Uneasy daily life

"The Secret Scroll of the Yellow Robe?" Yui Yuigahama asked, puzzled. "It sounds like an exam paper?"

Bai Ying said confidently, "The name is a simplified version, belonging to the introductory textbook. The full name is 'From Seriously Taking the Blame to Holding Military Power and Relying on Oneself, and Finally Being Crowned Emperor'."

Don't complain! Don't complain! Don't complain!

A select few silently suppressed their impulses. Bai Ying's words always made them want to strike up a conversation, but once they did, they would unknowingly become the straight man, allowing Bai Ying to talk more freely about strange topics...

The rather straightforward Angelina retorted, "Then what is this advanced tutorial?"

"From diligent governance to chaos, and finally scapegoating someone." Bai Ying said, "In short, there's nothing to be afraid of, my niece Aru. Just do whatever comes to mind. If the results aren't good, just push the biggest threat out and say that he did it all, and there won't be any problems."

Oreki Houtaro: "..."

Sometimes, outsourcing Chitanda's efforts isn't necessarily a good, energy-efficient, and worry-free option.

"That won't do. You should face the consequences of your own actions."

"What if you make a mistake?"

“Hmm…” Chitanda Eru hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, “I want to do it so that I won’t make a mistake.”

"Tsk."

The white figure clicked its tongue slightly, still scrutinizing Oreki Houtarou, this salted fish, with its cleaver-like gaze.

"Wait, if there are two requests, why did Shiro choose Chitanda's request?"

Yukino Yukinoshita murmured, "What strange scheme is Haku-kun plotting now?"

Bai Ying raised an eyebrow: "Then I'll go find Miura?"

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

The white-clad figure shook his head and said, "If you suspect Bai of stealing the axe, you'll always find a reason."

“It’s clear that Mr. Shiro has a long criminal record.” Yukino Yukinoshita snorted softly.

"To be honest, it would be quite difficult for you and Miura to team up," Bai Ying said thoughtfully. "You two are naturally incompatible. Let alone facing the golden combination of me and my niece Eru, it's questionable whether you could even form a team. I'd rather take care of the violent teacher's request. After all, if the opponent isn't up to par, the trophy's brilliance will be diminished..."

"Is this Bai Jun's shallow provocation? But I'll take it."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, looking straight back.

The white figure sneered, its gaze returning straight to him.

Their gazes clashed, sparks flying, as they stared at each other intently, neither willing to yield.

Bai Ying suddenly frowned: "You have eye boogers."

Yukino Yukinoshita replied coldly, "Haku-kun, please stop using childish tricks that are appropriate for your age."

"Aren't you just using the 'staring contest' tactic that elementary school kids use?"

Mai Sakurajima casually remarked, and Yukino Yukinoshita casually looked away, checked the time, and said, "Since the request has been decided, let's see what each other's abilities are like."

Although the commission has been accepted, the classes will not officially begin preparations for the cultural festival until at least after the midterm exams, which is still quite some time away.

“Eru, I’ll handle Class A. You take care of Class B. Make sure the executive committee members elected by both classes are your own people. Secure your base first… As for the biggest threat, you’ll be in charge of running errands and be ready to take the blame at any time. I won’t go into too much detail, but you’ll be in charge of cooperating with my instructions. Based on past experience, I estimate that the class monitor of Class A will take over the work of the executive committee member.”

Houtarou Oreki: "Can I start taking the blame now? Preparing to take the blame feels more tiring."

Angelina pretended not to hear.

The white figure called out, "Too long to read?"

"Who is that? I don't know them." Angelina rolled her eyes and turned to Chitanda Eru. "Do you know someone named 'Too Long to Read'?"

Chitanda Eru nodded and turned to look at Bai Ying: "Uncle Bai, isn't it impolite to give people nicknames?"

“You’re right, Chitanda Eru,” Shirokage nodded. “You should call me Shirokage.”

"No, no, no..." Chitanda Eru shook her head hurriedly. "I was using honorifics. Uncle Bai is my elder. How can I call him by his first name?"

Bai Ying snapped her fingers: "So it's a matter of politeness not to call someone by their name."

