some savings and could strive for scholarships. Staying at home was like sitting on a powder keg. Both she and her mother couldn't help but want to ignite that powder keg.

For some reason, I feel a sense of resentment... perhaps it's because I tried my best.

Giving up can answer me no, but it can't undo my resentment; it's a wonderful yet bitter medicine.

Feng Bin and Hua sighed sullenly, then suddenly realized they were standing in front of an apartment building—that bastard's house.

Hmph! It's all this guy's fault! I'll kick him a couple of times to vent my anger. He praised me in front of Mom, but it was clearly a case of flattery to kill! And he's become the 'other person' Mom talks about! Mom is clearly blind and doesn't recognize a scoundrel!

Feng Bin and Hua became increasingly angry as they thought about it.

I may not be as good as others, but I can kick them!

Taking the elevator upstairs, Feng Bin and Hua quickly found the apartment number and poked the doorbell repeatedly.

Ding-dong—ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong—!

"Hmm? Such a messy, graffiti-like doorbell sound..."

With a crunch, Bai Ying bit into the solid fried dough stick and said thoughtfully, "Among the people I know, the first one who would do this... is Hachiman, whom I kidnapped; the second is Yui, whom I kidnapped; and the third is Azusagawa, whose brother I kidnapped..."

"It's Toyohama, isn't it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita poked the fried dough sticks on her plate with her fork, feeling a metallic clang. She asked with a brooding look in her eyes, "Why aren't you opening the door, Haku-kun?"

"No rush, let her be in a hurry."

Bai Ying calmly continued biting into the fried dough stick, managing to taste the flavor of sugarcane from a single stick.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him sideways, then got up and went to open the door.

"mix--"

Kazuha Toyohama was taken aback when she saw Yukino Yukinoshita open the door. Her expression gradually turned strange, and her eyes widened: "Yukinoshita? What are you doing here..."

"Although I don't know what you're misunderstanding, please come in."

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed that the other person's eyes were a little red and there were traces that had not been carefully wiped away.

She probably had another argument with her mother?

The two returned to the living room one after the other. Bai Ying was on her phone, speaking in a calm and serious tone: "Hmm... Miss Feng Bin just arrived, I've already seen her... She doesn't really want to talk to Auntie, she's still angry... Hahaha, all rebellious kids are like that, don't worry too much... Hmm? I understand, I'll ask her, don't worry."

When the white fungus is personified, it's probably trying to cause trouble again.

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously summarized the ecological phenomena of white fungus.

"Hey!"

Upon hearing her mother's name and the news, Feng Binhehua felt a surge of anger. She quickly approached, her expression barely concealed, her actions crystal clear.

Bai Ying hung up the phone, and with lightning speed, bent down and grabbed Feng Binhe's left foot, which was kicking her towards her shin. She then lifted the sandal by the heel.

"Let go! What—what are you doing?!"

From scolding and questioning to panic, Feng Bin and Hua hopped on one foot, trying to pull their left foot back.

"Don't worry, I'm just checking your body..."

Bai Ying calmly tossed the shoes aside, watching her toes frantically move around.

"Haku-kun?!" Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly, walked over quickly, glanced at Toyohama and Hanazono's pale left foot, and saw nothing unusual. "What are you doing?"

Kazuka Toyohama couldn't help but shout, "He's molesting me! Let him go!"

"It's amazing that you can dance without your feet smelling."

Bai Ying didn't let go, otherwise he might get kicked in the chin. He looked at Feng Bin and Hua's other foot and asked curiously, "Does your foot hurt?"

"?"

Feng Bin and Hua looked completely bewildered, their attention subconsciously focused on their right foot that was supporting their body, before belatedly realizing the pain on their faces.

I sat down and took off my sandals. A small cut at the edge of my heel immediately started to bleed.

"Bai Jun, do you have any household disinfectant alcohol?"

"Well, I should never prepare such things. If you're going to rely on me, you'd better find them yourself. I give the hero the right to rummage through boxes and cabinets."

"Alright, stop talking nonsense at a time like this."

Yukino Yukinoshita hurried to Shirakage's room but found nothing. However, on a table in another room, she discovered disinfectant alcohol, cotton swabs, and bandages.

So it was always here.

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up the items, vaguely sensing something was off—were these things on the table before? Logically speaking, who would put these medicines on a desk?

It's probably based on Bai Jun's unconventional way of thinking.

Chapter 106 Hmm?

"Let me give you a thorough treatment, there will absolutely be no infection problems!"

The white figure moved roughly, tearing open the plastic bag with a sinister grin, making a loud noise.

Feng Bin and Hua, who were sitting on the sofa, instinctively shrank back, their eyes twitching: "I can do it myself!"

"Don't be afraid! I just want to soak a cotton swab in alcohol, stick it into your wound, and rotate it forcefully three times to the left and three times to the right..."

"Get up right there!"

Toyohama Kazuka's pupils dilated in shock, and she curled up her left leg, looking ready to retaliate at any moment.

"Alright, Bai Jun, stop scaring people."

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and snatched the cotton swab from Shirokage's hand. Despite deliberately keeping her distance from the opposite sex, she liked to tease people with a few words. It was really awkward.

She bent down and grasped Feng Binhua's right foot, examined it, and said, "The wound is near your heel, no wonder you didn't notice it. It's not serious, you don't need to go to the hospital—just clean and disinfect it and wrap it with gauze—don't talk, I'm going to do it."

Feng Bin and Hua quickly shut their mouths, watching each other nervously and anxiously as the other person touched the alcohol.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Bai Ying shook her head and said, "You're really lucky you didn't step on a shard with the sole of your foot, otherwise..."

A shard of broken bowl cut the sole of his foot? Feng Bin and Hua's eyes twitched as they glared fiercely at the white figure, then they couldn't help but gasp.

The alcohol was applied to the wound, and as it evaporated quickly, it brought a cool sensation. This, combined with a slight dull pain, was particularly stimulating. Cotton swabs were quickly used to wipe away the oozing blood, the movements as swift as handling fish on a cutting board, until the wound stopped bleeding.

Yukino Yukinoshita steadily treated her injuries.

Bai Ying adopted a broadcasting voice and asked, "Dr. Yukinoshita, will the patient experience any aftereffects? For example, will they be unable to dance anymore, will they be left with a scar on their foot, and will they be reminded of the pain of their injury every time it rains..."

Feng Bin and Hua were taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "No, it's not that serious, is it?"