Uneasy daily life

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The old house of the Yukinoshita family.

Yukinoshita's father was unusually cautious tonight because Nakagami had gone home with her backpack, saying she was going to participate in Soubu High School's cultural festival tomorrow.

He thought like lightning about how to coordinate, how to smooth things over, and how to discuss it with the goddess should the goddess ask about the rebels.

From greetings to meals, and then Yukinoshita Haruno returning to her room.

The top goddess remained calm as usual, while the middle goddess was different from usual, also remaining calm and ordinary, as if nothing had happened.

Strange! Very strange! There's a feeling that a storm is brewing!

Is this a good thing? It seems good that there are no arguments, but isn't it also not a good thing? Not raising questions doesn't mean there aren't any problems.

Yukinoshita's father was restless; he couldn't very well fire the first shot himself.

"Ahem, wife." Yukinoshita's father winked at his eldest daughter's room, asking for her opinion.

Yukinoshita's mother said calmly, "Do you have something to say to Haruno?"

"Uh... there should be?" Yukinoshita's father blinked. Shouldn't it be the Great Goddess who has something to say? Putting aside everything else, the explosive statement made by the goddess that night was enough for the Great Goddess to come out of seclusion again and give her some serious advice.

"Yonai, come to the living room."

The mother called out from under the snow.

"Come on, come on!"

Bang, bang, bang...

The door opened, and Yukinoshita walked out with a clatter, fiddling with the samurai helmet with horns standing up on both sides of her head.

The parents were stunned by the attire... a dark red demon helmet on his head, thick ropes binding his shoulders with armor, a tight iron skirt around his waist that reached his knees and swayed like swimming scales, inner and outer greaves wrapped around his legs that were as hard as bamboo joints, iron shoes that clattered powerfully on the floor, and a sword hanging upside down from his waist with a red rope hanging from it.

It gives the feeling of an ancient warrior stepping out of time, but judging from the details of the movements, it is clear that the costume doesn't quite match.

Yukinoshita pressed down on the hilt of the sword, and with a gentle push of her thumb, a glint of cold light emerged from the edge of the scabbard, her gaze fixed on her mother.

"Calm down!" Yukinoshita's father snapped out of his daze and quickly raised his hand. "I called you here to talk about something. Why did you start drawing your sword right away..."

"Pfft... What is Father thinking?"

Yukinoshita smiled and casually drew her katana, brandishing it: "This is the costume for the cultural festival performance."

"Huh? Costume?"

The father was taken aback.

"The workmanship is quite good, but it differs greatly from real armor in terms of texture and details, emphasizing aesthetics more," Yukinoshita's mother commented. "Speaking of which, do you remember your grandfather? He was quite fond of collecting various handicrafts such as armor and weapons. You probably came across them when you were a child."

"It seems like that's true? There are quite a few weapons in the family's dojo..."

"Most of them were taken to the countryside by your grandfather. Even at his age, he still practices martial arts with knives and guns. That's his only hobby in his life."

After a brief recollection and a few words, Yukinoshita Haruno sheathed her sword. Dressed as a samurai general, she inexplicably exuded a heroic air: "What does Father want to ask?"

Could you put the knife down first?

Yukinoshita's father had a strange sense of déjà vu. He sat down and coughed, "What else could it be? It's about you and that kid..."

"Oh?" Yukinoshita blinked and tilted her head to ask, "Father thinks Yukino-chan is more suitable?"

"Ah, of course not, I mean you need to calm down..."

"Then why didn't you say that to Yukino-chan?"

"Hey, isn't this just a coincidence? I have to say something to both of you..."

"Then let's call Yukino-chan? Let's just say it all at once."

"..."

The goddess in the middle wasn't very friendly today—calm down! I'm on your side!

Yukinoshita's father gave a few subtle winks and coughed, saying, "Yono, let's talk this out."

