Uneasy daily life

Thump, thump, thump! The blond boy staggered back three steps. "That wretched nemesis, that nobodies who deserve to be punished!"

"Admit it!"

Bai Ying said in a loud voice, "What sister or not, what cuteness or not, it's all just decoration of your true nature—you're just a pervert! Because you don't want to communicate with girls, but you can pick and choose fantasy characters at will, that's why you like so-called sister-type characters!"

puff!

The blond boy collapsed.

"We've cut off some more boring things."

The white figure turned around and took a step: "Let's go, it's too long to talk about, don't let the dead hold us back."

"Please, please wait a moment..."

A hand grabbed the white figure's ankle.

"Huo, do you have any last words?"

The white figure turned back and looked down at the blond boy struggling in his death throes.

"Just once, just once, so I can die without regrets..." The blond boy's voice was barely audible. He slowly pulled out his phone with his other hand, turned on the recording mode, and his expression was exceptionally firm and determined, his eyes filled with pure emotion. "Can you use that 'little sister's' voice to say a few more words to me? I can pay you."

The blond boy trembled as he pulled out a few banknotes.

Angelina: "...Are you a pervert?"

"Since you are so sincere, then I will take pity on you and say a few more words."

Bai Ying's eyes showed reluctance as she switched her voice gently and said, "Onii-chan, thank you for attending my wedding. I'll accept the gift money."

puff!

The blond boy lay motionless on the floor; he was probably dead.

"who is he?"

"A genuine siscon?"

"The commander always runs into some strange guys... What was that voice just now? It sounded a bit like Feng Bin, but not quite..."

"I tried processing and blending the stick figure and the hero's voices, since they're both considered younger sisters? The effect was surprisingly good; perhaps to him, this is the voice of MAX sister power."

Chapter Fifty: The White Shadow is Dead...

confused.

A sense of confusion lingered among the released senior high school students.

Studying? Would a proper student enjoy studying?

Playing around? A deserted island with no cell phone, no internet, not even a deck of cards. Even if it awakens the childhood self who used to run wild and explore everywhere, two days would be enough to wander around. What else is there to do after that? Wrestling and strolling around?

From the initial shock of being tricked into going to a deserted island, to the bewilderment and novelty of witnessing the arrest of drug addicts, followed by the frustration of feeling lost and wondering what to do, and now a sense of indescribable anxiety has emerged.

In the words of the student council president, it's like being emotionally told to go out and have fun, while rationally told to study hard. The two sides start to struggle back and forth, making one feel irritable and anxious.

When I want to find something to kill time—am I really, really okay to waste time by not studying?

I'll just take out a book and bury myself in it—we're out of school now, why are we still studying? How unserious!

"In conclusion, this is all Bai Ying's conspiracy!"

boom!

A senior high school student slammed his fists on the table, angrily denouncing the situation: "First, they tricked us into coming to a deserted island, confiscated all forms of entertainment, and said they were going to have a 'devilish cram school' program! Everyone's trip was ruined, and we reluctantly accepted the cram school arrangement, only to have the teacher casually teach two or three hours of class and then ignore everything else! Since there wasn't any 'devilish cram school,' we could at least find something to do on our own, but then he made an announcement over the loudspeaker reminding everyone to study—"

Hayato Hayama said subtly, "Judging from the broadcast content, Shiro was reminding everyone to pay attention to their mental health, learn to relax, and definitely not to be anxious..."

"While waking someone who is fast asleep, reminding them, 'Oh, my dear friend, sleep quality is very important. You must clear your mind, relax naturally, and fall asleep like a baby to have a good night's sleep'—do you think he means well?"

The senior high school student had a ferocious expression.

"Hmm..." Hayama Hayato commented, "That's definitely something Shiro would do."

"What exactly does the student council president want to do?" one student asked, utterly puzzled.

"It's hard for me to say for sure," Hayama Hayato pondered. "There are many possibilities..."

The senior high school student said in a deep voice, "Then tell us everything."

Hayato Hayama slowly explained: "The first possibility is that he deliberately observes everyone's confusion and disarray in this unfamiliar environment, collecting writing material and finding amusement in it. The second possibility is that by restricting the scope of movement and entertainment options, he aims to encourage everyone to choose to study. Today, many people have already chosen to study independently, either because they are too idle or too anxious. The third possibility is that he uses the power of the student council president to plan a live-action drama."

One person asked, puzzled, "What does the third one mean?"

