Uneasy daily life

"Dear students, teachers, and visitors, welcome to the Xiuhua High School Cultural Festival performance..."

"This opening is not good."

Through the gap in the backstage curtain, a white figure peeked out and pointed, saying, "People always think it's rare for them to be serious, but as an audience member, from politicians' speeches to event venues, every opening remark is so formal and serious that there's absolutely no surprise."

Toyohama Kazuka retorted, "You want to rush up there and do a backflip?"

Bai Ying laughed and pointed at the stage: "If I were the host, I would just do a backflip onto the stage from below the stage, wouldn't that elicit gasps of surprise?"

"It felt pretty average."

"What if I do a backflip and then my phone rings?"

"...Looking at your phone?"

"Ding ding~ ding~ Hello, this is the Xiuhua High School Cultural Festival Stick Figure..."

"Xinei!"

Feng Bin and Hua jumped up.

"Hmm? What kind of performance are you guys preparing?" Yukinoshita Haruno, holding a guitar, interjected with interest, "And Hana-chan's outfit... a dancer?"

The top and hot pants are both bright yellow. The short top reveals her slender arms, slim waist and navel, while the hot pants hug her healthy, fair thighs. The edges of the top and pants are decorated with pendant tassels, making her look youthful and fitting the classic image of a hot girl.

Feng Bin and Hua are clearly not hot girls; at best, they're just chili peppers.

"It's from a music video we filmed before." Toyohama and Hana glanced sideways at the End Band beside them. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

Kita Ikuyo's confidence faltered slightly: "Is this...is this the brilliance of an idol?!"

Goto Ichiri swallowed hard: "Wow, that feels so daring..."

Yamada Ryo pondered, "Is the glamorous style in fashion again now?"

Nijika Ichichi: "Um, we're just a band, we shouldn't be dressed like this, right?"

The four of them wore matching black T-shirts and gray skirts, with the words "End of Band" printed on their T-shirts. Compared to Toyohama and Hana's professional outfits, they looked rather ordinary.

"Heh." Feng Bin and Hua curled their lip. "Are you all children? Since you've chosen to dance in front of others, why be afraid of what others think?"

Yukinoshita asked with interest, "Stolen from that bastard?"

"Keep it up, and try to leave behind the classic line 'Bai Ying once said...' in the future." Bai Ying encouraged her, then asked, "Since it's an old outfit, it should still fit you, right? You'll be dancing later."

Feng Binhe's face darkened slightly.

"A few months ago!"

Damn it, I always feel like I'm developing way too slowly...

My ideal is someone like my older sister, with a slender figure and outstanding temperament!

"Hey hey~ I haven't answered my question yet. What are you guys planning to perform?" Yukinoshita Haruno guessed with interest. "So, this rascal is really good at acting, huh?"

“This…” Toyohama Kazuka’s expression was subtle, “A joke? A song and dance? A musical performance? I feel like it’s a bit of all of those…”

"Hey, I've really gone to great lengths to correct your lazy, coquettish habit," Bai Ying chuckled. "Once we're on stage, our master-disciple relationship will end, and we'll be rivals from now on. The spotlight will only belong to one person, and I won't hold back!"

"Who's afraid of you? Humph!"

written request for leave

In the end, I still couldn't escape the predicament of turning into a flounder in the later stages... Occasionally, when I look back at the previous content and ideas, I feel like it's actually my past self? I always feel that if there are too many characters in a scene, it will be a bit restrictive and difficult to grasp the balance. But looking back, I seem to have done this kind of thing quite a lot.

I tried to create some short skits to open up my mind, but I ended up with a complete mental block.

Damn it, why is it getting worse and worse? Is it because I'm tired of Yukino, or has the passion and energy been exhausted by the white shadow? Suddenly I understand the gory truck thing, oh dear—let's reincarnate, change the map, and start a new story!

Year after year, we cherish the peace of our son; generation after generation, we lament the fate of Jiang Lang. Perhaps his poetic fame was destined to die young, leaving blank spaces for posterity to commemorate.

