Uneasy daily life

I tried to break through the first watch barrier, but unexpectedly suffered a qi deviation, feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and with a terrible headache!

Damn it, the intermittent melancholy is too high, and the fun factor is too low. Although Bai Ying delivered a blow to the socialite in the book, this is not what I wanted to write!

What is that girl's skirt? Is it a shy, hesitant look, or a hint of aloofness? Is it a touch of reserve, or a dash of carefree ease? Aww! It must be a notice for a fixed-term imprisonment program at a social reform university!

Calvin's sentimental and melancholic thoughts must have been dried under the snow!

I need to ask for leave, and it's approved!

Chapter Ninety-One: He's chasing me?!

"Did you go to film a TV series before?"

"Filming? You mean 'Night Digest'? I was just invited by Brave Plus to temporarily fill in as a screenwriter and wrote one episode of the script."

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Angelina and Bai Ying ran side by side. The streets, quiet on a weekend morning, were bustling with activity. A few pedestrians hurried by. In the park, an elderly man strolled slowly, his cane tapping on the rough ground. A middle-aged man yawned, unlocked his security lock, and pushed up the roller shutter with a clatter...

"It's all because of that script written by Bai Ying; it made Dad look very sad!"

Angelina strode forward, her cheeks slightly puffed out, as she denounced the other party.

Bai Ying smiled: "That just means I wrote well!"

"But I've run out of barbecue..."

Angelina replied instinctively, then looked at the white figure warily.

"When I have time, I'll treat you to a barbecue sometime?"

Bai Ying raised an eyebrow and replied.

Angelina frowned, a look of suspicion on her face—what's going on? Why didn't she complain about the fat content of the barbecue? Why didn't she shout, "Which is heavier, the long poem or the barbecue? They're heavier together! Why didn't she mimic the lament of a weighing scale?!"

Are you...?

"Are you acting strange?"

Bai Ying preemptively asked, "What are you thinking about?"

“Uh…” Angelina was speechless. Did she have to bring up the very thing she didn’t want to talk about?

Wouldn't that be like a self-destruction?!

"Hmm?" Bai Ying suddenly said coldly, "The commander admires a hollow and boring aesthetic. Without a doubt, he is a hollow and boring person with zero aesthetic sense!"

"what?"

Angelina, why are you suddenly bringing this up?

The two jogged side by side for about ten meters. She felt that the white figure's gaze was becoming increasingly dangerous. Suddenly remembering the setting, she immediately said, "The leader is a bad person!"

"Usually, it's like a tsundere saying 'I hate you,' completely lacking in spirit."

Bai Ying commented, "Judging from your attack power of less than 3000 and your snail-like reaction, you are probably not Bai Yinghua in disguise."

“?” Angelina thought for a moment, “Oh…you mentioned white hibiscus, I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before…Oh! The one in the theater troupe who thinks lies are beautiful?”

"She also has the superpower to transform into anyone. Several people have been scammed recently, so you'd better be careful."

Bai Ying saw the clear innocence of a high school student in Angelina's eyes, so she gave an example: "For instance, she might pretend to be your friend and ask you to go out with her. Only when you share your experience with your friends will you realize that you've been deceived."

Angelina blinked: "It doesn't sound like anything?"

"If you and your friend start arguing over some minor issues while traveling, and eventually break off your friendship, and your friend apologizes and runs away, and you can't help but reflect on your mistakes that night, and then go to school the next day to talk to them, hoping to make up..."

Bai Ying vividly imitated the voice of a classmate: "Huh? What do you mean by making up? Did we ever have a fight?"

"hiss--!"

Angelina gasped, "That's so mean!"

"So be careful," Bai Ying said earnestly. "That thing is utterly inhuman; it's terrifying how easily it can deceive people."

Indeed, he was as terrifying as a superior officer.

Angelina felt awe and sadness at being part of this St. Elizabeth Hospital gang.

This is too dangerous! The world of superpowered individuals is far too dangerous!

The two ran side by side around the park for a while longer before Angelina belatedly remembered the topic they had interrupted: "Hey! Bai Ying, we were just talking about the TV series you wrote, weren't we?!"

