Uneasy daily life

"Making people laugh can be done with jokes or exaggerated performances, but making people cry is not so simple."

Mai Sakurajima shook her head slightly: "Hate fan, wouldn't it be better to write some happy stories?"

"A happy story?"

The white figure looked up at the familiar apartment building that was slowly approaching, and a smirk appeared on its face: "Pfft—!"

Why did you suddenly start laughing?

"Thinking of happy things inevitably brings a smile to one's face."

Bai Ying said calmly, "To be able to find an apartment that's close enough to Zongwu High School and has decent living conditions in such a short time, that's impressive!"

"The one who's really impressive isn't me, it's Mom."

Mai Sakurajima, dragging her suitcase, swiped her access card. The two walked into the corridor one after the other and took the elevator.

"Mom usually takes care of all the chores like moving and clothes," Mai Sakurajima said with a smile after putting her suitcase down by the elevator and catching her breath. "She also helps me find an apartment in Chiba. She has so much more social experience in this area than I do."

As Mai Sakurajima sighed, she reached out and pressed a button for a certain floor.

White Shadow: "Pfft—!"

"What happy thing have you remembered this time?"

Mai Sakurajima glanced sideways at someone.

“Your mom is really amazing.” Bai Ying said seriously, “Your mom must know all the procedures, signatures, paper documents and all kinds of certificates in today’s society. She must be able to handle them quickly and easily, right? She can even help you find a suitable rental place quickly and easily.”

Mai Sakurajima nodded, crossed her arms and smiled, "Indeed, when I moved out by myself, those few days were really tough... We've arrived."

With a ding-dong, the elevator stopped, and the two quickly walked to a door, one after the other.

Mai Sakurajima took out her key, shook it, and inserted it into the lock, saying, "The room next door is for rent. If you're interested, Black Fan, I can help you out."

"No need for that, I can find a professional to help."

"Professionals?"

Sakurajima Mai tilted her head slightly: "You mean the real estate agent?"

"That's right, let me introduce you to someone special—the daughter of a real estate tycoon, the new heir of the Yukinoshita family, an honest real estate agent, and a master of Aikido..."

The white figure ran to the other side and pressed the doorbell several times.

Wait, this kind of description...

Mai Sakurajima froze, slowly opening her eyes wide, looking at her front door and then at the door across the street where the white figure was harassing her.

Not so coincidental, right?

A faint jogging sound came from behind the door, the peephole darkened slightly, and the security door quickly opened.

"Bai Jun?"

Yukino Yukinoshita peeked out, her hair wrapped in a light gray square scarf, an apron with cute cat paw prints on it, and a duster for cleaning the ceiling in her left hand. She said with some surprise, "Why did you come all of a sudden? I was still doing a spring cleaning and didn't have time to entertain you..."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at Mai Sakurajima standing at the door across the street and paused slightly.

Upon closer inspection, Sakurajima Mai was dragging a suitcase, and Shiro was carrying his bag... Hmm?!

Mai Sakurajima was rubbing her temples with a strange expression.

"Warrior, this is what you call fate! Even a hero plus has chased you all the way to your doorstep... Holy crap!"

The white figure leaped back, and through the crack in the door, a snow-white cat emerged, meowing excitedly, and shuffled over on its short legs.

Suddenly, the little black cat in Sakurajima Mai's arms kicked its leg, seized the opportunity to jump onto the corridor, and charged headfirst into the little white cat.

"Meow!"

The little white cat stumbled after being bumped and let out a dissatisfied meow.

"Meow--!"

The little black cat proudly raised its chin, its disdainful gaze suggesting that the other party should seriously consider whether it was worthy of the other.

The white figure crouched to the side, watching the two cats fight with piercing eyes, and gave them a buff: "Fight! Fight! Punch hard, be cold-blooded! Whoever wins gets to eat dried fish..."

"In a sense, it's fate."

Mai Sakurajima realized what was going on and said with a subtle expression, "Mom currently works at the Yukinoshita family's company. This apartment isn't being rented out to their employees, is it?"

"Yes……"

Yukino Yukinoshita coughed lightly, as if remembering something: "Currently, many rooms on this floor are also rented out."

