Uneasy daily life

Although he has run away from home several times, which seems independent but is actually outrageous, it all seems childish.

Yukino Yukinoshita casually thought about and planned her actions, picked up her things, went to the other side, and pressed the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

Um?and many more!

Yukino Yukinoshita sensed something was wrong.

The pajamas aren't quite tight enough?

He raised his hand to his chest, but did not touch anything that did not exist.

calm.

Take a deep breath.

First, we can't determine the situation yet, so let's find a mirror first...

Ding dong——!

A sudden noise came from the elevator, and Yukino Yukinoshita instinctively turned her head to look. At the same time, the door in front of her opened with a click.

"My love!"

Yukino Yukinoshita's delicate features subconsciously converged around the tip of her nose.

That melodious, affected voice was practically a real-life example of the word 'affected'! Ugh—! I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. How could someone make such a strange noise while riding an elevator...?

"Are you starving? If you're starving..."

Accompanied by a suddenly jubilant and upbeat tune, a figure leaped out of the elevator.

As a prestigious girls' high school, Sakuraha Academy's uniforms have a feminine aesthetic and can be called women's uniforms rather than student uniforms.

The premise is that it wasn't worn by a boy.

The small leather shoes couldn't cover the soles of the feet, so the shoelaces weren't tied, and the tongues and edges of the shoes were messy and frizzy; the very elastic white socks stubbornly clung to the calves, and due to the size of the frame, the sock edges didn't reach the designed height, making them seem a bit too short; the muscles of the thighs were clearly defined from the jumping and hopping movements, stretching all the way down into the precariously hem of the skirt, through which the leggings clinging to the thighs could be vaguely seen...

The light and airy summer uniform, with its main color being light green, is stretched out by the changing physique. The hem sways, revealing a hint of the midriff color. The collar, sleeves, and shoulders give a very obvious sense of tightness. Not to mention, with the other person's large jumping movements, it seems as if the clothes might burst off at any moment, just like in a comic book.

The tune abruptly stopped.

The white figure stood motionless in the corridor, like a cross-dressing pervert.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood outside the door, her expression frozen, her thoughts frozen.

Yukino Yukinoshita had just composed herself when she opened the door and her expression turned slightly out of control.

Silence flowed through my chaotic thoughts.

As we all know, a matter can have different answers depending on the context.

Then the problem is coming.

If a man is dressed in women's clothing and is seen by others, how can two people prove that they are not perverts?

After a flash of thought, an answer was reached—

In theatrical performances, it's all too common for men to dress as women!

Bai Ying's eyes lit up, and he made two "uh-huh" sounds. Then he coughed heavily, like a loud gong or drum on a stage. His movements changed, with his toes barely touching the ground. His body moved with his feet, showing a certain lightness. His five fingers on his palms were lightly joined together, each part above and below, as if he were picking flowers, revealing a gentle beauty.

A delicate, ethereal sound flowed from the throat and tongue.

"Having seen countless graceful and slender figures, all such beauty lingers only in dreams. Wealth and glory vanish in the blink of an eye, yet the past remains the most cherished memory!"

"#!"

As the white figure sang the lyrics, the tone shifted from lamentation and regret to indignation and dissatisfaction, and the character of Yukino Yukinoshita went from being dumbfounded to having a frosty expression.

This guy is using his own voice!

Yukino Yukinoshita was startled to realize, "How come I can recognize my own voice immediately?"

It's less about getting used to its own voice and more about getting used to the white fungus that grows everywhere!

Before the snow could fall, the white figure suddenly turned around, taking larger steps on the walkway. The five fingers on her hands moved more clearly, making them appear longer and the joints more prominent, like a woman languidly stretching, exuding charm and allure.

His voice, now more mature and husky, carried a hint of melancholy.

"In my youth, I was unrestrained and outspoken; looking back on my youth, I no longer envy you—how can a delicate beauty compare to the sharp tip of a chili pepper!"

"#!"

Yukino's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she said with a smile, "It still doesn't look like we swapped bodies, but rather that we each changed our appearance and were switched places—you just put Hana-chan's clothes back on?"

