Uneasy daily life

Mikawaki, who was secretly diving, suddenly discovered something strange.

[Cats & Dogs: Who do you think is better, the JK-style screenwriter or the heartless screenwriter? I'm getting more and more excited for the next few episodes!]

[Wooden Fish: JK screenwriter?]

[Crow: A screenwriter skilled at portraying high school girls (JKs). Episode 4, "The Taste of Love," is quite good; it's bittersweet, capturing the heart-fluttering feeling of a shy girl—truly embodying the JK style.]

[Radish Commando: That idol named Feng Binhua played a role that lasted less than a minute, yet she's already being called the dream girl of office workers. The JK screenwriter is really good at writing JK characters.]

Mikawa looked at the scattered comments online, his eye twitching slightly... Maybe, perhaps, it wasn't his fault?

Hahaha! It's all the screenwriter's fault!

Ding Ding Ding-!

The phone rang.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the screenwriter was Uesugi.

San Chuanmu was sweating profusely. "You netizens, you're always eating juicy gossip! That guy's got all sorts of gossip going on TV, turning his livestreams into mukbangs, attacking fans, getting into scuffles with veteran actors—why don't you eat his gossip and turn the seeds into trending nicknames?!"

Are there just too many melons, making it impossible to tell which one is the freshest?!

It's full of flaws, so it has no flaws at all. Is this the legendary "no moves are better than moves"?

Ding Ding Ding-!

The question is, should I ignore this call, or not answer it, or not answer it?

Chapter 101: All are Stupid Protein Bacteria!

"A grand dream spanning a thousand years, a world that never returns..."

On the way home, the lingering hustle and bustle of the city faded into the night. The streetlights greeted my footsteps and then fell behind me. The autumn breeze brought a touch of coolness, dispelling the stuffiness of the recording session.

Mai Sakurajima, hands behind her back, muttered to herself, somewhat lost in thought, a line of poetry someone had composed on a TV show. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Hate Fan, does your poem mean that worldly affairs are not worth being saddened or wallowing in, that joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all just a dream, so we never look back? Or does it mean that all sorts of things that have happened are just dreamlike memories, and memories don't come back, so we shouldn't care?"

Humans are both complex and simple.

As long as one has no interest in understanding others, everyone is quite simple, simply following their own temperament and emotions. But once one tries to understand others, things become exceptionally complicated.

Haters are exceptionally contradictory, both simple and complex.

Is he a person with superpowers? Or an exchange student who came to Japan?

I always feel that these seemingly extraordinary things are just a reflection of the anti-fans.

Mai Sakurajima pondered, her inquiring gaze falling on the white figure. She noticed he was walking with a limp, as if there was something wrong with his legs. Upon closer inspection, she realized he was stepping on his own shadow.

When the streetlights come towards you, your shadow changes from long and thin to round and plump, and your feet, which are constantly stepping on the street, follow you back and forth.

No wonder I always felt like there was someone jumping around next to me.

“This…” The white figure stepped on Sakurajima Mai’s shadow’s head, taking small steps back, “As the saying goes, a thousand readers will have a thousand Hamlets; whatever the reader interprets, that’s what it means—”

A white figure, stepping on its own shadow, began to sing a poem in a desolate and distant voice: "A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, no companion near. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three."

"It's actually a poem by Li Bai?" Mai Sakurajima said with amusement. "Is Li Bai lacking inspiration and unable to come up with any poems, so he can only quote them?"

"When I first read this poem, only one thought came to my mind..." Bai Ying said solemnly, "Holy crap, something's up!"

"?"

Sakurajima Mai paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and couldn't help but chuckle, "You thought Li Bai encountered a ghost?"

"Because during that time, when the adults in my family were watching horror movies, my mind was filled with the thought that there was someone under the bed."

Bai Ying waved his hand: "Don't even mention that there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes. Even one person can see dozens of Hamlets dancing in their eyes."

“But this has nothing to do with understanding of one’s state of mind and experience, right?” Mai Sakurajima tilted her head slightly, causing the white shadow that was trying to step on her shadow’s head to miss. She moved a few more times, and the shadow under the light flickered, making it impossible for the white shadow to step on it. “I’m asking the author himself, you know.”

"Thoughtful, a fleeting thought, just something I said offhand." The white shadow kept hopping around, then suddenly accelerated and attacked, stepping on Sakurajima Mai's arm. Sakurajima Mai raised her hand slightly, and the shadow slipped away from the white shadow's feet. "You don't believe me?"

