Uneasy daily life

"Hey, do you want to die?"

Feng Bin and Hua's lips twitched, and they held a peach wood sword in one hand, gesturing as if to decide whether to slit the throat or knock the head.

"Stop messing around, I'm creating! Give me some initiative, I need to rub... Ouch! This pinching motion is pretty good too, I'm having a burst of inspiration!"

Bai Ying temporarily turned off her phone, holding Feng Bin and Hua's hands with one hand, and using the other hand to perform Flight of the Bumblebee on the keyboard, writing and posting updates like a flood, striving to win by sheer volume.

"That's not what I meant!" Feng Bin and Hua were a little confused. They looked left and right, hoping that their sister wasn't home, otherwise they would be driven to the point of mutual destruction by that jerk. She glanced at the hand that was grabbing her and was trembling at times, with a look of disgust. "You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you? Is it even useful?"

He really is a bastard and a pervert; he even has a hand fetish...

Bai Ying said seriously, "It will definitely work. As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. If I help Sakurajima Mai stand against the world, will the world forget about Sakurajima Mai? Now I'm going to make the entertainment industry trampled under my feet!"

Feng Bin and Hua were stunned. After watching the video, they belatedly gasped and tried to shake off Bai Ying's dog-like paws, anxiously saying, "Hey! How are you going to let your sister continue being an actress?! No way! Let go! You're such a hater of your sister!"

"This is clearly very effective!" Bai Ying tightened his grip on Feng Bin and Hua's struggling right hand, and chuckled, "Don't be impatient, believe me or not, you'll be begging me to hold your hand later?"

"Do not believe!"

"Great! I like your straightforwardness!"

Bai Ying let go of her hand.

Feng Bin and Hua wiped their hands on their clothes, their chests heaving slightly before they calmed themselves down. They were taken aback when they saw that Bai Ying hadn't posted anything new... Wait, how could they help their sister turn from a ghost back into a human? Although it was absurd, judging from what the director had just said, he seemed to have unconsciously remembered his sister's existence!

This is possible? It actually works?! It's even possible?!

In other words... I can't think of a better way!

Feng Bin and Hua gradually became frantic.

Bai Ying: "Heh."

Toyohama Kazuka: #!

Forget it! Anyway, my sister has already retired from the entertainment industry. Even if this guy is taking revenge for personal reasons... it's still better than my sister being in a dangerous situation where I can't see or touch her, and I don't know if she's eaten, drunk, or if she's cold!

Feng Bin and Hua had a sour face. They stretched out their left hands again, their delicate fingers spread out, and their palms were slightly small.

"Ok?"

Bai Ying slightly raised her chin, her condescending gaze revealing three parts mockery, three parts urging, three parts arrogance, and ninety-one parts amusement.

"Please grab my hand and keep writing!"

Feng Bin and Hua squeezed out polite words from their back molars.

"I love your arrogant attitude followed by your obsequious manner."

Feng Bin and Hana's anger +1.

Damn it! Just you wait! I'll remember this grudge!

With his hands back on, Feng Bin and Hua kept a straight face, occasionally revealing dangerous glints as they peered at Bai Ying's neck and forehead. The peach wood sword in his other hand, which he used for self-defense, was itching to be used. After imagining how he would beat this guy until he was covered in bumps, running away with his head in his hands, and banging his head on the ground, he let out a furious sigh.

Look at what outrageous stuff this guy wrote.

Feng Bin and Hua looked at the screen, just as a trending post was being published.

[Recalling my youthful days, my anger was tempered with shyness, my eyes held a hidden reproach, and my tenderness was overwhelming.]

We met on set. She was incredibly popular, with a huge fan base, but her acting skills were lacking. I often offered her pointers and criticisms. Whenever she couldn't help but show her annoyance, yet had to lower her head and apologize politely, I felt a surge of joy, a mischievous urge stirring within me. Girls often mature earlier than boys, and their thoughts differ, especially after a decade in the entertainment industry, starting as a child star. She seemed even more mature, like a green peach, striving to blush.

I opened my mouth, licked away the fuzz, and gently peeled away the stubborn outer skin. Occasionally, I heard scolding sounds, and the teasing, indirect remarks, all like the seeping juice—sweet and sour, incredibly pleasant. It wasn't the ripe outer skin, but rather the firm, pure white flesh. I desperately wanted to see her true face. I wanted to grasp her hand, gently knead it, and hold her soft flesh in my thumb and forefinger, washing away the dust and grime of the past…

The hand changed its movement, grasping the slightly smaller, slender hand, gently holding it, and slowly kneading it from light to heavy, with the tiger's mouth pinching the slender four fingers, occasionally squeezing hard to generate higher temperature through friction.

Feng Bin and Hua's eyes twitched wildly, hesitating whether to immediately strike this guy with a sword.

Oh no, my hands are sweating...