"What's wrong?" Bai Ying asked, puzzled. "Could it be that my writing isn't good enough?"

"Uh... it was probably pretty good, right? Dad and Mom watched the whole TV series before they remembered they needed to eat."

Angelina reminisced for a moment, then sighed slightly, "I'm also a little reminded of my time studying in Italy, but that Ishikari hot pot looks delicious!"

"They have them in that shop over there."

Bai Ying gestured towards a restaurant ahead: "How about grabbing breakfast while we're at it? I tried Ishikari Nabe on set. Although it wasn't quite enough to satisfy my fiery soul, the rich and savory flavor was enough to soothe my palate. It's a pretty good breakfast option."

"Really?"

Angelina's eyes lit up, and she secretly swallowed. She realized she'd been running for so long without even realizing it… She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, glancing at her damp palms. "Then I'll go back and change my clothes…"

Bai Ying sighed, "You're such a hassle, Angelina."

"Everyone says not to call me by my long name...sigh?"

Angelina instinctively retorted, then exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening, "Huh? You actually called me by my name?!"

"Well..." Bai Ying hesitated for a moment, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Angelina complained, "I don't want to hear either of them."

Bai Ying said, "From a creative perspective, constantly repeating a character's unimportant traits makes the character seem rigid and lifeless, lacking vivid and interesting variations—like proverbs and memes, the more people use them, the more they hear them, and the more they say them, the easier it is for them to become boring and annoying. It's the same principle as calling you by your nickname. At first, you'll go 'wow' and 'ahhh,' but after that, you'll be indifferent, which makes it less interesting, and the character becomes thin along with the nickname..."

"I don't want to hear anything you say!" Angelina puffed out her cheeks slightly, then asked curiously, "The truth?"

“The truth is, calling you Angelina will make you overreact, and it will have the same effect as calling you Too Long to Read in the first place!” Bai Ying said with a scholarly air. “Since it will have the same effect, then whether you call me Angelina or Too Long to Read is a secondary matter!”

It seems like...maybe it makes sense...what a load of rubbish!

"It's Anshinin Angelina! Her name is not a secondary matter!"

Angelina bared her teeth angrily, stomped her foot, and turned to run towards home. After running a short distance, she suddenly stopped, turned back warily to look at the white figure in the distance, and shouted, "You're not going to stand me up, are you?!"

Bai Ying smiled and waved, then sat down on a bench by the street to wait.

Huh? He didn't imitate a pigeon's call? Today's white figure… no, today's superior… has an unsettling, dangerous quality to it!

They seem to be this unpredictable usually, right? So that means there's no danger?

Forget it, I'd better hurry home, shower, and change before going out for Ishikari Nabe!

Angelina dashed home, rushed into the bathroom to shower and change clothes in one go, and ran out with her head steaming hot, whether from sweat or water, she couldn't tell. Then she went into the washroom.

"Well?"

Looking dejected, Anxinyuan's father, who was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, took a step to the side, casually took a bottle from the jars and handed it over: "Hmm."

"Dad, I just went for a run, and my face is all sweaty and a little oily. I should use facial cleanser to clean it up. Also, you're using a men's facial cleanser... Huh? Why is it still this brand? You've been using it for years, haven't you?"

Angelina couldn't help but complain, then precisely took out a bottle of facial cleanser from the jars and began washing her face.

Anxinyuan's father: "?"

Aren't facial cleansers and soaps essentially the same thing? The only difference is one comes in a gel and the other in a block... Oh, facial cleansers seem to foam? So what's the difference? And shouldn't we just keep using things we're used to?

The father of Anxinyuan had as many questions in his mind as the bubbles that came out when he brushed his teeth. He suddenly noticed that his daughter picked out a lipstick, hummed a little tune in front of the mirror, and seemed to be happily applying it to her lips.

I quickly swung the toothbrush around in my mouth a few times, took a mouthful of water and spat it into the sink, finally freeing my tongue.

Anxinyuan's father asked curiously, "Why are you getting ready? You'll have breakfast later, won't you?"