Mai Sakurajima raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I don't believe it."

"Um……"

The white figure narrowed its eyes, staring into Sakurajima Mai's eyes. Sakurajima Mai stopped and looked back without flinching: "Black Fan, which one are you, anyway?"

"Ugh……"

As if admitting defeat, Bai Ying sighed softly, no longer clinging to stepping on Sakurajima Mai's shadow. Instead, he slowly walked forward, his gaze distant, his eyes becoming distant as if observing the world with detached indifference. Yet, his voice carried a subtle, ghostly sorrow: "There's no turning back in this world... Some things can never be made up for, and some things cannot be replaced. Missing out, regrets, and helplessness—the sorrow of fate lies not in having no choice, but in knowing that there is no choice."

He raised his head, gazing up at the moon that seemed both real and unreal in the night sky, his melancholy voice echoing through the night.

"Year after year, joys and sorrows are sent to the distant moon. Generation after generation, emotions are passed down, and we drink together in the snow of the human world. I wish to mend the flaws in my sorrowful heart, but in a foreign land, I am asked, 'From where do I come?'"

"The moon is beautiful, but I don't recognize it."

Bai Ying sighed again: "Why bother getting to the bottom of things with a hero like you?"

Mai Sakurajima was somewhat puzzled. She understood the meaning: people throughout the ages have entrusted their feelings to the moon, and through the moon and the poems and articles left behind by the moon, people of all generations can find solace in their sorrows... The last two lines felt rather unique.

I want to emulate the ancients, filling the void in the moon with my heart overflowing with sorrow, letting the moon carry my message and convey my feelings. The moon in this foreign land asks me where I came from...

The content is somewhat contradictory.

It's like saying there are two moons, one that knows the way and one that doesn't; one that people can entrust their feelings to for generations, and one that they can't entrust their own feelings to.

Or is it comparing people to the moon, where some people still recognize the way home while others no longer do?

Mai Sakurajima put down her thoughts. The hater must understand his own thoughts, but he said it was an unsolvable problem, so what was the point of her getting to the bottom of it? I don't have Yukinoshita's 'scientific spirit' of insisting on figuring everything out.

In fact, if the problem hadn't been resolved, I wouldn't have wanted to hear anyone mention the conflicts between me and my mother in the past, and I felt that there was no way to resolve them.

That hater is really cunning. Why do you think you're the only smart one? You don't need to say much to understand.

Mai Sakurajima walked with her hands behind her back, gently leaning to the side. She watched her shadow touch and merge with the other's, turning into one. She felt a broad and solid touch on her shoulder. The ups and downs of her movements were transmitted to each other because of the mutual contact, and her steps became synchronized, walking on the same path.

"The moon doesn't know the way, but I know you."

A soft sound drifted across the shadows.

Mai Sakurajima tilted her head slightly, leaning on the white figure's shoulder, her lips pursed, a hint of regret in her voice. Could it be that her recent involvement in scriptwriting had unconsciously influenced Yukinoshita's thoughts a little? It's true… even though she was mentally prepared to like it, various situations still managed to disrupt her thoughts.

Hmm—it's Yukino's problem. I've been influenced by her views on love, to the point that I, who am usually calm and composed, don't want to lift my shoulders off the shoulders of the haters.

Sakurajima Mai felt her thoughts were jumping around a bit, which wasn't like her mature self. She decided to walk for a while and calm down...

Bai Ying couldn't help but recite half a poem: "Seeking sorrow on Sakurajima, so poignant. Yearning for spring, shadows fall on the night of returning home. Embracing each other, longing eases the knot of melancholy, yet affection brings joy to the heartless."

Time stood still.

The footsteps stopped.

My toes touched it.

"Hey, you hater..."

The girl spoke softly, "I can give you a chance to explain."

The boy said in a deep voice, "Hero Plus, it's because you want to be the protagonist of a light novel."

"What does this have to do with the protagonist of a light novel?"

"The process of winning over a character—either a hero saves the damsel in distress, or a hero helps resolve inner conflicts. Generally, the character first falls into trouble, the protagonist hero appears to solve the problem, and thus the character secretly falls in love, muamua papa..."

Smash with your toes!

"What does this have to do with the current situation?"

"I dug out my old feelings and old words from a long time ago, trying my best to play the role of a 'melancholy boy, I'm very sad,' while you play the heroine who makes a heroic entrance, comforting me in a gentle and mature way, and then I fall in love with you... um! In short, it's this kind of plot, very classic!"

