Uneasy daily life

[A billboard suddenly fell from the building... I dodged!]

A suspicious flyer from another world drifting in the wind... Become a powerful being, above all others, live a life of swift retribution and no regrets! Heh, can't we get something more practical? Like, a free apartment?

I ran through the streets, arms outstretched to the sun, inhaling the night deeply into my lungs, escaping trap after trap, the wind of freedom whistling in my arms.

Suddenly, I heard a faint, strange murmur.

I looked in the direction of the sound—it was the entrance to an alley.

In the hazy night, a foot was pressed high against the wall, the white stockings covering the calf leaving excessive marks from the brickwork. The toes, completely swallowed, stretched and tightened, causing the high heel, barely clinging to the toes, to teeter precariously. Above the foot, slender fingers gripped the wall's edge like a lifeline, their delicate knuckles clearly visible from the force. A faint, captivating murmur escaped, its clarity not merely due to being noticed, but perhaps amplified by unbearable tension. With a muffled groan, the shoe, hooked at the toes, fell, its crisp sound shattering the silence. The fingers gripping the wall loosened in a panic, falling limply into the alley. The shoeless foot twitched and struggled hastily before landing, revealing a glimpse of a full thigh, before moving further into the alley.

Then everything fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

I whistled in my mind, then casually and quickly ran to the alley entrance and peeked inside.

A blinding white light rushed towards me, instantly filling my vision, and I lost consciousness on the spot.

[Holy crap! We've been tricked!]

This is my last remaining thought...

"?"

Angelina froze, blinked, and managed to get her thoughts flowing.

She scratched her head, stepped to the door, lifted her left foot to barely hold down the door frame, and then stretched out her left hand to try to reach the door frame, but she was obviously not flexible enough. She kept hopping on one foot to move inward, trying to complete the strange action described in the light novel.

"Heave-ho... Ouch! That hurts!"

Angelina grinned as she lowered her leg, somewhat puzzled by the plot. She went back to bed, picked up her phone, and sent a review of the beginning. Soon after, a helpful Japanese hero appeared and provided a simple link.

The link contains an erotic image.

The girl's leg was held up at an angle and pressed against the wall, her skirt bunched up at her waist and hips. She raised one hand to hook onto the wall, her body fully exposed against it, and the white stockings on her legs looked particularly erotic...

Oh, no wonder the male protagonist got hit when he went over there.

"..."

Angelina snapped out of her daze, covered her head with her hands, and buried herself in the blankets.

ah--!!!!

Teacher Wuxin has fallen! He's fallen into becoming a borderline erotic author!

This isn't a lighthearted novel; it's clearly a lewd one!

Chapter Seven: The Illustrator

[Bai Bulang Baiying: My light novel is released! If you have a girlfriend, read it and give it a good review!]

[Yukinoshita: Isn't it going to be published as a single volume?]

[Bai Buliang Baiying: I need to find an artist to do the illustrations first. My former editor suggested that I serialize it online first to attract readers. When the collected volume is published, I will revise and improve the serialized content to make it worthwhile for readers to buy.]

[Under the Snow: Serialization? Won't Haku-kun have a deadline problem?]

[Bai Buliang Bai Ying: Deadline? Hahahaha! I finished the first volume a long time ago, with a full 300,000 words in reserve. The deadline isn't my problem, I'm the one with the deadline problem!]

[White Shadow of the Delinquent: Hero, once I become a master of light novels and the president of the Assistance and Service Club, I'll make you wear dog ears and bark!]

Ignore.

Yukino Yukinoshita focused on finishing her homework for the day, then took out her phone to search for information.

I remember that otherworldly harem novel that Bai Jun wrote before...?

Huh? Bai Jun really started a harem? We've mentioned before that he has a past life…

While there are reasons to doubt and speculate, it is not a good idea to do so; time will surely reveal the truth.

Anyway, harem my foot! Every time you mention it, I'll pinch you!

Yukino Yukinoshita found the light novel serialized under the corresponding account and began to read it intently, preparing to find some typos, logical inconsistencies, and other problems to point out to the author.

After a while.

What did the protagonist actually see?

Yukino Yukinoshita tilted her head slightly, vaguely guessing what had happened, but unable to imagine the whole picture—the protagonist saw an alleyway from the side, with a foot peeking out from the wall at the alleyway entrance, and a hand gripping the wall above it…

A quick glance reveals that there are already quite a few comments.

