Uneasy daily life

Music, a vibrant symbol of youth, is a time to mark the end of precious campus life.

The sounds of guitars and basses echoed across the stage, accompanied by distinctive vocals. Familiar songs were accompanied by faint harmonies from the audience.

Backstage, Angelina pinned the white figure against the wall. Hearing the commotion outside, she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? I missed the final performance?!"

"Didn't you memorize the program schedule?"

Bai Ying said, "If we go out now, we can experience the feeling of a youthful chorus and murder our superior's maid..."

"There's no way out!" Angelina grabbed Bai Ying's shoulders and shook her frantically. "Ahhh! Bai Ying! Do you know what the other students were talking about just now?!"

“I don’t know,” Bai Ying added. “I was just discussing the deeper meaning of the script with them, helping them with their reading comprehension…”

Shaking frequency ++!

"Yeah!"

Angelina let out a scream, then quickly lowered her voice, her eyes wide with shock: "It really was you! It really was you, wasn't it? A classmate just messaged me saying I played the villain really well!"

"Your classmate has excellent taste," Bai Ying couldn't help but exclaim. "9527 truly lives up to his reputation as a temporary member of the Crimson Troupe; I think he has the makings of a full member!"

"Huh?" Angelina retorted. "Who wants to be a lunatic in the Scarlet Troupe? Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not!"

Bai Ying asked in surprise, "Huh? Aren't you working hard to become a full member?"

"Huh? What have I tried?"

Angelina was even more surprised.

"OK! Let's examine that!"

Bai Ying said seriously, "It goes without saying that you are a superpowered person. On stage, you improvised and used your superpowers to control me, and used that to perform the plot on the spot, right?"

That was revenge!

Angelina frowned and said, "Uh, I guess so, but I don't really have any tragic aesthetics..."

"What?!" the white-robed figure exclaimed in shock. "Isn't what you've written a tragic story?"

Angelina retorted, "That's all you adding to the drama!"

"Adding scenes? Where did I add scenes?" Bai Ying argued clearly, "Wasn't it you who used superpowers to control me?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Was it you who made Eru pick up the dagger and instigated her to kill her father?"

"Ah this..."

"Are you the one who colluded with our greatest enemy to deceive Aru's niece?"

"Ugh?!"

Angelina realized her thoughts had gone a bit off track, so she quickly patted her cheeks to straighten herself out: "That's just acting on stage! It's not real..."

"What?!" The white figure took a step back, pressed herself against the wall in horror, and exclaimed in shock, "You really want to do this?!"

"#!"

Angelina puffed out her cheeks, clearly having the urge to make the fake seem real!

"In short, without a doubt, this is the tragic story you, 9527, directed! In order for someone to become a hero, and for a hero to be rewarded, a certain character must be made an innocent monster!" Bai Ying said with great emotion. "Using power flexibly, crafting stories with keen insight, ruthlessly planning tragedies, daring to confront me head-on, and having the resolve to make the stage fall to your will... 9527, no, I shouldn't call you 9527—you already have the qualities of a full member!"

"????"

Angelina calmly retorted, "No, I don't have that kind of weird capacity..."

"I'll call the troupe leader right now. Our Scarlet Troupe's promising talents have really grown up!"

Bai Ying took out her phone: "I'm sure the leader can give you a suitable code name. From now on, you can call yourself an official member of the Crimson Troupe. Code name to be determined..."

"hiss--!"

Angelina immediately grabbed Bai Ying's phone.

Who wants to be a full member? Who wants to be a full member of the Scarlet Troupe?!

Wow! Let's just press the white shadow to the ground and turn it into a frog!

"Huh, you don't want to be a full member, so you'll just continue being my subordinate 9527?" Bai Ying's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Angelina, who was dumbfounded, her overloaded mind buzzing. He sneered, "Rewriting the script without permission, instigating Eru's niece to assassinate Uncle, and secretly colluding with your sworn enemy—you traitor are truly something else..."

Angelina couldn't help but smirk, like a subordinate whose thoughts had been exposed by their superior, meekly obeying orders.

"61490 grams! Do you know your crime?!"

Bai Ying questioned him righteously.

Angelina was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked like a wage slave who hadn't received her paycheck. This time, she grabbed Bai Ying's neck and tried to shake his head back and forth: "Ahhh! You idiot commander! Forget it! A girl's weight is a secret that will kill you if you find out!"

"No, it's okay..."

Bai Ying blurted out, "Gravity is just a lie used by capitalists to sell beauty and weight loss products. You are the woman who controls gravity!"

"Wow!!"

High-frequency brain shaking!

After a furious and desperate struggle, Angelina stopped, panting, clenching her fists. Damn it! One day, I will avenge myself!

