Uneasy daily life

"Alright, instead of worrying about who did more or less, everyone should focus on finishing their own work. If you have extra energy, then help others. Don't try to share my workload just because of the atmosphere."

The young woman had a subtle expression on her face, frowning as she told others to focus on their work. It was clear that she was not used to the kindness of others.

"That's right, that's right. Let's put work aside for now. As executive committee members, we should enjoy the cultural festival more than anyone else! Why don't we all go out and have some fun first? We can take care of work later..."

"Sister, go away! Don't try to demoralize the troops or spread rumors!"

"Oh no, oh no, Tsundere is angry."

"#!"

The primary and secondary school students engaged in friendly interactions with each other.

Suddenly, the father in the snow slapped his thigh in his mind.

Damn it! Why isn't it me who's praising the little goddess so highly and offering her some life advice?! No, thinking about it carefully, if I did something like that, wouldn't the little goddess just see me as an insect?

Why is this happening? Is it because he's the father that it's not allowed?

The father's grief, flowing beneath the snow, poured out, nourishing the demonic thoughts in his heart.

Ahhh! I'm reminded of what the rebels said that day: that the person who raised my two daughters wasn't me, their father… My hands are trembling, my heart is bleeding, I, a dignified man—

"Let's go, let's not bother them here."

Yukinoshita's mother called out, and Yukinoshita's father immediately recovered from his near-madness.

Forget it, let's travel around with the goddess first and reminisce about our youth.

……

……

Hands are a basic human need, the material basis for humans to make and use tools. In other words, hands are a necessity. If we invest in hands and give them financial attributes, then it's a business that can make small profits, big profits, and especially large profits. For the vigorous development of the hand industry, the first step is to find high-quality hand sources...

Holy crap! My thinking ability has taken such a leap? I'm probably only one step away from mental illness!

The white figure charged into the toilet like a cavalryman with a lance raised, his entire body brimming with boundless energy that seemed to surge wildly.

Now that things have come to this, all that's left is to obliterate the little head, retract all thinking ability, and lick the hand with the mouth—

The white figure raised its hand and clenched its fist, then paused.

Calm down! Why am I hitting myself?

"Killer Queen!"

The moment the clown in bright pink and purple appeared, a heavy punch slammed into its face.

The white figure and the assassin queen both leaned back at the same time, staggering backward.

"Good! As expected of my destined rival! But suppressing a mere hand fetishist is a piece of cake for me!"

The white figure wiped away the blood from her nose and unleashed a flurry of punches at the Assassin Queen.

BOKI? Hand fetish? Arrogant conceit? Take this Seven Injury Fist!

"I'm going to make you drink toilet water!"

The Assassin Queen quietly took the beating, while the white shadow's fist suddenly struck her. They shared the pain together.

"I want to go back and put up pictures of all kinds of elderly people's hands, hands with skin diseases, hands with allergies and swelling, disabled hands, hands with fish-eye sores in my bedroom..."

Bai Ying squinted at the Assassin Queen's expressionless face: "And they're all men!"

boom!

Fist and palm pressed against each other.

"Huh? You're not pretending anymore? If it were Kira Yoshikage, in order to maintain his way of life, he would definitely try his best to pretend to be an unconscious Stand, waiting for an opportunity, even if I've repeatedly shown you I have no trust in you." The white figure asked with interest, "What changed you? Was it the repeated failures?"

The Killer Queen didn't react, as if the punch she had just delivered was given on Bai Ying's orders.

"Bai Jun, you are..."

A surprised voice came from the doorway. Yukino Yukinoshita stared with bright eyes at the white figure performing performance art.

"Ah? Bai Yinghua."

Bai Ying saw through it at a glance: "Your trick is too boring."

"Oh dear..." Yukino Yukinoshita's expression changed slightly, a carefree smile appearing on her face, her voice gaining a touch of ethereal remoteness: "Hollow White, is your superpower really the Killer Queen who ran out of this manga, or mind reading?"