Chitanda Eru fell into deep thought, not because she believed in this logic, but because her thoughts couldn't help but wander, pondering the difference between 'honorifics' and 'nicknames'.

Angelina rolled her eyes. She was clearly a girl with a lot of initiative, yet she liked to overthink things.

"I just don't think it'll work!"

Angelina's voice was so loud that it drew somewhat surprised glances from others.

The white-clad figure asked curiously, "Why not?"

"..."

Angelina couldn't help but recall the past.

Respect for superiors, respect for seniors in the superpower world, awe for seemingly powerful superpowered individuals... all of that has long been thrown into the trash!

Think about it carefully, why did the high school life you longed for turn out like this?

'Anjie Xuande, this question is like this... pfft pfft'—Oh dear, don't mention that name! Unable to refute, I copied the homework with tears in my eyes!

'Wow, she lifted the table so easily! No wonder she's a powerhouse!' -- What?! It's just a school desk; any girl could lift it easily, right? She really could! I didn't even use any superpowers!

'Too long to read... Huh? Why would Bai call me that? Pronounced much longer, this nickname is definitely longer than just calling me Anxinyuan.' — Shocking!

The ideal high school life: Ah, youth! Ah, happiness! As soft and delicious as a dessert!

Real-life high school life: A walking joke machine! Often misunderstood, an undercover agent for a suspicious patient organization! Those clothes seem a little tight… Stop!

The memory ends.

Angelina drew strength from her memories. She straightened her head, her cheeks slightly puffed out, and raised the flag of rebellion, determined to reclaim her name: "Bai! Isn't it weird to call someone by a name that's too long and can't be pronounced? I have my own name, and in terms of pronunciation, it's much shorter than my nickname!"

Bai Ying was stunned and exclaimed in shock, "It's actually called by a shorter name?! Too heavy to look at, is that really true?!"

"Of course! If you don't believe me, read it aloud and see what everyone else says..."

Angelina muttered a few words of resentment, then suddenly realized, "Huh?!"

Bai Ying asked in a normal tone, "What's wrong? Is it too important to you?"

“That nickname is even worse!” Angelina objected strongly, adding, “And it’s not heavy at all!”

Bai Ying cleared her throat, as if reciting a poem with a cheerful rhythm: "I smell the sweet fragrance on my fingertips, and my tongue is slightly itchy for a long time. When I put it in my mouth and chew it, the fragrance lingers in my mouth. I will remember how delicious it is today, and I will not hesitate to eat the weight that is about to be swallowed."

Angelina: "?!"

"I pinched the excess fat on my stomach, and a wave of sadness washed over me. I exercised, persevered, and sweated profusely. I imagined what it would look like when it disappeared tomorrow, and then I would no longer feel lost or anxious about the weight that was about to disappear."

Angelina: "Goo?!"

The others subconsciously glanced at Angelina—was she fat? Not fat, right?

It's just that her genes make her cheeks look a little chubby, and perhaps because she has some Western ancestry, she appears to be more mature than usual. Her body proportions don't make her look overly fat...

Yukino Yukinoshita subtly withdrew her gaze, her hands resting on the table slightly clasped together in front of her. Recalling her previous experience with puberty syndrome, she couldn't help but wonder: who inherited the recessive gene, herself or her sister? It wasn't noticeable when Mom was wearing a kimono... Uh, better not think about that dangerous topic.

"I understand, you've already tried your best." Bai Ying said sadly, giving a thumbs-up with a comical expression. "You've already mentally trained so hard! Keep it up!"

"ah--!!"

The girl, her hair standing on end like an enraged porcupine, charged ahead, chasing the white figure around the activity room.

As they watched her, a judgment flashed through their minds—she had indeed gained weight.

Before she knew it, the afternoon club activities were over. Before the activity room was packed with people at dusk, Bai Ying picked up her bag and walked out the door, still saying earnestly, "Too long to read, you need to maintain the habit of mentally exercising to lose weight, so that you'll have a slim and beautiful image in your mind..."

Angelina exclaimed in frustration, "I'm going for a run tomorrow!"

