Uneasy daily life

Mai Sakurajima cast a rather mocking glance at Yukino Shinobu—look what your sister has done.

“Likewise,” Yukino Yukinoshita replied calmly. “In the end, it’s just a relationship in name only… So what does Yui want to know? How do others see her?”

"No, it's more that... I feel like Hijiri has a strange impression of me," Yui Yuigahama said shyly. "So I wanted to ask Yumiko what kind of person I am in her eyes... Hmm! I also want to ask Yuki and Mai-san this question!"

"I don't think we're particularly familiar..." Sakurajima Mai said bluntly, then smiled and said, "I feel like you're someone who cares a lot about the atmosphere. You're the type who, in group activities, if you notice someone is left behind, you'll be very concerned and might try to help."

Yui Yuigahama tilted her head and asked, "Is this considered a gentle person?"

“No,” Mai Sakurajima shook her head. “Gentleness is a compliment, not a judgment. If the other person is someone who prefers to be alone, they might think you’re being nosy.”

"That just means the other person is a nasty individual," Miura Yumiko scoffed. "All they do is bully the soft-hearted Yui—Yukinoshita. If you consider Yui a friend, you should at least help her instead of just standing by and watching, right? With your..."

Yukino Yukinoshita asked in confusion, "Hmm? Do you perhaps think that Yuihama is a weak person who needs your protection?"

Miura Yuko: "?!"

What's going on? Yui got infected by Yukinoshita's sharp tongue, and Yukinoshita got infected by Shirokage's nonsense?!

"Huh?!" Yui Yuigahama said, somewhat surprised. "Speaking of which, it was indeed Yumiko who took the initiative to get to know me when school started..."

Yumiko Miura said, "The main reason is that Yui is cute—anyway, it's Yukinoshita's turn now, I'd like to see what you have to say."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at her: "I see now. No wonder you were so strict with Yui back then. It wasn't just a simple desire to control, but something like a guardian... or more accurately, quite maternal?"

"You're the one with maternal instincts! Who are you slandering!" Miura Yumiko retorted sharply, her face flushed.

“What I mean by motherhood is similar to the concept of ‘a mother hen spreading her wings to protect her chicks from being snatched away by an eagle,’” Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly. “This is a rare compliment I’ve used on you; how you interpret it is up to you.”

Yumiko Miura slammed her hand on the table: "Anyway, it's your turn! Pass!"

“In my opinion… Yuihama is someone who is afraid of being alone, but Hikigaya-kun has already gotten used to being alone.” Yukino Yukinoshita finished eating the last skewer of radish, took out a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, “People who are afraid of being alone are afraid of losing the trust of others, and people who are used to being alone are always suspicious and find it difficult to trust others.”

"Suspecting whether someone's sudden closeness has ulterior motives, whether someone's smile is just politeness or genuine, whether someone's helpfulness stems from their own motivations and logic, whether someone's conversation with you is a prelude to some purpose, or even a way to maintain distance... You might even start to doubt yourself at some point."

Mai Sakurajima remarked, "Has Hachiman been scammed countless times on a societal level already?"

"As far as it affects a person's mindset, I don't think there's any difference."

Yukino Yukinoshita got up and left to prepare for the final cleanup of the fireworks festival.

Yui Yuigahama seemed to be deep in thought, her eyes brightening slightly.

Yumiko Miura seemed to understand a bit, then frowned, looking quite conflicted—"Huh? What about me? What about Hayato? Speaking of which, Hayato is connected to Yukinoshita. If we start from Yukinoshita's direction, maybe we can get some useful information..."

What? Seeking help from Yukinoshita? You might as well die!

It's not like only Yukinoshita knows, Shirokage...

Why not ask Yukino for help?

Yumiko Miura stood by the railway tracks, debating whether to let the train fly over Yukino Yukinoshita on track A or over Hakukage on track B. Although she would prefer the train to perform a cool drift and fly over both tracks, the conditions did not allow it.