“Storytelling stems from conflict, conflict stems from contradiction, and the plot develops within contradiction,” Hayama Hayato said in a deep voice. “Just as dialogue is based on communication between the two parties, Haku keeps putting pressure on everyone in order to see their reactions and then respond accordingly—just like right now, as we are discussing and expressing our dissatisfaction and preparing to do something… Perhaps, what he hopes for is for some stories to unfold.”

"I bet you find simple school trips or tutoring boring, Bai."

The senior high school student's lips twitched: "...Are you sick?"

Hayato Hayama: "Let's put aside what Shiro-kun wants to do for now, what should we do?"

"Of course we're protesting! How can we let him run rampant?!" a senior student roared. "Can you handle being locked up on the island for seven days?!"

“That’s true, but how do we protest?” Hayama Hayato said with a wry smile. “We protested to Shiro-kun before, but it didn’t seem to work.”

One person said, "There are signal jamming devices on the island. As long as we find them and turn them off, we'll have internet access!"

One person suggested, "There are yachts docked at the beach pier. We can take a yacht to the city and escape from the deserted island!"

One of them suggested, "Teacher! Bai Ying won't listen to our opinions, so let's go and tell the teacher what we think!"

"As expected, three cobblers with their wits combined can outwit Zhuge Liang." The senior high school student added with great satisfaction, "But before that, we need more like-minded people. Only when everyone unites to express their opinions can we get the teachers to take our opinions seriously. Hayato, is that alright?"

“No problem.” Hayama Hayato stood up and said, “There should be quite a few students who are unhappy about this. We can ask them to help put in a good word for us.”

Inside this small wooden cabin, the rebel army gradually took shape. With the connections and resources that Hayama Hayato had cultivated over many years, he could rally followers with a single call. Even with such a momentous event as rebellion, dozens of people were still willing to follow and support him, determined to overthrow the student council president's erratic and mad administration!

Many people adopted a wait-and-see attitude, or remained indifferent and apathetic, or discussed the matter animatedly, watching others run around, watching them gather into an army in the open space, and watching the flames of the uprising burn ever brighter.

Seriously? Are they really going to do something big?

"Of course we have to do it! Look what the student council president did! He tricked us into coming to this deserted island, cut off our internet, started mocking us in groups, and spread anxiety!"

One of them was trying to persuade his wavering companion: "If this continues, we'll be stuck on a deserted island doing nothing for seven whole days! We can sleep in for ten hours every day, do absolutely nothing, and have no teachers to teach us..."

"Um...it seems pretty good?"

The companions were even more shaken.

The other party added, "No cell phones, no entertainment, nothing to do, and you really think that's great? Putting everything else aside, the teachers go on boat trips to the city every day, so why should we be stuck on this island? This is evidence that the student council president betrayed the student council president and bribed the teachers! We must protest and fight for the same treatment!"

“Yes! That’s right!” The companion made up his mind, then glanced at the other person who was wearing a hooded jacket, deliberately covering their face with the hood, only revealing their chin, “Your outfit…”

“Better safe than sorry,” the hooded man said in a muffled voice. “If the protest fails, I can hide myself and become an underground worker to avoid retaliation from the student council president.”

His companion rolled his eyes, finding it absurd: "How else could he retaliate?"

"For example, impersonating your voice to confess to Mina, a student in Class 3B of the third year of high school?"

"?"

"Don't underestimate the student council president's intelligence network, and don't overestimate your own cunning," the hooded man said. "It's said that to consolidate his power, the student council president has set up a 'rumor board' to monitor all students, collect all sorts of rumors and news, and find dirt on them—those students who have dirt on them can only be driven around by the student council president. Now, do you still think we shouldn't protest and rebel?"

His companion's expression shifted rapidly. If that scene were to occur, he feared he would become the talk of the town... No! Absolutely not!

When he came to his senses, he found that the hooded man had moved to another part of the crowd and was chatting with other people as he walked.

"The student council president's misconduct must be reported!"

"Either take a trip or provide tutoring. What kind of student council is it to lure people here and then abandon them? The event wasn't done well, which is a dereliction of duty on the student council's part!"

"Restricting personal freedom is a crime committed by the student council president!"

"Teachers can travel, so why should we go to jail?!"

"Long live freedom!"

"I recommend Hayama. He's the truly reliable one and the most suitable to be the student council president!"

"The white shadow is dead, Ye Shan shall rise!"

When people gather, even simple and ordinary words become exceptionally powerful, igniting the atmosphere and strengthening the bond between members.

Public sentiment was running high, and the situation was on the verge of erupting.

Hayato Hayama keenly spotted a hooded figure darting about in the crowd, and his eyes twitched involuntarily. The others might only have a vague idea of ​​this person's behavior...

