Uneasy daily life

What kind of hellish scroll is that?!

What kind of logic leads you to believe that marriage between the elders of both sides will improve their relationship?

Why both mothers?!

Everyone's sending their blessings... Are you going to make an EVA movie?!

Yukino Yukinoshita was overwhelmed by question marks, her thoughts in disarray during a mental storm.

“I already said it’s unbearable to look back on.” Yukino Yukinoshita (Mai) chuckled teasingly, her eyes holding a deeper meaning.

“It was truly a painful memory.” Toyohama Kazuka (Yono) nodded seriously, her words brief and her expression full of interest.

Bai Ying was much more direct: "Is the hero thinking about something inappropriate?"

"Ha..." Sakurajima Mai (Wahana) was also very straightforward. She got angry just thinking about the dream and gritted her teeth, still shaken, "In the dream... same-sex marriage is already bad enough!"

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita silently clenched her fist, then released it, clenched her fist again, and released it again, barely suppressing her rising emotions. She changed the subject, saying, "Why are you dreaming about the Dark Light that causes puberty syndrome?"

Could it be that the dream I had before wasn't a simple dream? Was it related to Mai Sakurajima?

"I don't know. If you're hoping Blacklight can cure Puberty Syndrome, then forget it," the white figure said, shaking its head. "Although we only met briefly a few times, I sensed some similar auras from it... By the way, it did ask a question—Is Puberty Syndrome a gift or a prank? What are your thoughts on this?"

"It was a chaotic event."

A similar aura? Yukino Yukinoshita instantly understood what kind of personality Darkshine had.

You superpowered people don't think about realizing your life's value, finding the meaning of life, or doing something great like ruling or destroying the world. All you do is cause trouble all day long.

"So, you can have the same dream as that jerk?" Toyohama Kazuka (Yono) asked with interest. "That's interesting. What kind of dream would you and I have? What about Yukino-chan?"

"Anyway, no matter what kind of dream it is, once you add white fungus elements, it will definitely become something you'd rather forget."

Yukino Yukinoshita (Yukino) made a precise comment.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Bai Ying retorted in a strong voice: "The stick figure dreams that its mother is marrying the hero plus's mother because it wants to have a household registration relationship with the hero plus. In fact, I think the hero plus has similar thoughts—for example, wishing its mother can find love. In the end, the characters and plot belong to them. I am at most playing the role of embellishment."

If you keep applying it, it'll all turn black eventually, right?

Yukino Yukinoshita let out a soft hum.

"Yano looks so much younger with all those little expressions," Toyohama Kazuka (Yano) remarked, then asked curiously, "What kind of thoughts do I have in my dreams?"

Bai Ying perked up immediately, slapping her thigh and launching into a long, eloquent tale: "Once upon a time, there was a couple, childhood sweethearts, inseparable since childhood. But on their wedding day, the man ran off with his mistress, disappearing into the martial world, making the woman a laughingstock. That woman was a deeply affectionate yet stubborn person; her love turned to hate. She entered a mountain sect to cultivate, and ten years later, she broke free with a single sword strike, finding the unfaithful man..."

The sword flashed, the killing intent surged; the martial world was a place of grudges and feuds. After three moves, the woman stabbed the man in the chest with her sword. As he lay dying, she drew her sword, ready to commit suicide and go to the underworld together.

The man asked, "Don't you want to ask me why I left you?"

"Being so passionate can lead to being so skilled with the sword. You have already abandoned me, so let's end this feud with one sword. Why should I ask any more questions? If I only wanted an answer, how could I have endured ten years of arduous training?" The woman was as pure and cold as the wind and snow, devoid of human emotion. "Love and hate are both resolved today."

"You're still so sharp-tongued..." the man said with difficulty, "Actually, you and I are family, related by blood, so we..."

The woman said decisively, "Can't we be brothers and sisters? This is just an excuse you're making for not loving each other anymore."

Man: "But we are sisters, and I have a magical disguise technique."

The woman's hand trembled: "...This is still just an excuse you make for not loving someone anymore!"

As her sister lay dying, she whispered, "I'm going to die, but I'm not the heartless man you're looking for."

"You are."

“I know how to disguise myself, how do you know I’m the real one? You chose to die here, and maybe that person is embracing someone on both sides.” The sister smiled. “You will live on, continuing to search for that person, and I will live on too, becoming your eternal memory…”

The younger sister stood frozen in place, watching her older sister lose her last breath.

The light in my sister's eyes gradually faded, and she vaguely recalled the past...

“My dearest sister, on the day you were born, I loved you more than anyone else in the world, longed for your love more than anyone else, and desired to possess everything about you more than anyone else—I could not suppress the burning emotions and impulses in my heart, knowing full well that they were whispers that could not be uttered.”

"I became the person you liked, then the person you loved, but if everything is exposed, it will all be temporary. So I chose to become the person you hated, and finally the person you killed, so that you will never forget me."

"My way of loving you is to become a memory for you for a lifetime."

"end".