"That's right. Tomorrow you'll have already exercised by running, so you've already lost weight today. You need to have that kind of confidence."

"Gu——!"

Mai Sakurajima said with a smile, "If you want to maintain your figure but don't want to work too hard, you can try doing exercises."

Angelina's eyes lit up: "Huh?"

Mai Sakurajima shared her experience: "Of course, the most important thing is to control your diet. It's not a problem to eat a lot at three meals a day, as daily activities will naturally burn off the energy. However, it's best not to eat anything outside of meals, especially desserts—excessive intake is the key to losing your figure."

Angelina nodded with slight regret.

Bai Ying interjected, "It's okay. I did a set of exercises today, so I'll reward myself with a bottle of milk tea. I'll do more exercises tomorrow, and then reward myself with a small cake. Balanced budget, perfect!"

Angelina's expression froze: "I...I...I didn't mean that..."

The three walked ahead rather quickly. Yukino Yukinoshita closed the door to the activity room and locked it—didn't someone say they were going to the film set? Celebrities can lie without batting an eye, humph.

She glanced at the Aid Department's faction, which now had five stickers. Sakurajima Mai's sticker was placed right next to hers in order... It gave her a subtle feeling of her territory being invaded.

But looking at the little fox sticker in front, isn't that a request from Anxinyuan?

As expected, the claim that the territory was invaded was unfounded; I was just overthinking it.

Yukino Yukinoshita put away her keys, slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, leaving Hachiman Hikigaya and Yui Yuigahama behind, and quickened her pace to catch up.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Goto Ichiri's Great Adventure

A sea of ​​people, a dazzling display of colors.

The stage was there waiting, but the performers were slow to arrive.

"Oh no!"

Backstage, there were two shrouded figures, their faces obscured, seemingly talking to no one in particular, shouting and yelling to themselves.

"We're doomed! The scheduled show can't be performed! Billions of viewers are waiting for the show, what are we going to do?!"

"Damn it! If it weren't for Ms. Yukinoshita's car crashing into a UFO and her searching for a time machine to fix the accident, she wouldn't have missed the Universe's Number One Concert!"

Huh? A time machine?

Just as the question arose, the two people, who were gesturing wildly, started discussing the very point of their doubt.

"Wait! If there's a time machine, Ms. Yukinoshita will definitely be able to make it to the performance, right?!"

That's right, that's right, they even have a time machine now...

"How foolish of you! If Ms. Yukinoshita could make it to the performance, would we still be here waiting for a hero to save the day?!"

"What you said makes so much sense, I can't even refute it."

"We can't count on Yukinoshita anymore! Host, we need a hero, a real hero!"

"So where are the heroes? The performance time is almost here!"

The voices of the two little black figures became melodious and varied.

Heroes? When it comes to heroes, of course it's—

Guitar Hero!

"Hey, you guys look like you need a little help."

His calm tone, with a touch of ease, was like the gentle smile of someone awe-inspiring, inspiring trust, closeness, and reassurance.

The two little black figures were startled and turned to look at the dark corner backstage, where they found a tall figure standing there. They asked, "Who goes there?!"

Amidst the crisp, metallic clinking sounds, a pink-haired girl stepped out of the shadows. Her dark red shirt was covered with various chains, as well as zippers of incomprehensible vertical, horizontal, and diagonal shapes. Even her trousers had decorative zipper openings at the knees, and her belt was adorned with strings of jingling metal crosses, skulls, and five-pointed stars.

The clothing and appearance highlighted the excessive levels of heavy metals.

The young woman raised her hand and took off the sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, revealing a confident smile.

"Goto desu."

The two little black dogs were terrified, and their shocked cries rose and fell.

"It's actually Goto Ichiri, who is known as a national treasure and whose status is comparable to that of Yukinoshita!"

"That's right! Only Ichiri Goto could pull off such a cool outfit!"

"A guitar hero who saved lives in a time of crisis!"

"The superstar everyone's been waiting for!"

Two little black hands held each other, pressed together, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah……"

Goto Ichiri smiled calmly, a guitar already in her hand. She raised her head, walked over the two little black guitars, and basked in the light.

"Let's go, the stage is calling me."