Uneasy daily life

In the end, Toyohama Kazuha proved to be the better player, taking advantage of her agile and petite figure to snatch a spot in front of Sakurajima Mai.

"?" Sakurajima Mai said speechlessly, "What are you doing?"

"I also want to know what that bastard is doing..."

Feng Bin and Hua were also a little depressed. "Sigh? What stupid thing am I doing?"

I have a feeling that I just went for it subconsciously.

"Ah!"

The white figure reached out from the side, pinching Sakurajima Mai's shoulders with her fingers. Under the latter's slightly surprised gaze, she moved her to her side, then gave Toyohama Kazuka a fan-shaped look, three parts contempt, six parts pride and one part pity. It seemed as if she said nothing, yet it also seemed as if she said everything.

"#!"

Kazuha Toyohama instantly flew into a rage, snatched Mai Sakurajima back, and glared at her angrily.

The white figure snatches it again!

Fengbin and Hua are vying for the same spot again!

The white shadow appeared again...

"You haters, shut up!"

Sakurajima Mai, unable to bear it any longer, raised her right hand and pinched the white figure's face. With a slight pull, she revealed the abundance of collagen in the young man's skin. Toyohama Kazuka grunted and bared her teeth, and another hand appeared on her cheek—pulling!

"Huh? Hey, get back..."

"You should calm down too. He can easily set a trap, and you're already eagerly walking into it!"

Sakurajima Mai twitched her fingers impatiently, pulling at Toyohama Kazuka's cheek: "Auntie's still watching."

Kazuha Toyohama subconsciously glanced to the side and saw her mother and Sakurajima's mother together, silently watching them. She immediately glared angrily at the culprit.

Bai Ying struggled to break free of the two-finger grip, rubbing her cheek as she said seriously, "Don't worry, don't worry, I know this is just pure sisterly affection. The competitive mentality is just a common possessiveness in interpersonal relationships, such as discovering that a friend is close to someone else, or a friend lending their homework to someone else..."

"Could it be that the hater has recently hit a creative block and is preparing to create material by setting an example?"

Mai Sakurajima gave him a reason for the time being.

"Yes, I've been thinking about how to write a script about stealing a man."

As Bai Ying finished speaking fluently and naturally, Sakurajima Mai and Toyohama Kazuka both inwardly gasped, their fists clenched, and they subconsciously glanced at their mothers.

Sakurajima's mother: "?"

Fengbin's mother: "?"

"Why are you looking at Auntie?" Bai Ying clicked her tongue and complained. "Don't believe everything you hear. Just because you see a selfie doesn't mean you should Photoshop it. They haven't stolen any men from each other."

Mai Sakurajima: "?"

Toyohama Kazuka: "?"

Your mouth—

"There's a murderous aura! 9527, run!"

Sensing danger, the white figure turned and ran.

Angelina paused for a moment, looked around, and realized she really shouldn't be there. She quickly grabbed her drink and followed after him with small, quick steps.

The two pairs of mothers and daughters looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

“Screenwriter Bai is really…” Feng Bin’s mother shook her head, preparing to change the subject, “and Hua…”

“We certainly didn’t steal a man from each other,” Sakurajima’s mother said nonchalantly. “In fact, you could say we only recently met; before that, our relationship was limited to indirect connections related to him… Mai, it seems I really have no experience to share with you regarding your question.”

Feng Bin's mother coughed lightly, then hesitated, "Hehua, you..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't say anymore!"

Feng Bin and Hua quickly crossed their hands, feeling so embarrassed they wanted to explode on the spot. They couldn't help but lash out at the culprit: "Anyway, it's all the bastard's fault!"

“He’s definitely a bastard.” Toyohama’s mother frowned. “If my father hadn’t found out back then, I wouldn’t have known that Sakurajima had given birth to a daughter for him…”

Feng Bin and Hana scratched their heads and said, "Uh, he's not such a jerk, anyway... he's a good jerk?"

Feng Bin's mother looked at her daughter with displeasure. "You're still defending him?"

Sakurajima's mother shook her head and said, "There's no need to talk about the past. When we do, everyone feels they're right, yet also feels they're wrong. In the end, it all comes down to misjudging people... Didn't you still choose to accept that marriage? I guess you had quite a few conflicts with your family."