"No, no, no, how could I possibly understand the thoughts of a bunch of vulgar lunatics?"

Bai Ying said modestly, "It's just that your acting skills are too poor. You can't portray a person at all. After all, isn't it normal for fake things to be seen through at a glance? Without a foundation of authenticity, all illusions are castles in the air. Just like your hands, you can't even get the Killer Queen to look at them for long..."

"The real is inherently ugly, while the false is what comes close to revealing beauty—so-called reality is nothing more than a glimpse of the world through a crack in the door. Who can truly see others? Who can truly see themselves? Just like you right now, you have to hide in the toilet to suppress your restlessness, don't you?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said playfully, "Hey~ what changed you? Was it those so-called sincere hearts? You should understand the fickleness of human hearts better than I do, or rather..."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at Killer Queen, who was currently prostrate on the floor, peering through the crack in the men's restroom door, vividly demonstrating what it meant to be a pervert. Her gaze fell on the faintly white markings on Killer Queen's body.

"Have you changed?"

Bai Ying nodded earnestly and said, "Yes, I have become your loving father."

“My father was indeed loving; he probably loved over a hundred people.” Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and raised her hand, gently twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. “Truth, sincerity, true intention, true feeling… Kyouhaku, in this play we’re about to perform, who will be the better performer? I’ll wait and see.”

Yukino Yukinoshita turned and walked out of the men's restroom, only to bump into Angelina, who had just come out of the women's restroom and was waving her hands.

Angelina's eyes widened in shock. She instinctively looked up—I went into the women's restroom, and Yukino came out from the opposite side?!

"Ahem..." Yukino Yukinoshita raised her fist, coughed lightly against her mouth, and dared not look directly at Angelina. She glanced at the ground, feeling somewhat embarrassed and gritting her teeth as she whispered, "An... Anshinin-san, Shirai-kun... well, it's all up to you!"

Angelina: "Huh?"

What's entrusted to me?

Before Angelina could even finish her question, Yukino Yukinoshita had already hurried away, leaving behind a flustered figure.

Angelina was puzzled. She looked around first—thankfully, the floor where the conference room was located was very quiet. Since there were no classrooms on this floor, and it was mostly teachers' offices, plus the area where students were holding cultural festival activities, there was no one to be seen at all.

That being said, moving close to the men's restroom and such...

Is this some kind of female challenge variety show?!

Although I sometimes get curious about what men's restrooms look like.

wrong!

Why did Yukino specifically ask me to do this? Is there anything that needs to be specifically entrusted to me? Is there anything special about me?

Angelina suddenly frowned, realizing that things were not so simple, and her mind raced.

Wait a minute! Could it be that Bai Ying was choked, her hand fetish flared up, the Killer Queen rebelled, and Xue Zhi came to seek help from me, a superpowered person?

Ignoring a few slightly incongruous details, the logic holds true!

"White Shadow? Are you there? Say something!"

"squeak--!"

The sharp squeaking of a mouse.

"Are you OK?!"

"Of course it's something important..."

Angelina was startled and hurriedly rushed into the men's restroom.

"I'm coming to help you!"

I glanced at it subconsciously, and it looked no different from the women's restroom...

Oh! There's a killer queen peeking through the crack in the toilet door from the floor!

That's perverted!

"Alas--!"

Angelina immediately demonstrated her "two-kilometer running technique from the perspective of a college student"!

"Holy crap, 9527..."

boom!

The white figure and the assassin queen were lying face down on the ground.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

The white figure, hunched over, slowly rose and straightened up, a bright smile on her face.

Angelina blinked and noticed that Bai Ying was indeed in some kind of trouble; he seemed a bit too energetic. Oh well, boys are just energetic during puberty; it's not normal for them not to cause some trouble all the time...

"Sir, you're busy, I'll be going now..."

Angelina turned around abruptly and ran out of the men's restroom at lightning speed.

Chapter 131 Hayato Hayama: It's not a big problem

"Huh?! That snow-covered flower is a white hibiscus?!"