“Fine, as long as you don’t present a viewpoint and then give me a bunch of reasons to follow.” Yukino Yukinoshita sat on the sofa, speaking eloquently. “But before that, I also have the right to express my own opinion, right? Father, Mother, it seems I’m not going to back down this time. Let’s handle the relationship between you, Yukino-chan and me ourselves. I don’t really want to hear your unfounded speculations…”

Holy crap! Hey goddess, stop it! If you're this aggressive and provoke the goddess into a direct confrontation, then there'll be no turning back!

Yukinoshita's father's heart leaped into his throat, and he quickly looked at his wife.

Huh? Why is the goddess so calm?

"Whether your feelings stem from a lack of self-respect or from careful consideration, only you two truly know. I haven't reached a judgment or conclusion yet, so I won't interfere with your choices." Yukinoshita's mother looked back calmly. "Without wearing armor, holding a knife, and expressing your stance sharply, you dare not speak to me?"

Yukinoshita, on the other hand, didn't know how.

We tried to prepare something special, unusual, or different, but nothing did it manage to disrupt the mother's mindset.

I can't have another bawling and crying fit.

While a strong personality may occasionally lead to misunderstandings, confronting someone with a strong personality can be quite stressful.

"Ahem, since Mother has no objections, then the problem is solved." Yukinoshita Haruno immediately rolled down the slope, "Mother is enlightened, long live Mother, as expected of a mother who was pregnant out of wedlock..."

Yukinoshita's father's eye twitched violently: "Cough cough..."

Yukino's mother sighed softly: "Yono, calm, rational, composed, and serious, I'm the kind of person who won't let go once I've made up my mind about a relationship. So even before we were married, when I felt your father's abilities were good enough to be recognized, I got pregnant with you—to be honest, there was also a bit of a desire to show my father my determination. That was probably one of the less-than-calm judgments I've ever made... But your situation is different from Yukino's. If you want to express your determination in this way, then I will express mine as well."

"...What was Mother's determination?"

Yukino was a little confused and embarrassed, after all, it was quite shocking for her parents to hear such explicit words.

Thinking about it carefully, I've been tricked by that jerk's cell phone tactics several times.

"That means I've compromised to such an extent, choosing to respect your feelings and preferences, but you don't respect your own feelings at all..."

Yukinoshita's mother said meaningfully, "Shirokage invited me to the cultural festival to see a performance, and I have already agreed. He said he would give me an answer on how to proceed—so you two, don't try to test me here."

Yukinoshita Yono: "?"

Yukinoshita's father: "?"

The father and daughter exchanged another glance.

Damn it! There's a traitor!

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There are many things that cause trouble, but as long as you don't think about them, you won't have any troubles!

That being said, am I stealing my sister's boyfriend?

It's said that the first person to arrive has more confidence, but who arrived first, my sister or me? In terms of time, my sister did meet first, but in terms of feelings, who fell in love first?

I don't understand.

Okay, okay, let's leave it at that for now.

Feng Bin and Hua fiddled with their costumes. They were tailored to fit the body, with white background and lace trim. Although it was a plain color, they managed to create a sense of luxury in the corners and other areas. The costumes were unisex, but the style was gorgeous and the style was exaggerated and eye-catching, with a theatrical feel.

I wonder where that bastard found that high-class tailor. Could it be the work of that prop master?

The play that Yukinoshita put together... is on! Anyway, my sister didn't say it was no good! It's just a performance!

Feng Bin and Hua Li quickly made up their minds.

What kind of performance is this?

Fengbin's mother watched her daughter trying on her costume in front of the mirror.

"It's the Sobu High School Cultural Festival. I'm transferring there later, so I need to get to know them first."

"Hmm... I'll go watch your performance then."

“Sure,” Toyohama Kazuka said casually. “Dad, why don’t you go? My sister also has a performance at the cultural festival, so we might run into Auntie.”

Feng Bin's father: "...Then let's forget about it."

