Uneasy daily life

Bai Ying is eating spicy snacks—snatched from Toyohama, Hana, and Sakurajima Mai.

Feng Bin and Hua were not particularly interested at first, but seeing Bai Ying eating with relish, they couldn't help but become more curious: "Give me some."

"promise."

Bai Ying reached out and fiddled with the plastic bag, then pushed a spicy strip out of the opening and handed it over.

Feng Bin and Hua glanced at his fingers, which were smeared with seasoning, then decisively stretched their necks, bit into the spicy strip, pulled it out, rolled their tongues into their mouths, chewed it a couple of times, and their features instantly converged on their noses: "Ouch! So spicy..."

The white figure sneered.

Then I got kicked.

Angelina revealed a dead fish-like gaze that had a certain charm.

Stop sharing snacks, you scumbag boss! Help!

I don't want to be a comedian!

Chapter Sixteen: A Chance Encounter

"Second brother, you seem to be in a bad mood lately?"

Standing tall like a pine tree, with the imposing presence of a mountain, his black hair was tied in a bun at the back of his head, with a few strands of white highlights on his center-parted bangs. At first glance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged handsome man with a flamboyant style. His hands were slowly pushing and pulling back and forth, his feet were rooted to the ground, his waist was not moving, but the movement of his arms showed a smooth and gentle feeling.

"My eldest brother is always in a good mood."

The handsome young man sat in a recliner and casually replied to a question. He was holding an old-fashioned book and flipping through it. He swayed in the recliner, looking quite old.

"The morning clouds roll in, the morning light shines brightly, and the wind carries the smoke from cooking fires—it's natural to feel good."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "If you have nothing to do, why not spar with me for a bit and stretch your muscles?"

"No thanks, it's too tiring."

The young man said lazily.

"Go wherever you want, how can you be tired? Sitting is what's truly tiring."

"She's really quite a chatterbox."

The young man looked displeased. He squinted at the middle-aged man, exuding a silent aura that seemed to suppress the air.

The middle-aged man smiled and raised his hand to greet him: "Second brother, please point me in the right direction..."

boom!

The ground trembled, the recliner swayed in the aftershocks, and the book fell onto the recliner. The fist, which had been thrown with fierce force, was caught by the middle-aged man's clasped hands. It was like a mighty river flowing, but in its rushing motion, it silently merged into the yellow earth until its force was exhausted.

The young man's fist was grabbed, and his other hand transformed into a blade, slashing down fiercely. The middle-aged man pushed away the fist with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the descending wrist. The five fingers on the gripped palm blade instantly turned to a claw shape, sharply twisting back.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and shook off the claws that were grabbing him. He took a half step back and then assumed a fighting stance with his hands in front of and behind him.

The two maintained steady and subtle footwork, their hands attacking and defending each other back and forth. Sometimes their grappling was subtle and unpredictable, sometimes their shocks were fierce and unparalleled. Their movements were unpredictable, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes tight and sometimes loose. They displayed the agility of their hands, making it impossible for onlookers to tell how many hands each of them actually had.

At first, the young man seemed a bit flustered, but after a short while of exchanging blows, he was already holding his own.

"My second brother is intelligent and quick to learn. No matter how difficult something is, he can grasp the general outline after just a few tries, and after a few practice sessions, he can master it..."

The middle-aged man defused the attack and remarked with emotion, "You must have learned a lot and achieved something this time coming down the mountain, right?"

"I have learned that there is no hope for humanity."

What does "beyond saving" mean?

The young man's deep voice gradually gained a sharp edge: "One person's love and hope will inevitably be borne by others in hatred and pain. If someone desires immense wealth, someone else will inevitably fall into poverty and hardship; if someone desires high position and power, someone else will inevitably be treated like a beast of burden, driven at will; if someone desires numerous descendants for generations to come, someone else's descendants will inevitably suffer poverty, ending after only three generations... Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? Since we have feelings, how can we be without karma?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then calmly deflected some of the attacks: "Is this all you've learned?"

"The mortal world is a chessboard, and all living beings are pieces. Black and white change with the situation, and the game continues in the same way."

The young man scoffed, "It's always been like this, what insightful opinion could you possibly have, brother?"

"If you simply lend a helping hand, and you have to ask whether the person is good or evil, what their merits and demerits are, do you still have time to help them? If you do have time, are you going to stand idly by and watch someone suffer today's misfortune just because they will make a mistake in the future? If you do a good deed and the person who benefits from it does evil as a result, should you do nothing?"