Originally, I wanted to go through the proper procedures to rent a room—for example, the one across from mine—to Bai Jun. But then, because of puberty syndrome, Bai Jun went to Kanagawa and temporarily stayed at Sakurajima Mai's house... So, doesn't that mean that the procedure I went through just happened to let Sakurajima Mai move in?!

After going around in circles, they subtly connected.

However, considering the transfer issue, given Sakurajima's efficiency, it probably doesn't matter whether I help him or not.

Yukino Yukinoshita swept away her slight gloom: "Haku-kun, what are you planning to do..."

"Rent a room." Bai Ying gestured towards the room next to Sakurajima Mai's. "That prop maker not only took the tent away, but he didn't even leave me a mat. He's really hateful."

"Oh? Doesn't Shirafuji really like petri dishes that are secluded, dark, and located in corners?" Yukino Yukinoshita teased. "I thought Shirafuji would be allergic to high-end apartments with plenty of sunlight and moderate humidity."

"Is it possible that it's because they can watch cats fight?"

The white figure pointed to the black and white cats on the ground, which were almost rolling into a yin-yang symbol.

You're the one who's fighting x2.

Mai Sakurajima and Yukino Yukinoshita both suspected that Shirokage's words had a hidden meaning and that they had already gathered enough evidence.

Mai Sakurajima carried her suitcase into the house, while Yukino Yukinoshita went back to the house to look for the apartment floor key. She had prepared it beforehand so that she could finalize the deal after luring Haku in, but she didn't expect to need it today.

Speaking of this apartment building, my sister also has a key. After all, my mother used to ask my sister to supervise me, and she also took over the management of this apartment... It probably wasn't anything important, and my sister might have even forgotten to hand over the apartment. I'll ask her again and get the key back.

Hmm... I have a feeling this could easily lead to unforeseen complications.

"You can stay here for now, and then go to the company to sign the rental agreement, pay the rent and deposit."

After giving a brief explanation, Yukino Yukinoshita continued her spring cleaning work.

Mai Sakurajima took out her luggage and began to rearrange the environment of her new home.

"The punches must be fast; the essence of Cat Fist is speed..."

"Shout louder! Make it more impactful!"

"Knight has become quite obese due to his good diet, and he gets beaten up a lot..."

In the passageway between the two open doors of the house, Bai Ying was enthusiastically explaining the new Cat Showdown.

Sunlight, illuminating the swirling dust, streamed down the corridor. Two cats meowed incessantly, while a young man, overjoyed, fanned the flames and provided commentary on the match.

The girls, each busy in their own rooms, would occasionally glance up at the open door, their eyes sometimes meeting.

Humph.

Although I still feel that some things are not quite right, given my current state, it would be difficult to write a sufficiently uplifting scene as the ending of the volume if I continued to drag it out. So I can only end the second volume here. After all, if I keep dragging it out like this, it will be almost time for the second semester's plot.

Ah, lie down.

The writing process for Volume Two was truly fraught with problems such as being upside down, sudden displays of sentimentality, chaotic pacing, patching things up from one problem to another, creative blocks of inspiration, dragging out a single task for half a month, and a fragmented work-rest schedule.

Especially when I felt my condition was improving near the end, and I was writing at a high level and getting into the flow, I was suddenly hit by illness. It's true that man proposes, God disposes.

I had a fever and stayed in bed for two days, barely recovering a bit. The fever subsided, but I had already used up all my leave slips. I had to find a way to write something to push the updates forward. With my brain a bit fuzzy, I forced myself to write. I can only say that what I wrote was somewhat unbearable to look at. Unfortunately, it was about Yang Nai jumping into the girlfriend position, a key plot point at the end of the second volume.

I had a fever and stayed in bed for two days. The fever subsided, but I started having trouble sleeping at night, tossing and turning. My update schedule also started to become irregular. The temperature dropped again in Chongqing these past two days, and before I could recover from the fever, I started having cold symptoms again, like a runny nose, cough, and sneezing.

A fever is accompanied by a splitting headache, feeling hot under the covers but shivering without them. A cold is accompanied by a feeling of drowsiness, feeling both okay and not so good.