[Japanese Hero: Judging from the description, it should be the "One-Legged Stance"! The woman's back is against a wall, and the man lifts one of her legs high, grabs her calf, and presses it against the wall. At the same time, he leans in, attacking her weakness, using the wall and the man to create a pincer movement on both sides! Because it specifically mentions the exposed foot, and the woman's hands are gripping the wall, it means the leg is lifted very high, not a variation of the "train bento" position where the man lifts both legs! This position requires a lot of strength from the man and even more flexibility from the woman; it's a high-difficulty position, so please don't try to imitate it lightly, as it can easily lead to injury—oh, I forgot you don't have girlfriends, so never mind.]

I received enthusiastic replies from fellow book lovers, including but not limited to "?" and "You son of a bitch!"

"?"

Suddenly, the amount of knowledge we don't need has increased. Is this what the internet age is all about?

Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her temples, hesitated for a moment looking at the door, put Knight on the bed, got up and went to the door, leaning her back against it.

“Hmm…”

Yukino Yukinoshita took off her slippers, raised her long, straight right leg, wrapped her arms around her calf and stretched it upwards. The ligaments felt stiff and pressured, but fortunately, her flexibility from previous training was still good. After her right leg was tilted outwards at a slight angle, her toes, wrapped in black stockings, could barely touch the wall by the door frame.

I feel a little uncomfortable. What's the point of this action...? Sigh?

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously recalled the contents of the book and the book reviews, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little hot. If Shiro-kun were right in front of her, she suddenly leaned in and pressed down on him, forcefully grabbing his right calf, lifting one of her legs and pressing it against the wall, closing in with great force...

With nowhere to hide against the wall behind me, I either hugged my chest or tried to open my arms wide. I couldn't help but look to the side. Because I was barely standing on one leg, I was a little unbalanced. My hands instinctively reached back to grab the wall for support. My breath was hot on my face...

Ugh—such a bullying pose...

"Meow~"

Knight nestled in bed, its bright eyes fixed on its owner, who seemed to be acting strangely, and let out a hungry growl.

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her right leg as if she had been electrocuted, rubbing her slightly sore thigh and hips, a blush of embarrassment and annoyance rising on her face—what was I thinking?!

No! What is Baijun thinking? What kind of weird, yellowish waste is stuffed into his brain? He's already ruined, isn't he? He's already turned into a large, unrecyclable, harmful bacterium!

Could this be some kind of adolescent restlessness?!

So you really want to decide the winner through a commission, and then have yourself fight?!

Pervert, hooligan, weirdo, stupid teenage boy, pshaw!

Yukino Yukinoshita grew increasingly embarrassed and angry. She picked up her phone, ready to launch into a fierce interrogation, but after typing just one line, she looked at it carefully and leaned back, managing to calm herself down a bit—if she sent out this kind of interrogation, Shiro would definitely retort with, "You got it! You're a pervert!"

Could this unlucky boyfriend have done it on purpose?!

White! Fungus!

Should I help you call it?

I'll buy you steel wire gloves and help you hit it!

Ding Dong!

Hmm? Oh... the chat group we created when we swapped bodies is still here.

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then opened the chat group.

[Bai Ying's Acting Skills Corner]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Splits picture.jpg.]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Standing frontal leg-hugging split.jpg]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Bending over and swinging her legs backward in a split.jpg]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Standing with her leg raised backward in a split.jpg]

In the picture, Toyohama Kazuka, dressed in thick winter clothes, stretches her legs into a split in various poses, as if her pelvis and waist have been lubricated. Although she can't be said to be able to twist herself like a pretzel, judging from her relaxed and natural expression, it is obviously not difficult for her.

[Toyohama Kazuka: Pretty impressive, right?]

[Yukinoshita: Clapping! Clapping!]

[Yukinoshita: Why did you and Hana-chan suddenly decide to flaunt your looks?]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Get up! You're the one showing off your looks! These are basic dance skills; you old woman probably can't even straighten your legs, right? Humph~]

[Yukino Yukinoshita: Whether your legs are straight or not doesn't matter, as long as they're held firmly.]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Clip? Clip what?]

Yukino Yukinoshita silently raised her hand to her forehead, reminiscing about the version of herself that both understood and didn't understand... It was all because her older sister talked about some strange topics, making her learn about some strange things!

[Sakurajima Mai: Why did Kaname suddenly film this?]

[Sakurajima Mai: The decor looks like a hotel... Did a hater take this picture for you?]

Is this white mold trying to lure innocent young girls into booking hotel rooms?!

