Uneasy daily life

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[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: If I find out who did this, I'll definitely kiss their ass hard with my toes!]

[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: Speaking of which, one of my subordinates encountered a charlatan this morning… Case solved! It must have been the work of the Scarlet Troupe! That guy's always talking nonsense, believing in things like fate, divination, and prophecies, creating time travel phenomena to try and prove everything is destiny—which makes perfect sense!]

[Bai Bulang Bai Ying: That despicable fellow, how dare he play tricks on me? I have my capable henchman 9527, he'll definitely be sent flying like a kite!]

Has Bai made any progress?

Why does it feel like 'this pot is the perfect size, fitting your head perfectly'?

On Wednesday at lunchtime, Sakuta Azusagawa finished his lunch and wandered aimlessly around the school building, observing whether anyone's behavior was different from what he remembered.

I'm not some kind of genius with a photographic memory.

However, if we were to turn back time... if such a puberty syndrome existed, could it save Ms. Shoko?

I'm afraid that won't work. Miss Xiangzi has a congenital heart condition, but perhaps she can solve Feng's problem if she can see the problem more accurately when Feng is being bullied... No, that's not right. The one being bullied is Hua Feng, not Feng.

Sakuta Azusagawa paused subconsciously, lost in thought, when he suddenly noticed a tall male classmate at the corner of the stairs leading to the next floor, frowning and checking the time, seemingly having been stood up.

Huh? Didn't he confess his feelings to a girl here yesterday? He even knows that girl, Koga Tomoe, a first-year high school student.

Her class should be...

Sakuta Azusagawa reminisces as he begins searching for his first-year high school classroom.

It seems I've found the person who can turn back time.

Wait a minute, we found the real deal on our side, but what did Bai find on his side?

I guess I'm just a scapegoat.

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A deserted alleyway area that specifically spawns NPCs such as thugs.

A bearded man, dressed in a suit, a long robe, and a cowboy hat, looking weathered yet possessing a mature masculine beauty, is being pressed against the wall by an invisible force, holding a crystal ball that looks very cheap in his arms.

He was five meters off the ground.

It's not high enough to twist your ankle.

Angelina, her face stern, tried her best to project an imposing aura as she glared fiercely at the culprit—you're the one who made her feel like she was wearing her clothes inside out!

The white figure leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a sinister smile on his face.

"Oh—my dear Xu Bai! Why? Why did you do this? Aren't we close friends?!"

"Lend me some money, my good friend."

"I don't think this friendship is that valuable."

"Then let's ask another question," the white-clad figure said solemnly, "What day of the week was yesterday?"

"Wait a moment, let me do a divination."

The middle-aged man muttered a few words to the crystal ball, and the crystal ball slowly emitted light, which was divided into seven colors and kept flowing and flashing.

Angelina exclaimed in surprise, "S-Sir! It's glowing? It's glowing!"

Bai Ying glanced at her sideways: "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered? Didn't you see the remote control he's holding in his left hand?"

"?"

Angelina fell silent. It seemed she wasn't quite part of the Crimson Theatre... Ugh! She wasn't part of the Crimson Theatre to begin with!

"I've got it!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Yesterday was Wednesday!"

"Too long to read, kill him, and save time!"

"Wait—I also divined that yesterday was Tuesday!"

"Let's do the 100-meter high jump challenge."

"It could also be Monday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday!"

"You charlatan, you have no backbone at all. If you were left in this world, all you'd do is eat expensive rice..."

Ding Dong!

Bai Ying paused her pointing and gesturing to her accomplices, then took out her phone to check.

[Azusagawa: Haku, I've found that Laplace Fairy.]

"Sir, what's wrong?" Angelina asked, peeking out in confusion.

"Nothing much, just raise the fortune teller's height by ten meters."

"Hey! Dear Xu Bai, I saw it all—you clearly found the murderer! Do I look like some kind of Laplace's Fairy?!"

"I accidentally wronged you, if I don't get rid of you, am I supposed to wait to compensate you?"

The white figure waved his hand and said coldly, "Too long to read, make your move!"

"..."

Angelina paused for a moment, then raised her hand.

The white shadow was hung on the wall.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Birth and the Fall of a King

"As expected of my colleague, he's brilliant!"

The fortune teller praised, "I could tell at a glance that Xu Bai was framing me—this guy is no good! Once, during a street performance, he pretended to be a fortune teller, using his seemingly excellent appearance to attract customers. Then, through conversation and observation, he gradually drew out the customer's troubles. When the customer asked him for a solution, he would hurl insults at them!"

"Abusive language hurts people?"

Angelina was puzzled.

"For example, he said to a man asking about his job prospects, 'You've been praying to gods and Buddhas, don't you know whether you have a future or not?'" The fortune teller was indignant, pointing at the white figure beside him, "What a despicable act! My colleague, I suggest raising the white figure ten meters higher!"

Angelina looked at the white figure with the look of someone looking at scum.

Bai Ying immediately retorted loudly, "Bullshit! If I hadn't been there to lift the roof off the customers, would your business be so good? Your Honor, I only inflicted a little bit of insignificant emotional damage. This person is a genuine swindler! I think he should be raised twenty meters high as a warning to others!"

Angelina looked at the fortune teller with the eyes of someone looking at a fraud.

The fortune teller loudly proclaimed, "You got a share of the money too!"

