Uneasy daily life

She couldn't help but gasp, and an unpleasant soreness and stiffness instantly spread through her thighs and hips. Sakurajima Mai's eyes twitched, and she immediately realized that she had been tricked and played by this guy again! However, she had already been completely cornered and had no room to struggle or resist. She decisively raised her hand, grabbed Bai Ying's cheek, and pulled her outward with force.

Come on! Let's hurt each other!

"hiss!"

Bai Ying also gasped and decisively lifted the leg she was holding.

"Well!"

Sakurajima Mai's brow twitched, and she twisted her fingers in a spiral motion. "I'm twisting!"

One is generous and determined to satisfy his girlfriend's coquettish desires, while the other is furious and wants to tear off her boyfriend's smiling face.

Their back-and-forth seemed to shake the door down, and Yukino Yukinoshita, who was about to open the door, was stunned.

That familiar sound...

Can you please be mindful of the occasion when you're flirting?

With a cold expression, Yukino Yukinoshita pressed the doorknob and pushed it outwards forcefully.

"Don't do strange things in front of other people!"

"Well--!"

Sakurajima Mai's face stiffened slightly. The sudden push from the door behind her made her already sore legs feel even worse, and her grip loosened involuntarily.

The white figure broke free from the pincers, jumped back to create distance, and smiled gently with a face full of affection: "Don't worry, you'll have what Hehua has too. I'm all about fairness."

"Hate Fan!"

Mai Sakurajima gritted her teeth and pressed her thigh, a stiff and tingling sensation spreading through her groin. She and Kazuka Toyohama were not on the same track; her flexibility was only as strong as her toughness.

Yukino Yukinoshita paused, realizing that things weren't quite what she had expected: "What are you doing?"

"Guess~"

The white figure uttered a meaningful remark, and seeing that Mai Sakurajima was about to recover, rushed home and slammed the door shut.

Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but look at Mai Sakurajima, who was standing firm and rubbing her inner thigh.

“…Ahem.” Mai Sakurajima withdrew her hand, pressing down on the soreness in her thigh, quickly composed herself, and smiled calmly, “If Yukino wants it too, why don’t you just knock on my door and ask Black Fan to do it for you? You can even do it on my door.”

"No matter how much you try to appear calm and collected, you've still been fooled, haven't you? Trying to maintain a dignified appearance is actually less dignified."

Yukino Yukinoshita commented casually, glanced at Mai Sakurajima's legs, and suddenly understood. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she said leisurely, "It seems that Sakurajima-senpai has become quite bloated. I don't find it as difficult to do the splits as you do."

"When making movies and TV series, they wouldn't make people do this kind of thing..."

Sakurajima Mai stopped pretending, rubbing her sore thighs, and looked at Yukino Yukinoshita strangely: "Why are you doing the splits for no reason?"

Because I...

The stupid thing I did on a whim suddenly launched an attack, with a nasty white fungus growing wildly in my brain!

Yukino Yukinoshita's expression stiffened slightly, and she decisively closed the door.

"Just read Shiraijun's light novels and you'll find out!"

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……

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Something very important happened recently... I had a chance encounter with a stick figure.

Kazuka Toyohama transferred to Soubu High School and enrolled in Class C of the first year. Of course, this was temporary; they would be reassigned to different classes in the second year. For Kazuka, who was busy with her idol work, this didn't seem to affect her interpersonal relationships much.

During recess, if they meet in the corridor, the stick figure will pretend to be in a hurry and run away.

During the lunch break, if you try to invite the stick figure to lunch, the stick figure will refuse and run to the second-year high school students to have lunch with the hero plus.

When chatting on the phone, someone will suddenly say "I have something to do" and interrupt the conversation.

Whenever they are together, they must have someone else with them and try to avoid any situation where they are alone.

Judging from all these signs...

Perhaps because she had always attended an all-girls school and was busy with her idol career, she didn't have much contact with her peers. The shy and erotic feelings of a teenage girl came a little late, but she still successfully arrived.

When I accidentally came into contact with some knowledge that I felt was 'immoral', my mind became restless due to my physical development. I became secretive and fearful, and my actions showed a dislike and a tendency to avoid it at all costs...

Even in a casual glance or conversation, some advanced, hazy, and unreal fantasies unconsciously surface in my mind. I don't know how to accept the various thoughts that arise, so I tense up and face this unfamiliar feeling as if it were a formidable enemy, yet I dare not speak out about such sensitive issues.

Shy and sensitive, seemingly understanding but not quite, mishandling situations, the hazy state of youth.

Stickman is someone who follows his body and emotions; when his mood starts racing, his mind is never able to be reined in.

In short, it's cute and fun.

