Uneasy daily life

Angelina nodded vigorously, then gave a deadpan look: "Sir! What kind of weird way are you using to give an example?!"

“Let’s take another example—like having a crazy vacation, a happy time where everything is fine as usual, but then it can suddenly collapse the moment you step on the scale, and from that moment on, you’ll start to doubt your body from time to time…” Bai Ying described it vividly, and then used her best skill, with Angelina’s righteous voice coming out, “The number on the scale is so heavy? Impossible, I don’t feel heavy, which means I’m not heavy at all!”

Ha ha……

Angelina suddenly looked around, observing the rooftop door where someone might suddenly come up. She also looked at the wire mesh fence where the white figure was; it was quite close, and the students below might see it. She glanced around at the surrounding corners but there were no surveillance cameras.

"That's right! This instinctive sense of incongruity, this rational denial, this strange feeling that creates a conflict between them... Holy crap! 9527, you dare to rebel?!"

The white figure, who was giving a passionate speech, struggled, but was grabbed and dragged away from the barbed wire by an invisible hand.

Angelina raised a finger, causing the white figure to float half a meter off the ground, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Sir! Speak like a human being!"

"Time has turned back, to 9527."

With the weight on his shoulders, the white figure let his limbs dangle, floating around like a corpse, and said in a deep voice, "I suspect you did it. Gravity can warp time, and you made a fool of yourself in class yesterday, so last night you wrapped yourself in a blanket and spun around wildly, screaming passionately. In a fit of anger, you made time go back a day."

"Nonsense!" Angelina rolled her eyes, her fingers twirling like an invisible claw machine, grabbing the white figure and tossing it around. "If I could turn back time, why would the white figure remember, and why wouldn't I?"

"Because I have the Queen of Assassins," Bai Ying said matter-of-factly. "Dark history can't be killed, because you'll always remember it. So you took drastic measures, giving your already limited brain a good whack, and prepared to make everyone in the world, including yourself, lose their memories!"

"How could I possibly go back in time?!"

"You can cause an earthquake while you're asleep. Is reversing time really that shocking?"

Huh? That's...that's unlikely...

Angelina wavered: "Then, if no one remembers, what's the point of going back in time? Won't the same thing still happen?"

“Of course it’s different,” Bai Ying said again. “Didn’t you vaguely sense something was off, like you had a sense of déjà vu? That means that, according to your wishes, you’ve been given the opportunity to change your dark history, instead of repeating it!”

Angelina shook violently.

Could it be that I unknowingly reversed time?

Am I really that strong? Although I've gradually come to realize that superpowers are a part of me and I don't need to be too resistant or disgusted by them, besides creating earthquakes, deceiving weighing scales, cheating in games, and suppressing superiors, my superpowers can also reverse time?

Unbelievable! It's like he's the protagonist saving the world!

Angelina's mind began to wander. If she could even reverse time, then she could... she could...

"You can try to memorize the exam paper the day before the exam, and then go back in time to get a high score."

"That's right!"

Angelina nodded repeatedly, then her expression stiffened as she looked up and met Bai Ying's gaze, feeling a strange sense of guilt.

"What a magnificent plan!" the white-robed figure exclaimed in praise. "Let those bookworms who only know how to study all day see what a true academic genius is! The noble time traveler will never fail, will always possess countless possibilities, will accumulate wisdom in endless time, and will utterly crush those mediocre talents who only burn the midnight oil and struggle for their so-called dreams..."

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have thought about cheating!"

Angelina clutched her chest, a wave of guilt washing over her.

"It's still too boring. If I could turn back time, I could try to see how many things I could do in a day and collect all the interesting CGs..."

Bai Ying sighed for a moment, then his phone rang. He picked it up and answered, "Zichuan? What's wrong?"

What day of the week was yesterday?

Sakuta Azusagawa asked a completely nonsensical question.

"Wednesday."

Bai Ying raised an eyebrow slightly and replied.

What day of the week is it today?

"Wednesday."