Bai Ying sighed: "The year's blockbuster, 'The Love and Hate Between the Big Twisty Monster and the Little Twisty Monster,' will premiere in the entire universe on Chiba Soubu High TV... Ah, the text message has arrived, my package is here, I'll be going now."

With a sudden leap, he dodged Toyohama and Hana's (Yono's) grappling techniques. As for Yukino Yukino (Yukino) who was blocking his way, a single bark was enough to create an opening, allowing him to escape and rush out of the room.

Faced with professional escape skills, a hastily conceived capture plan is utterly useless.

White! Fungus!

Yukino felt a long-lost emotion and couldn't help but give her older sister a strange look...

"Yukino-chan, be rational. I think that level of behavior is already considered psychotic."

Kazuka Toyohama (Yono) argued logically, "Do you think my sister is that outrageous?"

Yukino Yukinoshita (Yukino) recalled briefly and nodded slightly—at least to that extent.

"What a strange sisterly relationship."

Yukino Yukinoshita (Mai) retorted, "You find it fun to tease your younger sister, but as an older sister, you've already failed in your duty."

"That's it."

Mai Sakurajima (Waka) nodded repeatedly, finding it all incomparable to the loving relationship she shared with her older sister.

Fortunately, no one dreamed that night.

……

……

As we all know, humans are a rather magical animal. Animal cubs usually appear harmless and very cute. Lacking fighting ability, they use their cuteness to deceive other animals and avoid dying young. Only when fortunes change will they show their true colors and display their power.

Humans are different. During their childhood and adolescence, their physical abilities are mostly at their peak, and they are full of energy and have a strong fighting spirit. On the contrary, after adulthood, their vitality and physical abilities gradually decline, and they also become more timid.

They dared not urinate or play in the mud, nor set off firecrackers to blow up cow dung. They were careful when going down the stairs, taking one step at a time instead of hopping and skipping up four or five steps.

The Sports Festival was created to allow human children to squander their excess energy.

A middle-aged person like myself, all I have is weight and no physique, so I can only watch the little ones struggle...

Back in the day, I was a hero who could play any sport.

Yukinoshita's father stood at the school gate, reminiscing about the old days. When he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka and the head teacher walking out of the school gate, he greeted them with a smile.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Something Just Doesn't Feel Right

Schools have their rules, and adults have their methods.

In theory, schools prohibit members of the public from entering except for staff. However, if someone is meeting with the principal to discuss matters such as donations to the school and securing educational funding, they have the right to make an unannounced visit to inspect the school's facilities and equipment. Theoretical practices can be flawed in practice and require slight modifications.

When faced with a problem, a mature adult can't just say "that's it"; they need to ask, "Can we do it this way?" or "If not, can we do it that way?"

"Mr. Yukinoshita, the students are holding a sports festival today..."

While chatting with the principal, the director of teaching affairs pondered the task assigned by the principal and felt it was daunting. Simply put, it was necessary to reflect the noble and key character of Zongwu High School, and also to demonstrate that Zongwu High School could do even better, which was currently a bit difficult.

The former is to demonstrate capability and potential, making the visiting councilor feel that Sougo is worth investing in, while the latter is to try to get as much money as possible invested.

I am very poor, please give me money (×).

I'm not rich yet, so I'll increase my investment (√).

It's not too difficult to explain in detail. After all, the councilor's eldest daughter graduated from Sobu High School, and his youngest daughter is studying at Sobu High School. This shows that the other party is mixing personal interests with official business, so there shouldn't be much of a problem in reaching an agreement.

"Then I've come at the perfect time. I'd love to witness the vibrant spirit of your students; after all, good health is the foundation of progress..."

Yukinoshita's father skillfully rambled on, his gaze sweeping around the school grounds—where was the little goddess? Where was the little goddess?

"This is a basketball court..."

"good."

"This is a football field..."

"it is good."

"This is the school motto and the honor roll..."

"Hmm...huh?"

Yukinoshita's father glanced at the honor board, somewhat disappointed that he hadn't found any mention of the little goddess's achievements. Well, given her personality, it was unlikely that the little goddess would actively participate in these activities... Wait, why is the villain on the honor board?

Noticing the source of the investor's attention, the dean of students smiled and said, "This is Bai Ying, an international student and one of our school's outstanding students."

"A school-wide creative award? It makes sense yet it doesn't..." Yukinoshita's father glanced at it a few times, then asked with a smile, "How is this student's performance at school?"

To showcase our school's strength, we should praise it at times like these!

The head of student affairs, oblivious to the underlying meaning, carefully chose his words and praised, "Student Bai is quick-witted, has excellent action-oriented skills, and embodies the creativity of contemporary youth in his words and deeds. He has unique insights into things, consistently ranks among the top five in his grade, and possesses considerable professional abilities in performance and creation. Furthermore, he is always willing to help others, and for this reason, he specifically established a club called the Assistance Department..."

"Heh." Yukinoshita's father remained noncommittal. "What did he write on this award?"

"An essay on the theme of family."

The head of the teaching department gestured and said, "This one is it."

The father glanced at it casually, already forming his opinion: fictional plot, feigned sentimentality, forced elevation, unclear theme...

Articles about family...

