Uneasy daily life

after class.

The students were scattered in twos and threes in a classroom, chatting about all sorts of topics, most of which were naturally about the cultural festival—as the only class holding a cram school activity during the cultural festival, most of their minds were still buzzing.

"At first, I really didn't want to organize any tutoring activities. What's with having to study during the cultural festival...?" one girl complained, then added, "But it was actually quite fun. Teaching is so much fun! Is this how teachers usually feel?"

Another girl rolled her eyes: "It seems like our class has become the enemy of the entire grade. Other classes are saying that we're accelerating the involution."

“It was all Bai Ying’s doing, let them complain about him.” The girl generously shared her thoughts.

“Speaking of Bai Ying…” Angelina’s eyes flashed, and she quickly seized the opportunity to ask casually, “He didn’t seem to come to school today?”

"Oh, he probably didn't come. I didn't even see his backpack." The girl glanced at Bai Ying's seat and said enviously, "Sigh~ That's so nice. I wish I had the freedom to come to class whenever I wanted, or not come at all."

"That's easy! As long as you become a big star like Sakurajima-senpai and maintain your top ranking in the entire grade, you'll definitely be fine." Another girl teased, raising her arm to poke Angelina. "Besides, shouldn't you, as the designated stage actor, know best where Bai Ying is?"

"Huh? Designated stage actors?"

Angelina was shocked: "When did I get a new nickname?!"

"Ah, this isn't a nickname," the girl shook her head. "But if you and Bai Ying put on some more weird and wonderful performances, then you probably will have one: Miss Poisonous Woman on Stage."

"Don't mention that..."

Angelina slumped onto the table, clutching her head in frustration, and said, "Everyone says it was the white shadow impersonating my voice that did it!"

"But it's you who's looking back at the audience, tsk tsk... The perfect ending of the story is drawing to a close, and in the dark corner, the mastermind behind the scenes can't contain her excitement, muttering to herself about the evil plan that has become a reality, and then suddenly looks at the audience who have heard the plan. She puts her index finger to her lips and blows a breath, the curtain closes, covering a faint smile at the corner of her mouth."

The young woman gestured excitedly, "So cool! Angelina!"

"?" Angelina asked blankly, "Do I have that much drama?!"

"Uh, I don't think so? I don't quite remember either." The girl scratched her head. "But the script that Bai Ying sent to the drama department was like this, I even read it."

Wow! They're clearly still holding a grudge about yesterday's betrayal, aren't they?

I failed to backstab him again.

Angelina gasped in shock. To seek revenge, they were willing to rewrite history? A terrifying white shadow!

Wait, did I really fail to backstab him?

In the afternoon, it’s time for club activities.

"Anxinyuan student, these are the trendy fruit cookies you mentioned!"

Chitanda Eru poured the cookies into a plate, clenched her fist with great enthusiasm, and said, "Even desserts have to keep up with the times! Come and try them out!"

Angelina cautiously stared at the desserts on the plate, calculated the calories, and thought—she could borrow some dessert for tomorrow in advance.

"Fashion and trends are constantly changing and have limitations; they mainly rely on promotion and shaping public perception." Houtarou Oreki yawned. "Chasing fleeting trends isn't keeping up with the times..."

Angelina disagreed: "Temporary trends are also important. As long as you keep following trends, you're keeping up with the times. If you don't understand what's popular right now, you won't have anything to talk about with your friends."

"That sounds exhausting, but you seem to be enjoying it," Oreki Houtarou lazily remarked. "I don't understand you city folks."

"Even in the countryside, there are popular activities like throwing stones, playing with sticks, taking photos with cards, snacking on certain kinds of snacks, and spinning tops, right?" Angelina retorted with a pout, snapped a cookie, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow! It's even better than the fruit cookies I've had in stores! The fruit flavor is so rich, and the texture is so crisp. Chewing and chewing... the sweet and sour orange flavor and the aroma of baked wheat, two completely different flavors complement each other, reaching a whole new level!"

"Huh? Is it really that exaggerated?" Chitanda Eru ate one with a puzzled look. "It seems pretty ordinary."

"Very unusual!"

Angelina declared confidently, "If you don't believe me, you can let Yukinoshita and the others try it!"

