Uneasy daily life

Chapter 126 Turning Against Each Other After the Business Deal Is Over

Did you know that Class A is running a tutoring program?

"Tutoring classes? Who hasn't enrolled in a few tutoring classes?"

"I mean their cultural festival is like a cram school."

The students who were mixing fruit juice drinks were stunned.

"are you kidding me?"

"It's true." The girl, who had put on an apron, sighed and waved a stack of printed papers in her hand. "My dad even bought a math error correction book. Class A really is running a tutoring program."

"grass!"

One student couldn't help but express a universally acknowledged sentiment: "Thank goodness my mom didn't come, otherwise she would definitely have dragged me over."

"Hiss! What a vicious tactic. Can't we even have peace and quiet during the cultural festival? Midterm exams are bad enough already."

Another student saw through the surface logic and couldn't help but lament the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values.

The girl asked, "What if going to Class A would allow your mom to take the exam?"

"?" The student typed a question mark, his expression wavering. "Let my mom take the exam? That sounds interesting..."

"Wanting to participate is just like attending a cram school during the cultural festival. Have I fallen into a trap? Hmm? I remember the drama freaks are in Class A, right?!"

"It looks like Bai Ying was the one who started it..."

The girl was mixing drinks, preparing to take them to her father. Thinking about her exam experience, she couldn't help but complain, "The students in Class A played the teachers, supervising the exams, grading papers, and giving comments—they all looked so convincing! It seems Bai Ying checked everyone's test scores from the first grade; the questions on my test were all from the midterm exam where I lost points..."

"Playing a teacher?"

"Compared to this, it feels kind of boring that our class is selling drinks..."

"Damn! Is there something wrong with studying hard to get a role as a teacher?"

Several people looked at each other.

It seems like there really is a problem...

"Have you been secretly studying behind my back?"

The boy who came to visit the cultural festival with his friends looked at his friends from Class A with a face full of suspicion.

"Study? I only received some training." The boy in Class A tapped the edge of the table with his pointer, smiling kindly. "This student, please concentrate on the exam. I've already seen that you got some questions wrong."

"Training?" The boy answered casually, but was taken aback by the question. "What kind of training? Tutoring classes?"

"What kind of paradise is a cram school?" a boy from Class A asked rhetorically.

"?"

"Do you know what force-feeding is? It's the process of stuffing ingredients into a duck before cooking it," a boy from Class A described vividly. "A skilled force-feeding chef can accurately judge the gaps and limits inside the duck's body, stuffing in various ingredients in the optimal order, filling the entire duck little by little until it can't even groan. The ingredients are stuffed in without leaving any gaps, yet without bursting it..."

Boy: "You mean ducks, right?"

The boys in Class A smiled at him, as if a faceless figure was whispering in his mind's eye behind him—"You want to be cool in front of so-and-so, don't you? You want to be so-and-so's deskmate, don't you? Seating will change in the second year of high school!"

The boy leaned back involuntarily, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Alright! Let's solve this big problem! Solve it, and I'll tell you about her little hobbies..."

"Hey! It looks like you've accidentally revealed something amazing!"

The classroom was filled with an atmosphere of striving.

The class monitor adjusted his glasses, quite satisfied with the current situation. Sure enough, if Bai Ying was given some serious work, the efficiency and results would be excellent, and what was even more remarkable was that it wouldn't arouse unanimous resentment and protests from everyone.

Bai Ying has always been adept at precisely and frequently striking the target's pain points.

Just like now, when he's playing the role of a student, sitting in front of Saki Kawasaki.

"The solution to this problem is..."

"Mmm-hmm." The white figure nodded repeatedly. "I don't understand."

"Let's try a different approach. Here's the formula we need..."

"I understand," Bai Ying nodded repeatedly, "but I was just kidding."

"Let's try a different approach! These formulas involve..."

"very good."

Bai Ying clapped: "You're fired."

"#!" Kawasaki Saki's eyes twitched. "White-kun, are you kidding me?"

"Huh? Why do you think I'm playing a trick on you?" Bai Ying beckoned in surprise, "9527, come here for a second!"

"Come on, come on."

Angelina, sipping her juice, approached warily: "You're not going to make me do some homework, are you?"

"No, no, no, I'm just selecting a sample of an ordinary student."

Bai Ying bombarded him with questions: "Have you been unable to understand certain problems because of gaps in your knowledge, misunderstandings of knowledge points, or aversion to difficulties? Have you pretended to understand questions because of pride or boredom? Do you get headaches from long and tedious descriptions and resist receiving information?"

"Huh?" Angelina slurped up a mouthful of juice, her face falling. "White Shadow, you're so annoying."

Bai Ying shrugged and asked again, "Which would you choose: me acting with you or me solving a difficult problem?"

"Then let's do the problems..." Angelina realized, "I don't want to choose any of them!"

"Do you understand?" Bai Ying looked at Kawasaki Saki again and said in a deep voice, "You don't understand me at all, and you have no interest in understanding me. You can't do anything except repeat a year and get frustrated with not getting results. So your repeating a year will only result in me repeating a year."

Kawasaki Saki frowned thoughtfully: "I also tutor my younger siblings sometimes..."

The white figure clenched her fist and uttered in a childish voice, "Sister!"

"Who's your sister?!"

Saki Kawasaki trembled all over, her expression contorted as she leaned back slightly.

Even if you've heard about or witnessed the eccentricities of theatrical figures, seeing them in person is a completely different story!

