Uneasy daily life

Angelina covered her face with her small hands. "My mind has been corrupted. I shouldn't have asked—oh well, I've already asked!"

"What then?"

"The fortune teller runs slower than us."

"run?"

"Danmaku is holding a sword."

"Then we definitely have to run..."

I hope the fortune teller is alright.

Angelina offered a merciless and ineffective prayer.

I'm sorry, I was overestimating the mentally ill.

"Okay, it's almost time."

Bai Ying snapped her fingers: "Let's finish lunch, then get ready for the afternoon performance."

"Oh...wait?" Angelina was taken aback. "A performance? What kind of performance?"

Bai Ying said matter-of-factly, "Didn't I just tell you? You're going to play Anjie Xuande on stage."

"What?!" Angelina exclaimed in surprise. "I don't want to!"

"Then I'll play the maid."

"That's more like it... Wait, when did I agree to that? Is it really true?!"

“You really agreed,” Bai Ying said sincerely. “While you were overthinking things, I seized the opportunity to ask you to perform, and you agreed with a series of 'uh-huhs'.”

Angelina: "?"

"Anyway, according to the plot, you just need to stand on the stage. What kind of role you can perform depends entirely on your ability," Bai Ying encouraged. "As a member of the Scarlet Troupe, it's time for you to learn to add your own scenes!"

"Oh……"

Then I will definitely not speak, not utter a sound, act like a block of wood, and remain completely still!

I refuse to believe that this will generate any more strange nicknames!

Angelina, I clench my fist...

[The eating contest has officially begun! Contestant number 1, Yoshiteru Zaimoto, is a strong contender for the championship based on his physique! Contestant number 2…]

The loudspeaker blared.

Angelina instinctively turned her head and looked out into the corridor.

A competition was being held in the open space between several school buildings. The students' booths and activities were like rocks in a crowd. The sounds of broadcasts and the crowd mingled together, creating an atmosphere that was both like a celebration and not quite, a unique atmosphere belonging to the campus.

"This location is pretty good. I can see a lot of students and all sorts of cultural festival booths. It feels different from just strolling around in the street..."

Angelina scratched her head, somewhat at a loss for words: "Sir, can you describe it?"

"It is indeed different. Society is filled with polite silence, and people only dare to make noise in their hearts."

Bai Ying leaned against the railing, gazing at the campus. His tone was weary and cold, like a greasy, gloomy old man sneering, "The campus is so nice. No worries in your heart, you can laugh when you want, make a fuss when you want... Hmph! Young people, you're not mature enough. You'll suffer a great loss sooner or later when you enter society. You'll discover that people are of different classes, that there are different classes for slandering people, different classes for supporting people, and you'll understand that you're one of them. In the end, you'll become a quiet, ordinary cog in the machine."

"Thinking about the future I envision for them, and looking at their innocent faces now, I can't help but feel a sense of superiority—indeed, destroying other people's dreams isn't such a bad way to live without dreams..."

"ah!"

Angelina angrily slapped Bai Ying on the back, making a loud thud. "Who suddenly spouts negative and suicidal thoughts! They're all just broken glass!"

"Alright, no matter how much you swat with your claws, it won't intimidate me..."

Boom!

"Rewrite it!"

Bai Ying's expression changed, and gazing at the scenery of the campus, she murmured for a moment, "The wind dyes the frosty leaves red, autumn soaks the distant mountains into the sky..."

"Hmm...this one's not bad." Angelina blinked. "And what about the next one?"

What should we have for lunch?

"I haven't decided yet," Angelina replied instinctively, then exclaimed in disbelief, "White Shadow, what is that...?"

"Joy and happiness are shared by all."

Bai Ying gestured to indicate the view from this spot and said cheerfully, "9527, looking at this vibrant campus scenery, you're already full!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Angelina drew out her words, deliberately displaying her dissatisfaction and perfunctory attitude.

"Now that you're full, let's discuss the performance..."

"I'm full! I want to eat!"

Even if you're mentally satisfied, you'll still get hungry!

Angelina angrily prepared to find a place to eat, her heart pounding with anxiety as she thought about her performance that afternoon.

is that OK?

Basically, he plays a quiet, invisible character on stage who doesn't speak, has no role, and is very inconspicuous.

In this situation, how can someone who isn't even in the center of attention still get noticed? And how can they have such a strange nickname?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

That's right!

Angelina patted her chest, looking at her simple and plain maid's outfit. Her originally fluffy hair had changed from pigtails to a side ponytail, making her look a little more serious. However, her naturally curly hair still looked a bit fluffy.

I secretly lifted the curtain backstage and peeked into the stadium outside.

Many students were already sitting on the chairs that had been brought over, creating a noisy and bustling atmosphere. Although I was hiding backstage, I could still see some figures dressed in different ways outside, such as that student, Hayama Hayato, who was wearing a hat with feathers on his head, probably playing a prince or something similar.

Yes, he still stands out quite a bit under the heavy snow, after all, he's dressed in samurai armor.

Where is the officer? Where is the officer?

Huh? I don't see anyone!

Speaking of this afternoon's stadium program, it was mostly singing and theatrical performances...

Angelina was a little flustered, so when should I go on stage?

"Oh dear, it's not good for actors to be so nervous when they go on stage."

A hand reached out from behind and patted the left shoulder.

Angelina turned her head to the left. Huh? Nobody here?