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……

Hmm... This year's income and expenditure surplus is much greater than before. Bai Jun clearly spent his own money to tinker with the human-shaped fireworks. In the end, the ability to make human-shaped fireworks is entirely due to the prop master's superpower, right? It's hard to say the price of those things, but Bai Jun definitely invested in the cost, only he doesn't take a penny from the sales...

He probably took the fun as a reward.

It's so annoying that it's hard to find even one annoying little thing to nitpick.

What should we do with the extra money? Save it for the next fireworks display? That's too far off.

Consider it a bonus; the staff worked very hard to ensure the fireworks display went smoothly.

In the bedroom, Yukino Yukinoshita finished cleaning up, hugged Knight, lay down on the bed, and let out a soft sigh.

School's about to start...

Ding Dong!

Ok?

Yukino Yukinoshita took the phone.

……

"Ugh, I'm so tired..."

Back at their home in Kanagawa, Toyohama and Hana immediately collapsed onto the sofa, pretending to be a corpse that wouldn't move for ten minutes.

"Go take a shower. You were singing and dancing, and you were still wearing your performance costume. You're covered in sweat."

Mai Sakurajima had already come out of the bathroom, her long black hair piled up on her head. She was holding a document in her hand, flipping through it, with a smile on her lips, clearly in a good mood.

“Okay~” Fengbin and Hua looked up, asking curiously, “Sister, what are you looking at?”

"The transfer procedures have been busy for a while, but they're finally done now."

Mai Sakurajima replied casually.

"Oh……"

Feng Bin and Hua scratched their backs as they walked toward the bathroom, but before they even entered, they suddenly turned back.

"Huh? Transfer procedures?!"

"Correct."

Mai Sakurajima smiled, took out her phone, and pressed a few buttons.

[Want to be a Bunny Girl: Hater, see you when school starts.]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Screenshot and forwarded to the Brave Ones.]

[Want to be a bunny girl? ]

Chapter 154 Encounter

"The Killer Queen is in good health, so it shouldn't affect you much, at least from my perspective..."

The Assassin Queen stood in the corner, arms crossed, hands upside down, legs spread wide, and followed orders to perform a spiral rotation.

The prop master commented, "If this thing really has self-awareness and its own personality, then it would be normal for it to retaliate against you after you've messed with it like this."

"That means it's cunning and scheming, pretending to be harmless but actually harboring malicious intent. Luckily, I had the insight to recognize the substitute."

Bai Ying handed over a stack of printed papers.

The prop master took it, looked it over, and asked, "What if it hasn't shown any signs of trying to possess or influence you? Hand fetishism doesn't count."

Bai Ying said confidently, "That just proves that even though it's a traitor pretending to be a loyal subject, it still can't fool my discerning eyes."

"This is a very advanced logic for judgment."

The prop master looked at the script, his brows gradually furrowing.

"If you only think it's a hand fetish and that you're just being frivolous, then it's like a small hole in a big dam causing a thousand miles of dike to be destroyed."

The white-clad figure declared confidently, "It's no big deal to touch hands today. Tomorrow, the Killer Queen will be very useful. Why not use my own power? The day after tomorrow, I'll be above society, living a peaceful life of pretending to be weak while actually being strong. The day after that, I should greet the world in the mirror and say, 'Hello, I am Yoshikage Kira!'"

"Yoshikage Kira is an arrogant person who believes himself to be above society. The reason he only wants to live a peaceful life is not because he yearns for peace, but because he despises others and social rules from the bottom of his heart. That's why his Stand is Killer Queen - Silent Bomb."

"I don't think this has anything to do with me. That guy is definitely waiting for his chance," Bai Ying shouted. "Don't stop, keep going faster!"

The Killer Queen silently plays the role of a helicopter propeller.

"I'm not interested in your love-hate relationship with the Assassin Queen, nor can I help you with that." The prop master waved the script. "But isn't this script intentional? You add whatever elements I hate to my script?"

"Any questions?"

Did the protagonist actually reach his destination by bicycle?

"I do not know."

"What's the deal with this female lead who suddenly appeared?"

"She appeared because of this role."

"And then how did she run off with another guy?"

"I do not know."

The prop master put down the script, his eye twitched slightly, and his expression twisted.