Bai Ying retorted, "9527! You need to see this clearly! I used all the money I received to improve everyone's meals!"

Upon hearing this, the fortune teller, even though he was hanging on the wall by superpowers, couldn't help but fly into a rage: "You call adding cilantro to a pot an improvement in the meal?!"

Bai Ying: "Being a picky eater is bad."

Fortune teller: "Pah!"

White Shadow: "Everyone saw it! This guy attacked first! Tui!"

Hanging five meters off the ground on the wall, the young man and the middle-aged man glared at each other and started arguing.

Angelina hurriedly retreated, creating some distance, and couldn't help but shout, "You two shut up! Or I'll fly you like kites!"

The white figure and the fortune teller immediately fell silent, staring longingly at Angelina on the ground.

Angelina felt inexplicably weak, but then straightened her back and puffed out her chest—Hmph! Mere members of the Scarlet Theatre Troupe from St. Elizabeth's Branch School, she could hang them up with a flick of her finger!

"I've figured it out, none of you are good people!" Angelina retorted angrily.

"You're right! I'm sorry! I was wrong!" ×2!

The white-clad figure and the fortune teller spoke in unison, then suddenly looked at each other.

The fortune teller narrowed his eyes and sneered, "You charlatan, you beg for mercy when you're at a disadvantage, but pee when you're in a favorable position. You're arrogant at first and obsequious at second. How laughable!"

Bai Ying flicked his bangs and said sarcastically, "You charlatan, putting on airs and spouting prophecies, hanging on the wall and saying nice things, you're treacherous on the outside and cunning on the inside, how ridiculous!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Angelina glared and snorted, and the two fell silent. She glanced suspiciously at the two salted fish hanging on the wall, then coughed. "Let's get down to business! What does Bai Ying have to say about time reversal?"

"Yes!" Bai Ying replied respectfully immediately. "Zichuan has identified the culprit behind the time reversal phenomenon."

The fortune teller added, "This means it has nothing to do with me. Please put me down."

"Um……"

Angelina waved her hand, lowering the two people hanging on the wall, and felt a sense of satisfaction in having everything under control.

She glanced at the two of them; both the white-clad figure and the fortune teller looked obedient.

Even better!

Superpowers are amazing! Let's see how you Scarlet Troupe go crazy now. If you dare to go crazy, I'll hang you on the wall!

"9527," Bai Ying asked, "What do we do next?"

"Uh... of course we should go to Yokohama and solve this problem!" Angelina hesitated for a moment, then immediately said, "I have to use my superpowers to fix myself in place to avoid losing my memory, and I also have to constantly feel that everything around me and myself is really strange. It's super tiring! Last night I stayed up until midnight and only dared to go to sleep after seeing that time had reversed!"

As Angelina spoke, she rubbed her dry eyes and huffed, "Anyway! This must be resolved as soon as possible!"

"My lord, you must take good care of your health," the fortune teller said. "It is good to concentrate and work hard, but if you exhaust yourself and collapse, who will save this ever-changing world?"

Although it sounds like nice words, it feels really awkward!

Angelina glared: "Speak like a human!"

"9527!" the white figure exclaimed immediately, "Only if you hang him on the wall will he start talking!"

"How dare you! How dare you address me by my nickname?!" The diviner turned and glared angrily. "My lord! I foretell that this man harbors rebellious intentions and will surely plot to usurp the throne. He should be displayed on the wall as a warning to others!"

"You charlatan..."

"Alright! All of you shut up!"

Angelina stamped her foot in exasperation and glared angrily at her two accomplices.

The two fell silent instantly.

"Anyway, let's go to Yokohama first."

Angelina waved her hand and led the two away from the alley toward the tram station.

Although it's a bit annoying, it's completely different now.

How should I put it... there's a satisfying feeling of being in control of everything. What fortune teller, what white shadow, if you dare to act recklessly, I'll hang you all on the wall and see if you dare to act recklessly again!

Superpowers are awesome!

Angelina felt she had reached the pinnacle of her life.

There's really no need to worry. Falling for a jerk... as long as Bai Ying can't jerk other people, then Bai Ying won't be a jerk anymore, right?

A brand new organization of superpowered individuals, heroes secretly protecting the world, and maybe even falling in love along the way? That's right, just like in light novels, becoming a mysterious hero who leaves no trace... Hmm, super cool!

Angelina hummed a song in high spirits, feeling that she, who had always been the one playing with the power, now possessed the power above.

The three people, heading towards the tram station, also arrived at a street lined with various shops.

"9527, the dessert shop over there is having a sale!"

Bai Ying pointed to the side: "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

Ok?

Angelina asked warily, "What's your purpose?!"

“9527, we are the partners.” Bai Ying said seriously, “So let’s hang the charlatan on the wall, not too high, ten meters will do.”

The fortune teller immediately rolled up his sleeves: "I can make offerings too! Hang the Xu Bai banner twenty meters long!"

"Alright, stop causing trouble..."

Before Angelina could finish speaking, the two women were already glaring at each other and rushing towards the dessert shop.

...Never mind, I'm in a good mood and want some dessert, I'll pay them back later.

Angelina was half expectant and half sarcastic. The Scarlet Troupe was really harmonious and friendly, and they never gave up on causing trouble for their comrades.

Ok?

Angelina suddenly sensed something was wrong, but before she could figure it out, two voices were rapidly approaching.