Uneasy daily life

If it just fell on the bed, you could pick it up and eat it...

I hate those potato chip crumbs, just as much as I hate my superior!

Angelina tidied the sheets, lay down, and continued playing on her phone. She decided to read a light novel first…

Ahhhhhh——!

Why would Bai Ying, this cold-blooded killer devoid of emotion, be Teacher Wuxin?

Hmm? Could it be that because it was unintentional, it could hurt the readers so ruthlessly?!

Horrible! Absolutely terrifying! Was the act of choosing a pen name already a premonition of murder?!

No way! Now when I read light novels, I can't help but think, 'How will they die?' whenever I see a character!

Angelina scratched her head in frustration, her toes bobbing up and down as if pounding rice cakes on the blanket.

Oh no! The white figure must have died from falling from a great height!

ding dong...

Ok?

Angelina was taken aback and listened intently.

The doorbell rang, the door opened... The sergeant has arrived?!

Angelina quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers, slowly pressed down on the doorknob, quietly pushed open the door, and tiptoed towards the living room like a thief.

What if Dad misunderstands something, like Sakurajima and Yukinoshita did?

What if Bai Ying does something crazy again and damages her reputation?

In short, I was just worried, so I decided to take a peek secretly.

Angelina cautiously peeked out from the edge of the corridor, revealing one eye.

"As the saying goes, with great power comes great power. Therefore, our organization has a long and rich history, manipulating the world situation from behind the scenes. All it takes is one order from me..."

Bai Ying crossed his legs, spread his hands, and leaned back on the sofa like a lord. He was calm and confident, and his voice was heavy and indifferent. He looked at Anxinyuan's father across from him, and a meaningful sneer slowly appeared on his lips.

"..." A few beads of cold sweat appeared on the back of Anxinyuan's father's head. He coughed and tried to ease the atmosphere, "Online arguments are nothing. The main thing is that the screenwriter wrote very well and it resonated with people, which is why there are arguments..."

"Good that you admit it." Bai Ying straightened up from her bossy posture and said with satisfaction, "That way, the instant noodles you buy from now on will definitely have all the seasoning packets."

Anxin's father was stunned for a moment: "Seasoning packet?"

"That's right! With just one command, I can curse you to never have a seasoning packet when you buy instant noodles again, to run out of toilet paper after you pull out just one sheet, and to get your account banned after typing a bunch of stuff online!" Bai Ying solemnly said. "Only tragedy can move people's hearts and make them realize what beauty is. From now on, you will be my keyboard maid and fight for me on the battlefield!"

"?"

Anxin's father complained, "Why is it a maid with a key?"

Bai Ying waved her hand: "What was said is not important. As a fan, you need to learn to understand the spirit!"

Anxinyuan's father's lips twitched slightly, his expression becoming subtle: "Uh... what spirit?"

Bai Ying said earnestly, "Everything your idol does is good. If you feel it's bad, it's because you're not thinking about it well enough!"

"To be honest, your writing isn't very good."

Anxinyuan's father suddenly posted some anti-fan quotes.

Bai Ying asked doubtfully, "Are you doing worse than I am in my writing?"

"?" Anxinyuan's father took a deep breath. He was back, and he couldn't help but feel that toxic screenwriter was back. "What's so good about tragedies?! Can't you learn from screenwriter Uesugi and write some heartwarming and touching stories?!"

Bai Ying's voice boomed back: "What's wrong with tragedy? Can't you learn from my fans and praise my touching stories?!"

Anxinyuan's father's cheek twitched: "What's so touching about that? It's clearly a terrible plot!"

"You don't believe me? Then let's do an experiment. After all, we have to rely on facts," Bai Ying suggested. "I'll make up a story right here and now, one that will definitely make Uncle feel the same way!"

Anxin's father, curious and disbelieving, said: "You're making this up! If you can't make it up, then your writing is terrible!"

"Uncle, a child can live without a grandfather, but not without a father!"

Bai Ying sat on the sofa and spoke with genuine emotion.

"It would be normal to have both."

Anxinyuan's father rolled his eyes. "Even after I gave you a heads-up, how can you believe what this toxic screenwriter Qin said?"

Bai Ying's face froze for a moment, then she quickly suppressed the upturn of her lips and coughed lightly, saying, "Yes, yes, that's normal. I was worried that Uncle would get too angry."

"Haha, I'm not a rigid or strict person. My dear and I had An'an not long after graduation. Don't think that just because I'm an elder to you, I'm good at playing games and reading novels too."

