Uneasy daily life

"definitely!"

"Isn't your sister as gentle and beautiful as water, as graceful and refined as jade in a clear stream?"

"That's right!"

Bai Ying nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand! So your sister is a deformed woman with delicate features, broad shoulders and a thick waist, who says one thing in public and another in private..."

"You're the deformed one!" Feng Bin and Hua retorted first, but then realized it wasn't quite an accurate description, scratching their heads and at a loss for words, "Anyway, she's very beautiful."

Bai Ying gave an "oh" and asked with malicious intent, "Who's prettier, you or your sister?"

"Of course it's my older sister!" Fengbin and Hua insisted.

"You blind fangirl."

Bai Ying shook his head and sighed. Sakurajima Mai's face was almost next to his, her eyes fixed on Bai Ying's pupils—those black eyes really didn't seem to be looking at him. The puzzled and thoughtful expression on her face seemed to be trying to sketch out an image of 'Sakurajima Mai' from Toyohama Kazuka's words.

Without speaking to him, he is indeed a very handsome guy. No matter what expression he makes, he always has a vibrant feeling. His harmonious and coordinated facial features can give people a stunning first impression, and upon closer inspection, they are very pleasing to the eye... Although this guy is basically a deceptive setup at first glance, upon closer inspection, you will often be distracted by what he says.

Mai Sakurajima blinked, her voice softening slightly: 'Hateboy? You can see me, right?'

"Hmph!" Toyohama Kazuka said irritably, "Aren't you also a fan of my sister?"

"Huh? Fans? Me?"

Bai Ying scoffed and raised a hand to wipe her hair: "Why would I need to be someone's fan? I'd be more like a hater."

Toyohama Kazuka: "..."

"Hmm? Am I really a hater of your sister?" Bai Ying frowned. "Could it be that we've gotten into some kind of feud? Did your sister criticize my creative work? Or did I criticize your sister's celebrity status?"

Feng Bin and Hua insisted, "It must have been you! Humph, you still haven't thought of your sister, you hater... Hehe."

Exactly, everyone remembered everything except the hater. What a disappointing level of hater purity.

Mai Sakurajima pouted, glanced at the white figure so close to her, slightly pursed her lips, and gently blew a breath towards the white figure's eyes.

Suddenly, the white figure's face drew closer. Mai Sakurajima's pupils contracted, and she instinctively tilted her head back, retreating hastily with slightly flustered steps. But then she saw the white figure charging towards her aggressively, and her mind went blank for a moment—the white figure ran past her, accompanied by a burst of laughter, and rushed into the bedroom.

"Hahahaha! Hehehe! Your sister really is a lecher!"

Sakurajima Mai: "..."

'Hateboy! Can you see me?!'

Sakurajima Mai shouted sharply, her expression contorted and her face flushed—if he could see, then what she did when the hater called her mother earlier… impossible! He definitely couldn't have seen it! If puberty syndrome were so easy to solve, the hater wouldn't have been jumping around and dragging it out until now!

That's right! He definitely didn't see anything!

"I know what all that nonsensical stuff I wrote was!"

Bai Ying excitedly carried out her newly bought laptop, placed it on the table, and started clicking rapidly with her fingers: "I was wondering why some documents felt strange. I had the impression that I wrote them, but there were many inconsistencies. I felt like there was something I couldn't see clearly. I even thought I was getting Alzheimer's and was stuck in the dementia of writing and forgetting at the same time."

"What do you mean 'a lecher'!" Feng Binhehua retorted, "You're not allowed to slander my sister!"

"look!"

Bai Ying pointed to an open document, gesturing for Feng Bin and Hua to come forward.

Feng Bin and Hua peeked out, raised an eyebrow, their pupils dilated in surprise, and their faces were full of strange expressions.

What is it? Surely the hater isn't secretly using their own creations to...something inappropriate, right?!

Sakurajima Mai calmed down a bit, walked to the other side of the white figure, and peeked at the screen.

"A Brief Analysis of Mai Sakurajima's Multiple Colors.pptx"

'Black-Pink Guy!!!'

'You actually wrote this down in all seriousness?!'