Yukino looked at her older sister strangely. Why was she suddenly analyzing the current situation? She had a feeling that her sister was acting a little odd. But what strange thing Haku-kun had been singing earlier…

But this outfit...

Yukino Yukinoshita said in a cold tone, "Shiro-kun seems to enjoy wearing Toyohama's clothes, so are you ready to go to prison? That's certainly a suitable petri dish for Shiro-kun."

“Hero.” Bai Ying frowned slightly, then switched back to her own voice, “You’re a bit of a freak.”

"?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at herself subconsciously at her cat paw print pajamas. They might seem a little childish, but they were pajamas she really liked. How could they be considered perverted?

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean ‘This is the cute me in my pajamas (Yukino)’.”

The white figure moved to the left, raised a hand to indicate, then stepped back to the right, pointed to herself, and switched between Yukino Yukinoshita's voice with ease and fluency: "'This is a boy dressed as a girl,' 'It's obvious who the pervert is' and other such topics..."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "#!"

Before she could retort, Bai Ying questioned her righteously, "Are you asking me to return it? To give this school uniform I wore back to the stick figure? You're the pervert!"

"I didn't ask you to return it, I was talking about what you wore..."

The white figure stumbled back two steps, exclaiming in horror, "You want me to run naked?!"

"..." Yukino Yukinoshita took a small breath, trying to calm herself down from the chaos. "Since it's beyond our control, let's reduce one of the charges against Shirafuji—hurry up and go inside and change your clothes."

Ok?

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly noticed something was wrong and her sharp eyes began to speculate: "Shiro-kun should have come back from Yokohama? That's at least a half-hour journey. I was watching a movie earlier, so I probably didn't notice that her appearance had changed back... Sister, what happened to you?"

"Nothing's wrong~"

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled and stepped aside, patting the door open: "Let's skip the boring stuff. Let's celebrate the resolution of the adolescent syndrome. Congratulations to the rascal who can now live at home. Congratulations!"

"Congratulations to you too." The white-clad figure readily bowed, "Then I..."

Yukinoshita suddenly leaned closer (in a low voice): "The guy who hurts a girl's heart might accidentally lose his head while he's sleeping."

Bai Ying (whispering): "That's slander! How could I possibly rush into the bathroom to take a deep breath..."

Seeing the two suddenly approach, Yukino Yukinoshita frowned and was about to speak when she saw her sister raise her hand to grab Shiro-kun. Shiro-kun hurriedly dodged, but was a step too slow and was grabbed by the collar.

In a flash, the white figure twisted its body and shrank its head, escaping swiftly like a gecko shedding its tail, and disappeared into the house.

"elder sister?"

"cough……"

Yukinoshita, holding the Sakuraha Academy uniform top, blinked and said, "Yukino-chan, this is just a little thing between boyfriends and girlfriends. You're too young to understand."

"Ah."

Yukino Yukinoshita's answer was concise and to the point.

written request for leave

My state of mind... I feel like I've lost all sense of "state of mind." Today I reviewed what I wrote earlier, hoping to find some inspiration, but I realized I've unknowingly become a bit pretentious? Like I'm trying to make simple things sound profound? Like I've strayed from the warnings I gave myself in my reflections? Now I'm completely clueless. *Looks up at the sky*

Why did I think that way? Why did I write that way? What was I thinking when I wrote it? *scratching head*

The principle should be to simplify complex stories. When writing the plot about Toyohama and Hana, I was eager to finish it, but after finishing it, I always felt dissatisfied.

The core issue is quite simple: rather than understanding their parents, children often directly clash with their parents' beliefs and actions. This is very common, stemming from some interesting phenomena I've occasionally noticed.

To give a simple and intuitive example: arguments in the bullet comments.

I found it quite interesting when I watched videos and discovered this phenomenon—based on a few words, people would mentally conjure up an imaginary enemy, and then launch a verbal attack on that imaginary enemy in real life.

I do miss the enthusiastic version of myself that used to engage in online debates.

