Uneasy daily life

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: Hmm? Mu Qing is usually so composed and mature, why is she acting so out of character today, provoking me?]

[Wooden Fish: What kind of lousy script did you write?!]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Could it be that you're the kind of overworked office worker who's been working far from home for ten years without making any progress, only reporting good news to your family and hiding the bad, and dreading going back home for holidays?]

[Wooden fish: ?]

[Little Pockmarked Boy: ...As expected of my godfather.]

Insomnia: What a swift knife!

[Crow: Holy crap, even prospective corporate slaves are trembling with fear.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: Of course, you're not wrong. This script is indeed terrible, extremely terrible. It started strong but ended weakly, a complete mess!]

[Wooden Fish: At least you have some self-awareness! To be honest, the script wasn't bad, but it was very heartbreaking to watch. I haven't felt this way in a long time...]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: You insulted my art and defiled my concept! You despicable director! You despicable screenwriter Uesugi! They tampered with my script! You wouldn't be this angry if my script hadn't been changed!]

[Wooden Fish: Huh? It was actually changed like this by the director and screenwriter? Are they out of their minds? They know it's hurting the audience, yet they still enjoy hurting them, and they even specifically named you to take the blame?!]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: That's right! Those two traitors! I'll remember this grudge!]

[Crow: What was the original script like?]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: There was originally no scene where someone ran out in the rain and was given an umbrella by a teenage high school girl! It was completely unnecessary!]

[Wooden Fish: That was the only light in the whole episode that brought me some comfort!]

[Wooden Fish: No matter how difficult life is, it must go on. Occasionally, sadness may show, but one is fortunate enough to receive kindness from others. It's as if one sees a naive and innocent self from the past, finally murmuring in their heart, "I still have to go to work tomorrow," holding an umbrella brought by someone else, and walking into the wind and rain...]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: People hanging on a cliff can hardly climb up on their own, yet they dare not fall. Over time, their arms become numb, and they feel it's a form of torture, giving rise to the urge to let go—often, someone else reaches out to pull them up.]

[Wooden Fish: Yeah!]

[Crow: As expected of the screenwriter.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: But my script doesn't need this kind of thing! The original plot was that a customer rushed out of the shop in the rain, got soaked, and woke up the next day with a high fever. He took out his phone to ask for a day off, his mind racing with thoughts—how to humbly and diligently act pitiful and hardworking to his boss, whether his full attendance bonus and salary would be docked, whether it would affect his interpersonal relationships at work… He overcame his illness. He simply took a few pills, changed his clothes, and left home as if being chased by time, murmuring to himself—]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: I have to go to work today.]

[Wooden fish: ???]

[Wooden Fish: I'm a corporate slave, you beast!]

[Crow: Damn, no wonder he's the screenwriter!]

[Wooden Fish: I'm going to release this conversation! I'm going to rally the heroes! I'll have all eighteen warlords overthrow you!]

[Bai Liang Bai Ying: Ha, chickens flock together, not a single crow; dogs in packs, not a single bark heard!]

[Wooden Fish: (An overly emotional expression of intense emotion).]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying have muted Mu Yu for 30 minutes.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: I'll first execute you, you traitorous minister, then sweep away the eighteen warlords, and those two traitors who dared to alter my script!]

The group chat was quiet for a while.

[Little Pockmarked Boy: Where is everyone?]

[Insomnia: The traitor was beheaded, so of course he's gone.]

[Crow: Huh? Why are you guys still in the group chat? Screenwriter Lü is already taking on eighteen office workers on the Hulao Forum!]

[Little Pockmarked Boy: Huh?]

[Crow: Is there anything strange about that? Just a few months ago, Prime Minister Dong fought a group of Sakurajima Mai's fanatical fans to the point of having their accounts banned. Today, it's just a different group of people.]

[Insomnia: Yes, Mai Sakurajima was directly on his side back then, so their relationship was probably ambiguous.]

[Little Pockmarked: Shut up! My godfather is upright and incorruptible. I only support Bing Qingyujie. Their relationship is purely a professional friendship!]

Insomnia: This is a serious condition.

[Crow: Increase the dosage!]

Chapter Ninety-Three: Angelina, aged...

The thing you should stay away from most is emotion.

Yukino Yukinoshita typed on the keyboard, showing Yumiko Miura a list of past cultural festival events.