Mai Sakurajima tried to deliver a roar that transcended quantum mechanics into the white shadow's ear.

"I'm thinking of calling the police." Feng Bin and Hua Ye almost couldn't hold back, but after carefully reading some of the content, they found that they could hold back again. "Putting all that aside, how can we help my sister get seen again?"

“From your description, I can roughly figure out some things. In the end, the so-called invisible people in society are just not famous enough. Once you become famous, people all over the country will care about your sister. You said that your sister was involved in ‘They’, so we can start from that aspect.”

Bai Ying looked confident: "I'm pretty sure it'll become a hit... Hmm, I'll contact the director of 'The Untamed' first and ask him to give me some approval... Let me promote the movie for him today."

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Feng Bin and Hua looked completely bewildered, but couldn't think of any other solutions.

Mai Sakurajima's brow twitched slightly, sensing something ominous in every sense of the word.

"call……"

Bai Ying opened her palm and winked at Feng Bin and Hua.

Feng Bin and Hana asked curiously, "What?"

"Put your hand up here." Bai Ying flexed her fingers.

"what?!"

Feng Bin and Hua immediately raised their hands to draw their swords, ready to cut off the dog's head.

"Stop messing around, be serious, I need to experience firsthand what it's like to become a pervert."

"You're already a pervert!"

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Everyone involved, the structure of the fireworks festival organizing committee, the execution method, the fireworks review standards, the selection of the venue... Hmm, we also need to consider the weather forecast, choose a time within the remaining two weeks, and the layout of the promotional website...

Yukino Yukinoshita drank a cup of coffee, tapped on the keyboard, and occasionally looked at some documents, suggestions and records sent by her father, filtering out those words that had personal grudges against Haku-kun, and stumbling through the process of figuring out the framework of the plan.

Holding Knight, who was slumped over the table, in her arms, Yukino Yukinoshita relaxed a little from her swirling thoughts.

I'm going to be busy, and I probably won't have much free time for the rest of the summer vacation. We'll have less time to meet, but thankfully it's not a big problem. With Bai Jun's ability to kill bees and butterflies, there's no need to worry too much.

There were two agreements between us, which could have provided some opportunities to spend time together, but I've been so busy lately that the agreements are pretty useless...

Shall we invite Bai Jun to the fireworks festival?

The thought immediately vanished when Yukino Yukinoshita had it. Given Haku's habit of joining in the fun, he would definitely come even without her invitation, and they couldn't afford to waste the agreed-upon day like that.

...Should I ask Bai Jun to help me organize the fireworks festival?

Yukino Yukinoshita stroked the white cat once in one direction and once in the other, her thoughtful expression gradually becoming more animated.

and many more……

Bai Jun helped (×).

Bai Jun adds to the chaos (√).

This is my first time officially representing my family at work, so it's very significant... I want Bai Jun to leave a trace of his presence, but I'm also worried that Bai Jun will leave traces of his rampage. It's such a hassle. I might as well just put a collar around Bai Jun's neck. Serves you right for liking to bark like a dog, hmph.

Under the snow, thoughts soar freely and boundlessly.

Ding dong.

Before the echo had even faded, a hand picked up a phone from the table, turned on the screen, entered the password, and opened the feed in one smooth motion.

Someone's account has gained a new verification and a line of 'identity,' probably a screenwriter or something... Is the white mold starting to spread online? Or is it preparing to officially enter the entertainment industry?

Yukino Yukinoshita, while subconsciously pondering, glanced at that messy post.

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: @them, @Director Okita, @****.]

[I was the screenwriter, supporting actor, and acting coach for this film. I must humbly admit that, aside from the female lead, the script, and myself, this film is utterly worthless. It currently has a rating of 8.5; I give it 5 points, the female lead 4.5 points, and the director is 1 point short.]

[Here, I want to give a special introduction to the film's female lead, ****. It is because of her that this film has achieved its current success. During my time working with her, I was deeply deceived, so much so that I willingly complied.]

