Uneasy daily life

"Yes, it's all thanks to dating you."

Yukino Yukinoshita's tone was ambiguous, making it unclear whether she was being sarcastic or awkwardly admitting, "How's the script for the school festival coming along?"

"I've almost finished revising it, and I've invited my aunt to come and watch the performance at the cultural festival!"

Bai Ying gave a thumbs up and grinned.

"?"

Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned for a moment. What are you looking at? Are you looking at how you're going to be a scumbag?

Don't even mention that your sister gave you an Aikido, you'd want to do it yourself too. Maybe you'll anger your mother and she'll give you one too!

Update delayed

Yesterday I had dizziness, today I had sneezing, and tomorrow I should be able to get rid of the last symptom of nasal congestion. It's true what they say, illness comes on like a landslide, but recovery is slow and gradual, with one symptom disappearing each day...

I'm going into seclusion to write, so I won't be able to guarantee updates at 12 PM and 6 PM today. I'll try my best to update twice a day to build up a backlog of drafts and then get back to my scheduled double-update schedule. I also need to speed up the plot. My writing has been a bit dry these past two days, with very few intermittent posts.

I also discovered something else – being sick can really make a person's mental and psychological state extremely bad.

Sadly, we often only discover this when we actually get sick, and then we forget about it once we recover.

Chapter 121 You're too hard on yourself!

Bai Ying is a complete idiot! A total pervert! A total scumbag! He's a total idiot ...

Unbelievably outrageous! Excellent Scarlet Theatre members!

What kind of thought process would lead someone to confess their love to so many girls?

What does "just happen to like" even mean?!

If I hadn't been so terrified, I should have immediately replied, "By the way, I'm sorry, you're a good person!"

Angelina sat obediently in her seat, glanced at her midterm grades without any emotion, then looked at the white figure at the other end of the seat who was folding her report card into a paper airplane. Bubbles of resentment rose in her heart.

"In this exam, the students from Anxin College have made great progress, with slight increases in scores across all subjects. Apart from that, most people performed as expected without any major setbacks, indicating that they have kept up with the learning pace and have not encountered any new knowledge points that they could not solve, which caused their scores to drop... Okay, now I'm going to start publishing the results."

The homeroom teacher held up the report card with a serious expression and said humorously, "A very small number of students in the class, including Bai, whose grades have dropped this time. According to the teachers of various subjects, your handwriting needs improvement. In addition, the new Chinese teacher praised your answering style, but then deducted a lot of points from you. You only ranked second in the grade this time. You need to work harder."

"Ugh……"

Bai Ying folded a paper airplane and said sadly, "Teacher, I've recently discovered a problem. Logically, the better the grades, the higher the ranking. But rankings are finite. The top ten is the top ten, the top 10% is the top 10%. These percentages and numbers are fixed. So, the better the grades, the lower the ranking; the lower the ranking, the worse the grades... In other words, in terms of results, good or bad grades aren't important; what matters is how high the ranking is. However, since rankings are finite, it means that most students' grades are unimportant..."

"How can this not be important? Higher scores mean more knowledge, and more knowledge means greater intelligence and logical thinking," the homeroom teacher immediately said. "Therefore, all your grades are very important..."

Bai Ying breathed on the paper airplane: "That's right, the top ten out of a thousand people sounds more convincing than the top ten out of a hundred."

"Alright, alright, if you dare to disrupt morale again, I'll make you stand up... and send you home for lessons!"

The homeroom teacher waved her hand: "Next up is the cultural festival. Let the class monitor tell you about it..."

In a flash, the white figure flicked his wrist, and the paper airplane flew towards the podium. The homeroom teacher on the podium smiled slightly, raised his hand with lightning speed, and slapped the paper airplane, hitting the target precisely. The paper airplane spun around and landed crookedly on Angelina's head.

Angelina: "..."

Amidst the admiring gazes of some students, the homeroom teacher leisurely walked to the side with his hands behind his back, while the class monitor stepped onto the podium.

"Regarding the registration for the cultural festival, students can contact their class's executive committee members. Each class needs to select two executive committee members to handle the liaison between the class and the executive committee. The process is similar to the previous sports festival... Let's exclude Bai first. Is there anyone willing to take on the role of an executive committee member?"

Bai Ying's right to run for election was, unsurprisingly, lost.

There's probably a strange leader in the class, so the atmosphere in the class has become very strange. This kind of thing, which sounds like group bullying, actually feels super normal to me... I seem to have become strange!

Angelina picked up the paper airplane in front of her, unfolded it, and was immediately struck by the score on it. She quickly folded it back into a paper airplane—how terrifying! The idea that a superior could be equated with a top student was truly horrifying!