The one who falls in love first is the loser.

Yukino Yukinoshita paused slightly, subconsciously glancing at the white figure spouting nonsense.

Therefore, the most skilled keyboard warrior is definitely the one who is best at stealing hearts!

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then ignored the question and focused on resolving the issues related to the commission...

Back then, Miyamoto Musashi successfully manipulated Sasaki Kojiro with his tactic of deliberately being late for his girlfriend's date, making Sasaki Kojiro anxious, insecure, and unable to extricate himself from the situation. This led to Sasaki Kojiro's defeat in the decisive battle that followed, and he never regained his footing! My Bai Liang Bai Ying Keyboard is invincible, no problem at all!

There's a very strange yet inexplicably reasonable logic to it?

Yukino Yukinoshita's feelings were unspoken.

"Hehehehe hahaha hahahahahahahahahahahaha! The eighteen warlords have gathered, declaring me their enemy, so what?"

The white figure held the phone with unwavering composure, typing furiously at a speed that astonished even Yui Yuigahama, a social media whiz, who couldn't help but exclaim, "Shiro, are you even typing anything that fast?"

She reasonably suspected that Xiaobai was typing gibberish or something like "woof woof woof," after all, she had also observed the last Huashan keyboard battle... It can only be said that things on the internet are too strange, even stranger than interpersonal relationships.

"Typing fast shows that I am enthusiastic and eager to make my presence felt."

Bai Ying hummed a strange little tune she had made up, chuckling as she tapped her phone repeatedly.

"I rode out of the pass and directly challenged them: 'You dare to insult me ​​but you don't dare to insult the boss?!'"

"Start with a polite greeting: 'Did you work overtime?'"

"Here's another tip to persuade people to do good: 'What's the use of thinking so much? Calm your mind!'"

"Energy max! Ultimate skill fully charged, take this: 'The real corporate slaves are rushing to meet their performance targets! And you guys are?!'"

That nonchalant demeanor, coupled with those utterly scathing words, profoundly illustrated what it means to stay away from emotions when you're on the keyboard.

The flames of war raged as a powerful expert who had reached the pinnacle of the Dao of Key Path faced off against a motley crew of real and fake office workers. The escalating storm came to an abrupt halt at a certain moment.

Bai Ying crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand, looking deep in thought: "My account has been banned again."

Hachiman Hikigaya picked up his schoolbag: "Oh."

Yui Yuigahama clapped her hands blankly: "Uh...as expected of a newbie?"

“It’s perfectly reasonable and legal.” Yukino Yukinoshita commented calmly, closing her laptop. “That’s the general process. I’ll send you the information, remember to check it.”

Yumiko Miura was a little overwhelmed: "Is it enough to just read it?"

"After reading this, you'll understand the process and procedures of the cultural festival. Tomorrow is when we'll actually start preparing the plans. If you want to run for executive committee chairperson, you need to at least have the confidence to face others—you need to know what your job entails, right?"

Yukino Yukinoshita finished packing her things and glanced at the screen: "When are you going to stop arguing with netizens, Haku-kun?"

"I want this network to no longer block my view! I want this authority to no longer silence my voice! I want all living beings to understand my will! I want this forum to contain only my voice!"

"I'll apply for the lockdown to be lifted right away, and then we'll fight again!"

The white figure responded with a resounding voice.

"Good luck then. I hope I won't see you sleeping on the floor when the store opens tomorrow."

Yukino Yukinoshita slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, giving Bai Ying a rather speechless sidelong glance.

Bai Ying reached out and tapped on the keyboard, looking like she was bursting with inspiration: "Wonderful! Typing really does bring experience. I'm currently overflowing with ideas. This light novel will definitely impress the screenwriter! By the way, is the script for The Hero finished yet? Show it to me when you're done."

"I'm writing it."

She subconsciously replied, and then Yukino Yukinoshita noticed the subtle glances from Hachiman Hikigaya and Yui Yuigahama. She pursed her lips slightly and left the activity room feeling a little guilty.

The other three quickly followed, and Miura Yumiko couldn't help but remark, "Truly a gathering place for weirdos..."

Bai Ying transformed her inspiration into chapters and content for a light novel, and then sent a private message to Angelina.

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: It's too long to read now, let's go to the rooftop for a bit.]

