Uneasy daily life

The bottle slipped from my hand and landed on the ground. Fortunately, it was made of plastic and did not shatter on the spot.

What exploded was Yukino Yukinoshita.

Yukino Yukinoshita vigorously wiped her hands on her skirt, took several steps back, her face flushed, and her eyes darted around the ground in a daze, but she kept getting drawn to the bottle of something indescribable on the ground.

Ah...uh...ah...

I just signed for this kind of package?

Did I sign for this disgusting stuff?

Did I sign for it?

Is the signature Yukino Yukinoshita?

I?

The delivery person probably wouldn't know, right? The company that sent the package probably wouldn't know, right? How many people actually know?

Guh—Ugh…

[Yukinoshita: Yukinoshita Haruno!!!]

[Yukino-chan☆Attack: You're welcome. I know that according to the law, Yukino-chan can't buy those kinds of erotic things online, nor can she go to those kinds of erotic shops. As her older sister, how could I watch Yukino-chan break the law? Sisterly love needs no words. With your older sister's blessings and hopes, bravely attack!]

[Under the Snow: Sword.jpg!]

[Yukino-chan☆Attack: Hey, I really went to great lengths, okay? I even wore a mask and a wig, disguised myself as a pervert, and only dared to step into that kind of store—I even specifically chose an unmanned automated store, and specifically picked out the most suitable one! I sent you what I bought, I made such a huge sacrifice for you, and what did you do? You don't even thank me, fine, I know you're doing well, having a romance with Haku-kun, young and invincible, but now you're talking to me, calling me by my first name, showing no respect at all, you won't even call me 'older sister'...]

[Under the Snow: I must tell my mother!]

[Yukino-chan☆Attack: Holy crap! Calm down, Yukino-chan! Anyway, I've delivered the item. That's all, see you this weekend!]

[Under the Snow: Swords blazing.jpg!]

Yukino Yukinoshita is going completely crazy, this... this...

"Meow..."

She subconsciously looked down and saw Knight curiously waving his paws, patting the unsightly bottle on the ground and pushing it around.

...The cat is dirty.

Knight sensed something, turned around from his play, and met his owner's indifferent gaze.

It quietly retracted its little paws and sat obediently on the ground.

"Meow~"

Chapter 55 Are you not very short?

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Inspiration! Where is the inspiration?!

How despicable! Having been given a second chance at life, am I not even able to write a false tale of sorrow for others again?!

Explode! My soul! My desires! My extraordinary talent!

Bai Ying sat in front of the laptop, like a novice using a keyboard, using two fingers to press the keys with lightning speed.

Look! My creative inspiration is flowing freely, the text on the screen is growing rapidly, and the economy is developing at an extraordinary pace!

That's right! This is my true strength: to fuse joy and sorrow into one, enough to depict vivid characters, to compose beautiful and profound chapters, and finally, to deliver a powerful blow that awakens the reader from the story, leaving them with tears of regret and sorrow...

Ah, so satisfying!

This is the kind of story that truly satisfies me!

Bai Ying closed her eyes with a smile on her face, let out a long, lingering sigh, and opened her eyes again to find a jumble of messy letters on the screen.

This must be a dream; I've already finished writing the script.

The white figure closed its eyes, then opened them again.

The feeling of satisfaction is like the first time you open your eyes in the hazy morning light—a gentle, peaceful comfort that flashes by in an instant. Then comes the stiffness and fatigue, the heavy, tired eyelids, the slightly painful discharge stuck in the corner of your eye, the throbbing pain three inches below your navel, and the anticipation of another day...

"Sleeping feels like returning home, but opening my eyes reveals only desolation. Falling back asleep brings unease, and I wander aimlessly in my dreams all day."

Bai Ying clenched his fist tightly. Damn it! All that exhilarating satisfaction was fake!

The only real thing is the tight headband that keeps me from holding it in!

How utterly desperate! Might as well go out and kill a few people...

My child, my child, it's your father...

Bai Ying glanced at the caller ID, raised her hand to answer, and said, "Kid, what's up?"