"Whoo~"

Feeling a breath on the back of her head, Angelina turned around abruptly, surprised, and exclaimed, "You are...!"

Her fair, flawless skin framed a pair of gentle, emerald-green almond-shaped eyes. A perfectly measured, approachable smile graced her lips. Her long, golden hair was styled in a simple bun on the side of her head, with a single strand cascading down—a seemingly elaborate yet dignified gesture. She stood tall and poised, her hands clad in white silk gloves with intricate openwork patterns. A grand dress accentuated her elegant and noble bearing.

It feels very expensive.

This outfit looks incredibly complicated; it would take at least an hour or two to put together!

"White nightshade?"

Angelina made the judgment instinctively.

"Hello," Bai Yinghua said warmly. "I didn't expect the Scarlet Troupe to have a new member. Welcome, welcome!"

"oh oh……"

Angelina nodded and cautiously took a half-step back.

Ugh! He's a big liar! Go get the officer right now!

"Why are you so nervous?" Bai Yinghua laughed. "I'm standing right in front of you. Do you think I can fool you? Besides, a good scam requires careful planning and observation of the target's desires and inclinations—in other words, I have high standards for my victims. If the desires are all the same, the scams will all be the same, which is rather boring."

"I'm really sorry I don't deserve to be fooled!"

Angelina muttered a curse, then couldn't help but look at the elegant and noble woman who seemed completely unrelated to a con artist. According to her subconscious imagination, the woman should have fox-like eyes, be cunning, have a casual smile on her face, and speak as if she were solving a riddle... Too normal, so normal that it was strange.

“So this is what you look like,” Angelina said in a strange tone.

"Hmm? Why do you think I look like this?"

Bai Yinghua said with a smile, "For someone who can transform into various forms, asking what they look like is like asking an ant. You must be very happy."

"Huh? You must have your own image too, right?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

Bai Yinghua gracefully shrugged and smiled, "As for how I look now, that's just how I feel. As for whether I actually look like this... that will remain a secret forever when I awaken my superpowers."

"Oh……"

Angelina blinked and asked in return, "You think this is what you look like, so isn't this exactly what you look like?"

"Ok?"

Bai Yinghua was slightly taken aback, then her smile softened: "Did Xu Bai teach you that?"

"I'm just talking about it."

Angelina's gaze wandered. Wait a minute! To act aggressively using the White Shadow Cult's words when she's been found alone like this… huh? Isn't that like tackling a tiger's tail?!

"Everyone, welcome to the Cultural Festival Talent Show. I am Yumiko Miura, the executive chairperson of the Cultural Festival..."

With a stern face, Miura Yumiko held a microphone in one hand and a small piece of paper in the other, reading the contents aloud.

Her friends in the audience were whispering among themselves.

"Is Yumiko a little nervous? She doesn't usually tremble when she speaks..."

"I don't know," a girl asked curiously. "Does Yui know? Yumiko's been going to the Service Club a lot lately, hasn't she?"

Yui Yuigahama: "Ah, I don't know anything about it."

She glanced in Hayama Hayato's direction; several boys were chatting with him.

Hayato Hayama seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned his head to look, his gaze somewhat puzzled.

What do you want me to do?

"Through my work on the executive committee, I have gained a deeper understanding of the difficulties in interpersonal relationships and have grown as a person. I think back to how naive and impulsive I used to be..."

Calm down! This is a plan to allow Hina to legitimately shed her yaoi fangirl image! I don't care what others think, I genuinely consider you a friend. If you're unhappy, then come and slap my face!

Yumiko Miura twitched her eye slightly, her voice trembled a little, and she turned her gaze to Hayato Hayama in the audience.

The students waiting in the audience for the show were a bit confused. Wait a minute! This atmosphere, this tone, this plot…

Hayato Hayama's eyes twitched violently, a chill running down his spine—Wait! Yumiko, what are you trying to do? You haven't been tricked by the white shadow, have you?!

"What is gentleness? I've never considered myself a gentle person. I'm too impulsive and assertive. But when I'm with him, I force a soft whisper, trying to calm myself down and soften my demeanor so I can get closer to him without accidentally hurting each other. That's probably what gentleness looks like..."

"He was also a gentle person, mild-mannered, never held a grudge, and got along well with everyone. The time spent together was like water dripping through the rocks, accumulating day by day, carving shallow pits in the rocks, and those marks were evidence of attraction. Until the reserve in one's heart was completely pierced, it could no longer be suppressed and flowed out silently."

"Raindrops hang from the eaves, the rock has softened over the years. When our hearts are connected, our longing flows like water."

Miura Yumiko controlled her emotions, calmly read out the contents of the cheat sheet, and while turning the cheat sheet over, tried her best to imitate a deeply affectionate tone: "Hayato, may I ask you to come up on stage?"

The scene was somewhat quiet when suddenly someone shouted, "Let him go! Let him go! Let him go!"

It was the voice of Hubu Xiang.

But Tobe Sho sat next to Hayama Hayato, looking completely bewildered.

Wow, I'm really curious who did it.

Hayato Hayama was speechless. Before the scene could be stirred up, he stood up and walked from the audience to the stage.

I never realized Yumiko had such an impulsive and bold side. I'll just deal with it for now in public and talk to her about it in private.

Hayato Hayama quickly devised a plan and a solution.

The problem is not big.

Chapter 132 Is my father-in-law considered gay?

"Miura actually used the cultural festival as an opportunity to confess his feelings?"