Uneasy daily life

It's just really awkward.

Bai Ying chuckled.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt mocked, slammed her book shut, and got up to leave school and go home.

"Yukinoshita Yukino..."

Bai Ying's tone turned serious.

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped in front of the door, turned her head, and silently cast an inquiring glance.

"Let me see your strength! On this lonely and arduous road, I will be your greatest rival! The brave must win—you cannot be defeated!"

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath: "Please correct your habit of exaggerating things for no reason. It's a wonder your friends can tolerate your strange behavior."

Bai Ying was taken aback, then said disdainfully, "When did you start to have the illusion that I have so-called friends?"

boom!

Yukino Yukinoshita left the activity room and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka outside.

"Uh..." Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked, "You two get along alright, right?"

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled brightly: "Shouldn't the minister have the authority to give orders to the vice minister?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka tentatively asked, "For example?"

"For example, not being allowed to speak all day?"

"That's not an order, that's bullying, isn't it?"

call……

The clubroom without pretty girls is reassuring.

Bai Ying sat relaxed, pressing her legs tightly with both hands.

Bear it, you must bear it!

I'll wait until Yukinoshita goes home before I leave. If I run into her at the school gate, I might unknowingly become a stalker!

Stalking, breaking into homes, his specialties, online warrants for arrest—that's the end of his life!

The thought of spending most of my time after school in the future, likely sharing a room with the other person...

Bai Ying thought about it carefully and felt that it wasn't a bad idea.

Yukinoshita is a fine whetstone...

This is a trial; to grow, you must overcome yourself!

Chapter Four: Everything is difficult at the beginning, and then it becomes even more difficult.

What kind of person is Yukino Yukinoshita?

Inside the rented room, Bai Ying, who had just returned from working, sat in front of her computer, her thoughts growing wildly like weeds, her passion igniting a frenzied flame.

The white figure kept typing on the keyboard, lines of text appeared one after another, deleted and revised, assembling the story framework.

She was a princess of ice and snow. She had a gentle nature and never used her own suffering to vent her malice on others. She had the right ideals and took steps to achieve them. Her beauty was like a flower that bloomed proudly on a snow-capped mountain.

The demon king, atop a distant tower, declares his intention to seize the beautiful princess.

The princess decided to fight the evil king. Her mother gave her a red apple to quench her thirst, her father gave her beautiful white dancing shoes, and seven dwarfs swore to follow her.

The people of the royal city saw the princess off to war. The strong little dwarf became frightened and took the opportunity to leave the group. The lone little dwarf watched his only friend go.

They entered a swamp, where the princess and the dwarves chatted enthusiastically as they strode forward. They walked so fast that the lonely dwarf fell behind until he disappeared from sight.

Traveling through the desert, everyone was thirsty. The princess took out red apples to share with everyone, but the gentle dwarf stole the apples and fled the group. The honest dwarf chased after them, but they never returned.

Finally reaching the tower, the selfless dwarf painstakingly built a very tall ladder. The kind dwarf climbed up but found he couldn't reach the top. While descending the ladder, he accidentally slipped and fell, crushing the selfless dwarf to death, and also perishing himself in the process.

The princess and the right dwarf encouraged each other, and together they overcame various difficulties to climb to the top of the tower.

There is no demon king here, only a chair, and the right little dwarf committed suicide.

The beautiful white ballet shoes, their color obscured by mud, worn and damaged by sand, their heels broken from climbing, are just like the princess at this moment.

The princess threw away her tattered shoes and ended up with nothing.

The princess sat down in the chair.

The princess became the demon king.

The demon king abducted the princess.

“A superficial strength will turn aloofness into loneliness.”

"Gentleness was killed by Honesty. She told Honesty that it was a poisoned apple, but Honesty didn't believe her, bit into the poisoned apple, and died in the desert."

“Blindly giving leads to mistakes and kills kindness and oneself.”

"If you correctly discover that the world is a lie, then draw your sword and commit suicide."

"The princess abandoned her ideals and became the demon king in the tower."

Bai Ying stretched and let out a long breath, then opened a can of extra-strong black coffee, her fingernails making a crisp sound as they tapped the metal can.

My nails have grown longer again.

Bai Ying gulped down his coffee, his expression turning into a mask of pain. He pulled out his nail clippers and began trimming his nails. Although his instincts urged him to go to bed and rest, the desire to stay up all night and the necessity of his work outweighed his efforts.

"I wonder if I can get past that scumbag's review..."

The inspiration came from Yukinoshita. Once the finished product is complete, I'll give her a copyright fee... oh no, I should say a rights fee?

As Bai Ying's thoughts wandered, strands of malevolent ideas spread, as if a demon were whispering in her ear.

As long as I don't say anything, Yukinoshita will never know that I used her as a model, so why bother... Ah... Speaking of Yukinoshita, I think of those beautiful hands, and I want the drama to happen in real life—the fragile strength shatters, the beautiful flower withers. Just thinking about that scene makes me so excited that I want to raise a flag and let out an unbearable scream, woohoo!

Damn it! Stop acting crazy here!

Bai Ying raised her hand and slapped her head, glanced between her legs, and sneered, "You filthy body!"

I got into bed, opened my eyes, and started counting the patterns on the ceiling, preparing to fall asleep as usual.

Time travel? No, rebirth? Not really either.