Feng Bin's mother remained silent. Choosing a divorced man naturally led to conflicts. In the end, she and her family compromised, allowing her husband to marry into the family.

“Let the children handle their own affairs. We’ve taken the time to visit the cultural festival together today, so let’s not argue about issues that can’t be resolved immediately.” Sakurajima’s mother smiled faintly. “If we have to talk about a key issue, it’s still about the person who lit the fire and ran away.”

Feng Bin's mother nodded in agreement. That made sense, and she gave up the idea of ​​correcting her daughter's constant nagging.

"..."

Kazuka Toyohama couldn't help but whisper to Mai Sakurajima, "My mom admires your mom so much..."

It's not surprising, after all, my mother has always admired strong women like Aunt Sakurajima.

"I'm quite impressed with Hua Hua; no matter how many times, I'll be led by the nose."

Mai Sakurajima reached out and pinched Kazuka Toyohama's cheek again: "Let's go. It's a rare cultural festival, so take a good rest during your break. After today, we'll have to go back to work."

"Yes yes yes~"

Toyohama Kazuka, feigning displeasure, stretched out her figure and clung to Sakurajima Mai.

Why aren't you drinking your beverage?

"drinks?"

Feng Bin and Hua were puzzled for a moment, looking at the suspicious drink in their hands that resembled a rag. Huh? When did this thing get into their hands?!

"...That damned bastard!"

The two pairs of mothers and daughters continued to stroll around the cultural festival.

Sigh, does this kid really like Sakurajima Mai that much? The screenwriter Bai said a lot earlier, but this doesn't seem like he's stealing a man; it's clearly stealing Sakurajima Mai… Hmm, could it be that Sakurajima Mai likes the screenwriter Bai, and this kid is just copying her?!

Toyohama's mother had a bit of a headache, but then she thought about it and realized it wasn't so bad. She was already in a state where she could make some arrangements to comfort her daughter after her breakup—perhaps by planning a trip and taking her out to clear her head? As for that screenwriter Bai… judging from their interactions and the fact that Sakurajima Mai liked him, he shouldn't be a bad person. At most, he's just a talented oddball.

There's no need to worry too much about that.

……

……

The eccentric theatrical performer is patrolling the cultural festival with his strongman.

"You're not a very good boyfriend."

Despite her pain, Angelina finished her drink, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, and threw the cup into the trash can. She complained resentfully, "In the normal course of events, shouldn't Bai Ying kneel down and beg the other party to hand over her daughter to her?"

Bai Ying turned her head in surprise and exclaimed, "Human trafficking?!"

“That’s how it’s portrayed in the TV series!” Angelina declared confidently. “When is Bai Ying going to kneel down?”

It doesn't mean anything else, it just highlights a personal grudge.

"I see. Are you the type who is psychologically or physically dependent on your parents?" Bai Ying said knowingly. "9527, have your dad and mom come to school? Quickly lead the way."

"Let's change the subject."

Angelina's gaze wandered, and she pointed at a person in front of her who was wearing a hooded black robe in broad daylight and whose face was obscured. She said strangely, "It seems like everyone is trying to become a white shadow at the cultural festival."

Is this what youth is like? It's a really weird kind of youth.

Angelina sighed sadly, then suddenly noticed the white figure staring at her strangely. She instinctively looked down to check her clothes—nothing seemed wrong. It was normal not to wear school uniforms to the cultural festival, wasn't it? And with autumn socks already in full swing, it was normal to wear shorts with knee-high socks, wasn't it? The socks were digging into her thighs, making her flesh look a little exposed…

Angelina subtly tugged at the hem of her loose coat and explained, "I've been losing weight lately!"

"Don't worry, I'm already getting bored with this joke. I've been thinking about how to develop new ones for you." Bai Ying said, saying things that Angelina couldn't even keep up with, before suddenly changing the subject, "What surprised me was that you were able to pinpoint Bai Yinghua so accurately out of so many people."

"what?!"

Angelina looked up in shock and found that the man in black robes was gone.

"Don't bother looking. That guy is like a mosquito. You can always hear him buzzing around. By the time you actually see him, he's already bitten your arm so badly." Bai Ying clenched her fist and said, "We actors still have to compete on stage."

