Uneasy daily life

A mysterious society on the dark side of the world (×).

Senior mental patient (√).

“White Shadow’s superpower is Killer Queen, Phantom’s superpower is mind control, and Mouth Tongue’s superpower is strange threads.” Angelina counted on her fingers and asked curiously, “What is the Props Master’s superpower?”

The prop master gestured towards the gunpowder, saying, "I'm activating my superpowers."

Angelina: "?"

The prop master said, "These gunpowders will be very safe. No matter how they explode, they will only create a visual effect and will not cause any physical or chemical danger. They are so safe that they do not need a safety manual."

Angelina's two eyes held a question mark in them.

Bai Ying said, "As the saying goes, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' Therefore, those who kill are soldiers. Use Buddhism to wash away the viciousness and violence of soldiers, consecrate and gild them, persuade them to turn back from their misguided ways, and never commit murder again. There is no greater good than this—doesn't that seem stupid?"

Angelina nodded subconsciously.

Bai Ying clapped her hands: "Well said!"

"Ahem! I didn't say that!" Angelina realized what she meant and quickly denied it with a straight face, changing the subject, "So the prop master's superpower is to make these things look weird?"

"The creator of the solar-powered flashlight, the designer of the egg opener, the inventor of the funnel glasses (to help with eye drops)..." Bai Ying said with a serious expression, "and the master of the water-soluble bikini."

"?!" Angelina exclaimed in surprise, shifting her small stool closer to the white figure and warily eyeing the prop master. Not only was his mental state worrying, but he was also utterly shameless!

"Ha, these are merely inventions that have existed in history," the prop master said disdainfully. "These inventions are just using ordinary reasoning to achieve extraordinary results, while I use extraordinary reasoning to achieve extraordinary results."

Bai Ying said, "In short, you need superpowers in technology, superpowers in inspiration, and superpowers in creation."

"Human nature has no rules, so I use creation to deconstruct chaos," the prop master said with a calm and proud air.

Go for it! Go for it! Fight back!

Angelina was stirring the ingredients and enjoying her melon when she suddenly noticed that the two of them were looking at her, staring at her without saying a word.

After a moment's thought, it dawned on me.

"The commander is mentally ill!"

Angelina spoke so fluently that she felt ashamed—she had never even met the captain, and it was really... inappropriate to speak ill of someone based on mere speculation.

Who are you praising?!

The prop master and Bai Ying questioned in unison.

"...The regimental commander is a bad person."

Angelina changed her story without any expression.

"generally."

"Lack of strength."

Life is truly unpredictable... The world of superpowered individuals is too strange, completely beyond our grasp.

Angelina recalled her younger self (referring to a few months ago), stirring the ingredients in her hands, and couldn't help but sigh, panting.

"Tired already? Is that all?" Bai Ying frowned upon seeing this. "It's been a long time. Summer vacation is almost halfway over, and your stamina seems to have decreased rather than increased. Have you been spending this time staying up late, sleeping in, and lying around all night?"

"I still do labor, such as doing housework..."

"Put the pile of garbage bags in the trash can by the door?"

Angelina: "Of course, that's not all, there's also..."

Bai Ying nodded and said, "You spend all your time lying on the sofa watching TV, scrolling through your phone, eating snacks, and doing eye and mouth exercises?"

Angelina exclaimed, "White Shadow! This is summer vacation! Isn't it normal to relax during summer vacation? Study and life should be balanced!"

The white figure smiled and asked, "How many tons do you weigh?"

"Gu——!"

Angelina was speechless, then blushed and argued, "Weight can't be measured in tons... it's measured in grams!... Can weight be measured in tons?" Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "the scale is very light" and "you can turn your hand to make clouds and rain, your weight depends on yourself," which made everyone burst into laughter: the air outside the tent was filled with joy.

The white-clad figure narrated the conversation, occasionally interspersed with Angelina's voice, speaking eloquently.

"You—I don't want to talk to you anymore! Two hours!"

Angelina snorted twice, angrily announcing a two-hour break from communication and refusing to reply.