[Phew...it seems I'm not the only one acting strangely.] Sakuta Azusagawa breathed a sigh of relief. [Adolescent syndrome?]

"I thought we'd found the culprit before, but now it seems that's not the case. 9527 shouldn't be the one who caused the time reversal..."

Bai Ying glanced at the dazed Angelina: "Are there any strange people on your side?"

"No, I'll go ask Futaba first, and I'll let you know if there's anything." Sakuta Azusagawa sighed. "I'll check again after tonight... Hopefully, it's just a trick of time. There's too much going on right now."

It seems that the people who have sensed the reversal of time are not only themselves, who remember everything, but also Tatsunatsu, who vaguely senses something is wrong, and Azusagawa Sakuta.

Then the problem is coming.

At this moment, 9528 should be on his way from Tokyo to Chiba, preparing to launch a sneak attack on me?

Bai Ying pondered thoughtfully.

……

……

Hmm, who exactly turned back time?

Will time continue to flow backward?

The officer didn't seem to have found the key point either. Would he remember what happened today tomorrow?

And... does time only rewind by one day?

In the Classics Department's activity room, Angelina ate cookies, her brow furrowing more and more as she pondered, her mood growing increasingly heavy. Suddenly, a question popped into her head: "Do you think time can go backward?"

"Time can go backwards, but the story will move forward."

Oreki Houtaro replied casually.

Chitanda Eru, who was deep in thought, asked in surprise, "Why?"

“Because that’s how science fiction is.” Houtarou Oreki yawned and said casually, “When it comes to time reversal, it’s really just things changing from one form to another form that once existed. Overall, it’s still moving forward… Hmm, like going to school and work every day. Overall, every day is a constant repetition, a constant reversal of time, but whether it’s lifespan or experiences, aren’t they all changing forward? If time reversal can be perceived, is it really time reversal? If it can’t be perceived, then whether it’s reversing or not is meaningless.”

Angelina seemed lost in thought.

Can this strange feeling I'm experiencing be influenced by superpowers?

Since you can perceive it, it doesn't mean time has reversed; the story continues. The only question is how to ensure you don't forget...

Didn't the officer say something about gravity binding the soul?

So, can my superpower bind time?

Angelina thought for a moment and felt that her brain wasn't working properly, so she ate another cookie to replenish her brain's nutrients!

If time could go back and I forgot everything, I'd be a little scared.

Forgetting the things I did with Bai Ying, forgetting that I liked Bai Ying, always makes me feel uneasy...

Ugh! That scumbag! If I could turn back time, I'd go back to when Bai Ying was just born and beat him up from a baby to an adult!

Angelina gritted her teeth and chewed on the biscuit, feeling inexplicably discouraged again... Ugh, I feel like that would be pretty boring, whether I forget it or my superior forgets it, it's all quite annoying.

It's best to remember it.

……

……

Phew... Here it comes.

Yukino stepped off the train, stretched lazily in the afternoon sun, and checked the time.

At this time, the scoundrel should still be in class, giving me plenty of time to prepare my plan...

What kind of expression will that rascal have? Will he be flustered and at a loss? Will he switch to "I want to be your dad" mode and launch into a long, rambling lecture? Will he be overcome with surging desire because he's been blessed by Yukino-chan's little hands? Will he be shy and uneasy?

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled brightly.

Suddenly another possibility came to mind.

What if that guy accepts it calmly? What if he anticipates his own prediction and brings his mother and father over? What if he gathers a group of people and puts on a ridiculous show for him?

Basically, I just treat myself as a source of amusement...

As Yukino walked towards her apartment, her smile vanished, revealing a coldness reminiscent of her younger sister.

I might do something rash.

I struggled, agonized, and tried to convince myself with all sorts of reasons.

What kind of Yukino-chan is that? I can't make that.

Anyway, it doesn't count as breaking the agreement.

What, firing the first shot in the palace intrigue war?

Silk nightgowns and lubricant are all ready.

What, since they're a couple...?

Well, all these reasons are insignificant.

Who told me to like you, you jerk?