The middle-aged man said earnestly, "We share sorrow in adversity, joy in fortune, anger at injustice, and happiness in good deeds. Our actions are never in vain, and each step forward brings its own scenery. Life is like a game of chess; we play white and defend black. Even if the game is the same for all time, there is joy in winning each game."

"I don't believe you don't understand such absurd principles!" The young man's attack became even more fierce. "What's the point of painstakingly pushing a stone up a mountain, only to have it roll back down before you can even let go, forcing you to go back down and push it up again, repeating this cycle endlessly?!"

"But you will become strong and healthy as a result, and you will not catch a cold," the middle-aged man said. "That's how martial arts training is; it requires accumulation day by day, and you can't slack off for even a day. It all comes down to diligence..."

The young man frowned and said, "What I want is a stone standing on the mountain!"

The middle-aged man asked, "The stone simply can't stay on the mountain, so what are you going to do?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, his fist stopped in front of his nose, and the wind blew his hair.

"Do whatever you want, it's none of my business!"

The young man turned away angrily.

"Second brother, although you are good at learning and thinking, you are not good at acting. From now on, you will learn martial arts from me." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "There are some things that can never be fully learned, but they still need to be learned, instead of making excuses like 'that's human nature' and feeling at ease, coldly aloof. Otherwise, what difference is there between you and the people you despise?"

"really……"

The young man slowly turned around, his face expressionless, his eyes deep, and a smile appearing on his lips: "If you can't push a stone uphill, you should try a different method. As long as you find a way to break the stone into pieces and pile it up on the mountain, wouldn't that work?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

The camera turned.

The middle-aged man knocked the young man to the ground.

"What right do you have to tell me what to do? You're my father! Let me out! Let me out! Just kill them all and that'll be the end of it!"

"They talk of loyalty and righteousness but lack integrity; they speak of good and evil but lack a sense of right and wrong. When the land is shattered and battered by wind and rain, they become evil spirits among men!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Crack!"

As soon as the lights came on, Nian, who was lying in a chair, picked up a megaphone and shouted: "What are you adding to this drama? What's with the big brother's question-and-answer session? Everyone, pay attention to the length! You've gone on for way too long!"

The set became noisy. The middle-aged man stood up apologetically, pulling Bai Ying up as he did so: "Ninth Sister, I'm not good at acting..."

"It's okay, you acted very well."

Bai Ying praised him, then changed the subject: "I think the main problem is the script—if your script weren't so thin and boring, would I have needed to add so many scenes and have a philosophical debate?!"

"I'm the director!"

"Just tell me if the acting was good or not!"

"it is good!"

"That'll do!" Bai Ying suggested. "Speaking of which, how about we use special effects to create a Five Finger Mountain to suppress me? That would be much cooler than solitary confinement or something, right?"

"Oh, that's quite interesting, but copyright..."

"What nonsense is this bad movie director spouting? Dead people don't have copyrights."

"Yeah, I almost forgot."

Nian scratched his head and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, let's move on! We can just make the movie a little longer... The next scene is scene 109, the next scene is scene 109! Actors with corresponding scenes, come and assemble!"

The once bustling film set erupted into chaos again, and the corresponding actors hurriedly entered the set to receive instructions from the director.

The two, who had already finished filming a scene, came to a corner of the set. Angelina was squatting against the wall, looking at the set with a strange expression.

"Did you argue with scholars like this back in the day, brother?"

“My name is Chongyue, you can call me that.” Chongyue shook his head and smiled, “My second brother wasn’t as eloquent as you back then.”

"Oh..." Bai Ying suddenly realized, "He deliberately provoked you to put him in solitary confinement?"

“Intentional? Yes, now that I think about it, he probably did it on purpose, wanting me to stop him.” Chongyue pondered. “If not, he wouldn’t have said those extreme things to me. Perhaps he knew it was wrong, but he was still indignant and wanted me to stop him.”

Bai Ying stroked his chin: "Perhaps there is a third meaning—you said you can't be aloof and indifferent, hoping he can observe and do more, but after a conflict, you can only put him in solitary confinement. He passively becomes aloof and indifferent, which is not a bad way of personally proving that you are wrong, and thus wins a round against you."

"Perhaps that's part of it; my second brother has always been very competitive."