Anxinyuan's father chuckled and said, "However, the story you made up is really infuriating. A high school student getting pregnant is too much."

“Life is always full of unexpected events and mistakes.” Bai Ying looked slightly ashamed, then said earnestly, “But Uncle, don’t worry. Whether she chooses to give birth or have an abortion, I will support and help her. Our organization has many social welfare benefits, so raising a child won’t be a problem. Of course, she and I will continue to work hard on her studies, which may require some effort from you or Auntie, but there won’t be any major financial issues…”

"Oh hehehe..."

Anxinyuan's father was about to continue arguing when his smile faded and his gaze toward the white figure grew increasingly suspicious.

Wait a minute, are you actually trying to give me a heads-up?!

"I don't really care whose surname the child takes, but if I don't care, my uncle will inevitably feel that I don't care about her..."

"Cough cough!"

Anxinyuan's father coughed loudly: "Have you ever heard of something very famous in Italy?"

Bai Ying asked in surprise, "Could it be a pineapple pizza?"

Anxinyuan's father's face darkened: "I'm talking about the Mafia—and you should call me uncle!"

"Doesn't Uncle make us seem closer? Haha..."

Bai Ying let out a somewhat awkward laugh in an attempt to create a harmonious atmosphere, and his face seemed a little flustered.

Anxinyuan's father felt increasingly uneasy, even more so than Bai Ying.

No, that can't be! How could my well-behaved, sensible, and adorable An'an do something so absurd? Did I do something wrong that upset her? Or did I fail to provide proper gender education? Or was transferring schools too much of a shock, causing her to slide into the abyss of delinquency?!

"Ahem, I've come to pay a visit today..."

Bai Ying coughed lightly, solemnly pulled out a sheet of paper from the pile she had brought, and handed it over with the back facing up: "A small gift, nothing special."

Anxinyuan's father said, "Then let's not offer any more toasts."

Bai Ying's face paled, and she handed over the gift, saying, "Uncle, please don't be so formal, here you go!"

Am I supposed to be neutral towards outsiders or insiders?!

Anxinyuan's father was suspicious and his mind was racing with thoughts. He couldn't resist the other party's enthusiasm, so he reached out and took out the paper. Could it be a script written by the other party? Or something with collectible value? Like the original manuscript of "Night Food" or something.

Speaking of which, the daughter should know that Bai Ying is a toxic screenwriter, but when she mentioned the commander of some superpowered organization, she didn't mention that he was a toxic screenwriter at all... If a toxic screenwriter brings the original script as a gift, it can only mean that the daughter leaked the information!

A daughter grows up and leaves home; she turns against her parents; the enemy is at Honnoji Temple, using the child to control her parents…

Hmm? This paper doesn't feel right; it's thick and slippery, not like manuscript paper.

Anxinyuan's father turned the paper over, and a drawing suddenly came into view.

A beautiful young woman with a dignified and clear aura walks through a refreshing thorny jungle. Her long, golden hair seems to radiate light, and a small jeweled crown is worn on her head, which makes one wonder why it hasn't fallen off, adding a touch of playfulness. Her pure white, dance-skirt-like dress is adorned with metal plates, and intricate ropes binding them together can be seen on the back of the dress, outlining her slender curves while the armor-like embellishments add a touch of heroic spirit.

At this moment, looking up from behind, the girl's black stockings covering her thighs were caught on a thorn, stretching back several centimeters, creating a tear that extended down her thigh. Her fair skin and full thigh flesh were squeezed out like jelly, and the tear made her full thighs appear even more voluminous. Following the upward gaze, the girl noticed something was wrong and turned to look back. Her clear, bright emerald eyes seemed to meet the gaze of the person viewing the painting. At the base of her thighs, with the slight sway of her skirt as she turned, a hint of her lower buttocks appeared, and more mysterious and unknown scenery beneath the skirt seemed about to be revealed at any moment.

It was clearly a forbidden picture, yet I could almost hear the sound of stockings ripping, and I could almost hear the girl's hurried and shy gasp. I could already see the scene of her skirt whipping up and her stockings ripped open.

It makes you want to urge them to turn around quickly!

wrong!

Anxinyuan's father snapped out of his daze and looked at the white figure blankly: "What kind of gift is this?"

Bai Ying scratched his head and chuckled, winking: "A small gift, nothing more."