Yukinoshita arrived at Shirokage's house in the elevator, her heart pounding wildly, before she calmly examined her frantic emotions.

A complex mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, unease, agitation, shyness, and more—are like fine grains, slowly fermented and brewed into wine over time. A mere sip is enough to leave you half-drunk… Emotions are like wine, intoxicating, but then either others or society itself brutally jolts you awake. The pain of sobering up is particularly dull, so I've long since gotten used to not being able to get drunk.

That's what I used to think, so even with Yukino-chan, whom I liked, my behavior was mainly twisted, stimulating, and teasing. After all, getting too carried away isn't a good thing, especially if it really develops into the kind of perverted behavior my sister is currently committing...

Yukinoshita Haruno snapped out of her daze. Even though there was no one else around, she coughed guiltily and then couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Even a scoundrel is like alcohol, and I just want to get drunk, to sink into a stupor so I won't be violently woken up... Logically, I'm attracted to the scoundrel's freedom and disregard for common sense and interpersonal norms; realistically, the scoundrel helped me break free from the external constraints of my family; psychologically, the scoundrel also helped me break free from my habitual self-imposed limitations, allowing me to honestly admit that I like him...

Yesterday's apology was quite unexpected... It wasn't my own attempt to drink excessively, nor was it the jerk's one-sided guidance and lecturing. Being on the other end of the internet, the jerk couldn't possibly have predicted my feelings and thoughts...

He was simply expressing his feelings, and probably didn't want to develop into something abnormal.

I think I've developed the ability to like other people.

Yukinoshita Haruno snapped out of her daze, raised her hand to pat her cheeks, and smiled with a slightly more sincere and gentle expression.

Alcohol is indeed a bad thing. If you only pursue getting drunk, you'll either be so drunk you won't wake up, or you'll suffer a lot when you wake up...

Therefore, wine should be sipped slowly, one sip at a time, without trying to get drunk, because time will transform each sip into a different flavor.

Yukinoshita hummed a little tune she hadn't finished composing, opened the door, and slipped into Shirokage's bedroom with a hint of impatience.

Tsk tsk, this is probably the first rented room of this rascal, right? There are almost no personal belongings, it's clean but also spacious, and he seems to have become lazy lately, with the blankets and pillows rolled up crookedly on the bed.

Yukino observed for a moment, then reached out and grabbed a corner of the blanket. She tried to pull it but couldn't budge it, and immediately realized something was wrong.

Is someone in the blanket?!

"Huh? Wait! Don't pull, don't pull, don't pull!" Feng Binhua's voice suddenly broke out, tinged with embarrassment and awkwardness. "You bastard, get out of here!"

Yukino Yukinoshita said slowly, "In the morning, I went to see Mai Sakurajima and accepted a song request from Director Okita. Kazuha Toyohama was also there."

"Ah this..."

Yukinoshita suddenly reached out and forcefully ripped the blanket off.

Bai Ying lay on her side on the bed, propping her face up with one hand, and casually winked at Yukinoshita Haruno: "Hey~ Are you here to set a new record with me again?"

again?

A new record?

I've been seen through?!

Yukino Shino revealed a bright smile, though it was tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"You jerk, what new trick are you up to now?"

Chapter 76 You don't want me to become proficient, do you?

Yukino Yukino smiled as she looked down at the white figure lying on the bed.

Honestly, it felt like being caught doing something wrong... Even though I warned you about the crime, how did you know I was planning to ambush you from the bed?!

Yukinoshita Haruno unconsciously became more alert, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the room.

There might be a mother hiding in the closet, a father crouching under the bed, and Yukino-chan lurking in the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

In short, I always feel like the bedroom is full of people.

But here's the question... what do I have to be afraid of?

Yukino looked at the white figure with a playful look, a hint of provocation in her eyes. After dealing with your unfortunate boyfriend so many times, I'm not the kind of person who gets bullied until I'm filled with resentment before retaliating. No matter how much nonsense the jerk talks, as long as I pull down his pants, guess who will lose face?

"Are you planning to give me a chest massage?"