It's more like Meng Po's soup diluted with water, and mixed with some strange and terrible things.

God knows what happened; he was even born with a brain that wasn't functioning properly, and was known far and wide for his intellectual disability.

Things improved a bit when I was in elementary school, and I started going to school.

Although he didn't get along very well with his classmates, he had a great relationship with his teachers.

I didn't even notice anything wrong with the occasional thought that popped into my head. For example, the child's hands were quite pretty, but they got dirty from playing in the mud. The teacher's hands were quite pretty, but the nails weren't clean and had a slightly yellowish tinge from the smoke, which was a bit of a shame...

When I was preparing for the junior high school entrance exam, I thought my mom's hands were very beautiful and I wished I could hold them.

The moment that thought popped into Bai Ying's head, through self-questioning and reflection, she recognized the existence of the anomaly.

It was not something that could be described as a simple hobby or interest, but rather a pathological abnormality rooted in one's own body, accompanied by other abnormalities.

That's a beautiful hand. (√)

Just looking at it has already made me raise the flag! (?!)

Ugh, the person in my hand is getting in the way. (×)

Tear up your flag!

Starting each day, be a happy, fun-loving, and helpful person. Ride a white horse through flowerbeds, sing loudly to the surprise of lovers, laugh heartily as you let your dreams take flight. Ideally, raise a little white dog and play with it using a wooden cat. And...

He lightly kissed Yukinoshita's hand, then licked it until it broke on the spot!

You're so crazy.

Today, Bai Ying continues to happily fight against herself.

……

……

Inside the activity room of the Aid/Service Department, the boy and girl stared at each other seriously.

Yukino Yukinoshita raised her right fist and said, "Rock, paper, scissors, one game to decide the winner."

The white figure stared intently at the right hand, his smile relaxed and confident. He also spread his right hand and moved his five fingers around. His five fingers seemed to have their own thoughts, sometimes easily and flexibly intertwining, sometimes shaking simultaneously without any interference, appearing exceptionally agile: "I'll take the front of the doorplate!"

The sign on the activity room door is very important; first impressions matter.

Although there are two staircases on the left and right sides of this building, this activity room is located near the right-hand staircase. Normally, people seeking help who come to the activity room will come up from the staircase next to it, and the first thing they will see when they look up is the door sign in front of them.

As colleagues, whoever has their organization's name on the front of the signboard will get the first impression from those seeking help and have the opportunity to complete more commissioned tasks.

mora!

A cruel game that combines sharp eyesight, dexterity, cunning, and cheating!

The white figure's fingers twisted and turned like octopus tentacles, demonstrating its strength.

Yukino Yukinoshita pursed her lips, feeling that she might have chosen the wrong competition.

Yukino Yukinoshita asked, "Did you used to play the role of throwing the ball and lightening the mood in the theater troupe?"

“There was a puppeteer in the troupe who was good at manipulating puppets, and I learned a few tricks from him.”

The white figure said confidently, "Yukinoshita-kun, prepare to face your defeat!"

"You can say that after you win."

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously clenched her right fist and muttered, "1—"

The white figure snorted softly, quickening the pace of its random finger movements, its eyes fixed openly on the other's right hand: "2—!"

Perhaps it was the tension and the gradually warming weather, but sweat seeped from the clenched and unclenched fingers of his slender hand. His excellent vision allowed him to clearly see the damp marks clinging to his fair skin, subtly reflecting the light...

I wanted to use my tongue to wipe her sweat.

"3!"

A soft shout failed to bring her back to her senses. The scissor hand gesture made by her slender index and middle fingers looked exceptionally cute, except that her nails were poorly trimmed. They were cut too short, and while they looked nice at first glance, they were likely to grow crooked and prick the skin... Hmm?

Scissors against cloth.

A typo!

Damn it! I was so swayed by my instincts! From this day forward, I will abstain from masturbation!

"It seems that Bai Jun didn't learn much either."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the nameplate, took out a brush from her bag, and wrote "Service Department" on the front of the nameplate.

She looked at the white figure with a rather pleasant mood.

After losing the rock-paper-scissors game, Bai Ying immediately retreated behind the table where her laptop was, looking inexplicably shy like a young lady from a wealthy family who hadn't yet composed herself and was being seen by others.

That's very strange.

Yukino Yukinoshita, basking in the victory's smugness, asked, "Haku-kun, do you need me to write down your address?"

"It's fine, just write 'Service Department' on both sides of that nameplate."

Bai Ying looked up and said, "I'll ask the teacher for another empty nameplate later, and we can embed it below."

Yukino Yukinoshita put down her pen, crossed her arms in front of her, and said coldly, "Haku-kun, please accept your defeat honestly."

Bai Ying spread his hands and said, "Yukinoshita-kun, I have already admitted defeat in the bet, but you cannot expand the terms of the bet and restrict me from making up for my losses through other actions."

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita smoothed her hair, sat back down in her chair, and didn't continue arguing—the meaning of the white shadow was clear: he could add a sign and take more proactive promotional actions, such as putting up a large sign for the Aid Club on the door, handing out flyers on campus, and promoting the Aid Club in classrooms. These actions could make the Aid Club make a first impression faster than the Service Club...

If even those actions are refuted under the guise of a bet, then it would descend into utter irrationality.

Adding a doorplate, which seems like cheating, is of the same nature.

What a cunning fellow.

"However, in the end, we'll have to see the results."