A few glistening beads of sweat appeared on her hands, disappearing with the heat of friction, only to reappear again, in a continuous cycle. Our hands seemed to melt together in the warmth, becoming one… She felt embarrassed and shy, and couldn't help but tug at it. I, eager and thirsty, firmly grasped her hand.

What a beautiful yet unripe fruit! Whenever I recall its fragrance, I can't help but want to write poetry, trying to describe it with words like delicate, slender, tender, soft, and charming. But I feel these words are too vulgar and narrow-minded, unable to express the emotions in my heart. How should I describe it? I've lost my appetite because of this.

[It wasn't until she handed me a piece of bread that I suddenly understood.]

【Hungry.】

I am hungry, longing to savor the beauty that remains untouched by the dust of time, to devour the beauty that endures the years without decay, to drink deeply of the beauty that smiles shyly and hides its delicate charm with subtle anger.

Mai Sakurajima, the one who makes me hungry.

"call……"

Bai Ying released her grip, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with satisfaction, "What a truly exhilarating creative experience."

Feng Bin and Hua stared at the dynamic display on the screen with a strange and flustered expression. They quickly withdrew their hands and said with a pout, "This is clearly a perverted creation... Anyway, where is my sister? She's written so many perverted things, why hasn't she appeared yet?"

"Don't rush, let the public opinion ferment for a while, then go to sleep."

Bai Ying stretched.

Chapter 115 You're So Bad!

Mai Sakurajima Fan Club

[Crow: @BaiLiangBaiYing, Holy crap! You're actually an insider?!]

[Wooden Fish: What strange things are you saying?]

[Crow: He really is someone in the entertainment industry! Dong Xiangguo wasn't lying after all! @All members!]

[Insomnia: @What?! Can't a person sleep at night?!]

[Little Pockmarked: What do you mean by "truly an insider and not lying"? I think he's already reached the level of a lifetime member of St. Elizabeth's Hospital; the truth and lies are meaningless to him now.]

[Crow: I'm serious! What he said is all true!]

[Wooden Fish: My account was hacked?]

[Insomnia: My account was probably hacked by Dong Xiangguo.]

[Little Ma Zi: @Crow, what do you think of Sakurajima-san? Is her new movie any good?]

[Crow: My account wasn't hacked.]

[Crow: Mai Sakurajima's movie is alright, a bit artsy, not many exciting scenes. The beginning of the school life is light and enjoyable, but the sudden shift to group bullying is a bit jarring. But the acting is excellent. My roommates even collected a few posters featuring only the female lead.]

[Wooden Fish: As expected, the account was hacked. Could this be a way for the management to subtly plot for the group admin position?]

[Little Pockmarked: This scoundrel has always harbored rebellious intentions. He previously plotted to become the group leader, even saying that he would drastically change the group members' nicknames to show their hierarchy. Fortunately, he saw the error of his ways and abandoned his evil ways!]

[Little Ma Zi: The crows have been captured and become Sakurajima-san's fans. It's time for you all to surrender! If you hesitate or waver, or are a step too slow, be careful of being added to the administrator's list. The first person to surrender will be greatly rewarded by the administrator, and will still retain their account name!]

Insomnia: What a sycophant!

[Crow: Good heavens, the group admin went into hiding, Dong Xiangguo acted arrogantly, Dong Xiangguo went into hiding, and you popped up waving your banner, are you Li Jue or Wang Situ?]

[Little Pockmarked Guy: Yuan Shao of Hebei returns to Luoyang!]

[Wooden Fish: Alright, all the historical what-if scenarios have come to mind.]

[Crow: You've taken over Luoyang, using the emperor to intimidate the feudal lords, just like the story of the Duke of Zhou, right?]

[Insomnia: Wait, isn't the topic getting a bit off-topic?]

There was a moment of silence in the group chat.

[Crow: Damn! What Prime Minister Dong said is true!]

[Crow: Animated Screenshot.jpg × N.]

[Crow: Link.]

Seeing this, the group members who were lying down, sitting, or leaning around opened the screenshots posted by Crow with a normal mindset. After glancing at them briefly, they all stood up, quickly opened the links that Crow had copied, and charged into the dynamic battlefield where flames of war were everywhere.

Some vehemently criticize the arrogance of those who post about celebrities, some cheer for Mai Sakurajima to be the best, some are frantically tagging Mai Sakurajima in an attempt to get answers, some are proclaiming that Mai Sakurajima could never be in a relationship, some are happily dumping dubious celebrity scandals into the comments section, some have already been labeled as traitors, some are giving impassioned speeches like martyrs going to their deaths, some are trying to demonstrate the contradiction and unity between dogs and humans, and some are demanding an extra yen...

The banner of "Write an extra yen" remains unbroken in the comments section, with countless people following suit.

Group members confirmed that Bai Liang and Bai Ying are accounts managed by the group's administrators, with their officially verified identities as screenwriters and actors being particularly eye-catching.

