Uneasy daily life

After walking around for a while, Yukinoshita's father became uneasy and coughed, saying, "Young man, carrying these things must be tiring, right?"

"Not tired at all," Bai Ying said meaningfully. "So many people want to ask but haven't had the chance yet."

Yukinoshita's father laughed and said, "I know, you mean those bachelors, right? Hahaha."

Bai Ying laughed and said, "Uncle is absolutely right, hahaha."

The three of us went shopping, but I felt like an outsider.

Yukinoshita's father sighed over the family's history, then suddenly became wary and suspicious.

The relationship between the goddess and the villain is a little too close...

Chapter 108 Mai Sakurajima's Gratitude

"How does this dress look?"

Yukino held up a summer T-shirt and gestured with it.

Bai Ying: "How about the next one?"

Yukinoshita's father: "Buy it! I'll pay for it!"

Yukino smiled but didn't reply, and paid for the T-shirt herself.

While the sales assistant was packing the clothes, Yukinoshita Haruno was looking at other things. Through a full-length mirror, you could see the two of them exchanging glances.

Yukinoshita's father gestured to Shiro with a displeased look: "According to the agreement, shouldn't you be helping me out? Is this your after-sales service? Watch out, I'm giving you a one-star review!"

The white figure blinked blankly: "Dear customer, wasn't I just helping you out?"

Yukinoshita's father frowned: What do you mean by that?

The white figure carried the items, her eyes shifting: "If I act as the emotional intelligence floor, won't that highlight your stature?"

Yukino's father's expression softened slightly: Good! Keep it up!

How do you feel about these pants?

Yukino picked up a pair of white slim-fit trousers, looked at them, and casually asked...

Bai Ying immediately started pointing and criticizing: "White pants will only get uglier the more you wear them. They're only stunning at first glance, which is such a waste. It's summer now, and these pants look pretty tight. They'd be perfect for curing your thighs like ham. The price-performance ratio is too bad. I'm not paying for them."

Yukinoshita's father: "Buy it! I'll pay for it!"

"?" Bai Ying exclaimed in shock, "Uncle, is this your emotional intelligence?!"

Yukinoshita's father said displeasedly, "What? You're not paying and you're still talking so much?"

"So that's what you call lacking emotional intelligence," Bai Ying said strangely. "Has this uncle never gone shopping with an auntie before?"

“She always plans her shopping trips carefully to save time,” Yukino’s father said thoughtfully. “She usually wears handmade kimonos... I’ve never really gone shopping with her much.”

"I see." Bai Ying immediately began her lecture, "You have to praise them, use your eloquence to paint a rosy picture for your employees, praise them to the skies."

Yukinoshita's father: "Praise? Demonstrate one!"

Bai Ying said seriously, "These pants are very nice. The white color is very eye-catching; the close-fitting design can perfectly show off your long and slender legs, which is perfect for you; they are great value for money, and I suggest you have your uncle pay for them right away."

Yukinoshita's father frowned: "Are you being a pervert?"

“That’s right.” Bai Ying immediately corrected herself, “Uncle shouldn’t pay, I should pay.”

"That's not what I'm talking about."

The two were tugging at each other when Yukino Shino, with a forced smile, told the sales assistant, who was trying not to laugh, to pack the items and then went straight to the counter to pay.

My mother... well, it's hard to imagine her having a penchant for shopping. If you remove the filter of that strict mother, she seems more like something out of steel—straightforward and tough.

After buying the items, Yukino handed them to Shiro with a smile and said, "Here you go."

I'll teach you to sell me!

"I see."

The white-clad figure carried things with a commanding presence, almost turning the area into a mobile shelf.

Yukinoshita's father grew displeased. "Aren't you taking away my chance to shine? Where's your support? Are you attacking me?!"

"Young man, carrying all this stuff must be tiring, right?" Yukinoshita's father asked. "Why don't I help you carry it? You can go sit somewhere cool."

"Yeah."

Bai Ying draped all her things over the other person's body and asked with a relaxed expression, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Yukinoshita's father watched the two chatting ahead, then looked at himself, dressed in clothes that made him look like a handbag carrier—this still wasn't right!

"I've lost all interest in shopping," Yukino Haruno said casually. "Weren't you going to buy a computer? Did your old one break?"