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned, trying to calm herself down. She realized she was probably overthinking things. She had recently learned some strange things that had made her impression of Haku-kun start to look weird.

[Toyohama Kazuka: Yeah.]

[Yukikinoshita Yukino:? 】

[Feng Bin and Hua: I came with that bastard to talk to Director Nian about the contract. My sister's mother was also there.]

[Toyohama Kazuka: Didn't Director Nian say he was going to solve the jerk's illustration problem? The jerk wants me to do a few poses as reference material for his illustrations.]

[Sakurajima Mai: I see. But I need to finish filming the commercial before I can deal with the contract issue.]

[Yukinoshita Haruno: Hi hi~ So here's the question, why did Yukino-chan send a question mark just now?]

[White Shadow: @Yukino Yukinoshita, you're definitely thinking about unhealthy things! Like, me luring a stick figure to a hotel and doing things that aren't befitting of a high school student! How perverted!]

[Toyohama Kazuka: @Yukino Yukinoshita, ???]

White! Fungus!

Yukino Yukinoshita turned off her phone, pretended to be dead, and sat back down at her desk to start studying.

……

……

In the hotel room, Nian warmly served tea to the three guests and even tore open a bag of melon seeds and poured them into a plate.

"Please wait a moment, my sister has a tendency to procrastinate, she might be arriving right on time." Nian picked up some sunflower seeds and started cracking them open. "Take a look at the contract, and if there are any problems, just let me know."

Bai Ying, Feng Bin, and Hua were cracking sunflower seeds without any hesitation.

Sakurajima's mother was carefully reviewing the contract details. Based on her professional perspective of over a decade, she could draw one conclusion—either there was a conspiracy, or the director was incredibly foolish.

Considering the track record of bad movies I know of, and the fact that Hua told me about the other person's background and identity, I have a subtle feeling that I shouldn't try to guess other people's interests with a professional mindset.

"The contract is fine, the terms are even quite generous. Although I'm not optimistic about the film's market performance, I understand why the company agreed to it..." Sakurajima's mother asked doubtfully, "Director Nian, Sweet Bullet is currently just a small idol group, and they're not professional actors. To be honest, wouldn't that have a greater negative impact on filming?"

“Our script is unparalleled, and our filming skills are second to none—cut.” Nian tossed the sunflower seed shells into his palm. “Oh, thinking too much is just troublesome. Besides, before the Best Actor and Best Actress became famous, weren’t they just unknown nobodys? Just consider me as someone who has high hopes for their future.”

"What does Kazuka think?" Sakurajima's mother asked curiously. "Logically speaking, filming this director's work would be a challenge for one's career..."

Bai Ying casually remarked, "A terrible movie paired with a young idol, isn't that a perfect match?"

"Go to hell!" Feng Bin kicked the white figure under the table, and mumbled while eating sunflower seeds, "Anyway, we're not that famous. There's a saying, isn't there, that black-and-red is still red?"

Bai Ying pouted and said, "Don't be silly, you don't deserve to have haters."

Toyohama Kazuka: "#!"

Holding a melon seed, he tossed it like a dart at the white figure's forehead. Fengbin and Hua snorted loudly, then noticed Sakurajima's mother's gaze and obediently sat up a little guilty.

"Ahem, my older sister is also planning to participate," Toyohama Kazuka said, giving an example. "My sister's judgment is definitely sound!"

Sakurajima's mother was taken aback: "Mai is going to participate? She..."

"Because Director Nian promised her that if she acted in one film, his team could help her shoot a movie for free later," Bai Ying sighed. "In order to achieve her dream of becoming an actress, Mai had to endure boring scripts and hone her skills in bad movies to accumulate experience..."

Sakurajima's mother sighed softly, "Screenwriter Bai's words have a hidden meaning."

"Exactly!" Nian exclaimed. "What's wrong with our script? It's perfect!"

"You got a perfect score, my foot! You're a complete spendthrift! I told you not to come into my room without permission!"

The door clicked open, and a woman in a white shirt and black coat stepped into the room. What attracted the most attention was not her seemingly well-behaved and round face, but her long, dark blue-black hair, as black as an ink painting. A wisp of bangs fell across her forehead, covering her left eye, while her bright orange-red right eye contrasted sharply with the cool tones of her entire outfit.

Nian laughed and said, "Oh dear, if I don't set an alarm for you, how will you get up?"

"You use firecrackers as an alarm clock?!"