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"Hmm... things have been going well lately... yes, I'm taking some time to prepare for the school festival performance... he never misses a good show, so of course he'll participate too... sure, I'll pick you up at the school gate then... how's Kazuka's idol group going? Hmm... Mom's planning to run it in a different way, so let me know if you encounter any difficulties... Kazuka tutoring her classmates? She's actually quite good at teaching..."

Mai Sakurajima leaned against the railing, enjoying the evening breeze, chatting on the phone. In the midst of their casual conversation, a question slipped out unintentionally: "Mom, what do you think of that relationship from back then?"

"It's all in the past. Whether you feel regret, sadness, happiness, or anger when you think about it, it's all over now. In the end, you have to look forward. Before, it was for you and me; now it's for me." Sakurajima's mother replied naturally, then suddenly realized, "You're not trying to persuade me to remarry, are you?"

Sakurajima Mai paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face, and she said in a stiff, old-fashioned tone, "Mom, you're not that old yet. In a few years, it will be harder to find a suitable person..."

"Alright, alright, if you keep going like this, I won't hold back when it comes to pressuring you to get married." Sakurajima's mother interrupted impatiently. "My affairs are none of your concern. We both have our own lives and paths to walk, don't we?"

“Yes, that’s why Mother can still meet someone she likes without having to worry about me.” Mai Sakurajima rested her chin on her hand, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. “As for me… Mother doesn’t need to worry too much either.”

Sakurajima's mother immediately asked, "Did something happen to you?"

"That's why everyone says there's no need to worry."

Mai Sakurajima slightly raised her eyes, gazing at the stars in the night sky: "It's just that the people I like are often the ones who are hard to like, yet they become so popular."

If you're sad, you can come to your mother.

"I'm still quite far from being heartbroken, but things might get weird."

Mai Sakurajima chuckled softly.

She suddenly thought of puberty syndrome. Is this a problem that occurs during puberty?

Whose adolescence is this chaotic?

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"Youth is chaos! Youth is savagery! Youth is unrequited love! Youth is the cry for freedom!"

"Is this right? Absolutely right!"

"Youth is about catching up on lessons! Youth is about studying! Youth is about taking exams! Youth is about roaring and raising the banner of exam-taking!"

"We are students of Zongwu High School!"

"King of Intensive Competition! He's crazy, but I'm even crazier! Exams have no end! Self-reliance is the only way to succeed!"

"Learning can change your destiny—or at least you can learn to contemplate your destiny!"

"Life is a continuous journey of learning!"

Class A of Grade 1 is all ready to go on the day of the cultural festival.

After delivering a morale-boosting speech, Bai Ying adjusted his suit collar and waved his hand.

"Everyone, get ready, I'm off to solicit customers!"

Chapter 125 The Darkness of Adulthood

The cultural festival is a rare free time for students. It's not that they don't have free time on ordinary days, but rather that they don't usually have several days of free time like this.

The school was decorated with balloons, ribbons, and banners, all in vibrant colors. Loud and cheerful songs played over the loudspeakers, creating a lively scene. Students were running around, and adults who had come from outside the school to visit were also there, taking a break from their busy work to return to campus.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was because they were in public, but the children seemed a bit more assertive in front of their parents.

"Dad! Why are you wearing a suit?"

The daughter raised her hand to her forehead, unable to believe it.

"What's wrong with a suit? It's formal, proper, and mature."

The father casually offered an explanation, completely omitting the fact that he was also struggling with what to wear to school. When he opened his wardrobe, all he found were work suits, casual clothes, and pajamas... In the end, he felt that a suit would make his daughter look good.

"Really? But wearing a suit still looks a bit odd, doesn't it?"

The daughter looked at the other people at the school gate with some skepticism, then led her father into the colorful campus.

"A suit is a man's battle armor..."

The father, a little nervous, casually asked, "How's your studying lately? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"There haven't been any exams recently, so I don't know," the daughter replied casually, her expression turning indifferent.

The atmosphere became a little stiff. The two had a lot to say, but nothing came out. They walked silently toward the teaching building.