"Too long to read. You've changed. I know you're gradually getting used to being an outsider in the Scarlet Troupe and becoming a full member is just around the corner. You're doing well, but what made you start disrespecting me? You yell at me, want to break off our friendship, and won't even call me 'commander'."

Bai Ying sighed sadly and hesitated, "Could it be that you've finally reached your rebellious phase?"

Angelina gritted her teeth fiercely at the white figure—do you even know how much psychological trauma you inflict on a young girl, measured in tons?!

"How can a man who was born in the world of heaven and earth live in depression for a long time among men?"

"A loyal dog serves no righteous cause, and develops the heart of a wolf!"

"Our ancestors were all fish in the water, so why are you soaring like a roc over my head?"

Bai Ying earnestly advised, "It's too long to read, can you really stand it? You must take your sword and head to Luoyang to explain the pros and cons!"

Angelina was about to complain, but then she realized what she was doing, shut her mouth, gave a soft hum, and began stirring the ingredients with a grunt.

If I say I won't talk to you for two hours, then I won't talk to you at all, not even a dog!

...Damn it! I really want to complain!

The prop master rummaged through his pocket, pulled out a piece of chocolate, and handed it to Angelina: "This is a magical chocolate. With it, you can keep someone quiet for at least three hours."

Angelina's eyes lit up.

Bai Ying read aloud, "Wow, this chocolate must not be poisonous, right? It was actually given to me by Tai Chang Bu Nian. Well then, I'll eat it without any suspicion and pretend I didn't hear you plotting loudly."

Angelina tentatively cast an inquiring glance at her new superior—"Do you have any spray?"

“Even if Xu Bai keeps his mouth shut, he can still attract attention by gesticulating wildly. When it comes to the ability to attract attention on stage, I, who am behind the scenes and keep my name hidden, can’t compare.” The prop master said this in a way that seemed to be a compliment but was actually a criticism. Then he said, “You can eat this piece of chocolate and not speak to Xu Bai for three hours to complete the mission of breaking off friendship.”

Angelina: "..."

I did indeed join a very strange organization, and I feel like I'm becoming strange myself.

Angelina sighed sadly, glanced at the sky, and said, "Ah, it's already noon. I'll go home for lunch..."

"Why the rush? Do you think the organization would mistreat you? We'll provide meals," Bai Ying said, patting her chest. "After lunch, we'll get back to work this afternoon."

Angelina, disregarding her declaration of breaking off the friendship, angrily demanded, "What about my salary?!"

Bai Ying gestured towards the various raw materials: "How about I give you a Gatling gun after we're done?"

“What’s the point of setting off fireworks…” Angelina scratched her head.

“That’s true. You grew up in Italy. Even if your parents have told you about fireworks festivals in Japan, you don’t really understand them. It’s normal that you don’t know them.”

Angelina retorted, "You think you know so much?"

Bai Ying smiled and asked, "Would you like to set off fireworks for people?"

Angelina thought about it for a moment and realized that if she were to give it to her superior, she wouldn't feel any psychological pressure at all.

Even eager to try.

Having successfully persuaded the seemingly rebellious Tai Chang Bu Nian, Bai Ying took her to buy lunch ingredients, leaving the prop master to continue consecrating the gunpowder while reciting Buddhist teachings that non-killing and non-harming are acts of kindness.

……

……

"Yang, Yang Nai-jie, let's forget about the party!"

The humanoid figure, whose legs, head, and heart were all weak and whose entire body seemed to be softening, struggled and cried out, "No, no, no—street performances are absolutely out of the question... Please let me go, sob sob sob... I'll bark! Street performances are not allowed, I'll bark!"

Faced with a massive crisis, Goto Ichiri is rapidly losing her ability to reason.

"Okay."

"Ugh?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita let go of his hand, focused on tuning the guitar, and said with a smile, "Poch-chan, you can take the train from Chiba back to Tokyo by yourself."

what?