Huh? I don't even know what I'm scribbling down, but the fact that I managed to write it means I still have some crazy side! Okay! Starting tomorrow, I'll exercise, go to bed early and get up early, be filial to my parents, and be considerate of my younger sister!

Let me hypnotize myself a bit—Yukino Yukinoshita is the most ideal first love. Why do I say that?

Because she's not as good as Mai Sakurajima.

win!

Chapter Eighty Snake Play

What are the performances at the cultural festival?

On either side of a desk, two students in school uniforms are brainstorming ideas for a cultural festival performance.

The girl's pretty, delicate face was filled with irritation, her brows furrowed like knotted thoughts, as if she were facing advanced mathematics.

The boy gave a perfunctory smile: "Isn't this simple?"

The girl waited impatiently before returning, then retorted, "What's so easy about it?"

The boy snapped his fingers: "Go on stage confidently, greet your classmates, teachers, and audience, then finish the performance, and say goodbye. Isn't that all?"

"Huh? What kind of bizarre performance is this? You've omitted the middle and only included the beginning and the end?" the girl complained. "This kind of performance wouldn't even pass censorship."

"Ha! Then let me show you!"

"You come."

The boy stood up from his seat and walked towards the edge of the stage, vividly describing, "If this classroom were a stage, there would be a bunch of spectators outside right now, including familiar classmates, teachers, and unfamiliar adults and children, like that pink-haired little girl with her hair tied up, peeking out... Yes, I'm talking about you!"

Her finger moved from facing the curious Goto Jiri in the audience to Yui Yuigahama standing on the side of the stage.

"Huh? Dad, is that my older sister too?"

An innocent voice came from below the stage.

Shh! Don't talk nonsense! Let's watch the show!

The old father chuckled as he suppressed his restless youngest daughter.

"Anyway, now that this is a stage for many people, I'm going to start my performance..."

The boy turned around and backed up to the edge of the stage.

The girl sat there, pouting, "Let's see what you can act."

boom!

The sound of footsteps on the stage wooden planks was crisp and refreshing.

"Dear classmates, teachers, relatives, parents, grandparents, family members, police officers, neighbors..."

The boy walked in from the edge, each step heavy and forceful. His taut arms swung back and forth like pendulums, his entire body stiff as if cement had seeped into his veins. When he turned to face the audience outside the stage, he seemed startled by the dense gazes, and his continuous speech suddenly stopped.

The boy decisively turned his head, tossing the back of his head to the audience, and with a long sigh of relief, "Oh my god!" he continued to walk clumsily to the center of the stage, his lips trembling like a wound-up toy. He was so bad at speaking that he seemed to be very good at it.

"Welcome to the Xiuhua High School Cultural Festival performance. Please take your seats in an orderly manner and scan the QR code for senior citizen and student discounts..."

"Stop!" The girl rolled her eyes, speechless. "Are you driving a bus?"

"You don't know anything, it's part of the performance."

The stiff, tense boy turned his head back, his movements suddenly becoming fluid and natural. With a relaxed and confident expression, he cupped his hands towards the audience outside the stage: "Don't you all agree? Okay, I can already hear you all saying yes in your hearts..."

"Come back, come back, come back..." The girl waved, "I asked you to demonstrate, and you actually got into character and thought you were the main character?"

The boy sat back down, surprised, and said, "Huh? Aren't I one?"

The girl slammed her hand on the table: "You didn't sign up for the cultural festival performance!"

"That's alright then," the boy said casually, then added excitedly, "Just act like that on stage, and I guarantee you'll..."

The girl interrupted, "We'll become the laughingstock of the whole school the next day."

"So what are you going to act in?"

"Am I discussing this with you?" the girl said seriously, gesturing with her hand. "In short, I want something cool, exciting, and stunning, something completely different from everyone else, something very novel and unique!"

The boy scoffed: "You want to go down in history, don't you?"

The girl scoffed: "It's better than that infamous idea you just came up with."