"Hayato, should we go find the teacher or the student council next?" a senior asked.

How did I suddenly become the leader?

Hayato Hayama suspected that the white shadow was planning a real-life version of "Them," but seeing the other party stirring up trouble, inciting others, and shouting slogans in the crowd, it also seemed a bit like "Why is Your Majesty rebelling?"

"Let's talk to the teacher and explain the situation."

Hayato Hayama decided to take it one step at a time and led a large group of people up the hillside.

With so many students suddenly gathered together, the commotion couldn't be kept quiet. As soon as they arrived at the place where the teachers and student council lived, Hiratsuka Shizuka came out first, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, and looked at the students: "What do you need?"

Hayato Hayama calmly expressed his demands: "Teacher, we want the signal jamming on the deserted island removed so that students can go to the city to play. Don't you think it's too much to have tricked everyone into coming to a deserted island?"

"Well..." Hiratsuka Shizuka took a drag of her cigarette. "Teachers can't interfere with activities arranged by the student council. I'll talk to Shirakage about your opinions, but whether that kid will listen is another matter..."

“When the wife comes looking for her, the mistress will be temporarily kicked out of the house. That’s the relationship between responsibility and power.”

A voice sneered.

"?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's brow twitched, her gaze unconsciously sweeping across the crowd.

Hayato Hayama changed the subject: "Teacher, don't you think this is a big problem? It's a waste of everyone's time and it affects everyone's mood. Shouldn't the teacher oppose and stop this kind of activity in time?"

“I understand what you mean, but my thoughts are…” Hiratsuka Shizuka flicked her cigarette ash, her words somewhat ambiguous, “How should I put it… let’s put aside that kid Shirakage for now, at least I think this event is very meaningful. You can be more positive and optimistic, and don’t get anxious and restless just because your routines have been disrupted.”

"Although they cause trouble and act recklessly, we should believe that the student council president and teachers mean well—what? Does being a good person give you the right to point a gun at others?"

A mocking voice.

Hayama Hayato: "..."

Hiratsuka Shizu: "#!"

Before the two could continue their conversation, the voices in the crowd grew louder and louder, and more and more people started to speak.

"Damn student council president! Protest! Protest!"

"Abuse of power! Protest!"

"We need internet! We need to get out!"

From a sparse crowd to a fervent outcry, the rebels are expressing their opinions vehemently.

"Can't you speak without hiding your own voice within the voices of others?"

Even when the volume was raised, a calm and cold voice suddenly swept across, suppressing the noisy protests.

The rebels turned around and saw the vice president of the student council.

Upon hearing the news, Yukino Yukinoshita took a few steps closer and stood at the front of the crowd, her expression indifferent: "I am the vice president of the student council. If you have any questions, please communicate them in person instead of pushing someone else forward as your representative—whoever has an opinion, what is that opinion, step forward and talk. If you just want to make a scene, please find a place where you won't disturb the others."

The rebels were intimidated by the enemy's momentum and fell silent for a moment.

Why are you making it seem like we're in the wrong?

One person muttered a complaint, which instantly resonated with others.

A young general in the rebel army rallied his spirits and resolutely went out to meet the enemy: "Is it really okay to lure everyone to a deserted island and then forbid everyone from leaving it?!"

“Are there any problems with requiring students not to leave school without a valid reason during school hours, or requiring them not to leave the group or activity area during school trips and other activities? This is not a family trip, nor is it an individual activity; it is a group activity arrangement.”

The enemy general raised his sword and slashed down, beheading him in a single blow.

"This event is poorly planned! It's supposed to be a trip, so why is the internet and signal blocked, preventing people from going into the city? It's supposed to be tutoring, so why aren't there any additional learning sessions? This is just a simple case of confinement!"

The second young player is on the field!

"I need to correct your wording. Solitary confinement refers to a means of punishing a person's psychological and mental state. This activity did not cut off your food and water. Although the living conditions were simpler, they were more convenient than camping in tents. There was no intention to harm anyone, and we did not intend to keep you on a deserted island for the rest of your lives. As for how to arrange the activities, that is the student council's job. Evaluating the activities is not something you can decide on your own."

Yukino Yukinoshita guards the pass, displaying remarkable skill and decisiveness, defeating challengers in just a few moves.

"Bai Ying confessed on the radio! He was abusing his power!"

The third young player is on the field!

"This has nothing to do with whether Bai Jun is the student council president. Procedurally speaking, you can do similar things if you want to. This has nothing to do with the student council president's authority; it is a personal matter."