Recalling the many comments about dog management in the past, today I'm discussing Mai Sakurajima's third-rate acting skills. Yesterday, I pointed fingers at Mai Sakurajima, which enraged her, and the day before yesterday, I impromptu performed a stunt to kill Mai Sakurajima...

Everyone else is writing science fiction in the group, and you're writing narrative essays!

Just fool your friends in the group, don't fool yourself (×).

I was the one deceiving myself (√)!

The group members, who nearly choked on a piece of gossip, rushed back to the group chat.

[Muyu: @BailiangBaiying! Prime Minister Dong! Your news has broken!]

[Little Ma Zi: @Bai Liang Bai Ying! You traitor! What exactly is your relationship with Ms. Sakurajima? Come out here!]

[Insomnia: @LittlePockmarkedOne, what else could our relationship be? Hahahaha! I just saw a video clip in the comments section.]

[Insomnia: A fanatical fan pleads with Mai Sakurajima to stay.mp4!]

[Insomnia: @BaiLiangBaiYing, you are the biggest fan.]

[Little Pockmarked Boy: Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph—! Eewoo eewoo! Hahaha!!]

[Crow: @BaiLiangBaiYing, Prime Minister Dong, His Majesty says he will abdicate the throne to you, with a written agreement, an imperial edict! Come out now!]

[Wooden Fish: No response, could it be that he spent the night on the dragon's bed?]

[Little Pockmarked Boy: Absolutely impossible!]

[Insomnia: Maybe he's having an affair with Mai Sakurajima?]

[Crow: Wait a minute! You guys are saying that Sakurajima Mai's retirement from the entertainment industry might have been orchestrated by Dong Xiangguo? He used to often claim to be a hater, but after Sakurajima Mai retired, he started claiming to be a fan... Dong Xiangguo sacrificed himself to achieve the ultimate goal of a hater?]

[Wooden Fish: Well-reasoned and supported by evidence.]

[Xiao Mazi: @Bai Liang Baiying! Your mission is complete, break up with Sakurajima-san now. Have you forgotten your responsibility as a hater? Have you lost your original intention? Have you forgotten your actions? Wake up! You are Sakurajima-san's most loyal hater!]

[The user "Want to be a Bunny Girl" has banned "Little Pockmarked" for 12 hours.]

[Want to be a bunny girl? You need to calm down.]

[Want to be a Bunny Girl? Bai Liang and Bai Ying are banned from commenting for 8 hours.]

[Want to be a bunny girl: Humph!]

The group admin's long absence from the public eye proves who truly holds the power.

The trolls in the group chat were chattering and discussing, shocked that Gua was actually next to me.

The messages sent via mobile phone can now be seen.

Many netizens naturally remembered a retired celebrity named 'Sakurajima Mai'. That's probably what being a celebrity is like: suddenly appearing in the public eye, then being forgotten without realizing it, only to be remembered again because of certain events.

Mai Sakurajima sat on the sofa scrolling through her phone, looking at the updates again. She felt uncomfortable all over, and her toes kept fidgeting in her shoes, trying to tear the toes apart.

It's like ants crawling into my clothes, even crawling into my memories—could the hater have really been imagining all these strange things while on set?!

After all, he's a pervert with a hand fetish and a certain level of expressive ability.

"Ok?"

Sakurajima Mai stared blankly at the closed comment section and empty status, then instantly understood.

It's likely that the platform's automatic review mechanism received a large number of reports in a short period of time, and in an instant, the troll's crazy creation was gone.

The initial fire has been extinguished, and the embers have scattered countless sparks. The lords who went on the expedition returned to their homeland with precious fire, and it is foreseeable that the fire will burn fiercely and spread like wildfire, illuminating the sky.

He criticizes the entertainment industry in various ways, stirs up hatred, and writes strange articles. If the hater is unlucky, this account might be banned, or he might even cut himself out of the entertainment industry... The hater won't care. He might even go through a rebellious phase, create some alternate accounts to write strange things, until he loses interest and turns to tinkering with other things.

Mai Sakurajima turned to look at the comments section of her own post, and as expected, the number of comments under the post announcing her retirement was increasing.

[Sakurajima Mai is the best: Don't misunderstand! Miss Sakurajima didn't reply at all; it was all that guy's doing! Everyone, calm down!]

[Radish: This is definitely a publicity stunt. They even dragged Sakurajima, who's retired from the entertainment industry, into it to generate buzz. What a despicable and shameless marketing tactic!]

[Touch her as long as you can: Baka! Even someone with only one page on their household registration book is trying to ride on Sakurajima-san's popularity!]

[Salmon sashimi: We are mortal enemies with the white shadow!]

[Where is my son: Who is Bai Liang and Bai Ying? I will end his life!]

It's quite chaotic: fans of other celebrities, bystanders, their own fans, a group of their own fans criticizing the anti-fans, and casual observers...

This wave of updates from the anti-fans has completely attracted hatred. The only people who would cheer for him are probably the "one more yen" faction.