"Yes, yes, I'll send some over to Uncle Bai too..."

Chitanda Eru packed some fruit cookies and left the activity room with Angelina, heading upstairs.

Houtarou Oreki remained seated, flipping through the book in his hand, and glanced at Angelina...

What a radiant and inspiring young person!

Angelina and Chitanda Eru went upstairs and found the Aid/Service Department was quite lively.

"Why not me?" Miura Yumiko pointed to the chibi-style sticker of Hiratsuka Shizuka on the table, expressing strong confusion.

“Because the client is Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka.” Yukino Yukinoshita sighed. “‘Assist Miura Yumiko in becoming the executive chairperson and organizing a successful cultural festival’—that’s roughly the scope of the request.”

“Then I’m the main character,” Miura Yumiko pointed to herself. “Shouldn’t they draw me?”

"?"

A question mark appeared above Yukino's head: "The client is Shizuka-sensei."

Yumiko Miura asked in disbelief, "What about me?"

Yuigahama Yui seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"I don't need a mother hen. And this inexplicable competitive spirit of yours, please put it away." Yukino Yukinoshita's calm words silenced Yumiko Miura. She picked up a chair and took the stickers, preparing to stick them on the door, when she noticed the two people at the door. "Anshin'in and Chitanda? Do you have any requests?"

"I baked some cookies and would like everyone to try them," Chitanda Eru said, puzzled. "Where's Uncle Shiro? His computer isn't here either. Didn't he come today?"

"He went to work."

Yukino Yukinoshita said coldly, "It seems to be the screenwriter of the crew, Calvin. The director dragged him over to take the blame, and he said gleefully that he was going to mock his colleagues."

Oh... mentioning the production crew makes me think of Mai Sakurajima. And when I think of Mai Sakurajima, Yukinoshita must still be a little unhappy.

Angelina shook her head inwardly; Bai Ying's love life was truly chaotic.

That scumbag will be crushed into an idiot by some unidentified falling object sooner or later!

I shared Chitanda's handmade cookies, and they received unanimous praise.

"It's way better than mine." Yui Yuigahama chewed reluctantly. "Ugh! I really want to give some feedback, but it's just too delicious!"

"In some ways, this is similar to Yuihama's cookies."

Hachiman Hikigaya remarked, "One is flawless, and the other is also flawless."

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama said blankly, "There are so many problems with the cookies I made..."

Hachiman Hikigaya: "So there's nothing wrong with it."

"Little Qi Baka!"

Yui Yuigahama knocked down Hachiman Hikigaya with a single karate chop.

"Wait—why do you know Komachi's moves?!"

"Hmph~"

Yui Yuigahama's tone was evasive, and she did not answer.

“Hmm…” Yukino Yukinoshita chewed and savored it carefully, and found that she really couldn’t offer any opinions. “If you want to give some to Haku-kun, save some for me later and I’ll bring it to him.”

"Okay."

Chitanda Eru nodded and said, "These are for everyone to eat. I'll go back and get some for Uncle Bai!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out the door with remarkable speed and energy.

Yukino Yukinoshita's usually calm face seemed to show a hint of contemplation.

Wow! Yukinoshita, you're even wary of Chitanda?!

While the White Shadow did indeed show Chitanda obvious preferential treatment... perhaps it went too far! Just because he instigated Chitanda to stab him, he went so far as to attempt to rewrite history, making everyone think that a scene from "The Poisonous Scheme of a Demon Slayer" was unfolding!

Angelina, munching on her cookie, couldn't help but feel suspicious. Although Shirayuki and Chitanda's uncle addressed each other as peers, they were ultimately the same age. Wasn't it strange that he treated Chitanda like an elder? And he even seemed to particularly enjoy targeting Oreki...

Well, it's no wonder that Yukinoshita is quite concerned about this; she can't help but come up with all sorts of guesses as she thinks about it.

why?

Of course, it's because Bai Ying is a scumbag, his reputation is questionable!

"Hey? Anxinyuan, why are you looking at me like that?"

As Chitanda Eru left the activity room and went downstairs, her face full of curiosity.

"Ah, this..." Angelina was about to try and fool the curious child when her nose suddenly tickled. She quickly turned her head, "Achoo—!!"