"I see. Do you know what the plot will be like next?"

"I am actually a white hibiscus."

Standing on her tiptoes, leaning against his shoulder, the girl tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on the boy's shoulder, her gaze slowly sliding down his chin and chest: "I heard an interesting story from Yukinoshita's older sister—the white hibiscus's disguise has a limit..."

The boy was taken aback, then immediately tried to pull away like a frog being stepped on: "Wait a minute! I've been reflecting on this, and it was your fault..."

"You know you're wrong—huh?!"

The overlapping shadows, with their upper bodies slightly separated, danced wildly like tentacles, moving forward and backward, pulling and tugging, slapping and striking, as lively as gongs and drums.

In a split second, the sound suddenly disappeared. The girl swiftly created some distance between herself and the boy, silently taking a few steps back, her movements carrying an awkward silence as pure as snow.

The boy slowly turned to the side and moved forward like a crab.

"You get excited over this level of contact? That's incredibly perverted."

The girl following behind broke the silence.

"The protagonist of a light novel."

The young man replied defiantly and without fear.

The next scene – Battle Royale!

I must have caught Yukino's influence; that's why I'm unconsciously thinking about all sorts of strange things!

Sakurajima Mai was in a state of confusion, feeling extremely ashamed and indignant in every sense of the word, and decisively shifted the blame to someone else!

"Ah..."

Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her nose and took a look around in confusion—her throat wasn't dry, her forehead wasn't hot, and her head was indeed a little dizzy, but it felt more like a mental strike caused by Kaven.

Let's keep working on the script.

Sakurajima-senpai's thoughts... are probably related to her family. Honestly, judging from her words, she's practically a love-struck fool. Once she invests her feelings and commits to someone, she's set her mind on it forever, perhaps because she was a victim of her father's infidelity? She values ​​her inner feelings more than marriage or similar relationships, which is probably also due to her family influence... Sigh? Isn't this just being a homewrecker?

But in another respect, she is also a very independent person who hardly relies on others. She has her own job and dreams, calmly distinguishes between her feelings for Bai Jun and her own feelings, and moves forward slowly and steadily in both directions...

I just hadn't thought about these kinds of things occasionally... In the end, I still had to ask Bai Jun what he was thinking.

Yukino Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head to look at the play on the manuscript, and a few lingering complaints rose in her heart.

You're always making a ruckus everywhere, never giving yourself a chance to hug me. Knight gets lonely sometimes and comes over to rub against me...

Stupid protein.

Hmm... and what my sister and Toyohama are thinking...

Ugh?

Yukino Yukinoshita wondered if she was sick. Why was she pondering her rival's thoughts and feelings? But not thinking about it seemed impossible; she herself wasn't quite sure what her feelings represented, and besides, how to resolve things with her sister was a problem she needed to face... To be honest, she didn't want to give in, nor did she want her sister to give in to her...

However, while he was determined to fight back, his sister surrendered without hesitation, making it difficult for him to accept her decision.

Sakurajima-senpai, do you have a problem with your views on love? That calm and mature approach to relationships is something you do lack, but isn't it a bit too extreme?

On the contrary, Feng Bin seemed completely oblivious to the situation... Oh my god, should I challenge her to a duel and add another rival to my life?

Well--

They're all beta-lactamases!

Chapter 102 You bastard, you idiot!

Ah, it's school day again.

My mood was like that of someone going to a funeral.

Hachiman Hikigaya, carrying his schoolbag, let out a heavy sigh and strode into the school gate with difficulty.

Although I could still sense some people looking at me, it was much better than the previous few days.

In short, his popularity has vanished!

Alright, alright! Let's return to the position of human observers and continue to enjoy these guys' foolish celebration of youth...

"Hey, isn't this the popular guy?"

Houtarou Oreki, carrying his schoolbag, was about to enter the classroom when he casually called out to him.

"..." Hachiman Hikigaya's eye twitched. "Don't mention that name that makes me want to commit a crime."

Houtarou Oreki nodded knowingly: "Okay, the protagonist of a light novel."

"Wait a minute! What kind of address is that?!"

Hachiman Hikigaya lost his composure somewhat. "A typical 'normie'?" he thought, "I don't even know what a 'normie' is anyway..." "Light novel protagonist?" As a high school student who would likely be categorized as an otaku by others, he had indeed read a wide variety of light novels.

It is precisely because we understand that we can refuse!