"Oh, I'm not eating breakfast at home. I'm going to eat Ishikari Nabe, the one on TV last night. I saw a shop selling it when I was jogging this morning." Angelina finished applying her lipstick and put it away, complaining, "Besides, this isn't makeup, it's just lipstick."

"Ishikari Nabe?" Anshin-in's father couldn't help but think of the TV series that kept him up at night, a show he both loved and hated. "Then let's just call your mother and go together..."

"No! I want to go with my friends!"

Angelina quickly shook her head and said, "Dad and Mom are so strange!"

friend?

Anxin's father asked with a smile, "Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"good friend!"

Angelina rolled her eyes, wrinkled her nose and snorted at her father, then turned and left the washroom briskly.

Is it really good to be young? My daughter wasn't affected by the TV drama, she adapted well to her new environment in Japan, made new friends, and didn't have to worry about having to transfer schools or go abroad...

Anxinyuan's father smiled with relief. Last night, he called a friend to ask him to send some spices and local specialties from his hometown. He didn't know when they would arrive.

Good friends? I think they're probably bad friends.

I wanted a happy, youthful, and vibrant high school life... but it turned into a colorful black!

Angelina gave her mother a few instructions in the kitchen, and after leaving the house, she remembered her other names such as Angela Xuande and the Rikishi of Soubu High School, and couldn't help but pat her cheeks.

Don't think about those unhappy things, let's go eat Ishikari Nabe!

Angelina ran back to the park and found the white figure sitting on a bench, staring intently at his phone.

"let's go."

"Ugh."

Bai Ying suddenly sighed.

Angelina pretended not to hear and called out spiritedly, "Where's that shop? Get up and lead the way!"

“Angelina, I’m so disappointed in you.” Bai Ying held up her phone and said painfully, “Scientific research shows that the time a girl spends on makeup determines how much she values ​​a date—fifteen minutes! You only took fifteen minutes! Am I really not important to you at all?”

“Uh…” Angelina raised her index finger and complained, “Is it possible that the ten minutes were for Ishikari’s pot?”

"I only lasted five minutes?!"

"Five minutes is the round trip time."

"You've changed. Not only do you have no respect for me, you've started attacking me..."

"Oh dear! Quickly give me directions!"

Angelina reached out and pulled the white figure up, giving it initial momentum by pushing it.

"I do not go!"

"Hey hey~ What kind of idiot are you? How can you possibly enjoy a steaming hot meal like Ishikari Nabe after putting on all that makeup? You'll ruin your makeup in no time!"

"I see. I forgive you."

"?"

Out of respect for Ishikari Nabe, Angelina swallowed her complaints with difficulty.

……

……

Picking up the soup ladle, I scooped a spoonful of the rich broth infused with seafood and local delicacies, and inexplicably felt that my action was sacred.

Take a sip.

subtle.

Angelina gave a subtle look.

"Do you know what the most wonderful food is?" Shiro asked with a smile as she ate her own Ishikari Nabe.

"what?"

Angelina picked up a piece of fish to taste, and... it was quite tasty, but not that delicious.

Bai Ying described with a smile: "There's a food called xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). They're the perfect size, with a thin skin like a misty window, through which you can vaguely see the meat filling soaking in the broth. The subtle aroma of wheat and pastry always carries a hint of the irresistible scent of meat. You can't swallow these dumplings whole, otherwise the scalding broth will burst through the skin and explode in your mouth. You have to use chopsticks to poke open the pleats, savor a mouthful of the hot broth, and while the savory flavor still lingers on your tongue, you can eat the dumpling—the chewy skin, the tender, crisp meat filling bursting in your mouth, the lingering, fragrant broth—everything unfolds on your taste buds with each chew. If you dip it in vinegar, it cuts through the richness and enhances the flavor..."

"Goo."

Angelina quickly scooped up a spoonful of soup to suppress her craving.

“But after you actually eat it, you’ll find it’s not that delicious,” Bai Ying laughed. “The anticipation is the most wonderful thing, just like when I wait for you to come home and change your clothes.”

“Hmm—” Angelina’s eyes darted around, and she said seriously, “I don’t believe it!”