Uneasy daily life

With a gentle smile on her face, Yukino Yukinoshita slowly walked out the doorway.

I looked up and glanced up.

Service Department.

Ministry of Assistance.

Then I went through the doorway and took a look.

White Shadow: (|3[▓▓] .

The Big Bang...

Cosmic heat death.

Yukino Yukinoshita's Super Speed ​​Reconnection.

Ah—speaking of which, I had a strange dream before. I guess this is another dream?

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously pinched her cheek.

pain.

"..."

Is it performance art? No, Baijun's performance art should be a noisy, chaotic, and widespread disaster accompanied by death and wailing.

Was someone lying in wait for me? No, that doesn't make sense either. Club activities start around 3 PM, so why would I be in the activity room before then… because of my backpack?!

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the schoolbag on the chair from afar, her resolve wavering.

But how can you set up an ambush? It's just retrieving your own backpack, what's there to be afraid of?

"Hush...huh..."

Yukino, Yukino, what are you afraid of? If you fear your opponent, how can you defeat them?

Yukino Yukinoshita calmed down, went into the activity room, grabbed her bag, and prepared to leave the scene quickly...

When I got to the door, nothing like a 'surprise! Snowfall!' happened.

Did this person really come to sleep in the activity room?!

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, suppressing her overwhelming question mark, and walked over with her arms crossed, raising her voice slightly as she called out, "Shiraki-kun—class starts in forty-five minutes..."

Bai Ying said calmly, "I know."

Yukino Yukinoshita was so startled that she nearly jumped two meters away. She frowned and said irritably, "Shiro-kun has a hobby of pretending to be asleep to scare people? Maybe he could consider playing a fleeting corpse in a TV drama."

"Pretending to be asleep? Hmph, you don't understand, do you?" Bai Ying's eyes remained closed, her voice soft and gentle. "If people didn't need sleep, life would be a third longer, but what's the use of a pale life no matter how long it is? Zero will always be zero, no matter how many times it's multiplied. If it's negative, it will multiply into an even bigger negative number."

Yukino Yukinoshita casually remarked, "A life without sleep will only quickly return to zero, right?"

Bai Ying said serenely, “Sleep is sacred, precious, and irreplaceable. It continues the thread of life and the thread of the soul. In a state of unconsciousness and hazy awareness, it washes away troubles, worries, and sorrows, temporarily postpones those sufferings, and allows people to breathe in a state of selflessness, waiting to open their eyes so that they can burn more brilliantly.”

"Praise be to sleep, my life's refueling station."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a second before speaking, "So, you were just lazing in bed?"

The white-clad figure, wrapped in a blanket, turned over, her back to Yukino Yukinoshita: "I am weary, you may leave."

Because of the need for 'supply', it seems to have a relatively low level of aggression?

Yukino Yukinoshita decided to test the waters and said, "Could it be that you couldn't find a suitable place to rent, and with the demolition progress accelerating, you can't find a suitable place to stay, so you're sleeping on the floor in the activity room?"

The white figure gave a half-asleep reply: "Mmm..."

Something's not right; he's too honest.

Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her temples: "So, why did you go to sleep in the activity room?"

"The world is so vast, every place is home, where can't someone sleep? I can sleep on the playground."

"Please do not make any actions that intimidate security guards."

Yukino rolled her eyes, hesitating whether to ask some practical questions—family, savings, when to find a place to rent… She couldn’t figure out whether Shirokage didn’t have enough money and therefore didn’t find a hotel to stay in, or whether he just thought it was cool and went to the activity room to sleep on the floor.

"Where is the hero?"

"What?" Yukino Yukinoshita responded, realizing what she meant. "I told you not to call me a hero."

"Haaah~ Are you afraid, brave warrior?"

Bai Ying yawned slightly and said lazily, "If you don't understand others, don't talk about changing them—are you afraid? You're a brave person who wants to change the world."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you manage to understand others?"

Putting everything else aside, how did Hakukage figure out Hachiman's "lone wolf" style of thinking that he didn't actually care about the car accident and didn't really hate Yui Hama because of it?

"Observe more, think more... For you, we should add the step of asking more questions."

Bai Ying said in a hazy tone, "When your mind starts to get stuck in a rut, you'll never find the right path and will only run headlong toward embarrassment. You have the courage to embarrass yourself, so why don't you have the courage to question? Hachiman is very honest. If you ask him directly, he will reveal his true thoughts. You and Yui Hama don't dare to ask, so it's normal for you to embarrass yourself."

I am correcting my assessment that the attack was generally mild.

Yukino Yukinoshita said irritably, "What do you mean by 'shameful'? You—"

Bai Ying: "Okay, then let's change it to self-pity."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

"Hero, do you want to go alone?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about?"

"For you, the closer the relationship, the more hesitant you are, and the less you dare to speak the truth. If you were alone, I believe you could bravely point out anything wrong and confront anyone directly."