Huh? I can sense the gaze of a ferocious beast?!

Angelina subconsciously turned her head and met the piercing gaze of a white figure a few rows away.

...Just pretend you didn't see it!

Angelina immediately sat up straight, put her hands on the desk, and looked at the podium with a serious expression, as if she had just been stared at by the teacher.

“I recommend not reading it because it’s too long.”

ah--! ! !

Bai Ying raised her hand and said, "As international students and transfer students, we face a double barrier of space and time. As a harmonious and cheerful class, we should actively help our classmates integrate into the group, help them open up the social market, interact frequently with users, flexibly accept and convey feedback, and promote the integration of the class..."

What kind of nonsense is this? I've been here for over half a year!

Squad leader, help me!

Angelina frequently tried to wink at the class monitor on the podium.

Seeing that there didn't seem to be many people responding, the class monitor pushed up his glasses: "What do you guys from Anxinyuan think?"

All eyes turned to her, and Angelina gave a dry "Oh," and said, "Okay, fine."

"Then Anxinyuan and I will serve as executive committee members. Next, let's discuss the class activities for the cultural festival." The class monitor looked at the students. "You can discuss with each other about what kind of cultural festival activities our class should hold. Raise your hand if you have any ideas..."

"Open a maid café! Open a restaurant! Open a ramen shop! Open a beverage shop! Sell handicrafts! Hold riddle-solving and other games! Don't you all think these common cultural festival methods are a bit too old-fashioned?" Bai Ying stood up at some point. "As young people of the new era, a class with innovative spirit and outstanding fighting spirit, we should try some different ways of utilizing our workforce—"

"Bai, let's skip the preamble." The class monitor, already quite mature, asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Bai Ying clenched her fist: "One-on-one high-end service! A multi-tiered pool of outstanding talent! Suitable for all genders! In-depth and meticulous service! Passionate and fiery! Touching the soul! Healing fatigue! Focusing on untapped users! Demonstrating professionalism! Bringing clients the greatest physical and mental enjoyment..."

"Ahem!" The homeroom teacher coughed, interrupting the increasingly bizarre description. "Opening a host club is going too far!"

Bai Ying: "I mean, running tutoring classes or brain-training games."

head teacher:"?"

Class monitor: "..."

Angelina and the other classmates: "?!"

"Bai, it seems your idea has very low support."

"It's okay, I'll raise the approval rating right away!" Bai Ying left her seat, walked to the podium, and faced the students in the class. "First of all, there will be many people from outside the school at the cultural festival, including the students' parents—everyone, compared to other students, we should serve those who truly have a voice!"

"Secondly, if any of your parents come to visit the school, I'm sure you'll be protected by your parents for a long time to come. They'll give you more pocket money, loosen their rules, and occasionally give you a few words of praise. It's practically a get-out-of-jail-free card!"

"at last……"

"Don't you want to experience being a teacher for once?"

Bai Ying raised his arm and passionately urged, "Students study diligently in the classroom; how can they remain subservient to their teachers for so long?!"

Although no one spoke, the atmosphere became lively, probably because they were fantasizing about that scene and their hearts were pounding with excitement.

Approval ratings have increased!

Angelina couldn't help but cover her face with her hands. The school cultural festival, an important part of youth, was going to become strange!

"Teacher, what do you think?"

Bai Ying asked the retired emperor for his opinion.

"That's good..." the homeroom teacher nodded in approval. "After you graduate, don't mention my name when you're out in the world."

It doesn't mean anything, it's just cutting it up in advance.

……

……

During her lunch break, Miura Yumiko invited Ebina Hina to the rooftop for a chat.

"Himeko..."

Miura Yumiko crossed her arms, her toes unconsciously tapping the ground. She lacked her usual straightforward and assertive demeanor, instead appearing unusually hesitant and uneasy.

“Sigh…” Ebina Hina smiled slightly. “Yumiko, you don’t need to worry about these issues at all.”

"Ugh?"

Yumiko Miura paused for a moment, sensing something was off about her friend's expression: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Of course, after all, that White student is too good at causing trouble. It always feels like everyone is naked in his eyes," Ebina Hina said softly. "Yumiko doesn't need to doubt herself too much."

"but……"

Yumiko Miura frowned and said, "You probably don't like anything between men, and you're not a fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance), I..."

“You haven’t made any mistakes. Why should we demand that someone be perfect? ​​There’s no reason for that,” Hina Ebina said. “Yumiko doesn’t need to consider whether she has bad intentions… For example, if someone is very generous and a friend in need asks him for money, and he’s always lenient, should we despise or hate him just because he unconsciously enjoys the satisfaction of lending money?”

