Uneasy daily life

Yukinoshita changed the subject: "Well, now that Mom knows about this mess, how will Yukino-chan handle it?"

"Say what you mean."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "Does my sister think I can't handle the pressure, so she wants to make the decision for me?"

"Hmph, you..." Yukinoshita Haruno hesitated, her brows twitching slightly.

"It's a pity that Haku-kun has already said everything, right?" Yukino Yukinoshita smiled slightly.

Yukinoshita was rarely provoked to a little anger. She squinted at her somewhat smug younger sister and said quietly, "Sigh, if I take the initiative, Yukino-chan won't have a chance."

“Sister…” Yukino Yukinoshita hesitated, “She seems unexpectedly timid.”

Yukinoshita Yono: "#!"

Mai Sakurajima, resting her chin on her hand, quipped, "I think you guys should go and live together as a couple."

The two sisters looked at Sakurajima Mai at the same time. Sakurajima Mai just smiled, showing that she was not afraid of making things worse: "Your family is really interesting. Each of you seems fine on your own, but when you get together, it becomes a complete mess..."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "Sister, Mother isn't that scary."

Yukinoshita simply glanced at her foolish younger sister: "It's alright. Once you openly tell Mother what you think, you'll know how terrifying she is."

"Didn't you understand what happened during that argument with your sister?" Yukino Yukinoshita said. "Mother is just strong-willed; she still cares about us..."

“I admit that argument made me see some things I’d been overlooking and gave me some breathing room, so I didn’t have to do anything unpleasant, but that doesn’t mean Mom will let you do whatever you want.” Yukino Yukinoshita sighed. “Yukino-chan, you have to consider Mom’s opinion…”

“I don’t think my mother even knows her own opinion, and I have my own ideas.”

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head slightly. If her mother really had a direct opinion, she would have said it directly on the phone.

Mai Sakurajima said with interest, "Speaking of which, the Yukinoshita family is considered a prestigious family, right? You really should consider the implications..."

“Sakurajima Mai, you’re a public figure, so your influence is much greater,” Yukinoshita Haruno replied with a smile. “You could easily lose your job if you’re not careful.”

“I’m an actress, not an idol. Besides, I’ve been pretty lucky. I’ve already gotten through life. All that’s left is to decide what I want to do.” Mai Sakurajima said dismissively, “Didn’t you always seem like you were ready to leave the stage and give it to Yukino because of your family situation? People who can’t even tell the truth shouldn’t talk to me like that.”

Yukino Yukinoshita was really not at ease... Damn jerk, look what you've done! And Yukino-chan too, you should be ruthless to your rivals... Okay, but if Yukino-chan were ruthless to herself, it wouldn't feel like the Yukino-chan I like anymore—sigh, when did I become as awkward as Yukino-chan?

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't seem to care, but was puzzled by the sound of the door opening: "Hmm? Toyohama?"

The three of them silently shut up and hid.

……

……

First of all, it's all a problem with bastards.

Secondly, it's all a problem with bastards.

Finally, let's just kill that bastard!

Frustrated, Feng Bin and Hua pounded on the doorbell repeatedly.

pat.

The door opened, revealing a white figure.

"Stickman, you've finally arrived—oh? Why does your expression look so stiff?"

The white-clad figure opened the door, her smiling expression vanishing, replaced by wariness and seriousness.

"Huh? Stiff expression? Probably because you're angry!"

Feng Bin and Hua stood at the doorway, one hand on their hip, and sighed as they turned their heads to the side.

"...Looking into someone's eyes when you speak is polite."

Bai Ying offered a reminder.

"Oh."

Feng Bin and Hua turned their gazes back, but before they could fully meet Bai Ying's eyes, they immediately pulled away as if they had been electrocuted.

"Why is the stick figure's gaze wandering?" The white figure circled around, looking up to try and meet the gaze of Feng Bin and Hua.

"Uh, why do you care so much!"

Feng Bin and Hua hesitated for a few words, repeatedly turning their heads to avoid eye contact, but they could still catch the white figure trying to get around them out of the corner of their eyes.

They're going to see us!

Feng Bin and Hua instinctively darted into the house, slamming the door shut behind them. They were a little dazed, not quite realizing their own instinctive action.

The white figure stood frozen outside the door for a few seconds, then raised his hand and pounded on the doorbell, shouting, "Stickman! This is my house! Open the door! Open the door!"

"If it's your house, then open the door!"

"Okay, now it's your home!"

"It's my house, I'm not opening the door for you!"

Feng Bin and Hua raised their hands and slapped their cheeks hard, feeling a sudden heat rising to their faces—what's going on? Didn't I come here to beat up that bastard? Why do I feel like I can't even look at him... Calm down! I need to calm my head down!

So what if she likes him? It's no big deal.

So annoying! Anyway, I'll just kick it to show my opinion... Yes! Why overthink it? One kick solves all my problems!

I've exploded with that bastard!

Feng Bin and Hua took a deep breath, pressed down the doorknob sharply, and opened it forcefully.

"I'm talking about you..."

Feng Bin and Hua faced each other. Bai Ying was walking back to her nest while opening her mouth as if to point and gesture.

boom!

Feng Bin and Hua slammed the door shut, leaning their backs against it. The impotent, furious pounding on the door by someone outside made her feel a slight tremor in her body.

Something's not right! Something's seriously wrong!

What am I doing? Wasn't I here to fight that bastard?!

Feng Bin and Hua leaned against the door, somewhat bewildered, feeling inexplicably weak. Could it be that they had a fever? Or was there something wrong with what they ate today?