She possessed a youthful innocence, yet also a captivating allure. Whenever I spoke to her, I couldn't help but steal glances at her full, cherry-pink lips. Each syllable flowed from them, each opening and closing not just producing sound, but also seemingly chewing on my soul, making me yearn for the perfect moment of being bitten by her lips. Those who love vampire culture are likely captivated by such beautiful lips and tongues…

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Question marks kept popping up above Yukino's head, and in the blink of an eye, she was overwhelmed by them.

Chapter 114 Let the Public Opinion Gather for a While

[Discovered in the 6th century BC by the ancient Greek mathematician Pythagoras, the golden ratio of the human body is 0.618, a principle of formal beauty derived from mathematical principles. Now I want to overturn this rule and establish that the first law of beauty is based on the proportions of the human body, called the First Law of Humanity.]

Her eyes were exceptionally deep, like black holes capturing my gaze, and all the light belonged to her; my eyes were filled only with her gaze, such a greedy and beautiful thing. Her legs were beautifully curved and long, her black stockings like clouds obscuring the moonlight. I wanted to inhale deeply, to peer into the delicate fragrance reflected in the moonlight through those clouds. Her hands were slender and long, with occasional marks that weren't signs of wear and tear, but rather a testament to her hardworking and simple beauty, and also to her inherent softness and smoothness. I couldn't help but imagine holding her soft palms, gently licking her finely textured hands, as if I were stumbling through a desert and discovering an oasis, unable to resist the urge to drink deeply, and as if handling a summer popsicle, sometimes sucking, sometimes gently nibbling. She would feel an unbearable itch and slight pain, a smile appearing on her face, her fingers pinching and pulling at my cheek, muttering a low "You're such a jerk." I, blushing with embarrassment, refused to back down, wanting only to be the glistening moisture in her hands…

At this thought, inspiration struck me, and I began to write furiously.

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You hand-obsessed bacterium! You've evolved into a freakish bacterium?!

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned deeply. Rather than going directly to find Haku-kun for interrogation and torture, her mind was inexplicably hazy… That name… no, there wasn't a name—no, there was a name! The name of this white fungus that was multiplying wildly…

Something's not right.

Yukino Yukinoshita pursed her lips, her heart pounding wildly. Although her thoughts and logic seemed fine, a strange feeling welled up inside her, a tension and unease that arose from overlooking something important, yet not entirely ignoring it.

Name...that name...

That person, who had some collaborations with Bai Jun in performances; that person who encountered great trouble and was also considered an enemy; that person who appeared and disappeared intermittently, issuing a challenge to himself; that person... that person who was driven out of the good by Bai Jun's inferior talent, to the point that he usurped Bai Jun's position...

Yukino Yukinoshita raised her hand to press her forehead, which was already covered in cold sweat, her emotions fluctuating wildly.

She is--

[****, adding even an inch would be almost deformed, subtracting even an inch would be insufficient; a cinched waist would make the hips narrow, broad shoulders would make the chest plump; eyebrows like the downy feathers of a fledgling bird, skin like the sinking of white snow; lips like willow leaves, teeth like jade; a charming smile, unparalleled in the world.]

[I am struck by the vastness of the entertainment industry, where all sorts of people, from the virtuous and the honest, exist. The virtuous, they travel to give lectures, using their words to amass wealth from countless individuals, stirring up trouble and profiting from the corrupt. The benevolent, they engage in online feuds, using their own affairs to engulf the conflicts of thousands, concealing wrongdoing and shifting blame—can these vicious dogs truly gain fame through mutual barking? The polite, they are jealous of talent, using their personal interests to interfere with public affairs, promoting and suppressing without considering personal relationships first. The honest, they use empty promises and inducements, deceiving countless kind hearts with mere words, accumulating wealth through promotions, and leaving behind only chaos after monopolizing online traffic. The entertainment industry is all about fame and fortune; such acts of virtue, benevolence, courtesy, and honesty are countless.]

[Only **** remains untainted by the mud, unblemished by the clear water, seeking fame and fortune without wickedness, and humbled by praise. He seeks only what is right, avoiding involvement in convoluted discussions. He distinguishes right from wrong, refusing to use actions that seek fame or incite public anger. He possesses a tolerant heart, rejecting jealousy, arrogance, and hatred. He speaks his mind truthfully, refusing to utter false or pretentious arguments.]