"Yumiko is the same. You've made a lot of female friends, helped some girls who are bad at talking and introverted to build good interpersonal relationships, and protected them from gossip—like me, who's curious and weird."

Hina Ebina said, "You don't need to ask yourself if you have ulterior motives or if you're using other girls to enhance your own satisfaction. If you think like that, you're being too hard on yourself. You haven't hurt anyone, so why do you need to reflect on your words and actions?"

"Let's not talk about that for now!" Miura Yumiko felt even more confused after being lectured. It was the first time she had ever seen the other person so eloquent. She frowned and went straight to the point, "I'm asking about you! If you feel uncomfortable about it, then you don't need to pretend to be a fujoshi anymore. If anyone has any objections or teases you, I'll help you..."

“I’m already a rotten girl, I don’t need…”

Hina Ebina hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to pinch her glasses with a slight headache: "Shiro-kun is such a hassle, and Yumiko is such a worrywart. Why don't you just continue to treat me as someone who's a bit odd and blends in without paying attention to the atmosphere? Worrying too much will only result in more worry..."

She took off her somewhat large glasses, raised her head slightly to reveal her beautiful face. Without the lenses obscuring her features, her eyes and facial features inexplicably exuded a captivating charm... If one had to describe it, it was as if she had alluring fox eyes and a captivating appearance.

For people of the same age, the difference in appearance between them and adults is too great.

Yumiko Miura was stunned.

"Yumiko reminds me of my classmates in junior high school. They exuded malice and exclusion without realizing it, found reasons to treat others differently, and never reflected on their actions... You have always been doing good deeds, so why do you need to reflect on whether you have done enough?"

Hina Ebina put her glasses back on and gave her usual smile: "Anyway, that's it. I like who I am now and I have no complaints about the current situation. After all, there are many things that can't be helped, so Yumiko doesn't need to pay too much attention to what Shiro said. Everything is fine, and that's enough."

With a graceful wave, Hina Ebina left the rooftop.

Yumiko Miura felt inexplicably powerless. She wanted to tell her that she would protect her and let her be herself. She would tell anyone who dared to talk back to her, but it was obviously not that simple.

The other person had been hurt by being ostracized in the past. After entering high school, they found a way to cope with the atmosphere again and repeatedly told me not to interfere...

Is this Hayato's trouble and feeling?

It seems that you are the center of the circle, and you have to face your own utilitarian thoughts that you may not even be aware of, as well as the unreachable emotional distance of others, and maintain harmonious relationships with friends.

What's painful is not having superficial friends, but clearly recognizing what superficial friends are and still having to continue like that.

Is it really okay to continue like this?

Miura Yumiko pondered this somewhat political topic. Although she had a general understanding of social dynamics, she always followed her heart in social interactions and had never encountered a situation where she was ostracized...

This is when you need to work hard!

……

"Yukinoshita! What should we do now?!"

Yumiko Miura slammed her hand on the table.

Chapter 122 Just kill yourself!

My advice is to ignore it.

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "Since she has chosen her current lifestyle, wouldn't it be terrible to forcibly interfere? If you just want to do something to balance your feelings of shame, then it's best not to do anything."

“She says she’s a rotten girl, isn’t that just a sign of her distress and helplessness? Should I just do nothing? What am I supposed to do when she starts talking about men and everyone else is making fun of her, teasing her, and joking around?” Miura Yumiko clutched her head in distress. “Ashamed aside, the problem is Hina doesn’t like doing this. I originally thought she was indifferent, just finding a particular interest to blend into the atmosphere without considering the flow…”

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, looking at the frantically progressing schedule: "Are you some kind of goddess who protects girls?"

"I only protect girls I find pleasing to the eye." Miura Yumiko pouted, hesitated for a moment, "Hmm...you count too?"

An awkward friend invited me to send this message.

"No need, I can protect myself."

Yukino Yukinoshita directly declined.

Miura Yumiko glared angrily. "No one has ever dared to refuse my request to be friends! That wretched Yukinoshita who only knows how to give people attitude!"

"Haha, um, how about we ask Shiro?" Yui Yuigahama interjected with a laugh, "Although Shiro is quite reckless, he still has a lot of ideas."

"That guy..."

Miura Yumiko frowned, then suddenly asked in surprise, "Why isn't he in the activity room?"

Hachiman Hikigaya, who was keeping a low profile and quietly reading a light novel, was suddenly noticed by others.

"It seems the minister went to help Chitanda with her publicity." Hachiman Hikigaya coughed and remarked, "Miura really has the personality of a mother hen."