Uneasy daily life

Angelina couldn't help but complain, "Huh? That sounds so cheap..."

The voice seemed somewhat troubled about how to express it, and after thinking for a moment, gave an example: "I've heard that girls your age sometimes feel out of place and develop feelings of inferiority because they're more developed than their peers..."

Angelina exclaimed, "Why did it suddenly turn into a topic of sexual harassment?!"

"This is the discord that arises from differences, a small example of a larger problem; not to mention possessing superpowers," the voice in a low voice said. "Originally, according to the procedure, I should have taken you to see the troupe leader, who would have given you a codename, making you a formal member of the Scarlet Troupe, and from then on, you would begin learning about theatrical performance..."

"Wait!" Angelina exclaimed in surprise. "I still have to study and go to university!"

"It's alright. When you can no longer bear the unexpected consequences and alienation brought about by your superpowers, you'll eventually come to the Scarlet Troupe." The mouthpiece said calmly. "Whether it's your parents, your friends, or your original social circle, one day you'll feel alienated and rejected."

Angelina asked, puzzled, "I never thought about leaving my mom and dad..."

It's alright, they'll leave eventually. Based on my recent social research, many people enter a state of semi-isolation from their parents starting in university or even high school, and it's common for them to only see each other once a year after entering the workforce.

The mouthpiece began its incessant tirade: "This is an inevitable change brought about by economic and technological development to the social structure! Traditional values ​​are crumbling, and new values ​​are emerging on this basis—the natural law of change. The human spirit suffers from this change, yet is powerless to resist the tide. Not only are we helpless, but even our souls are left without respite… This is the tragedy of consciousness being determined by objective things, and consciousness failing to keep pace with change."

[My future ally, my future adversary, what have you decided to use as your art form?]

Between not answering and giving a casual reply, Angelina chose a rebellious answer: "I'm going to research whether citrus or orange flavored lipsticks are better."

I refuse to believe this can still happen...

[Studying the tragic art resulting from human debates about meaningless issues? Generally speaking.]

Angelina: "..."

Hold back! If you complain, you lose!

Yukino raised her hand and poked Angelina's lower back.

Angelina snapped out of her reverie and realized that the conversation had veered off course: "Why did you say, superior, that the commander would return to the Scarlet Troupe?"

Three years ago, the troupe leader led the group to Xu Bai's hometown. At that time, Xu Bai suppressed the Killer Queen through self-harm. Later, while touring Japan, we searched for Morioh Town, which existed in the manga. Several of us also helped keep Xu Bai's Killer Queen in a state of near collapse, making her easier to control. The mouthpiece reminisced, "Xu Bai went from being constantly criticized by playwrights to exchanging criticisms with them, quickly integrating into the troupe. Through repeated exchanges, he honed his acting skills and voice imitation, performing on stage..."

Then he left, writing a statement of resignation as group leader.

Angelina: "Uh..."

[The troupe is full of people who left their hometowns to gather here. Outsiders are boring, lack understanding, and can hardly spark artistic inspiration! Xu Bai might tire of the formalities of the outside world and return to the troupe to dance with art!] The mouthpiece said, [Bai Yinghua thought Xu Bai would return to the troupe in a little over six months at most, but that time has passed. She's probably gone out to see Xu Bai recently. Have you met?]

Angelina answered immediately: "No!"

It seems you've already been scammed.

Goo!

Angelina was poked by someone again, and she snapped out of her daze and quickly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction—no wonder they're a spiritual theater troupe, aren't they? The conversation kept veering off course.

"What about the officer's past? Why was he so...uh...so supportive of the theater troupe?"

He said that in his past life he was an unparalleled supreme being, suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping across the eight wastelands and six directions. Even though he reached the pinnacle, his path to immortality was cut off. As his lifespan was about to end, he could not suppress the seven emotions and six desires within him, but in a trance, he comprehended the method of becoming an immortal in the mortal world, and gathered a breath of immortal energy to reincarnate. As long as I give him this piece of chicken cutlet, he can regain his magical power, walk the invincible path again, and then he will give me an erhu to accompany me, playing and singing.

The mouthpiece asked: "Which version would you like to hear? The interstellar era or mythology?"

"No need, thank you."

Angelina subtly hung up the phone, and within a few minutes, she felt an irreversible impact on her brain.

