Uneasy daily life

"I know him, he's a bald old man."

Angelina is straightforward and outspoken; she's definitely good material for doing chores.

“My Chinese language teacher and I have a deep mutual respect and are kindred spirits. After several enthusiastic exchanges, we reached a consensus,” Bai Ying said succinctly. “As a Chinese language teacher, he should have basic reading comprehension skills, so it’s normal for him to understand my answers.”

"Sir! Is there a simpler, easier-to-understand way to answer this?"

Angelina was on the verge of tears, feeling like she had been exploited for her labor. She was lent her homework, but it didn't seem to be of any use to her!

Bai Ying pondered for a moment, then gave an example: "If you remember being called fat by that person before, this time you should say that person is all fat. I refuse to be slim today in order to avoid being fat in the future. I am willing to endure my loneliness today in order to endure the loneliness of my future self, which will be even lonelier than today..."

"No way! I'm just a little chubby!"

"Being slightly overweight is too damaging to one's self-esteem," Bai Ying said casually. "Not that thin, not that thin, that's a good way to put it—too long to read. You need to study language properly, experience its profoundness, so you can be more convincing when you're deceiving yourself. After all, if you can't even fool yourself, then you're too heavy..."

Angelina stared at her expressionlessly.

This officer is unusable; at best, he can help with science assignments, but for humanities assignments, I'll have to ask someone else for help...

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

Calling all the top students in the grade!

"Today you bow your head and are trampled on because of power or your own desires. When you gain power in the future, you will surely trample on the dignity of others. Therefore, I believe that if you don't want to be insulted by others in the future, you should refuse to be respected today. Such behavior and thinking that goes against common sense is always difficult for others to understand, and it is also rejected by people's habit of admiring the strong and bullying the weak. This makes me feel lonely. If I were to become that kind of person, it would be an even greater loneliness. So I would rather endure the loneliness I have now..."

After Yukino Yukinoshita finished explaining, she continued to look down at the textbook.

Angelina asked curiously, "Yukinoshita-san, are you doing your summer homework too?"

"Summer homework?" Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at her. "I'm previewing the second semester's lessons."

Goo!

Preview?

Angelina chuckled dryly, "Oh, I see..."

"The teacher didn't assign any pre-reading homework, did she? Didn't your class?"

Angelina's gaze wandered: "This kind of assignment is usually called 'tacit understanding'."

Snow beneath the snow seems to want to say something but stops itself.

"Um, Yukinoshita-san..." Angelina asked slightly hesitantly, her eyes sparkling, "Have you finished your summer homework?"

Have you finished your homework? (×)

Let me copy it. (√)

There's a subtle sense of familiarity with Yukino Yukinoshita; it must be something from elementary school, right?

"Students from Anxin College, take out your homework and start doing it now. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Yukino Yukinoshita spoke in a flat tone, and her cold expression gave one the feeling of being intimidated, like seeing a headmaster.

"Hai!"

Angelina was overwhelmed with grief, feeling as if she had delivered herself into the clutches of torture!

It seems that superpowers have no direct relation to intelligence.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt conflicted, unconsciously thinking about Yui Yuigahama. She wondered if Yui had finished her summer homework on time, or if she was also working overtime trying to create a miracle. Of course, the more troublesome thing was her relationship with Hikigaya-kun...

I can't guess, I have absolutely no idea how I'll behave after school starts.

Who knows, the Service Club might just fall apart? To avoid embarrassment, Yuihama tacitly agreed not to come to the activity room, and then naturally became invisible, a ghost member, which is quite normal.

Why don't we try discussing it with Bai Jun?

Hmm... I have a feeling that Bai Jun might spit out some kind of dog tooth.

……

……

The pain of heartbreak.

The loneliness after the fireworks display.

An overwhelming sadness.

The girl's conflicted and sensitive feelings.

It doesn't matter at all—

Ugh! Why is there so much homework? Was there really this much homework? I diligently finished part of it during the holiday, so why is there still so much left?!

Yui Yuigahama is burning the midnight oil, creating a miracle.

……

……

Hachiman Hikigaya was a little worried.

As a younger sister I grew up with, someone I loved dearly, if not with the utmost respect, we had some minor conflicts.

In the past, those arguments were at most Komachi angrily complaining about her own behavior, occasionally calling her "Garbage Girl," and she would give perfunctory and lazy responses. The whole thing would then be ordinary and commonplace, and it would just pass by like that.

That's probably what family relationships are like.

This time it's just a little more serious, ever since Komachi learned what happened on the day of the fireworks festival.

“Brother! Don’t you think we need to change some things? This can’t go on!” Komachi Hikigaya argued vehemently. “What if you end up alone in the future? Yui-chan is a girl, and she confessed to you. You should at least think it over calmly and try to accept her feelings!”

"Komachi, calm down, this kind of thing can't be done lightly..."

"I don't care, brother, you weirdo! Accept Komachi's correction! Correct your problematic youth!"

Komachi Hikigaya lunged forward and poked Hachiman Hikigaya's head with her hand.

"Ohhhhhh—brain! My brain is trembling! Komachi has corrected my consciousness!"

Hachiman Hikigaya thrashed about on the sofa like a salted fish.

"Great!" Komachi Hikigaya said smugly. "Then get along well with Yuihama-neechan, and next time it'll be my brother's turn to confess to her!"

Hachiman Hikigaya gave up struggling: "Komachi, kill me, and live a good life. This is my brother's wish..."