Angelina suddenly realized: "No wonder I ran out of the men's room..."

I almost thought Yukino was angry, because she just barged straight into the men's restroom... Huh? Is this the most obvious flaw?

After all, there are obviously people who care about the real snow, at most they're just waiting outside the toilet.

"Why did the white chrysanthemum turn into snow?" Angelina asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Compatibility issue?" Bai Ying stroked her chin. "Given Bai Yinghua's artistic pursuits, the Hero is quite an interesting subject. She probably likes him quite a bit—he's both arrogant and has high self-expectations that he can't lie, and he likes to get stuck on problems... So, if the victim of a scam only projects all their emotions onto the scammer, then it's a very boring scam."

"?"

Angelina was completely baffled: "What kind of logic is this?"

"It's like when you confessed your feelings to me and got rejected," Bai Ying said, spreading her hands. "There should be the sleepless nights of the deceived, the exclamation of 'Why was I deceived?', the indignation beyond just screaming 'Waaah!', a vivid portrayal of the person's self-satisfaction..."

"You're the one who thinks too highly of yourself!"

Angelina scratched her head in frustration: "My superior, the mouthpiece, is a fetishist! My superior, the Phantom, is autistic! And my superior, the White Flower, is a liar?!"

The Scarlet Theatre Company is brimming with talent!

"Well said!" Bai Ying praised enthusiastically. "They're all a bunch of eccentric fools. How can we make good art with them?!"

"And you, this is..."

Angelina said angrily, but when she met Bai Ying's gaze, she realized the danger. She stammered a few words, but finally said firmly, "And you are Bai Ying!"

"It seems to be a noun, it seems to be an adjective, it seems to have an implied meaning, and it seems to be a declarative sentence." Bai Ying couldn't help but clap her hands and exclaim, "Wonderful! 9527, your professional skills have improved. I'm sure you've won the leader's approval. It won't be long before you get an official title, attend stage performances, outwit your colleagues, and reach the pinnacle of your life!"

"Ugh! No, no, no!" Angelina shook her head vigorously like a rattle-drum. "I don't want to be a full member, and I have no interest in any crazy life! Being a temporary member is just fine!"

"Oh, wouldn't it be a good thing to increase your aggression?" Bai Ying whispered seductively. "You're only allowed to lie to Bai Yinghua, don't you want to give her a good beating?"

"Huh?" Angelina was confused. "You guys... I mean, Bai Yinghua has a tendency to lie, and you're actually attacking her like that?"

"Let me explain in detail..."

Angelina's thoughts drifted a little as the white shadows began to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts.

However, speaking of which... since they are superpowered individuals, they always end up gathering at the theater troupe?

Is it like my own superpower? Because of the sudden changes and impacts, not only did I have to transfer schools, but my parents also had to immigrate to another country... If a few more accidents happen, I feel like the only thing I can think of is the Scarlet Theatre Company?

Guh! No way!!

Bai Ying was pumped up with energy: "In short, stage performances are all about improvisation. If you want to defeat Bai Yinghua, then draw your sword and cleave her performance in two!"

Angelina wasn't listening at all. After thinking for a while, she suddenly asked, "That officer, the mouthpiece said you'd be going back to the Scarlet Troupe. Is that true?"

“We do often make bets on each other, betting on when a playwright will get writer’s block, betting on whether a fortune teller will die at forty, betting on whether a prop maker can make normal stuff, betting on how many pears a sword dancer can peel in a minute…”

Angelina asked curiously, "Peel a pear?"

Among the absurd options, how could one option be so normal?!

“That’s right,” Bai Ying nodded. “When I took the pear, I commented, ‘You peeled the pear nicely, little knife, a reward!’ The playwright’s comment was, ‘Not as good as an apple.’ The prop master’s comment was, ‘Can you eat it without slicing and removing the core? There’s no love in your mechanical movements.’ The fortune teller’s comment was, ‘This pear… damn it!’…”

"Grass?"

"Because we've already run away."

"what?"