By expanding on this phenomenon and making some connections, we arrive at the core of this section...

Unfortunately, it still wasn't quite up to par, making Toyohama and Hana's characters feel a bit soft, somewhat stuck at the level of stick figures and Nishina. How are they supposed to join the battle?

Hmm? I couldn't help but write a bit too much while taking a break. I'm too lazy to delete it. I'll go to sleep and clear my head.

touch!

Chapter Sixty-Four: The End of Literature...

Feng Bin and Hua opened their eyes, and everything seemed unfamiliar...

Oh, so it's my ceiling.

Feng Bin and Hua lay on the bed, their golden hair scattered messily on the pillow. After a few seconds of blankness, their souls, which had been wandering through countless thoughts, seemed to finally return to their bodies. They spat out their mouths and tried to spit out the strands of hair stuck to the corners of their mouths, but the strands of hair stubbornly clung to the corners of their mouths.

Ptooey ptooey ptooey ptooey...

A strand of hair was spat from above the corner of the mouth to below the corner of the mouth.

Toyohama Kazuka: "..."

A pink tongue peeked out from her lips, like a patient with a herniated disc, trembling for a while before collapsing and becoming powerless, only able to sigh longingly at the strands of hair at the corner of her mouth.

Toyohama Kazuka: "#!"

He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, twisting his head as if performing a pillow face-washing technique.

The strands of hair successfully moved from the corner of the mouth to the cheek.

A faint, persistent itching sensation lingered.

The unhappiness of the morning begins with the struggle with one's own hair.

Wait, why don't I use my hands?

Feng Bin and Hua paused, their thoughts racing like lightning through their nerve endings before short-circuiting.

Raise your hand to pinch your cheek, and while rubbing your cheek with your index finger and thumb, remove the hair you're pinching.

Fully awake, Feng Bin and Hua rolled out of bed, twisting their waists like ghosts, raising their shoulders, lowering their necks, and converging their beautiful features towards the tip of their noses, making an expression as if they would never be idols again if seen by others, while also letting out some whimpering sounds.

"call--!"

A happy morning begins with winning a fight with your own hair.

My own body is definitely the best; I feel a little awkward transforming into my older sister.

Hmph, that jerk probably thinks other people look better! Speaking of which, my school uniform... I think that jerk just took it?

Feng Bin and Hua searched through the wardrobe but couldn't find their school uniforms. The events of last night instantly flashed into their minds, and their good mood instantly crumbled.

I'm a delinquent girl, I never wear school uniforms. How can wearing a school uniform make you a delinquent girl?!

That's right! I've never worn a school uniform!

After using a powerful memory erasure technique on herself, Toyohama and Hana changed into a set of casual clothes and tidied up the clothes they had worn yesterday.

I'll ask my sister if she wants to return the clothes to her later... Hmm, apart from the bra size, her clothes aren't that different from mine, so I might as well just take them!

Today's breakfast was exceptionally plentiful: millet porridge, egg rolls, kimchi in a bowl, several darker boiled eggs, and some fried food. The aroma of the savory oil mixed with the fragrance of the porridge, and the first breath was enough to awaken my tired stomach in the morning.

Feng Bin's mother and father had already gotten up and were sitting at the table. They seemed to have been talking just moments before, but their conversation ceased as soon as their daughter entered the living room.

The three stared at each other, a subtle silence falling between them.

"Let's eat," Feng Bin's mother broke the silence. "I was just saying I'd wake you up later."

Feng Bin and Hua sat down, picked up an egg roll and took a bite: "Bought from outside? It tastes better than usual."

Feng Bin's mother rolled her eyes: "Does that mean it takes an hour to prepare breakfast first thing in the morning?"

"No, no, no, we can't accept that." Feng Bin and Hua Zi took a sip of millet porridge. "Where's Dad? Isn't he busy at work today?"

"Ahem, the salary is too low, there's too much overtime, and the work is too tiring." Feng Bin's father coughed. "I'm thinking of quitting and finding a job closer to home..."

"Oh."