"Yes, we underestimated our opponent's strength and ended up smashing to pieces."

Bai Ying recalled yesterday's events and couldn't help but sigh, "My old partner of three years."

Yukino Yukinoshita asked playfully, "You got into a fight with the cat again?"

"It can't be that bad... Hmm? Come to think of it, I do have a cat at home." Bai Ying frowned, puzzled. "I actually have a cat?!"

Yukinoshita's father frowned, and said in a sinister tone, "Why did you keep a cat? You clearly hate cats, yet you still keep one... Young man, you're really two-faced. I'm afraid you're up to no good!"

"If one's appearance and inner thoughts are consistent, wouldn't that become an anatomical diagram?"

"?"

“I actually prefer dogs to cats,” Yukino Yukinoshita said with a smile. “It’s a pity that taking care of pets is too much trouble, and I still can’t do it.”

Yukinoshita's father immediately asked, "It's very simple to keep a dog at home, are you interested, Haruno?"

"Hmm...you can have the hero help you raise it..."

Bai Ying absentmindedly responded twice. There was a cat at home, wasn't there? Apparently, when picking out a birthday present for Hachiman, she impulsively bought a cat for company… Wait a minute! Could it be the Killer Queen influencing her?!

"Yukino is afraid of dogs, aren't you afraid of getting scolded by her?" Yukinoshita Haruno raised her elbow and poked the white figure, then turned and asked her father with a smile, "If we're planning to get a pet at home, is it better to get a cat or a dog?"

Is Yukino afraid of dogs?

Yukinoshita's father's eyes twitched violently, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to respond to that question!

Young man, help me!

"Why don't we raise them together? You two don't go home anyway," Bai Ying said enthusiastically. "It would be best to raise more, so Uncle can watch the cats and dogs wrestle every day..."

Then the goddess will plant me in the ground.

Yukinoshita's father was quite saddened. It had been a torture-like shopping trip. He thought it best to keep things quiet to avoid being attacked by the villain and the goddess.

"By the way, are you planning to come to Fanxing to see Bochi-chan and the others' performance?" Yukinoshita Haruno changed the subject. "I heard from Bochi-chan that you bought a ticket for her."

"I've already paid for the tickets, and you still want me to go see it?"

"Haha, that child cries," Yukinoshita Haruno laughed. "She carelessly lost a ticket and was hiding in the trash can, feeling utterly dejected. Luckily, I kindly went to the shopkeeper and bought her a ticket..."

Bai Ying waved her hand and said, "You would be so kind? I don't believe it."

"Hmm~ The performance doesn't matter. Just watching her jump around and her expressions change from sadness to joy is enough to make the ticket price worthwhile."

Yukino Yukinoshita concluded, "Poch-chan is really interesting."

Bai Ying agreed with this.

Yukinoshita's father was puzzled and cautiously refrained from interrupting. Instead, he analyzed the information... If Haruno was into music, did the 'stars' mentioned in the conversation refer to livehouses or performance halls? As a former delinquent who died young, he had a vague understanding of things like rock and roll, rebellion, and performance halls.

We can look into the 'Starry Night' performance hall in Tokyo later.

Bai Ying bought a new laptop very quickly. She quickly checked the prices and eliminated some models. She didn't care about the salesperson's introduction of any excellent features or high-end products. She escaped the trap of consumerism and adhered to the principle of pragmatism. The time she spent buying things was not as long as the time she spent traveling.

"Uncle, I'll talk to Aunt Sakurajima later and you can go for the interview. I have to go home first."

Bai Ying picked up her things and prepared to leave.

"Hey, you jerk." Yukinoshita Haruno checked the time. "It's only been less than two hours, and you're already planning to leave—is this how you invited me out?"

The white figure retorted, "Is it possible that I'm just playing you?"

"Fine, you owe me a shopping trip then," Yukino Yukinoshita said casually. "Next time, ask me out for a proper outing."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay, alright, alright, alright..."

Bai Ying readily agreed and quickly walked towards the tram station, glancing left and right from time to time, looking as if there were villains around trying to harm her.

What important thing has happened to that jerk lately? Or is he just going through his usual mental breakdown?

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then turned to see her father standing ramrod straight. She reached for the things she had bought and asked calmly, "What conditions did Father agree to that scoundrel? It's really something that he would trick me into coming here."