"It seems that it's best to ask Haku-kun directly about this kind of thing," Yukino Yukinoshita concluded.

"Ah, speaking of which, I hope Pochi-chan is alright? That bastard wouldn't lie to a young girl, would he? Yukino-chan, I'll go back to Tokyo and keep an eye on him for you!"

Yukino Yukinoshita seized the opportunity and immediately used a Run.

Fengbin and Hua also wanted to get it, but couldn't get it to work, so they could only grit their teeth and roar in their hearts—Damn bastard! They mumbled something and then just slipped away!

"Is your sister alright?" Mai Sakurajima asked.

“It’s alright. Since my sister was afraid to see Mother and chose to run away, she wouldn’t dare refuse when Mother asked her to come home for a talk.” Yukino Yukinoshita said clearly, handing over the script. “Would you like to take a look?”

Mai Sakurajima and Yukino Yukinoshita exchanged glances, seemingly communicating mysteriously with their eyes.

Feng Bin and Hua and Angelina instinctively huddled together, feeling a chill in their hearts.

……

……

"It seems like Dad, Mom, and Erli went shopping. They should be back soon..."

In the absurdly simple room, Goto Ichiri felt a little flustered, to the point that he was somewhat at a loss.

Bai Ying sat cross-legged on the tatami mat and asked very reliably, "So what kind of boyfriend should I play?"

"Uh……"

Goto Ichiri was about to describe it when she suddenly realized her mind was blank, lacking key material. So, like a single person fantasizing about love, she forced out, "...gentle?"

"To define it, it's about touching your heart in a subtle and gentle way?"

"Ah, haha, is that so? I guess so?"

What qualities do you think your parents value most in a boy?

"Uh...it's a person?"

"Quite unique judgment criteria; it seems the parents of the brave pro are extraordinary. Next question: Do your parents value the financial situation of their sons?"

"Shouldn't we...shouldn't we take it seriously? Mom says girls should be self-reliant and earn their own money..."

"Do your parents value a boy's moral character, his abilities and wealth, or both?"

"Ah, perhaps... maybe, nobody cares?"

Goto Ichiri spoke vaguely, asking questions in two, three, four, and five.

"Okay, I understand completely."

Bai Ying said confidently, "Let me play this role of pretending to be your boyfriend!"

Goto Ichiri nodded repeatedly: "Please!"

Yeah, as long as I get through this... Oh right, I also need to delete the "socially savvy" bio on the video website! Eradicate all comments mentioning that I'm a socially savvy person! Eliminate every trace of it!

In short, everything will be alright!

Goto Ichiri had no trust in herself, but had complete trust in Shirokage.

If they could save someone from such a massive stage accident, then pretending to be a boyfriend is no problem for Bai Ying.

"Beep—Character import complete: Gentle, incompetent, poor boy."

Amidst the mechanical voice, the white figure coughed softly, his gentle eyes surveying Goto Ichiri.

"Huh? Hmm?"

Goto Ichiri, who was clenching his fist to cheer himself up, suddenly froze, trembling slightly like a small animal, and asked cautiously, "W-what's wrong?"

"Practicing guitar must be tough, right?" Bai Ying looked at the old guitar in the corner of the room and sighed, "Even the old guitar is worn out from playing."

"Ah, it's alright. I don't have much to do most of the time, so I just play the guitar..."

Goto Ichiri scratched her head sheepishly, her expression turning shriveled as she thought... A girl like herself, who only knows how to sit in her room and play guitar, whose only thought in her free time is playing guitar, and who can't do anything else besides playing guitar... Ah, how could she possibly be popular? Maybe she's already growing mushrooms on her body?

"With such hard work and dedication, you're sure to gain a lot of fans."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I have fans now..."

Goto Ichiri began to melt.

"You did a very good job."

"Ugh, it's not enough..."

Goto 1.5 ri melted.

"Perhaps it's not enough yet, but it's already starting to shine."

“Will you?”

Goto Ichiri melted, and mumbled words of self-doubt slipped out in a daze.

"Of course! Think about your performance at the Starry Night Auditorium, think about your performance at the Cultural Festival—your guitar skills are already captivating enough to hold the audience's attention. That's amazing!"

"Hey, hey hey..."

Goto Ichiri disappeared, leaving behind only a blissful pink slime that occasionally let out a silly grin.