【Fengbin Hehua Specialist Consultation Department】

[White Shadow: So I have to run into stick figures at least three times a day!]

[Sakurajima Mai: No wonder Kaname's been acting strange lately. When I asked her, she just laughed it off. I thought she was having trouble adjusting to her new school... Turns out the culprit is the hater.]

[Xiaoyang is a big winner: This looks so fun! I'm going to have a blast during my vacation!]

[Sakurajima Mai: Stay away from Kazuha.]

[White Shadow: Come to think of it, stick figures should be pretty slow-witted.]

[Xiaoyang is a big winner: Huh? If Hana-chan is so slow, then Yukino-chan must be a turtle!]

[Bai Buliang Baiying: I mean, cognitive sluggishness—did she accidentally stumble upon some weird website, see some erotic stuff, and open the door to a new world?]

[Xiaoyang is a big winner: This sounds even more fun!]

[Xiaoyang is a big winner: Huh? Isn't Yukino-chan in the group chat too? Why isn't she saying anything?]

[Xiaoyang is a great winner: @Yukino Yukinoshita.]

[Yukino Yukinoshita: The exam is about to start, don't bother me.]

Yukino put away her phone and watched as the teacher walked into the classroom with the test paper in hand, accompanied by the ringing of the bell.

Perhaps it's... my own fault?

Guilty.

I simply expanded on some points based on the physiology course, using academic textbooks that contained nothing explicit.

Let's talk about it during the holidays; let's focus on the exams first.

Snowflakes under the snow clear away distracting thoughts, calm the mind, and the pen tip writes one's name on the exam paper.

Her eyes swept across the paper and she saw the words "final exam" on it, which inexplicably reminded her of when she first entered high school.

It's been a year already...

Next year, when we're divided into classes, I hope to be in the same class as Bai Jun.

Chapter Nine An Li

The newly hired Mandarin teacher picked up her thermos and took a sip of tea. The warm aroma of the black tea filled her chest and stomach, temporarily dispelling the chill of late winter.

He regained some of his composure and picked up the pile of Chinese language test papers on the table.

Sigh, time to go to work...

These teenagers are really hard to manage. I'm not even their homeroom teacher, and sometimes I already have a headache—why can't they just be honest and study properly? They always come up with all sorts of tricks.

Using phones and reading light novels during class are common problems, and there's always a tendency to make a fuss. Sometimes I think young people are so energetic, but other times I feel like this energy is driving me crazy. If I try to manage it a little, it's easy to get disliked; if I don't manage it at all, it just doesn't seem right.

Why did I become a teacher?

The Chinese language teacher patted his forehead, cleared his mind, and began to flip through the test papers.

First, rummage through the stack of test papers and find the blank ones. Take a quick look at the paper – very good, at least we can justifiably deduct points for the poor presentation.

The Mandarin teacher put the test paper aside and began grading the other papers.

Suppressing oneself, recalling the standard answers, scanning each exam paper with eyes, and scribbling without emotion.

For reading comprehension questions, first look at the format, then read the content, find standard words and phrases to match, and give points based on the repetition rate.

You need to slow down a bit when writing the essay and just glance at it.

The essay topic is based on the last sentence of Lu Xun's "My Old Home," and requires students to write an essay in conjunction with the original text. Since this article is already in the textbook, it tests students' grasp of classroom knowledge and is therefore quite challenging.

As expected, hope, hard work, the road ahead, and the ideal direction are themes that all students would choose. The only difference is in writing style and memory, and the grading criteria are the same.

Hometown, hometown, the land of the departed—if not for gazing into the distance, how can one know what a hometown is?

Those who hold hope for distant things are never stingy with words of praise and blessing, whether the distance is the future or the past. When Mr. Lu Xun returned to his hometown, he was also filled with anticipation and dreams, but reality must have greatly disappointed him—the gossipy, petty, and sarcastic Yang Ersao; the numb and humble Runtu, whose skin was etched with the marks of time; the relatives who came and went, whose names were not recorded in his writings, but were summed up in a single sentence…

Even before Lu Xun boarded the ship leaving his hometown, his hometown was already very, very far away from him.

I can somewhat understand this feeling, this indescribable emotion. It's not so much disappointment, but rather a mixture of self-deprecation and silence. Ultimately, one must grow strong through setbacks. Lu Xun left his hometown to forge his own path; I have returned to my hometown, also to forge my own path. Both have bid farewell to the visions we arbitrarily hoped for.

Withdraw your gaze from the distance, dispel your hesitation, and for the courageous, dreams become the heart's home.

Hmm? The theme is "hometown"?