A smile hides a knife!

"Cough cough..."

Yukinoshita's father coughed lightly and decisively sold Bai Ying, hoping to get leniency for confessing, actively reforming, reporting for a reduced sentence, and admitting guilt without fleeing.

"Ms. Sakurajima?" Yukinoshita Haruno's expression was a little strange. Why would she help someone find a job? Why would she need to come to her company to work? Did she complain that her original job was too easy and the salary was too high? Although the rascal did have some interaction with Ms. Sakurajima on set, he didn't see anything special about it.

It's hard to say, after all, a scoundrel's specialty is dealing with people. Some things he says may seem insignificant to him, but they could be a precise and devastating blow to Ms. Sakurajima.

Yukino's eyes flickered, and she put on a smiling expression: "Father said you're going to interview Ms. Sakurajima later? I'll go with you. It's been a long time since I've been to the company."

Yukinoshita's father nodded in agreement, his expression a mixture of unspoken feelings and unspoken words.

Isn't this situation a bit off...? It's not about the goddess's attitude towards me, which is fine no matter what, but rather the goddess's attitude towards the impairment amount.

Thinking about it carefully, the goddess sang the end theme song in the movie written and acted by the villain, and the villain even wrote the lyrics for that song. The villain and the goddess also had common topics in music, and it seems they even went to a performance hall together.

Yukino's father coughed and, on the way to the company, broke the silence: "Is Haruno playing rock and roll?"

"Rock? I haven't paid much attention to music genres," Yukino Haruno said casually. "Anyway, I'll just do whatever comes to mind—why is Father asking this? Does he think I smoke, drink, and play rock?"

Yukino's father sighed. Now, he had no choice but to bear the guilt himself.

“Your mom and I went to see a movie and listened to the end credits song you sang. Your mom doesn’t know much about rock music, so she looked up some things online and came to ask me about it…”

You wouldn't want the goddess to come to Tokyo and interrogate you, would you?

"Anyway, I haven't done any of the things she's thinking." Yukinoshita Haruno said with a pout, "I have a clear conscience, so I don't care."

Yukinoshita's father nodded, trying to find a topic to talk about: "Hmm... that song was sung quite well."

"Don't force a conversation if you can't connect with someone," Yukinoshita Haruno laughed. "You're quite talkative and good at rambling when you're chatting with that jerk."

The father had a slight stomachache under the snow.

The father and daughter arrived at the company entrance in silence.

……

……

boom!

Bai Ying quickly returned to her home in Yokohama and forcefully pushed open the door.

"Meow~" The little black cat in the corner of the living room, who was happily eating from a torn bag of cat food, let out a dissatisfied meow.

When the little black cat woke up, there was no one to serve it, and it had to fend for itself even to eat. The cat looked very unhappy and its face fell.

"Something's not right. How could I be raising a demon... Did the hero force it on me? Or did I develop inner demons and unconsciously do things in the past that I would regret now? Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am a reincarnated and enlightened expert."

Bai Ying muttered to herself as she put away her newly bought equipment, picked up a trash bag, packed up the little black cat that rushed towards her, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

'The haters are going too far.'

Sakurajima Mai complained helplessly, "It's a pity the little black cat can't see me either. Aren't cats supposed to be able to communicate with spirits?"

“There is a sense of incongruity, a very serious sense of incongruity—as the saying goes, stay away from housing, gambling, and drugs; I can’t possibly buy myself a cage.”

The white figure revealed a sharp gaze, pacing back and forth in the living room, muttering to himself as he searched for any unusual traces: "It's too clean! How could my place be so tidy? Why is there a picture of me on this shrine? Would I put my own picture there?"

Sakurajima Mai paused for a moment. The hater had noticed something was off so quickly. Was he just incredibly self-aware, or was he simply not quite right in the head? Right! Hater, remember now, I'm the one who uploaded this photo for you!

"Probably!"

Bai Ying touched his chin in front of the shrine, lit an incense stick for himself, and put his hands together, saying, "Bless me with endless inspiration and a constant flow of literary ideas."

Mai Sakurajima raised a hand to her forehead, both amused and exasperated: 'When the abnormal meets the abnormal, that's also a kind of normalcy.'

Are you making fun of me?