[I observe that the entertainment industry is vast enough to accommodate both lowly talents and scoundrels, yet it is full of charlatans who sell their talents.]

The following are examples and arguments, such as how a celebrity's divorce and division of assets led to a heated online debate with their spouse, sparking a media frenzy; how a celebrity's plastic surgery changed public aesthetics, making them a laughing stock; and how a celebrity climbed the social ladder through connections, only to accidentally expose their flaws...

Well, Bai Ying's posts all use names of certain celebrities, which seems rather fabricated. But the entertainment industry is a place of fame and fortune, where all sorts of strange and bizarre things have happened. The public can easily dig up fragmented memories that can be roughly pieced together to fit the template, which then attracts fans of the corresponding figures to engage in a debate. As the argument goes on, it inevitably leads to piecing together fabricated memories, interpreting historical events as fact, defending their positions and expanding their attack, and digging up old internet grievances to prove legitimacy...

Using others to kill, luring the tiger away from the mountain, seeing enemies everywhere, ambushing from all sides—this is a chaotic scene of warring states, akin to the flames of war.

If everyone contributes a piece of melon, the melon will grow bigger and bigger.

"Brother, you're really something else, using this method to promote your movie."

Okita sighed deeply as he watched the chaotic scene unfolding under someone's social media posts.

With such talent as that of a hidden dragon, how could I, with my extraordinary talent, not be collectively blacklisted by the entertainment industry!

Okita Masashi quickly called his sworn brother, Wolong. On the other end, he heard not only the other person's voice but also the sound of keyboards being typed: "Brother! You've gone to great lengths to promote my movie, even at the cost of your reputation. You've really worked hard. Right now, it's just a spark that's about to ignite a prairie fire. You should stop your divine intervention for now!"

Bai Ying immediately rebuked the director of "The Demonic Path" for being indecisive, prioritizing small gains over the greater good, and sacrificing his life for the greater good. She argued that the film was only just beginning and the drums were beating, yet he was already calling it quits—utterly pedantic! Okita tried to dissuade him, but to no avail. Hearing the continuous clatter of keyboards on the other end, his heart pounded wildly. He declared that if things continued like this, the film might be taken off the shelves tomorrow!

Bai Ying scoffed, saying that no one understands traffic better than him. Even if a movie flops, the director will still make it a spectacular flop. Don't be fooled by the chaos on the internet right now; it doesn't really mean much. It's just a bunch of people arguing in their own cages being brought into one cage to argue. It looks lively, but it's just the norm in the entertainment industry.

Director, don't be afraid. Just trust me. Today's success or failure hinges on this one battle. If we defeat the eighteen warlords, the struggle for supremacy will become nothing but garbage time, and the movie will surely dominate and be a smash hit! Director, why don't you think about it the other way around? If this movie fails, won't you have to go home and inherit a fortune of hundreds of millions, and then gradually drift away from the entertainment industry?

Going all in is a sign of wisdom!

Okita was thinking carefully, then gritted his teeth and stamped his foot.

Success or failure depends on this!

If he wins, he's self-righteous and gets his father's money to sponsor the next movie. If he loses, he begs his mother, becoming her lackey and trying to squeeze his father to raise funds for the next movie!

Inheriting the family fortune? Absolutely not! (Shouting)

What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?!

Ultimately, the director was driven by obsession. After successfully driving his ideas into a dead end, he not only told Bai Ying not to go crazy, but also encouraged him to do something bigger and more spectacular!

I also subtly inquired—"Hey bro, you must have talked to Ms. Sakurajima, right? You won't get stabbed to death, will you?"

【Sakurajima Mai? I don't know anyone named Sakurajima Mai.】

What a nonchalant attitude, a level of awareness that disregards life and death! Could it be that love has turned into hate, and even if one cannot have something, one still clings to it and finds it an eyesore?

Okita shook his head and sighed, "My brother has probably already gone astray..."

Brilliant! Deep emotions inspire poetry, heartbreak inspires literature, and profound feelings inspire both poetry and prose! Maybe I can find another script from my brother later!

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