“Look, you don’t treat me like family at all. You have no patience or interest in understanding me. You’re too eager to move towards your goal and ignore everything else. It’s normal to stumble.” Bai Ying stood up, looked around, and took off her suit jacket to reveal her school uniform. “Looks like we’re almost out of customers. Let’s hang up the banner and see if we can attract more customers.”

The white figure gave the order, then turned and said, "9527! It's time to patrol the school festival!"

"Huh? I...I need to go to the bathroom..."

"I have already found out all the classes that are planning to hold food-related activities."

"Goo!"

Bai Ying and Angelina left the classroom, which was gradually becoming less crowded, while Kawasaki Saki remained in her seat, lost in thought.

Perhaps we could practice with younger siblings?

……

……

"The environment is nice, but it's a co-educational school. Can you get used to it?"

"I'm already an idol, what could I possibly be uncomfortable with?"

Feng Bin and Hua looked around and led the way, keeping a half-step ahead, showing their familiarity with the campus environment.

"Huh? Tutoring classes?"

Feng Bin's mother noticed the banner outside the wall of the classroom in front of her. Amidst the joyful and youthful atmosphere, it was somewhat jarring.

Winter snow, summer flowers, cold and heat, evening breeze, dawn moon, dusk and sunrise. The scriptures lie prostrate, shared with others; in the prime of youth, full of innocent wonder.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, ten years of regret remain. A desolate world separates me, my soul is consumed by longing; who remembers that my yearning came too soon?

Compared to the somewhat sentimental content, the title is rather uncultured—【West River Moon: What score would you need to dare to date?】

Feng Bin's mother: "..."

Toyohama Kazuka: "..."

Click, click, click!

Some students and tourists from outside the school are taking photos.

They're probably in the top five of their grade!

Feng Bin and Hua rolled their eyes. Hanging banners like this at the cultural festival, with this kind of artistic yet somewhat whimsical content, is truly like seeing the person before you even see them.

"As expected of a top-tier high school, the academic atmosphere is very strong. Even during the cultural festival, classes are promoting their hard work..." Toyohama's mother became a little worried, "Kazuka, do you really want to transfer here?"

"Don't worry, I'm a good student."

Toyohama Kazuka pouted, "Isn't Sakuraha Academy also a high school for further education? Mom, what are you worried about?"

“I’m mainly worried that the school rules are too strict, and you also have work to do… But Mai Sakurajima is able to balance her studies and work…” Toyohama’s mother paused slightly as usual, about to change the subject, when she suddenly paused, “Hmm? You’re good at studying? You’re not planning to date, are you?”

"baffling."

Feeling guilty, Fengbin and Hana stubbornly retorted, their initial eagerness to go inside and find the bastard immediately turning 180 degrees: "Okay, okay, let's go look somewhere else! My sister is already in the second-year classroom..."

At this moment, several students came out of the classroom and hung a banner securely on a blank space on the wall.

[At dawn, the flute's melody echoes; at night, the moon embraces the return journey. I long to escape the dust and grime of life, yet I cannot bear the mundane routine.]

[Enlightenment is attained through burning incense in the womb; blessings are prayed for before the Buddha. Yet, even perfect merit is difficult to satisfy; often, one speaks ill of those with whom one has only a superficial acquaintance.]

[West River Moon - Do you feel very close to your child?]

Fengbin's mother: "?"

Toyohama Kazuka: "Let's go, let's go."

Click, click, click!

The sound of the camera shutter became louder.

"Is this really a problem? They say parents are busy worshipping Buddha and don't care about their children, yet they think they've done something perfect and have the right to criticize their children for not doing well... Should they hope others don't understand? First they mock couples, then they mock parents. Are we even going to be able to hold our event?"

"Bai Ying said that once the collection of wrong questions has sold out, it will be put up for sale, since we've already made back the money we spent."

"They turn their backs on you after the business deal is done."

"That's how business is—don't you all feel it's a waste not to display it?"

"That's not right. It was clearly Bai Ying who did it."

The two students walked back to the classroom, muttering to themselves.

Once you leave that very different area, the cultural festivals in other places are just like any other festival: there are food vendors, drink vendors, haunted houses, and familiar maid cafes.

"It looks like a pretty normal cultural festival."

Feng Bin's mother sipped her drink: "It just feels a bit ordinary."

"It's just a normal cultural festival..."

Feng Bin and Hua were a little hesitant. Would it have been better to just go in without turning around? Anyway, Mom didn't know the specifics, and that jerk wouldn't piss off Mom... right?

Ugh, I'm getting more and more annoyed by these awful things.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get, and the more annoyed I get, the more I think about it. There are so many people around, but I feel like that guy is right in front of me. I want to rush over, but I also feel inexplicably insecure and cowardly. I feel like I can't speak properly. Ugh.

Feng Bin and Hua raised their hands to rub their eyes, trying to clear their thoughts.

"Huh? Isn't that screenwriter Bai? He's also a student at Zongwu High School?"

The mother was slightly surprised.

Huh? It's not a hallucination caused by déjà vu?

Feng Bin and Hua lowered their hands in surprise, their faces immediately falling into a grimace as soon as they showed joy.

Feeding that pet you happen to like in public?!

written request for leave

Ugh... I've tried, but I can't come up with anything. I've basically figured out what to write for the cultural festival, but I'm completely clueless about how to make it interesting. I wanted to add some romance, but the pacing of the cultural festival doesn't suit it. I asked Bai Ying to do something, but I can't think of anything. I tried to make it a bit artsy, but without a plot to support it, it feels a bit like a pointless, sensitive topic...

Touched it.

I touched it without any emotion.