The pages turn, time flows; the pen tip brushes against the paper, the sound of youth echoes…

Loud singing, accompanied by a large number of choruses, came from outside.

Angelina stared longingly at the backstage curtain, a wave of annoyance washing over her. Everyone was singing together so youthfully, while she was arguing with White Shadow about the Scarlet Troupe…

Sigh, is this the difference between superpowered individuals and the world?

Bai Ying listened to the singing, then crept over and slightly lifted a corner of the curtain to look at the four people playing and singing on stage.

"Sir, be careful. What if the students outside see us... Excuse me, let me see too..."

Angelina moved closer, squeezing in a little space.

"Meow~"

Huh? Where did that cat meow come from?

Angelina turned her head slightly, and a speechless expression instantly appeared on her face. It was Bai Ying.

The white figure stroked its chin and meowed again.

On stage, Yukino Yukinoshita was playing the guitar. As she turned to the side, she glanced behind her. Had a cat gotten into the school?

"Wang!"

Deng!

The guitar went off-key, and Yukino Yukinoshita quickly adjusted the rhythm, her cold and disdainful expression filled with murderous intent.

"Ouch!"

"Squeak squeak..."

"Hiss-"

The background sounds of various animals kept coming out, making it feel like a zoo.

Hiratsuka Shizu: "#!"

Yukinoshita Yukino: "#!"

Miura Yuko: "?"

Yukinoshita: "Joy."

The performers on stage, listening to the chaotic noises behind them, faced the audience and tried their best to maintain a steady performance.

Before the performance ended, Bai Ying had already darted out from backstage and walked out of the stadium openly. She even turned back and nodded slightly to the people on stage, as if to say, "You sang pretty well."

Provoking us before even running away?!

Yukino's expression is terrifying!

Angelina was quite saddened. Although the angle wasn't quite right, at least she got to see the final performance. As for the other unhappy things, she should just forget about them for now!

Cheer up, and you'll be happy every day!

As for the white shadow, hmph!

A magnanimous person doesn't hold a grudge against a petty person (loud)!

"Huh? Look, that one, that one..."

"Oh, that poison master on stage?"

"Yes, the acting is really amazing. The voice is so warm, but it's chilling. The last turn of the head is especially terrifying."

"After all, he learned acting from that white-clad figure."

Angelina, who was passing by, slowed down, then stopped, and began to think like lightning.

The high ground of interpretation has clearly been seized by Bai Ying. Those involved, who were present at the scene, have already spread their firsthand 'reading comprehension' like a plague, determining everyone's first impression.

He earned the nickname himself, but his reputation suffered as a result.

Wow ya ya!

A white shadow!

Chapter 143 Angelina's Melancholy

The temperature of the weather always seems to change in an instant.

When I noticed the chill in the air, I realized that late autumn had arrived and early winter was not far away.

Just as today's lessons have only just begun, the students are already truly realizing that the cultural festival has ended.

"Narrative writing focuses on the specific expression and description of an event or a person. Simply put, it's about describing concrete things. To add flair to your writing, you can express your feelings or viewpoints through the things you describe..."

The Mandarin teacher is giving a lesson on the podium.

"what……"

In the quiet classroom, Angelina listened to the lesson while secretly breathing on her palms. It was all Bai Ying's fault for forgetting to check the weather; it was a little chilly...

Ok?

Angelina suddenly felt a strange sensation in her nasal cavity, like a full tank of water suddenly opened, with the water swirling out and creating an attraction.

Huh?!

Angelina subconsciously opened her mouth slightly and tried to inhale...

Hold it in... Quick, find some paper!

Clearly, the human spirit cannot overcome the physical body.

“Ah Qiu——!”

Angelina had just pulled a paper bag from her pocket and taken out a tissue when she could no longer hold back. She tilted her head to the ground and sneezed loudly, the tissue in her hand trembling and falling to the ground.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Goo!

Even without looking up, I can feel everyone watching me.

Angelina felt incredibly energetic and couldn't feel any abnormal symptoms.

Occasionally, the human spirit can overcome the physical body.

"The weather is getting colder, everyone please remember to change into warmer clothes. If you experience dizziness or coughing, please take your medicine and seek medical attention promptly." The Chinese teacher said briefly, then made an example, "Look at our class monitor, he already anticipated this and put on a down jacket..."

The class monitor said quietly, "If I don't put on my down jacket, my mom won't let me go out today."

The class became lively, and the Mandarin teacher shook her head and chuckled before continuing the lesson.

Strange, why didn't I hear Bai Ying embellishing the story?

Angelina rubbed her nose with a tissue and looked at the white figure's seat, only to find it empty.

Hmm? Bai Ying didn't come today?

No, impossible. How could someone with superpowers catch a cold and get sick? But even though I have superpowers, I've been sick before.

Angelina focused on the lesson.