[Grandson, when are you planning to return to the troupe?] The playwright casually added back the seniority. [Recently, I've been the only one writing scripts in the troupe. To be honest, the pressure is immense. You know the troupe leader; he's a perfectionist with his own unique aesthetic sense. My scripts have been sent back for rewriting so many times. I'm really struggling, and I'm almost losing the satisfaction of creation. Sigh…]

"I see." Bai Ying leaned back on the sofa and nodded slightly. "Rather than being pointed at and criticized by the commander alone, it would be a wonderful thing to have someone else by your side, or even to share the criticism as a contrast, wouldn't it?"

However.

"Ha! I'll break your boring, fateful tragedy!" Bai Ying said in a booming voice. "When I go abroad to study, I'll return to the Crimson Troupe with a whole bunch of buffs. When the troupe leader gets tired of your boring stories and sees my brand-new storytelling style, he'll definitely point fingers at you, and might even say something like, 'Playwright, learn from Xu Bai, don't immerse yourself in your own world all day long,' which is a killer author technique!"

"Oh?" the playwright asked, his tone rising. "I'd like to hear what new things you've learned, a nonsensical comedic tragedy? A master who's invincible slips on a banana peel and falls to his death?"

Bai Ying gave a calm, cold laugh: "Pervert."

The playwright fell silent: "So... all you've learned is this vulgar stuff?"

"Vulgar? Ha! As an author, if you can't imbue a story with such elements, it's not that the elements are wrong, it's that you're incompetent!" Bai Ying roared. "Do you even know what eroticism is? It needs to have a sense of mystery, a sense of layering, a gradual progression from the outside in, and the courage to burn your bridges..."

【courage?】

"Because one wrong move and you'll expose your sexual fetishes, get labeled as vulgar and perverted, and have to outwit and outmaneuver all sorts of censorship standards!" Bai Ying's tone gradually became more impassioned. "The more difficult the situation, the stronger the fighting spirit. Only those with courage can carry out this kind of creative work..."

"Boring. The only purpose of depicting female beauty is to throw her into a materialistic world and make her struggle." The playwright commented listlessly. "What kind of stories can you write now? Repeating boring terms and plots, piling up monotonous content, taking shortcuts is the most boring way to create... Ha, putting everything else aside, you think you can seduce a veteran like the commander with words? He probably can't even raise a flag anymore."

"You spoke ill of the regimental commander."

【…】

“It was you who said it. I heard it with my own ears, and I have a recording to prove it.”

You schemed against me? You filial son and virtuous grandson!

"Hahahaha! Arrogance is your biggest downfall!" Bai Ying laughed loudly, his voice sinister. "Hehehe! Teacher, you don't want the commander to know that you said he couldn't raise the flag, do you?"

Speak your mind!

What is your superpower?

"Superpowers? That boring stuff?" the playwright said with interest. "You probably have a guess, right? The ability to select certain beings, remove them from the story, and prevent them from participating in its development... Why are you asking this? Perhaps you've encountered some unsolvable problem and are looking for an omnipotent power to solve it? Then I advise you to calm down—the tragedy of fate lies in its helplessness."

"A boring creative approach," Bai Ying scoffed, then asked, "If you choose someone and remove them from the story, will all traces of them and their existence in other people's memories disappear?"

"Do you take me for a god?" the playwright said speechlessly. "If I had to describe it, it's more like being crammed into a small, dark room where no one can find you. You still exist, but you're detached from the present, independent of the story. It's like a script with a pre-written ending, temporarily set aside, and then brought back when needed."

"No wonder I can't find those scripts you wrote before... You've locked up all your dark history, haven't you?!"

[Heh, did you know? One can still think even in a dark room; in a sense, that's human immortality...]

"Holy crap!" Bai Ying slapped his thigh hard. "No wonder you write scripts so fast, you actually locked yourself in a dark room to cultivate! You're also a creator of the Demonic Path!"

"Get out of here! This superpower is so boring!" the playwright gritted his teeth. "I really wish I could go back in time and kill my brain-dead self..."

"understood."