The Chinese language teacher glanced at her twice. Yukino Yukinoshita... Oh, a strong contender for first place in the grade. I heard she's a returned overseas student, so using her hometown as a theme isn't entirely unfounded.

It's well-written, I'll give it a high score.

After grading all the papers, the Chinese language teacher rubbed his forehead wearily and sighed, then casually picked up Bai Ying's paper and started looking at it.

As expected, I got full marks on the quote fill-in-the-blank question.

The reading comprehension questions were all answered in a very standard and correct manner; getting full marks should be no problem...

Ok?

The Chinese language teacher was stunned. She flipped the test paper over and over, and it was indeed Bai Ying. She hadn't picked up the wrong test paper.

This guy changed his personality?!

He caused trouble at the school festival by confessing his feelings to Yukino Yukinoshita over the school's public address system. Did he succeed in his confession and become more mature and composed?

The Chinese language teacher couldn't help but marvel. While feeling that dealing with these questions would be much easier in the future, she also felt a strange sense of loss. Occasionally, there would be a less-than-standard answer on the test paper, which was a novel experience to grade...

Well, as expected, if she used all her strength, Bai Ying couldn't find any points to lose on the reading comprehension questions.

The Mandarin teacher took a sip of tea to refresh herself.

Let's see what the essay is like. The title is "The Future," and it's probably a standard topic...

I am Lu Xun.

"puff--!!"

The Mandarin teacher turned her head away and spat out her tea, almost twisting her neck in the process.

I'm Natsume Soseki!

The Chinese language teacher picked up the test paper with a rather menacing expression. "I want to see what you wrote!"

Although death brings loneliness and solitude, it also eliminates the need to worry about food, engage in heated arguments, or get worked up over trivial matters. Instead, there's time for reading and reflection, making life much more peaceful. Recently, while organizing my writings, I came across the poem "My Old Home." Rereading it and reflecting on those years, I was suddenly filled with emotion.

After several years of aimless wandering, I barely managed to survive in Beiping (Beijing). Having vaguely found a way forward in life and achieved a semblance of stability, I returned to my hometown to bring my mother to Beiping. This was both my first and last return home in twenty years.

A wanderer always harbors a simple fondness for their hometown. If someone offers a few words of criticism, they might argue heatedly, their face flushed. The bright yellow moon of their dreams, the lush green melon fields, the fantastical illustrations from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the bookstore and the thatched garden—all these elements connect as they walk along the path. Where could there be anything wrong with them?

I felt a heavy weight in my heart; I'm used to silent suffering, which makes my writing particularly somber.

At that time, rumors were circulating in the village that so-and-so from the Zhou family had made a fortune in the city. Everyone was talking about it, and it seemed that so-and-so had become a wealthy landowner. But now that he was a landowner, he didn't donate to his hometown and was even moving away with his mother. Naturally, he became hateful—we're all dogs wallowing in the mud, how can you clean yourself up? The smear campaign naturally followed. Yang Ersao, feeling righteous, took advantage of me, this wealthy landlord who had forgotten our hometown ties, and of course, she was perfectly justified. On the other hand, I wasn't good with words, stammering and unable to be arrogant at all; I was probably just feeling guilty.

In his melancholy, a reunion with childhood friends should have been a joyous occasion, but ultimately, Runtu's cry of "Master!" plunged his mood back into gloom. He could no longer reminisce about the past, and could only discuss mundane matters of daily life.

But what can we talk about? It's all just bitterness, a bitterness in countless forms, a bitterness that churns and chews in our mouths until our taste buds are numb and we can no longer taste anything, then a heavy feeling settles in our hearts.

My beloved hometown, in a way that left me speechless, slammed those cherished memories before me, and even now, the thought still fills me with resentment.

The traveler longs for his hometown, but the hometown wearies the traveler. A sense of loss washes over him, and he realizes there's nothing new to discover.

I believe there is always hope. The feelings I recorded in my writing are still the same feelings I have now, even more fervent and certain.

Children are the hope of the future, and adults are the hope of children.

[I have been gone for many years now, but I believe that the flame I once threw myself into will never be extinguished, and the path I have paved will surely be followed by others. Hong'er—a pseudonym in the text, but no longer necessary—was the third son of my third brother, Pei'er, later renamed Zhou Feng'er.]

I hope that child, in the future, won't have to toil and struggle like I did, constantly moving from place to place just to make a living, experiencing the bitterness of being unable to return home, and feeling that home isn't home even when it is. I hope he won't have to endure the hardships of life like Runtu, his lips numbed by bitterness, nor the oppressive feeling of having to bow and scrape to everyone. I hope he won't have to be like Yang Ersao, trapped in the hardships of life, turning himself into a narrow-minded and mean-spirited person who finds solace in hurting others.