At this moment, the Italians facing pineapple pizza, the Chinese facing banana stir-fry, the Japanese facing garlic rice balls, the British facing fish and chips... or perhaps not? In any case, the will of people from all countries resonated at this moment!

"You want to fight to the death?"

"Oh, don't say that."

The white-clad figure chuckled like a lucky cat, waving its hands up and down: "The absence of logic is not necessarily a bad thing; the absence of reason is itself a reason; not knowing can also be seen as knowing from another perspective... The important thing is the heart! Use your heart to feel and interpret!"

The prop master sneered, "By the way, you'd better not wash those clothes."

"What's wrong? Is the color fading?"

"It will dissolve upon contact with water."

"?"

A few noises erupted in the park at night. Both sides felt guilty for their respective shortcomings and felt they had not taught their children to have good manners. They tried to correct their mistakes by taking action and reflected on the other's problems.

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The transfer procedures were communicated before the fireworks festival and went relatively smoothly. The procedures for Zongwu High School were also completed quickly, without even requiring any additional tests to check academic performance... Being a celebrity is quite useful in this regard.

After transferring schools, I needed to reconsider my housing situation. Upon hearing my needs, my mother quickly found a suitable rental apartment in a good location and signed a two-year lease, which would be enough for the remaining two years of high school.

The matter with the flowers is a bit troublesome...

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to persuade her to talk to her aunt again, but she preferred to take the train back and forth between Kanagawa and Chiba every day rather than go home, and said that living alone was fine...

I do feel a little bad for Hua.

She should be fine living alone, right?

The tram arrives.

Mai Sakurajima got off the train, dragging her suitcase and holding a small black cat in her arms. She walked onto the platform and noticed a figure there. She was slightly taken aback: "Mr. Props Master?"

The elegant man, despite his bruised and swollen face, calmly said, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

"Uh..." Sakurajima Mai subtly guessed what might have happened, and said helplessly, "I shouldn't have mistaken you for someone else..."

With a flick of his wrist, the man dropped a bottle of counterfeit spray into his palm.

Mai Sakurajima said without changing her expression, "It's possible that you've mistaken him for someone else—Mr. Mouthpiece, has the anti-fan been living with you lately?"

“Yes, I vouch for it with my real name. Bai Ying and I have recently been staying in a park at the end of the road after exiting the station, then turn left.” The man nodded slightly. “I’ve been away for a while now, and it’s time for me to go back to the theater troupe. You wouldn’t happen to like Bai Ying too, would you?”

A sudden, abrupt question?

Mai Sakurajima smiled and said, "Perhaps."

“I happen to have a prop here, made by a prop maker more skilled than me.” The man rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a red string. “This is called the Red Thread of Fate. Just find an opportunity, tie one end to your wrist and the other end to the white shadow’s wrist. After using it, the Red Thread of Fate will disappear, and you will be able to maintain a connection with each other and know where the other is…”

"It sounds amazing... but let's forget about it."

Mai Sakurajima hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and smiled.

The man was a little surprised: "Don't you need it? At most, this is just a convenient way to boost GDP, right? What reason did you give for refusing?"

"If I had to give a reason, there would be quite a few. But I can't hide it from my haters, and I might even get ridiculed? Because of my dreams and pursuits, I'll definitely be traveling around a lot, and we'll inevitably be separated for long periods. I don't have the confidence to use something like this. A certain competitor probably wouldn't use such tricks, so I should be fair..."

Mai Sakurajima slightly raised her chin and listed them out, then smiled and said, "The most important thing is—I don't need to know where he is. I know I will find him myself, and that's enough."

"is it?"

The man nodded slightly: "Why do you like him?"

"why?"

"Liking someone is a process of 'Is it true that I like them?' It's not a proof or a formula. If I had to describe it, it's more like a period of time, intertwined with shared experiences and your own unique thoughts, feelings, joys, and sorrows..."

Mai Sakurajima pondered for a moment and said, "If you really want to know why, it's because I met him."

Meeting someone, starting a conversation, stopping, looking back—that's how liking someone begins.

that's why.

"Good luck to you then."