Uneasy daily life

puff--!

The white figure raised its hand and tore off the sticky note, making a gesture of roaring angrily at the sky.

"Killer Queen! Activate Bites the Dust immediately and erase my history of defeat!"

Naturally, nothing happened.

What a disgrace! What a disgrace! The hero actually predicted it beforehand!

Bai Ying calmed down and rang the doorbell a few times. The brave man must be hiding in the house, too scared to come out and face me directly. He must be so frightened that he is at a loss and confused.

win!

On her way to school, Bai Ying casually bought some freshly baked hot bread from a shop on the street and ate a box of yogurt for a simple breakfast.

Ok……

He subconsciously looked around and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

……

……

"yawn……"

Sakuta Azusagawa yawned and put his sneakers into his shoe cabinet.

You haven't been looking well lately.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and heard my friend's voice, a mix of teasing and concern.

"Sometimes I wish I were an optimistic person, at least I could still be happy."

Sakuta Azusagawa replied casually, and as his gaze swept across the crowd of students, he subconsciously spotted a familiar voice.

"A first-year high school student, huh..." His friend nudged Sakuta Azusagawa with his shoulder and said with interest, "Is she starting to fall in love?"

"We've only met once, I didn't expect that he was also a student of Minehara."

Sakuta Azusagawa packed his things and headed towards the classroom, still unable to sort out any thoughts in his mind.

Chapter 73 I've been put in the dark room?

[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: Hey, are you there?]

Can't read back.

Bai Ying fiddled with her phone, glancing at the chat box at Yukinoshita Haruno's new nickname, which was full of mystery.

【Secret☆～】

[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: Why is the old woman acting like a child, all sullen and resentful?]

Can't read back.

Damn it! I also want the privilege of not replying to read messages, but 9528 just won't give me that chance!

Bai Ying clicked his tongue and posted a new update on his forum account.

The internet, while seemingly making communication more convenient, actually makes communication wear a mask, concealing and making it anything but straightforward! However, in a sense, the convenience of online communication is also a kind of honesty after removing the mask, allowing jealousy, darkness, anger, and likes and dislikes to be expressed directly online, making communication purer and revealing a person's true nature.

So the question arises: is online communication masked or unmasked? I couldn't help but ponder this question, and suddenly it dawned on me.

Masks are neither essential nor nonexistent. A person disassembles themselves, molds them into different shapes, and fits them into suitable areas. If the fit is perfect, the gaps are invisible; if the craftsmanship is poor, the gaps and overflows become glaring. The more one disassembles and molds, the more one becomes a pile of masks.

To indulge in a melancholic and sentimental lament—that's typical of me, with a touch of literary eccentricity.

Let the dynamic ferment for a while, and after the fans have all entered, let's have a debate on society and people, and see what tricks the fans can come up with.

Bai Ying suddenly remembered that she still needed to prepare a leave request, so she tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and began to write it.

[Bai Ying, a student in Class 2A of Grade 11, is on leave to film a movie. The date is currently undetermined, and she may travel at any time.]

Hmm? 9528, you have something to report? I'm going to give you a stern "Read" rating!

Bai Ying took out her vibrating phone and glanced at it.

[108 Ways a Scumbag Can Die: Sir! Do you know what a fortune teller is?]

Hmm? The white figure looked up at the other side, where Angelina was looking down, hiding her phone under the table, looking very much like a spy secretly passing on information.

[Bai Buliang Baiying: I know him, he's a guy who plans to die this year.]

[108 Ways a Scumbag Can Die: "Die This Year?" What does that mean?]

[Bai Buliang Baiying: Simply put, he's a materialistic fortune teller. For example, if he predicts an apple will fall in three minutes, he'll pick it up in three minutes. If he foresees a playwright will get writer's block on their next project, he'll bang drums and gongs around the playwright's room—he also predicts he'll die at forty, and since he's forty this year, he'll probably find a suitable place to die.]

[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: Of course, he calls himself an anti-Greek diviner.]

[108 Ways a Scumbag Can Die: ?]

[Don't be afraid, being a jerk won't hurt: You met him, and he even did a fortune telling for you?]

【No need, you're a jerk: I didn't ask him to do a fortune telling! That suspicious person is obviously not right! He was saying weird things!】

[When a jerk rejects your confession: So, what about a divination? What did he divine for you?]

What do you mean I'd be with people I like...? Four! Four girlfriends? I can't accept that in any sense!

Is this kind of thing considered divination or a blessing? I have absolutely no idea. If I had to comment on that strange old man, I could only say it was very much like Scarlet Theater!

Angelina shook her head vigorously, so that statement probably wasn't a divination, right? If you insist on calling it a fortune teller's prediction...

[I'm sorry, I'm a good person: he said we'd meet again, and the superior officer would be there too.]

[Bai Buliang Baiying: Isn't that obvious?]

Angelina: ...That's true.

Since they are all members of the Scarlet Troupe, the fortune teller would definitely seek out himself or his superior. As a member, he and his superior would certainly be present. This is a very logical deduction.