The gentle, water-like voice still lingers in my heart.

"Ichiri, could you lend me 10,000 yen?"

"It's okay, hehe..."

A Fukuzawa Yukichi card was handed to the other person. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Judging from the frequency and sound, it should be Erli.

Goto Ichiri suddenly reverted to her original form; Niri is back, so her parents should be too...

"Daddy! Daddy! My sister is giving money to Brother Shiro, it's Fukuzawa Yukichi!"

A naive and innocent voice, simply shouting out what it sees.

Goto Ichiri was stunned, and the room erupted into a chaotic, awkward, and silent wail.

Erli ahh ...

Chapter 111 Let's go, hurry up!

There was once a very wealthy man who wanted to hire a capable employee to pilot a Gundam robot.

After the initial screening, three applicants entered the final round. The recruitment examiner presented them with a Monopoly-style test: "Here is a room. I will give each of you a Fukuzawa Yukichi card as funds. Whoever can fill this room will become a Gundam pilot."

The first applicant was hardworking and frugal. After careful planning, he bought fluffy cotton to fill the room, and the money ran out just in time.

The second applicant was quick-witted and resourceful. He bought several candles and lit them in the room when it got dark, filling the room with their light. He spent less than 100 yen and returned the rest to the interviewer.

The hiring examiner was very satisfied, but the first applicant objected, saying, "The cotton I bought is real cotton; it can be stored for ten days or half a month without any problem. The light he used was from candles, which is useless once daytime arrives. By the time the candles burn out, the room is still empty..."

"You're being inconsiderate," the recruitment examiner shook his head. "My task is simply to test you. Just complete the test accordingly. Whether there's anything in the room or what to do after the candle goes out is not within my purview. Besides, the test isn't over yet. Don't make wild guesses. We'll notify you of the specific results later. Don't disrupt the examination room."

Calculating the time, he looked at the third applicant...

"Now, what are you going to do, Ms. Goto Jiri?"

In the living room, on the sofa, Goto Ichiri's father, Goto Naoki, and mother, Goto Michiyo, looked at Goto Ichiri with three parts worry, three parts doubt, and four parts frown. Goto Ichiri swayed and tried hard to explain the question of 'my sister giving money to Shiro-nii'.

As Baiying told the story, she handed Fukuzawa Yukichi to Goto Jiri.

The two, one big and one small, seemed like outsiders.

Goto Jiri held Fukuzawa Yukichi, bit her finger and pondered for a moment, then looked at her sister who was about to explode and her eyes lit up: "I'll put my sister in the room!"

"You think your method can fill the room?" the white figure retorted. "The Brave Pro isn't that big."

"My sister once said that wherever she is, the corners of the walls will be covered in gloomy spiderwebs!" Goto Jiri retorted. "That's why my sister can fill the entire room!"

puff!

Goto Ichiri leaned back on the sofa as if struck by an arrow, choosing to retreat and avoid her parents' questions, emphasizing that she had brought her boyfriend and that they should ask him, not her!

"What a clever little girl, she's bound to achieve great things in the future," Bai Ying praised, then reached out her hand and said, "Alright, it's time to return Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi to me."

The little girl, her eyes full of innocent wonder, asked blankly, "Didn't you say you'd give it to me?"

"It seems you've already achieved great things, even without the future."

Bai Ying shook his head slightly, his face full of apprehension. This boy was terrifying...

"Ahem... Hmm, White Shadow?" Goto Naoki coughed, then hesitated, "Are you doing that kind of friend-renting job?"

Michiyo Goto sighed with concern, "Has Ichiri still inadvertently gone astray?"

"No, no!" Goto Ichiri struggled to her feet. "He, he's not some kind of rental friend! I wouldn't do something like that..."

Bai Ying nodded and said, "How could any of the rental friends in the general market be as handsome as me?"

Goto Ichiri immediately nodded: "Ah, that's right!"

The air was quiet, save for the clear laughter of Goto Nuri, who was playing with Fukuzawa Yukichi's toy.

Goto Ichiri bowed her head deeply. "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. Your daughter was an idiot who once thought of buying friends with money..."

The reason I've never done it is because I didn't have the money.

“So…” Goto Naoki hesitated, feeling a strange sense that his professional social skills, honed in the workplace, were inadequate for this situation. He managed to stammer out, “You’re in the high-end market?”