Anxinyuan's father's brow twitched, revealing a clear hostility, and his tone became ferocious: "I think a child can live without a father!"

"You're in a hurry."

"..."

Anxinyuan's father didn't know whether to say "at ease" or "heartbreaking."

Bai Ying said confidently, "That's the power of tragedy! What do you think, Uncle, about the tragic story of your daughter's unmarried pregnancy?"

"Rotten to the core, utterly unbearable to look at!"

Anxinyuan's father offered a scathing critique: "Especially characters written by toxic screenwriters who give gifts like this are the epitome of scum!"

“That proves I acted well.” Bai Ying reached out her hand and said, “Give me back this painting first. My light novel illustrations still have some collectible value…”

Relieved, Anxin's father coughed and said, "This painting is not bad. You can make one as a gift."

"Oh... then Uncle, you can keep it. I have the original artwork here, and I can print it anytime."

A knowing smile appeared on Bai Ying's face.

"Huh? Aren't you a screenwriter? Why are you writing light novels?"

"Uncle knows about light novels?"

"Everyone says not to treat me like an old man. I know a lot about the internet and modern entertainment." Anxinyuan's father glanced at the painting and asked curiously, "What's the name of your light novel?"

"I Don't Want to Go to Another World!"

Bai Ying gave a thumbs up: "Remember to give me a good review!"

“You’re quite confident,” Anxin’s father complained. “When I was your age, I was too embarrassed to show my essays to my parents.”

“Indeed,” Bai Ying nodded. “Letting them see you lying is more painful than not wearing underwear.”

Anxinyuan's father, feeling embarrassed, coughed and said, "Don't you think it's uncomfortable for people you know to see the light novels you write?"

"It's ok."

Bai Ying said happily, "Because Uncle is definitely more upset than me. Aunt and 9527 eavesdropped for a long time, but it seems like they didn't hear anything."

"?"

Anxinyuan's father froze, suddenly remembering the current situation...

"Oh dear, you two seem to be having a great chat."

Anxinyuan's mother came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit platter, her eyes slightly speechless: "I asked you to talk to others about superpowers, what were you talking about?"

Angelina walked silently from the hallway into the living room, her eyes filled with exasperation: Why did I tell Mom and Dad about superpowered people?! This isn't a realm for ordinary people; it would be mentally corrupting!

Anxinyuan's father glanced at the painting in his hand, then turned it over as if burying his head in the sand. A few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Looking at the white figure opposite him with a feigned serious expression, his heart was filled with turmoil.

You're a toxic screenwriter, you really are toxic!

written request for leave

Ugh... I'm having writer's block. My head hurts. I've clearly figured out what plot points and content I want to write for this volume, but I just can't seem to move forward. Even when I force it out, it always feels like something's missing, lacking a clear and compelling sense of fun.

Damn it! Has my inspiration run out? Aba aba aba...

Even though I've already written over ten chapters of Volume 4, the plot still feels stagnant, like a spinning top stuck in place. Yukino keeps stealing screen time, and switching to other characters feels a bit stiff and unnatural. Ugh...

When I encounter difficulties, I just sleep. In short, I rested my mind today.

Chapter Fourteen: I'm Going to Give You a Suitable Nickname!

"What weird stuff are you guys talking about?!"

Angelina crossed her arms over her chest, her hands forming claws in frustration, and ranted, "Bai Ying's weird antics are one thing—Dad, what weird stuff are you talking about?! What do you mean by 'premarital pregnancy'? What kind of image do you have of me?! What about toxic screenwriters and haters? Why are we suddenly talking about light novel enthusiasts? And what's this gift?! Shouldn't I have called Bai Ying over to talk about superpowers?!"

"Wait! I'm not talking about weird stuff!"

Anxinyuan's father quickly spoke up to distance himself from Bai Ying: "He's clearly deliberately trying to steer the conversation off-topic!"

"Uncle, isn't that going too far?" Bai Ying frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "You accepted my gift, how can you turn me away after receiving the gift?"

Anxinyuan's mother asked with some curiosity, "So what is this gift?"

Anxinyuan's father coughed and said, "It must be the illustrations for his light novel, you know, those little figures in storybooks..."

"Oh." Seeing that Anxin's mother didn't seem to care, she put down the fruit plate to serve the guest. "Anyway, let's not talk about any strange topics, like An'an's superpowers..."

I managed to fool them successfully; thankfully, my dear isn't interested in light novels or similar forms of entertainment.