"Um……"

The boy began to think.

"Have you figured it out yet?" the girl asked, looking at him expectantly.

The boy gave an example: "How about snake charmer?"

The girl's eyes widened and she leaned back: "A snake?!"

The boy explained carefully, "It's like an Indian snake charmer. He plays a flute, and the snakes come out and sway from side to side..."

"I can't possibly bring a snake onto the stage! No, wait, I don't know that kind of trick!" The girl seemed somewhat bewildered and frustrated. "Can't you come up with something more reliable?!"

"To be honest, you've been pressuring me to come up with ideas..." The boy started to say, but the girl grinned and gritted her teeth with a cold smile. He changed the subject, "If a real snake won't work, we can use a fake one!"

The girl sighed helplessly: "Are you kidding me? Do you expect me to go on stage like a primary school student and swing a toy snake around?"

"hiss--!"

A sharp, penetrating hiss of a snake emerged.

The girl stared at the boy, who looked back at her with a solemn expression, and the stage suddenly fell silent.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, moved her left foot under the desk, and carefully kicked the boy's shin.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

The boy stuck out his tongue and made a series of lifelike snake-like hisses.

"You think you're a snake?!"

"Why not? Watch closely!"

The boy reached into his desk and pulled out a recorder and a pair of sunglasses.

He put on his sunglasses and held a recorder in both hands, playing a penetrating rhythm like a snake flute.

The lower body sits motionless in the chair, while the upper body relies on the shoulders, waist, and neck, making the upper body appear visually longer.

He swayed back and forth and side to side in rhythm, occasionally stretching his neck and shaking his head with a few hissing sounds. With the sunglasses on his face, he really looked like a cobra that had popped out of a box and was dancing to the music.

"Hiss~ Woo--! Hiss~ Woo-woo--! Woo-woo↗Woo↘Woo↗~~~"

After a violent tremor in his waist, the man stopped playing, still not satisfied: "Look, isn't this a fake snake?"

The girl honestly complained, "It looks more like a chaotic, erratic frenzy, but the idea is actually pretty good."

The boy said confidently, "Just act like that then, and I guarantee you'll..."

The girl interrupted, "It will become the focus of ridicule and mockery throughout the school."

"This won't work, that won't work." The boy was probably annoyed, and waved his hand dismissively, "I think it's clearly you who's no good!"

The girl's eyes widened, her lips trembled, and she was momentarily speechless, only able to stare intently at him.

The boy looked angry and stared back defiantly.

The stage froze for two or three seconds, but the audience waited happily for the performance to continue.

The girl suddenly stood up and reached out to unbutton her clothes.

Children should watch this with parental supervision!

As the boy loudly warned him, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, then spread his fingers to reveal his gaze.

"Stop messing around—" The girl took off her coat, revealing the stage performance costume she was already wearing. She threw the uniform at the boy in annoyance, and untied her skirt from the side, revealing the hot pants she was wearing underneath. "Then let's see who can act like a snake more!"

"Where did this nonsensical line come from? It's like drinking half a can of Coke and then forcibly refilling it."

The boy casually tossed the clothes that had been thrown at him onto the table, pushed the desk aside, and with a jerk of his chair pointing towards the audience, he put the recorder in his mouth and shouted indistinctly, "Let's go!"

"Woo-du-du~"

The exceptionally penetrating sound of the flute rang out, and the girls, probably without having time to bend down and take off their shoes, simply stepped on each other's heels, knocking their shoes off with two thuds.

The girls on campus have vanished, and a glamorous idol with flowing blonde hair shines on stage.

Her fair, delicate bare feet stomped on the floor, creating a soft, rhythmic sound that echoed the light, quick steps. Like a dazzling golden shooting star, she swept across the edge of the stage closest to the audience, her figure tracing an arc, exuding charm with grace, confidence, and poise.

As the long, soaring prelude fades, the self-expression tour ends, the dancer returns to the center, and the musician plays the snake flute on his recorder.