A pillow smeared on the face in a killer moment! (Image)

Faced with his non-violent non-cooperation, I, the lazy older brother, am annoyed but can't help but sigh. Although my brother has gradually shaken off the extreme isolation he had in his third year of junior high and made other friends, his fundamental mindset has not changed...

Well, Yuihama-neechan, Komachi still can't help you much.

"Sigh, let's ask Brother Bai if he has any ideas..."

Komachi Hikigaya muttered to herself.

The next moment, the older brother beneath him transformed into a struggling beast.

"Wait! Komachi! Don't be so heartless! We're siblings!"

"Huh? Why does my brother seem so agitated?" Komachi Hikigaya asked curiously. "Did Brother Haku do something to you again?"

"..."

Hachiman Hikigaya said quietly, "Please don't ask any further questions!"

Hikigaya Komachi glared at him: "Then make up with Yuihama-neechan!"

“We didn’t argue,” Hachiman Hikigaya argued. “It was just a request and a rejection, it’s not that serious, is it? If we’re not friends just because of something like this, then our relationship isn’t a big deal, is it?”

"Trash-chan!" Komachi Hikigaya huffed, hands on her hips. "Because she thinks this relationship is nothing more than that, she never takes the initiative to do anything—isn't that the attitude that makes what should be a good friendship seem like nothing more than that?"

"..."

Hachiman Hikigaya paused for a moment, then asked, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

"First came that stupid question about garbage sauce!"

The tug-of-war between the brother and sister continues.

……

……

In the early morning, as dawn broke, although summer was nominally over, there was still a lingering heat that was hard to dispel, and summer clothes couldn't be taken off anytime soon.

Bang bang bang.

A crisp knock echoed down the hallway, but there was no other sound.

not there?

Sakurajima Mai was a little puzzled. Hearing the sound of a door opening behind her, she turned around and said, "Yukinoshita, do you have a key to Black Fan's house?"

"Entering a tenant's room without permission, even if it's the landlord, is illegal."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "It seems that Shiro-kun has already left for school ahead of time."

The black blazer, white shirt, and plaid skirt worn by Mai Sakurajima in the Soubu High School outfit looked strangely like they were on her, perhaps because of their similar height, hairstyles, and similar silhouettes...

Some places are still quite different.

For example, Mai Sakurajima wore black stockings, a dark, hazy black that covered her thighs and disappeared into her skirt, while she usually wore thigh-high stockings.

Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but glance at Mai Sakurajima's chest, which was puffing out her bow tie.

Mai Sakurajima blinked, then calmly straightened her back and asked, "What's wrong, Yukinoshita?"

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita refused to answer the question and walked towards the elevator with her schoolbag slung over her shoulder.

Mai Sakurajima followed behind with a smile: "Shu cares about this kind of thing. Yukinoshita is quite cute."

“It’s so boring of Sakurajima to care about this kind of thing,” Yukino Yukinoshita scoffed. “A person’s charm isn’t solely determined by such things. If we’re going to reach a conclusion, we should have a formal debate…”

"Don't say that." Mai Sakurajima quickly stopped her, suppressing a laugh, "If the hater hears you say that... well, I can't say, cough cough."

What? A debate? Okay! Let's have a debate on 'Which is better, big breasts or small breasts'!

Should I be on the affirmative or the negative side? Hahahaha! Of course, I choose to be the judge, refuting every contestant equally!

Yukino Yukinoshita flicked her forehead, dispelling the strange auditory hallucinations.

"Your sister hasn't been visiting Hater lately?" Sakurajima Mai asked, quite puzzled. "What's she thinking?"

Under the final fireworks that day, out of nowhere, came an unusually frivolous and casual invitation—"Be my boyfriend."

Bai Ying agreed with the same casual attitude.

Neither of them took it seriously, but to say they understood each other's mindset and thoughts...

"Sister, are you probably confirming something?"

Yukino Yukinoshita hesitated slightly before saying, "Sakurajima, you have more social experience than I do. How do you think someone who is used to distrusting others can trust someone they like?"

"A habit of distrust? Was your sister really that kind of person?"

"It's probably because I've been doing things against my will and that I don't like."

"Hmm...that sounds complicated." Mai Sakurajima said after a moment's thought. "So your sister's choice is to ignore it and think it over on her own?"

"I think it will be like this: confirm a casual yet unique relationship that seems to replace a certain mindset, then maintain a certain distance, feel and confirm your feelings about this relationship, and finally come to an answer... After all, I'm someone who prides myself on not getting drunk."

Yukinoshita Yukino said.

"No wonder the hater agreed so readily."

Sakurajima Mai could already see the school gate from afar, and suddenly laughed, "Speaking of which, Yukinoshita-senpai, shouldn't you call me something else?"

"I understand. Sakurajima-senpai will graduate in a year and a half."

Yukino Yukinoshita's slightly barbed retort caused her to pause for a moment, then she quickly understood.

At the school gate, a desk was laid out horizontally, and a guy wearing sunglasses was chatting with the gatekeeper...

What show is going on today?

Chapter Two: Fortune Telling?

The early morning air, still carrying the lingering warmth of summer, is slightly drowsy. As dawn slowly unfolds, people, like blood, gradually awaken, flowing back and forth through the city's veins, carrying vitality.

The security guard, holding a thermos, greeted us with a somewhat puzzled expression.