"Oh……"

Angelina felt something was off, but unfortunately the drink she had just had was a bit too sugary, and her thoughts were a little foggy.

……

……

The cultural festival is busier than the sports festival in terms of affairs. The executive committee members can't just be record keepers; they have to handle the affairs in a real way.

For example, the most basic yet most tedious issue is accounting. Each class purchases different items for the activity, and some items cannot be purchased in advance and need to be delivered directly to the site for preparation. Some pre-ordered items may encounter unexpected problems and cannot be delivered on time...

Each class's executive committee member calculates their class's accounts, submits them to the executive committee chairperson for verification, and then the executive committee chairperson submits them to the deputy executive committee chairperson for a final calculation.

In addition, as students, they have to attend classes and some even have to go to tutoring classes. The executive committee can only squeeze out time to do their work, so much so that even though the cultural festival has already started today, the meeting room is still busy processing documents.

Anyway, don't think about having fun like other students until everything is settled.

Yumiko Miura wondered if she must have lost her mind to become the executive committee chairperson!

"Chairman of the Executive Committee, please check these carefully."

Yukino Yukinoshita pushed a stack of documents over and continued processing data in her laptop.

"..."

Yumiko Miura took a deep breath, trying to distract herself from her pain. She looked around the conference room and asked in surprise, "Hmm? Why aren't the executive committee members from Class A here?"

"Class A's activities were self-funded and self-organized, without applying for a budget from the school, and were approved by the school. The executive committee only submitted a plan notification," Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly. "They handled all the affairs themselves. Have you forgotten that you helped Haku-kun collect F's wrong questions and learning progress?"

Classes that handle all matters independently naturally have no obligation to work overtime for the executive committee.

Yumiko Miura sighed in frustration, picked up the documents and flipped through them: "Can't you guys learn from them and be self-reliant?"

The executive committee members, who were calculating accounts and filling out forms: "..."

Miura-kun, do you want to hear what you're saying?

“If we can solve everything ourselves and still run the cultural festival well, then we don’t need an executive committee,” Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly. “Instead of complaining, we should speed things up. There’s an opening ceremony and stage performance this afternoon. You’ll have to give a speech and perform then. You won’t have time to handle other matters, and the workload will just keep piling up.”

"Yes, yes, yes, can you please stop reading, you old woman?"

Yumiko Miura worked diligently.

Yukino Yukinoshita is focused on her work.

Yui Yuigahama sat to the side of the conference table, watching.

The family took in the entire scene inside the meeting room.

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head and said, "Oh dear, Yukino-chan is such an honest girl who only knows how to do things. If an unexpected situation arises, wouldn't she be completely passive? It must be very difficult to be a politician like that."

"It's alright." Yukino's mother glanced at her eldest daughter indifferently. "With Shiro's help, Yukino won't have to work too hard. Class A's activities were done quite well, with good results, taking into account all aspects, and very efficient. They've already finished their work and are now enjoying the cultural festival."

Yukinoshita: "Tch~"

There is reason to suspect that the scoundrel has put a curse on his mother, otherwise why would his mother find him so pleasing to the eye?

The activities organized by Class A were indeed quite effective, but there were still provocative banners hanging outside Class A's wall!

However, it's ultimately a good thing that Mom admires the rascal...

"No, no, no! I've already conquered the land; all I need are capable people!" Yukinoshita's father said solemnly. "I don't think that boy has any ambition in politics. Even if he did enter politics, he'd be a cunning and ruthless fellow..."

"If I were a hero, I would have tricked the queen into relinquishing power, rendering her a mere mascot. In the event of any unfortunate or unexpected situation, I would have pushed the mascot out to take the blame, while I remained behind the scenes, wielding real power."

Yukinoshita's father exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of the eldest brother, he's full of wicked ideas."

"Look at what you're saying... Who are you trying to slander?!"

Yukinoshita's father reacted, his face darkening as he looked at the white figure that appeared behind him. He noticed the little follower next to the white figure, and his expression became even more hostile.

"Oh, isn't this the tattletale expert? Here to pay your respects to Mother?"

Yukinoshita Haruno said with a smile.

Bai Ying smiled: "I recorded it."

"?"

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and decisively stretched out her hands with a murderous look on her face.

"You don't want the hero to know about your stupidity, do you?"