"Open the door! Open the door! You're so capable of stealing women, but you're not capable of opening the door!"

The white figure howled outside.

"Hey! What nonsense are you spouting?" Feng Bin and Hua retorted, "This is your house, aren't you afraid the neighbors will hear us!"

"What?! You actually want the neighbors to hear you on purpose? How exciting, ugh! How fancy, ugh! How perverted!"

The white figure's voice suddenly changed, becoming Sakurajima Mai's voice: "Open the door right now, you little thief!"

A gurgling sound—it's my sister's voice!

"Don't speak in your sister's voice!"

Feng Binhua felt her heart pounding even faster. She quickly raised her hand to pat her cheeks, trying to calm herself down. She felt like she looked terrible...

Ah—! Why did this happen?!

The little voice inside my head screams, jumps, bangs against the wall, and rolls around.

Calm down, please! Quickly remember the bastard's scumbag deeds so you can kick him with a clear conscience!

Feng Binhua took a deep breath, her thoughts racing like lightning.

think carefully……

That guy seems pretty good-looking? And quite talented too. After all, netizens commented that he's talented but lacks virtue. Although he usually likes to make people angry, when you think about it, he's not that angry. There's a subtle feeling of feeling relaxed and refreshed after getting angry.

Feng Bin and Hua quickly slapped their faces. Damn it! So what if she likes him? Why is she acting so strangely!

"Waaah—this is my home! I bought this home with a loan I took out for half my life!"

Heartbreaking, inexplicable sobs came from the doorway, accompanied by weak banging.

Oh, and there's this trait of always wanting to act anytime, anywhere; his acting skills are no less than his sister's...

Just as Feng Bin and Hua had a thought, a desolate, bewildered, and inescapably sorrowful song drifted from outside.

Half a lifetime has passed in wind and rain. Lofty ambitions have come to naught, and my hair is now frosty and my voice is hoarse. I gently push open the door, bathed in the moonlight. My young child greets me, and a red sleeve adds warmth.

"The world is desolate, and all things are submerged. What was once a fortune is now a penny. The rise and fall of dynasties do not concern those with ill fates. The empire in dreams is but dust upon waking."

The white-clad figure pounded on the door, weeping bitterly, her grief so intense it was heartbreaking: "Give me back my home! Give me back my home—!"

Feng Bin and Hua's eyes twitched violently as they listened, feeling inexplicably reluctant, as if they had done something that would incur divine wrath—in any case, they had calmed down by now!

She took a deep breath, opened the door with a stern face, and glared at the wailing white figure: "Alright, alright, what are you acting for?!"

"A middle-aged unemployed man who took out a 30-year mortgage to buy a house, lost his job during the economic crisis, couldn't repay his debts, and had his property seized by the bank..."

Feng Bin and Hua subconsciously looked away and complained, "Your character's prefix is ​​way too long!"

Bai Ying sniffed, stretched out his hand, and mumbled, "Anyway, lend me three million. I have a feeling my luck is about to change, and I'll pay you back with interest..."

Feng Bin and Hua Feng were bewildered and exasperated, saying, "Suddenly I've become a gambler who brought this on himself!"

"Stickmen, you know, humans started gambling even when they were still fertilized eggs."

The white-clad figure, with his hands behind his back, walked naturally into the house, exuding an air of old age.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, anyway, you have a lot of fallacies..."

Feng Binhua quickened her pace, rapidly distancing herself from Bai Ying, and entered the living room.

"Stickman, you're acting strange today. You're almost thirty percent as stylish as me."

Bai Ying followed behind, asking with interest. He tried to circle around and face Feng Bin and Hua, but Feng Bin and Hua, not afraid of getting cervical spondylosis, always only showed him the back of their heads.

"Having your style is enough for me to retire from the entertainment industry."

Feng Binhe complained for a moment, then suddenly felt the silence. She sat down on the sofa with great unease, looking around. She noticed the dented apple on the table and, as if she had found a topic, blurted out, "This apple looks like it was chewed by a dog."

Three ellipses appeared behind the sofa.

"please."

The white figure reached out to the apple, gesturing, "Want me to suck on it?"

"Get out of here! Who wants to be indirectly connected with you..."

Feng Bin and Hua Ka paused, then couldn't help but clench their fists and stare at the white figure—the living room window behind them.

Bai Ying tentatively added, "Relay?"

"?"

Indirect relay? What the heck?

I'm inexplicably angry.

"Tsk... never mind." Feng Bin and Hua scratched their heads in annoyance, hesitated for a moment, and then frowned as they said, "Damn it, I'm starting to think I might like you?"

Bai Ying observed for a moment, then nodded and said, "Judging from your radiant appearance today, it's probably true?"

"Alright, anyway... anyway, there's nothing like that!" Feng Binhe coughed, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "Anyway, when are you going to confess to your older sister?!"

"what?"

Bai Ying gasped and said, "Will it be more exciting for my brother-in-law?"

"I'll probably... I'll fucking kill you!"

As Feng Bin and Hua turned the corner, disregarding their image, a curse slipped out. She had completely regained her former self and kicked the white figure.

Behind the sofa.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita both looked at Mai Sakurajima.

Sakurajima Mai: "..."

Chapter 107 No one understands my sister better than me!

After a life-or-death chase.

"Ha...hoo...cough cough! You better sit still! Listen to me carefully!"

Feng Bin and Hua, panting with their hands on their hips, plopped down on the sofa. Unable to catch this slippery and agile fellow, they could only try to inflict invisible psychological damage on him with their gaze.

"First of all, it's not my fault."