So I was scammed?!

Angelina fell into doubt. Thinking about it carefully... it was only because she saw the members of the Scarlet Troupe that she regarded them as too mysterious and awe-inspiring, which is why she was so cautious about such a normal thing.

It's like seriously analyzing why a celebrity eats bread for breakfast!

Wow! This kind of erratic mental state and rhetoric is definitely the style of the Scarlet Theatre Company!

Angelina couldn't help but feel a surge of anger as she recalled how apprehensive, unusually serious, flustered, and suspicious she had been.

Fortune teller... Hmph, who knows, when he walks into a deserted alley, he might get caught in a sack blown by the wind and fall flat on his face.

No, no, no, I can't think like that. This is just too much like the Scarlet Troupe. Although I am a member of the Scarlet Troupe, I am different from the others!

That's right, at most you can ask a fortune teller: Can you predict whether I will fall today? Will I fall to the left or to the right? How many minutes will it take to fall from a height?

I bet my superpowers that I will never let your language achieve its intended purpose!

When the school bell rang, Angelina pondered for a moment, then cheerfully prepared for class.

Although I'm a member of the Scarlet Troupe, I will never be corrupted by the atmosphere of mental illness! Absolutely not!

"Miss Anshinin Rikishi..."

A voice suddenly drifted over.

Who's calling me by my nickname?

Who dares to call me by my nickname?!

Angelina snapped out of her daze and instinctively looked up, meeting her homeroom teacher's downcast gaze.

"hai—!"

Startled, Angelina instinctively stood up, standing ramrod straight, which startled the homeroom teacher, causing her to take a half-step back.

The homeroom teacher adjusted his glasses and said briefly, "Sit down and don't get distracted."

"Yes……"

Angelina quickly sat back down, feeling guilty.

"So, regarding this question..."

The homeroom teacher glanced at the white figure listening attentively on the other side and continued the lesson.

Eek! I was terrified! Thank goodness I didn't subconsciously use my superpowers, or I would have exploded on the spot!

Angelina calmed her pounding heart.

A small crumpled piece of paper landed on the table with a soft thud.

Snapped!

As if she had just spotted a mosquito, Angelina swiftly reached out and pressed down the small piece of paper. She instinctively looked in the direction of the white figure, who was swaying his head as if he were admiring the teacher's explanation.

Who dropped it? She unfolded the crumpled paper and ruled out Bai Ying as a suspect based on the handwriting.

[That was Bai calling you in your homeroom teacher's voice.]

"#!"

Wow! No wonder it's called by a nickname!

White—Shadow!!

"Anxinyuan Poison Master, please answer this question."

The homeroom teacher's voice came through.

You're still trying to fool me?!

Angelina turned her head and secretly bared her teeth in the direction of the white figure, wishing she could bite... bite...

Why are all my classmates looking at me?

Angelina's heart skipped a beat. She slowly turned her head back to face the teacher on the podium, meeting his deep gaze.

"Yes Yes……"

……

……

After the last class in the afternoon, Bai Ying handed a leave slip to the homeroom teacher. To avoid being singled out on the rooftop by the rebellious 9527, he chose to give himself a day off and go home early.

I'll leave the club activities to my subordinates. You guys do your best, there'll be more and more work to do. I'm going home to rest now.

But there's a problem...

Even though I took leave to go home, I'm stuck at home racking my brains trying to figure out how to write the second volume...

Is this the legendary advanced form of corporate slavery—taking leave to work?

After careful consideration and self-examination, Bai Ying decided not to write today. He boarded the train to Tokyo, ready to arrest 9528 on the spot and see what kind of conspiracy she was plotting.

There are still more than two weeks until her birthday on July 7th.

As for birthday wishes, 9528 strongly questions and dislikes any kind of formalized happiness. Celebrating her birthday would be more like dancing wildly on a minefield. She would be better off using that time to figure out how to write a speech.

The result wasn't good.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong—!

In front of Yukino's rented room.

The white figure rang the doorbell dozens of times, but no one came to open the door.

The Starry Exhibition Hall.

Nijika Ichichi, who was working as a bartender, handed over a glass of cola: "Hina-nee? She doesn't have a performance today, and she didn't come to the showroom either—did something happen to her?"

"This..."

Bai Ying took a sip of cola and pondered, "These kinds of things are hard to say."

"Hmm?" Ichiji Nijika blinked, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing enthusiastically from side to side. She guessed, "Did you two have a fight?"

Bai Ying stroked his chin, pondering, "If I had to define it, it would be like 9528 issuing a declaration of war..."

"Young people really love to make a ruckus and argue, but I guess that's a privilege of youth," said Ichika Hoshika at the cashier, sipping her milk tea. "If you have any conflicts or thoughts, just say them out loud. Even if it's hard to say, you still have to try to express yourself. Otherwise, you'll become a mature adult who can't share anything, whether it's painful or joyful, with others in the future."

Ichiji Hoshika embodies the demeanor of an elder.

"really."