What kind of deadly scheme is this...?

When a person is down on their luck, they often experience a series of misfortunes at once.

Ah, numb.

The second volume, though it was written with many stumbles, is finally finished. If I were to give it a rating, I'd say it was pretty bad.

The focus of the second volume shifted somewhat unconsciously. The first volume was mostly from the perspective of Bai Ying, trying to create an interesting atmosphere. The second volume, however, focuses more on the female protagonists, and the atmosphere unconsciously shifts towards factional strife and sentimental romance, which is not good.

It should incorporate more events, more antics, and more fun.

Too much focus on female protagonists can make the plot feel stale and lacking in sparkle and smiles.

Therefore, in the upcoming new version.

The subjective initiative of the white shadow will be enhanced to a certain extent.

Slightly weaken the female protagonists' psychological activities.

We are trying to return to a normal, stable state.

Create some fun events and entertainment.

Intensify the persecution of Yukino (not really).

I feel like the characterization of Mai Sakurajima lacks something. Looking back after finishing the story, many parts are quite different from what I envisioned. There seem to be issues in various aspects. The "confession" scene with Haruno Yukinoshita also lacks clarity and detail due to her illness affecting her mental state. These are all problems. However, web novels have no turning back; you can only go down one path. How far and how well you go depends on your skill.

I'm going to bed now. See you all in the new volume.

To readers who left midway, I apologize; I was unable to maintain the same level of focus I had when writing the first volume.

To the readers who are still reading, thank you for your continued support.

Occasionally, I ponder what I should write and what I should express. After much thought, I think it should be something interesting.

The road is windy and sunny, come over and have a drink of water.

Chapter One: First Day of School

As the start of the school year approached, Bai Ying moved into her new home and began a stay-at-home life, rarely venturing outside. The most time-consuming task of her day was spending time in front of the computer. Bao Xiang solemnly stared at the blank screen, hoping that the computer would take action on its own and actively shine for her.

Mai Sakurajima next door and Yukino Yukinoshita across the hall seemed to be engaged in some kind of strategic deterrence, or perhaps they were busy with other things, so no one bothered them for the time being.

Bai Ying was very disappointed. You said that if I were to say that I would get up early every day to deliver breakfast to the two of them for a month and then suddenly stop, would it be possible to ignite the fuse of a world war?

After much deliberation, Bai Ying remained inactive for the time being.

Let's observe first.

Until Angelina came to him about summer homework.

Time is already tight. If she doesn't finish her homework soon, the teacher will turn her into light!

"If you remember kneeling before that man before, this time, place your feet on his head. I refuse today's respect to avoid future humiliation. I am willing to endure my loneliness today rather than endure the even lonelier loneliness of my future self..."

Angelina grumbled and chewed on her pen, her little face full of distress. After a moment, she raised her hand confidently and said, "Sir! I don't understand this question!"

Bai Ying was lying on the sofa, discussing keyboards with various experts online. Upon hearing this, she casually said, "Here—my homework is over there. Look at it yourself and understand it yourself."

The temporary teacher said that I should look at the answer key to understand the question and steps, so isn't it natural for me to look at the answer key?

Copying? How can you call that copying? Students' work isn't copying; it's called looking, observing, or glancing...

Angelina excitedly rummaged through the pile of homework on the corner of the coffee table and found her Chinese homework.

Someone's scrawled handwriting is barely passable. If a teacher can't find a reason to deduct points but really wants to, then handwriting-related deductions are perfectly reasonable.

"A two-foot-wide threshold makes it hard to lift one's foot, and a half-foot-long eave makes it easy to bend one's back. This is because the Dragon Gate is extravagant and small, and even the carp that cross the river fall into the muddy tide."

Angelina slowly typed a question mark, then looked up blankly and said, "Sir, why is the answer to this question a poem?!"

The white figure calmly brushed aside a Mai Sakurajima fan and said, "Because this is the answer."

Oh, then just copy the answer... what a load of rubbish!

How is this any different from openly using your phone during an exam?

Angelina's expression twisted: "Sir, won't you be punished by having to rewrite your homework?"

“No,” Bai Ying said. “Do I know our Mandarin teacher?”