The white figure lazily recited: "Gathering the wind and snow, forging ice peaks, ideals crystallize into cold dreams, bearing the heavy burden of loneliness, summoning the resurrected frost dragon, reflecting one's perfect face in the ice, from which one draws the demonic sword called Frostmourne, and with it pierces the heart of one's old father..."

"What kind of weird drama are you talking about? Is it a metaphor for patriarchal society where the father is killed and power is seized?" Yukino Yukinoshita crossed her arms and said in an unfriendly tone, "It sounds like it lacks a story and will probably be rejected."

"It seems you have a good relationship with your father."

"really……"

"I guess he doesn't get along very well with his mother?"

"..."

"Being alone is the path of the Demon King, but it doesn't fit the melody of the Hero."

Bai Ying propped herself up, struggling to get out of bed.

"If you want to pursue what is right, don't be so timid—some things can only be obtained by struggling, questioning, getting to the bottom of things, and working your heart out. The process is by no means pleasant, but the things you pursue are so brilliant and immortal that you would rather be miserable than not hold them in your hands."

Yukino Yukinoshita instinctively covered her eyes with her hand, only to realize that the white figure was properly dressed in all her clothes except for her coat.

"Hero, what's with this strange reaction? Do you think I put on my pajamas and do some stretching exercises before bed, then drink a glass of milk before I can sleep peacefully? How fussy! The Demon King always just takes off his coat and covers himself with the blanket!"

Bai Ying reached for her coat on the chair and put it on, casually explaining, "Where we're from, this is called 'rolling around,' and I've mastered it! Want to learn? I can teach you."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

This guy is better at talking when he's in bed.

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However, there was no major update.

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It only occasionally transforms into a beast, and resolutely refuses to offer bounties.

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However, the review was rejected.

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This book is a pure slice-of-life story!

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It occasionally incorporates elements of superpowers.

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Recently, the energy of the maniac has been nearly depleted.

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Okay, let's get down to some serious topics and thoughts.

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then……

Sigh, I've been stuck at home for half a month due to the epidemic, and I've been wanting to say something to everyone, but this has to end eventually.

When Saiyan ended, I didn't know what to write. I tried writing a Monster Hunter fanfic, but after writing over 100,000 words, it was tasteless and didn't work. Then, influenced by The Villainous Young Master and Yu-Gi-Oh!, I felt like writing a card game story. After writing over 100,000 words, I couldn't even stand reading it myself, so I stopped writing it before it went on sale to avoid making money off others and not being able to get over my conscience.

The main problem is that they have difficulty controlling the pace. They always feel that the story should progress in tens of thousands of words at a time, but in reality, it's too slow. The resulting reading experience is terrible. For readers who follow the story every day, if they don't see any surprises, then a web novel is a failure.

I seem to have no sense of rhythm at all. I've been writing books for almost five or six years, but I'm still like a newbie who's just entered the market. I'm completely clueless about what to write.

He then started playing the game and became addicted to it.

One day, I suddenly realized that games are so tiring, and even the carefully designed positive feedback mechanisms can hardly bring passion.

It seems like a distant memory now. The person who used to download pirated TXT novels with an MP4 player in junior high, who was nagged by her parents and teachers and had many arguments with them, who temporarily put down the novels in high school to prepare for exams, and who started reading them again in college and became engrossed in them because of her love for them, seems somewhat unfamiliar.

There was a line in Tokyo Voice that left a very deep impression on me at the time—people always become colder as they get older.

My reading comprehension adds that people always grow colder as they live, both physically and mentally, constantly losing what they like and losing their enthusiasm and drive. Life gradually settles and deteriorates into something unpleasant: resentment, irritability, anxiety, silence, burnt-out residue, and cooled ashes.

People should aspire to beauty, but what exactly is beauty?

I found that the first thought that came to mind was money.

I suddenly regretted it; I regretted not having the courage to have a relationship during high school and college.

It's not that I can't forget anyone, it's just that I feel melancholy about missing out on a certain experience.

Wealth, power, success, fame, beauty in one's lap, and power over the world – it seems that everyone's pursuits are quite similar, whether in novels or in reality.

Perhaps this is the secret to wealth.

I can't write it.

If you don't want to associate with the mediocre, yet you don't know what you're looking for, aren't you just making yourself a laughingstock?

Finally, the most beautiful thing that comes to mind is that child who doesn't know the constraints of society, doesn't know what success is, looks forward to the end of get out of class every day, plays around with classmates every day, secretly reads novels every day, and outwits his parents. He doesn't yet know that people are born bold and dare to devote themselves to what they love.

That was a beautiful feeling, one that was half-understood yet burning intensely.

I can somewhat understand why many works depict campus life in a way that is detached from reality; it's simply because, in retrospect, we realize that we've missed out on so much, and the beautiful moments were too short-lived.