Recalling the past, Chongyue chuckled softly: "The past sometimes has its unresolved pleasures, but let's talk about the present... Anshinin Angelina, do you sometimes find yourself unconsciously using your superpowers when you're excited?"

"No, no!" Angelina quickly stood up, inexplicably moved. "It's just that earthquakes happen when I'm asleep. I think there was one last night, but it hasn't happened this year. I don't know what's going on..."

Hearing the strange emotion in the other person's tone, Chongyue couldn't help but wonder if he had done something strange.

Bai Ying patted his shoulder: "Hey, bro! In Japan, it's impolite to call someone by their first name. It's serious and very intimidating—using a nickname is polite and friendly. Calling her by her full name is too long..."

"Just call me Angelina!" Angelina interrupted loudly, then realized her voice was too loud and quickly lowered her voice, "In any case, please be sure to call me by my name! This is very important!"

"It's a good thing to value your name."

Chongyue seemed to have misunderstood something: "I don't really understand things like superpowers, but if one's own power creates something that one doesn't want, this usually means that one's mind is unstable."

Angelina was completely bewildered: "An unstable heart?"

“Yes, I was in a similar situation back then, and I finally solved the problem by learning martial arts.” Chongyue nodded and said, “You can learn martial arts with me—don’t worry, learning martial arts is not difficult at all. It’s similar to exercising your body. As long as your body moves, your mind will move along with it and then calm down.”

Bai Ying added, "That's great, it can also help me lose weight!"

Angelina, who was initially somewhat resistant, frowned upon hearing this and pointed at the white figure, saying, "Mr. Chongyue! His superpowers are also out of control!"

Chongyue looked at the white figure in surprise.

The white figure snapped its fingers, and a pink humanoid figure appeared from the side: "To correct you, this pink fluffy cat was never mine to begin with, so there's no question of controlling it."

"Hmm?" Chongyue observed the Assassin Queen and was slightly taken aback. "If it is a power that does not belong to oneself that is out of control and yet keeps entangled... I have quite a bit of experience in how to deal with this."

Angelina's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Oh! That's great! Sir, let's join Mr. Chongyue's arduous training together!"

They made no attempt to hide their desire to die together with each other.

"Alright! Let's have a massive calorie-burning workout!" Bai Ying clenched her fist with enthusiasm. "9527, let's burn with no regrets in our youth and leave no regrets!"

Angelina: "...Maybe you shouldn't get involved?"

What does it mean to "burn your youth"? It means being tied to a cross and set ablaze! What does it mean to "leave no regrets"? Death threats, right? Death threats, right?!

I think I should just forget about it. Trying to die together with someone else would only turn my peaceful death into a slow, agonizing death, which isn't worth it at all.

"Anyway, that's settled—hmm? I'll make a quick trip to the toilet."

Before Angelina could change her mind, the white figure dashed away in a flash.

Ugh! We're doomed!

The white figure strolled into the men's restroom, but instead of using it, it began to wait in the women's restroom across the street.

A moment later, Feng Bin and Hua, shaking the water off their hands, stepped out of the women's restroom. Bai Ying immediately rushed out of the men's restroom first.

Hehehe! I caught you alone, stick figure!

Bai Ying stepped out of the men's restroom first and came face to face with Feng Bin and Hua.

Feng Bin and Hua were taken aback and subconsciously quickened their pace. Bai Ying swiftly took a step and seized a favorable position at the exit. Feng Bin and Hua then stopped, preparing to wait for Bai Ying to leave first.

The white figure turned around and remained still.

"What are you doing? Are you sick?"

Feng Bin and Hua retorted defiantly, then took a half-step back and returned to the entrance of the women's restroom.

That bastard, is he planning something weird or strange?

The white figure suddenly charged forward.

Alas!

Toyohama Kazuka abruptly retreated into the women's restroom, turning to look at the door. "That bastard's not going to just barge in, is he? Very likely! Damn it, why is there no one else in the women's restroom!"

"Gaa gaa gaa gaa gaa—!"

A burst of shrill laughter drifted from outside the toilet.

"#!"

What are you laughing at?!

Feng Bin and Hanabi stormed out, charging menacingly towards Bai Ying. A flurry of thoughts flashed through their minds: kicking, handing, splits, all sorts of things, the distance between men and women…

In short, it's strange, it just feels very strange. It's strange when there are strangers around, and it's even stranger when there are only two of us in this setting. It's a very weird feeling, how should I put it...

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