The lingering campus atmosphere reminded Yukinoshita's father of his school days. He recalled how, unfortunately, he was captivated by a beautiful girl, and from then on, he buried himself in books and diligently attended classes. The teacher assigned a short essay on the theme of family and parents, but he racked his brains, unable to think of how to write about his estranged parents. So he borrowed from some excellent essays, such as "Dad's shoulder," "Mom's embrace," "An umbrella on a rainy day," and "Medicine when sick"...

After handing in the assignment, the new Chinese teacher called him to her office. After a long silence, she asked, "I heard you have some family problems, and this assignment could be hurtful to you. But your essay makes me wonder if I've misunderstood you..."

Being young, impetuous, and easily embarrassed, I insisted that it was a misunderstanding and that my essay was 100% innocent!

The Mandarin teacher confronted the person spreading the rumor, assuming the two had some kind of conflict and wanted to help resolve it.

The moment the goddess walked into the office, I knew someone was going to die...

Fake!all fake!

Beneath the snow, the father vanquishes his inner demons; school truly is a terrifying place! Wandering here reminds me of my younger self, dressed entirely in black, consumed by demonic thoughts. Perhaps it's time to critique the rebel's essay…

I entered a creative writing competition with the theme of how to write about family, but I had no idea where to start. With the deadline fast approaching, I began to think about how others would write about it.

Some might write stories, true or false, about being sick or carrying an umbrella in the rain, to illustrate parental love and family support; others might focus on physical appearances, real or imagined, such as a mother's wrinkles or a father's gray hair, to express filial piety by highlighting parental hard work.

Yukinoshita's father: "?"

[I rummaged through my memories again and again, and I was heartbroken by my parents' inaction. They hadn't left me any classic stories to write about, nothing worth mentioning. Should I write about how, when I was little, my father tried to scare me with firecrackers, and I lay down and wailed for ages, only to receive a big bag of candy and a New Year's bonus, while my father got scolded by my mother for half an hour? Or should I write about how, before my mother could take the New Year's money from my elders, I used half of it to buy her face wash, then reported it all as spent, thus saving half of my New Year's money?]

My mother is always overly anxious and believes everything she hears in the weather forecast. If she hears it's going to rain, she'll definitely prepare an umbrella for me; if she hears it won't rain, she'll still prepare one. When I express my opinion, she just waves her hand dismissively, saying, "An umbrella isn't tiring to carry." I'm tolerant and don't mind her behavior, which leads to my classmates laughing at me for carrying an umbrella on a sunny day.

[But now I can't help but complain, "What a worrywart Mom! Now you won't have a chance to bring me an umbrella, which is why I can't write my essay!"]

My dad was more like a playmate. Whether it was a Rubik's Cube, a spinning top, or even the jump rope for PE class, all my toys were secondhand. Before I could play with them, he would always snatch them away and have his way with them first. He once challenged me to a Rubik's Cube race, which I won decisively. This led me to provoke him, and he unknowingly embarked on a path of buying me toys and games, only to have another showdown.

[My father has never won yet always wanted to, so his wins often ended with my mother nagging him. Perhaps he's old in years but young at heart; his hair is jet black, without a single white speck. He doesn't let me see his gray hair, which fills me with sorrow. Reflecting on the years, I suddenly realize how long the years have passed.]

My inability to write essays is partly his fault.

……

I have a friend whose parents are quite different; their relationship is full of dramatic twists and turns, almost like an epic tale of heroes battling a powerful demon—it's incredibly exciting. In comparison, mine is rather ordinary, lacking the necessity and brilliance to be a protagonist, and I can't find a story worth watching.

Perhaps my parents are inadequate. This is an opportunity to praise them, but as I pick up my pen and concentrate, I can't recall any of their glorious deeds. Scratching my head, I still don't know how to begin. Expressing the love of my parents is truly difficult; I'll just stop here.

True feelings are found in the ordinary, and sincerity is revealed in the trivial—what's even more commendable is that there's no recklessness.

What? You're saying that Bai Ying mocked other contestants, ridiculed them for making things up, and implied that she was trying to put herself down to make herself look better?

Putting aside this minor incident, which wasn't exactly a mess, the head of the teaching department was quite satisfied. The fact that Bai Ying's article was selected reflected the idea of ​​teaching students to be honest and sincere, and also demonstrated the innovative and progressive spirit of Zongwu High School in breaking with tradition.

Review?

Mocking the contestants, lacking sportsmanship, ridiculing other works as fabricated stories, and using them to belittle and highlight his own writing—this is a morally bankrupt person. The fact that this guy was selected shows there's something wrong with Zongwu High School; it lacks positive energy and has been led astray by the rebels!

Yukinoshita's father: "Heh."

After giving his concise critique, Yukinoshita's father looked around. He'd already appraised too many of the rebels; he should probably look for the little goddess who was nowhere to be found.

The head of student affairs was slightly startled. What had he done to displease the patron? He quickly gave Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was acting as a figurehead, a wink—hurry up! Get Mr. Yukinoshita to add a few tens of thousands of yen!

Hiratsuka Shizuka touched her pocket, instinctively wanting to take one.