Bai Ying gloated and sighed, "Because he used the magic path to cross the death line, he became more and more dependent on it. Sometimes, he couldn't create anything without going to the dark room. From then on, his free soul was bound by the dark room. Rather than saying that he was creating stories, it would be more accurate to say that the dark room tamed his creative abilities..."

"Get lost! I can definitely quit this stuff!" the playwright replied irritably. "Is there anything else... no, I was the one who called you—the fortune teller might be at your place."

"A fortune teller? What does that guy who created and fulfilled prophecies want from me..." The white figure was stunned. "Wait a minute, he predicted that he would only live to be forty years old, and I think he's forty this year... Holy crap, is he planning to die on my doorstep?"

[Who knows what's going on in that charlatan's head? Anyway, he left a note saying, 'Go find Xu Bai for a walk, rest for a while, then come back,' and then he's vanished.] The playwright sighed and shook his head, offering his colleague his best wishes: [The next time we meet, it might be ashes.]

How about we go out for a walk?

"No need. If you want to help, just give me the information about the target and let me know what to use your superpower on. It's not that complicated."

"Damn it! Why is my superpower such a useless piece of junk?!"

After a brief chat, I hung up the phone.

Bai Ying pondered for a moment, wondering if her future disappearance was due to her impending death and the playwright locking her up in a dark room. She had previously thought it was the influence of the Killer Queen…

Ding Dong!

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Who has disturbed the imperial procession?

If you're brave enough, you might be able to squeeze out more ideas and see if you can capture even more inspiration.

Forget it, whoever it is, just give me your inspiration!

The white figure walked thirstily to the door and opened it.

"Ah... good evening."

Feng Bin and Hua Chu greeted each other stiffly at the door.

Shy, awkward, embarrassed, stiff, with a tense expression, as if preparing to go through fire and water.

Weird.

Recently, I've been able to vaguely sense some similar emotions in the brave individuals. They all seem to want to do something impulsively yet restrainedly, trying to express their feelings through actions... To be honest, I can already sense this from their expressions and eyes.

“Dear Stickman.” The white figure leaned against the door, looking like a melancholy wanderer, “I smell a scent on you.”

"W-what?!"

Feng Bin and Hua were shocked. Had that bastard discovered their secret attempt to broaden their knowledge?

"Of course it is..."

Bai Ying shook her head and sighed, "He gives off the feeling that he's about to have eight children."

I dodge!

The white figure suddenly jumped backward.

Feng Bin and Hua stood there, stunned, looking at him with a completely bewildered expression: "What are you doing?"

"Hiss—! You didn't kick it over, and instead kicked the door?"

Bai Ying frowned and said, "Who are you talking about? Why are you impersonating a stick figure?"

"climb!"

Feng Bin and Hua hummed twice, then stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Ignoring the white figure beside them, they walked straight into the living room. Their actions gave off an air of righteousness and self-assurance, as if they were returning to their own home with ease and nonchalance. Yet, in the details, there was a hint of tiptoeing, stiffness, and furtively sneaking around. It was a contradiction that was very clear.

The white figure scratched his head, reached to the door, and locked it with a click.

shock!

Feng Bin and Hua turned around in a flash, their eyes wide, their mouths slightly open, their expressions shifting like a kaleidoscope.

Bai Ying strode back to the computer screen with an air of nonchalance, leaned back on the sofa, raised her right leg and placed it on her left thigh, and said casually, "Come on, sit down."

Feng Bin and Hua sat down stiffly, unconsciously bringing their legs together and placing their fists on their knees, looking docile. Unable to bear Bai Ying's sudden silence any longer, she rambled on, "There's absolutely nothing on the coffee table..."

Bai Ying gestured with her lips: "You want to lie down?"

"?!"

Feng Bin and Hua leaned back, instinctively crossing their arms over their chests, and looked up to see Bai Ying's barely suppressed laughter.

I understand now. Suddenly I understand the feeling that Xiaoxue was talking about!

She immediately bared her teeth, without any preamble or introduction, and forcefully retorted, "Aren't you very short?"

"?"

The white figure typed a question mark and nodded, saying, "Yes, I am very short."

"?"

Feng Bin and Hua put a question mark.

Chapter Fifty-Six is ​​so long?!