[Angelina from Anxinyuan: What's up? I'm going home.]

[Bai Liang and Bai Ying: This is very important. If you don't come...]

The most terrifying thing is the ellipsis.

Angelina swallowed hard, suddenly feeling that the school gate in front of her was so far away. She took a deep breath and turned around with a resolute expression.

This is a trial!

The opponent is the theatrical eccentric of Soubu High School, the undisputed number one on the list of eccentrics. He can kill the Queen and send her to watch fireworks, and he can also point fingers and strike at the heart with his words. He is a member of the St. Elizabeth Corps, codenamed "Void White," and is the nominal superior... Huh? Is this considered abusing power?

Angelina approached the teaching building in a bit of a panic, subconsciously looking up at the rooftop terrace covered with barbed wire. Her neck was sore from craning her neck but she couldn't see anything unusual. She was still very flustered, to the point that she felt her face might turn square. She couldn't help but pat her cheeks, trying to make her face look rounder.

No, it can't be that fast, right?

We just went on a date yesterday, and today we're talking about going to the rooftop?! What are we going to do tomorrow? I don't even want to think about it!

Such abrupt, rude, and hasty progress is truly, in every respect, utterly, utterly unacceptable!

Thinking back, it happened during our date yesterday too. Sometimes I was just too attentive, which made me feel uneasy and awkward. Although I was generally happy, the thought of confessing my feelings immediately after asking a girl out shopping and having dinner—that's not just being a jerk, it's being overly confident, emotionally overflowing to the point of being greasy and eccentric!

Huh? Bai Ying seems to be naturally very confident and emotionally expressive?

Thinking about it this way, it actually makes sense?

It's okay if it's just hanging out with friends, but from a belated perspective as a date, it's not up to par! Absolutely not up to par!

Teasing the person you like, causing them trouble, occasionally expressing inexplicable things with unusual emotional intensity—in short, he's like an exceptionally energetic monkey, radiating unnaturalness and making a fuss, while clinging to the strange confidence that 'she likes me too'—do guys really become idiots because of girls?!

Angelina couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

A date! It's just about going out shopping together, eating out, and discovering new and interesting things together! Like any other day, just tell some strange stories, do something funny, and have a simple, happy day, isn't that enough?!

Making a big show of it or putting on a show can make girls feel uncomfortable and embarrassed!

I'm not interested at all; I just want to smash a hammer over your head!

The best romance is something simple and never gets old!

So I had to refuse and explain my reasons clearly... This white figure was too strange, and apart from making me feel annoyed that it might be a date, I didn't like it at all!

Angelina snapped out of her daze and found herself standing at the entrance to the rooftop. The confusion in her mind, the uncertainty about what to do, was now resolved with an answer.

She took a small breath and firmly pushed open the door.

Years later, when facing the white figure, Anxinyuan Angelina will recall that afternoon when the other person asked her to meet on the rooftop.

This is... a trial for a girl's heart!

With a sudden sense of reverence, Angelina stepped over the threshold and walked onto the rooftop, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the scene.

The same setting sun, the same twilight on the rooftop, but instead of a spring breeze, a slightly desolate autumn wind blew, as if foreshadowing some sad story to unfold.

Just refuse.

Unconsciously, the girl tensed up. Her gaze swept across the rooftop, and she saw a familiar figure with his back to her. Her steps faltered. She quietly took a deep breath, and words and sentences kept surfacing in her mind, sometimes piecing them together, sometimes roughly separating them, as if she were pondering how to write an essay around a certain theme.

She suddenly felt a poetic sentiment.

The absurdity of youth is largely due to boys thinking too little, like idiots, and girls thinking too much, like another idiot.

"You came."

The boy, with his back to her, spoke softly.

"I, I'm coming..."

Why are you stammering like that? It sounds so unimpressive!

Cheer up! You're the kind of girl who can give a firm refusal and a serious explanation!

"You came just in time."

The boy stood with his hands behind his back, his voice seemingly thoughtful, or perhaps contemplative. Finally, he exhaled deeply and said, "This place is truly filled with memories, reminding me of when you confessed your feelings to me..."

"Ah, oh..."

Confess!

The girl was absent-minded, her mind filled with the word that had suddenly appeared. Sure enough! Just as expected! Had the plot ultimately taken this turn?