Goto Ichiri froze, a series of images flashing through her mind—'Poch-chan, let's go to Chiba! I, as your host, will give you a proper welcome!' 'All expenses are covered. I'll drive you around the whole time. If you bring any pocket money, it's like you're being distant and not acknowledging me as a friend.' 'Remember to bring your guitar. When you're tired of playing, find a quiet place to play. It'll be so much fun, right?'…

Could this be a trap?!

What to do? Walk back to Tokyo from Chiba? I should be able to borrow some money to get back to Tokyo, right? If all else fails, I'll just pawn my guitar—

Goto Ichiri is experiencing a severe ideological decline.

"Didn't Pochi-chan do street performances before? She sang and played music with Hiroi Kikuri in Hakkei Street."

Yukino Yukinoshita said sadly, "What do I lack compared to Hiroi, sister? Am I not a friend of Pochi-chan?"

"Ah, no, no, no, that's not it!"

Goto Ichiri moved her limbs haphazardly and uncoordinatedly: "Y-yes, Hiroi-nee forced me to perform! And she was completely drunk!"

Yukino's expression hardened: "Then I'm going to drag Lonely-chan to perform on the street—are you ready?!"

"Ah, there will be patrolling police!"

"Don't worry, I've already applied for a roadshow permit."

"Ah... um, didn't we say we were just going out to have fun?"

"Huh? Isn't playing the guitar fun?"

"...If you're playing it yourself or in the practice room."

"No way! I'm not one to give up easily. If someone steals my first street performance, I'm going to get it a second time!"

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?!

Have I suddenly become highly sought-after? The kind of national treasure that every group wants to have for group projects?

Is this the happy dilemma of influential figures and social experts?!

Hey... hey hey...

Goto Ichiri, lost in thought, snapped back to reality—wait, why are there so many people?

There are almost twenty already, right? Is this just a street performance?

"Don't miss it, the street performance is about to begin."

"Hello, would you like to see a show? Of course, it's free—don't feel embarrassed, free audiences are the moral high ground for paying audiences."

"That's right, I don't change my name or surname. I am Bai Liang Bai Ying—my real name is Bai Ying. I didn't expect to meet a fan who recognized me... It's okay, Sakurajima Mai's fans are my fans. Want to duel with me? You don't want to lose Sakurajima Mai's autograph, do you? The kind with your name on it."

"Of course the script is well-written. Are you also a victim of campus problems? Being willing to strip others of their dignity is not a bad way to solve things. There's a saying: 'A mop carries poop, Lu Bu is reborn; a water gun carries urine, Simon is in power...' The best strategy is to defeat the enemy first. Don't pull the trigger easily. Deterrence is what brings fear."

"Taking a photo together is no problem. What pose and expression do you want? It's too long to read. Come and take a picture and show off your selfie skills."

A figure is wandering outside the performance area, precisely selecting those who are interested in stopping, using provocation, bribery, or seduction to win over the audience with great efficiency, making them willing to spend a few minutes to watch a street performance.

Abba Abba…

Goto Ichiri is gradually going down.

Good afternoon, everyone!

Yukinoshita glanced at the white figure in the crowd with a smile, then looked away and said, "I won't waste everyone's time..."

The guitar burst forth with a sharp, urgent opening note. Yukinoshita took a step forward, while Goto Ichiri quickly stepped back, burying his head in Yukinoshita's silhouette.

This is a piece of music that is perfect for listening to at midday. It is not intense or noisy. It is like a clear mountain stream flowing slowly, with a gentle breeze occasionally sweeping by, creating ripples that suddenly hit the exceptionally smooth bluestone and brush against your face.

After the piece was finished, the white shadow shouted for an encore. Yukinoshita Haruno was about to join in when Goto Ichiri, who was practically melting like ice cream, threatened to kill himself, so she had no choice but to give up.

"As expected of the Brave Pro, since ancient times, the truly brave have always been fearless in the face of death, and they would not bother to do anything that is too easy."

Bai Ying gave it high praise.

"How can you compare to the infamous perverted screenwriter? How come you weren't killed by Mai Sakurajima?"

Yukinoshita packed her things and replied with a smile.

Chapter 123 I'm trending on social media?

The four people sat down at the restaurant and ordered lunch.