"Gurgle... Why am I sneezing again?"

"Sneezing again? It might be the beginning of a cold!" Chitanda Eru said quickly. "Anshinin-kun, you should go home early today, take some medicine as a precaution, and ignore these minor symptoms today, or you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"

"Hmm, uh-huh... I'll go home first then."

Angelina also began to wonder if she was sick.

If only I had superpowers that could cure all diseases, what use would controlling gravity be, to move bricks?

Angelina slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and walked down the street on her way home, suddenly feeling bored.

She took out her phone and looked at it.

So early...

Go shopping at clothing stores and buy a few outfits for autumn and winter. If you're going to wear a skirt, knee-high socks might be a bit cold, so you should prepare a few pairs of thick knee-high socks or tights.

Should I choose flesh color, white, or black?

I don't know which one would look better on me.

……

……

"That would definitely be black stockings, which better showcase the beauty of a blend of maturity and youthful innocence!"

"The black stockings accentuated the curves of her legs, extending from her small leather shoes, climbing up her calves, and becoming increasingly stretched until they disappeared into the deep, unseen hem of her skirt. From the front, the bones of her calves were highlighted with delicate beauty, and after passing her rounded knees, the black stockings were stretched by her thighs to create a hazy, alluring effect. From the back, the curve of her calves disappeared into the hollows of her knees, then extended out again, curving upwards once more until it was concealed by the hem of her skirt, creating an incomplete beauty that could not be fully revealed."

Bai Ying said seriously.

"Things that rise and fall in popularity chasing fleeting trends can never compare to the beauty cultivated through cultural refinement! Kimonos and yukatas are the most beautiful!"

Uesugi Taro's seriousness was no less pronounced: "During festivals and celebrations, women wearing wooden clogs and yukatas appear, especially at fireworks displays, where they bring a cool breeze to dispel the summer heat... um... um..."

boom!

"Dark clouds shroud the crescent moon, its yellow light gleaming; a pair of jade pendants are delicately carved from ink-black jade. The night is deep and serene; the fragrance of lotus blossoms wafts gently in the breeze."

Bai Ying slammed her hand on the table, shaking her head and saying, "Legs in black stockings are like a crescent moon veiled by clouds, filtering out colors, revealing a faint, pale yellow hue. Like two pieces of black jade that can be pieced together, complementing each other. When standing still, they are long and straight, appearing from afar like a deep, hazy night. But when they walk gracefully, their feet moving with a swift, ethereal grace, it's as if each step brings forth a lotus blossom, carrying a delicate fragrance..."

"Your feet must smell."

Uesugi Taro sneered.

"Ha, JK screenwriter, this is all you can say." Bai Ying cast a condescending glance, with the composure of a victor. "When describing beautiful things, can you only come up with a few dry words like 'beautiful,' 'good,' and 'pretty'? Uesugi has really run out of ideas. Bai Ying, you're hilarious."

Taro Uesugi: "#!"

"You brat! Stop being so arrogant! Give me thirty...one hour, and I'll get my revenge!"

Uesugi Taro's hair and beard bristled with anger.

Doorway.

Mai Sakurajima crossed her arms, glanced at her black stockings, and maintained a smile: "Director... is this alright?"

"Very good, very good!"

Mikawaki beamed with delight: "Screenwriter Uesugi has finally regained his momentum and is no longer spending his days drinking tea, listening to operas, and reading books. His time to be useful is not far off! Screenwriter Shiro is even more in high spirits and should be more than capable of handling this week's script work! Great!"

"..."

Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes as she looked at the visiting screenwriter who was still joking around with the head screenwriter in the room.

Yukino is probably right; smut fungi are indeed a highly contagious microorganism.

Chapter 144 Ways to Get to Know Celebrities...

Here are two pieces of good news.

One is that I am very inspired.

One reason is that my peers lack inspiration.

"Screenwriter Uesugi, don't go! Since you seem to be struggling to discuss the beauty of women, let's change the subject..."

Bai Ying earnestly urged, "Discussing male beauty might be a good idea."

Taro Uesugi's brow twitched violently. What did he mean by "willing but unable"? What did he mean by "discussing male beauty"?

"You're implying something!"

"The old man has ears hidden in his ears!"