Uneasy daily life

"Hiss! No way?" Angelina panicked. "Sir! Calm down. A backflip at 7,200 degrees in three seconds will only shake your head evenly, it won't generate any inspiration!"

The white figure clicked its tongue: "Where exactly can we find inspiration..."

“Uh…sir, didn’t you have someone to cite recently?” Angelina thought for a moment and quickly offered a suggestion, “The dark history between Kaori Orimoto and Hikigaya, wouldn’t that be a great subject to cite…”

Wait a minute! Did I say something that shifted the blame?!

Angelina's words faltered as the image of Hachiman Hikigaya's death began to flash through her mind—"Oh dear! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"No, no," Bai Ying said seriously. "To make the performance most spectacular, there's no better way than to achieve a surprise victory! If I detonate the general's weapon beforehand, it will increase his resistance and expose my plan, preventing the performance from reaching its most breathtaking effect..."

"That's it..."

Angelina breathed a sigh of relief. "I killed Hachiman, not because of me, but because of Bai!"

"Hmm... but it's already been exposed, hasn't it?" Angelina pondered. "Hachiman not only met with Orimoto Kaori, but Yui Hama was also there... Could it be that Hichiman is hiding this?"

"Haha, of course not."

Bai Ying smiled and waved her hand: "After I repeatedly pounded it until it was bouncy and tender, and then fried and stewed it by the Deadly Chef, it has already admitted that it is a subordinate of the popular guy. It will definitely tell Yui Hama about the past and honestly protect its relationship with the Deadly Chef..."

Angelina said disappointedly, "Oh? Then it won't be effective at all."

"Hehehe..." The white figure chuckled mysteriously, "But he definitely overlooked his relationship with Orimoto Kaori."

Angelina fell into thought, but couldn't come up with anything.

Human relationships are really complicated.

As the two strolled through the campus chatting, they came to the playground and suddenly discovered that it was now filled with a large group of elementary school students.

The playground was bustling with elementary school students, who were scattered in groups. Teachers from outside the school guided different classes, while several teachers and students from the school also served as greeters.

Angelina glanced around and couldn't help but say, "Elementary school... Sir, we're still elementary school classmates in this life."

"What? Want to team up with me again as the two elementary school bullies?"

"Get out of here! You've been bullying others since elementary school!"

Bullying others...

boom!

Bai Ying raised her hand and tapped her head, squeezing out the colored substance and clearing her mind to avoid hindering the generation of inspiration.

"Huh?" Angelina said in surprise, "Sir, you don't need to feel guilty for not being human, do you? You've been doing inhuman things for a long time."

"Too long to read, you've been getting more and more disrespectful to me lately... huh?"

The white figure suddenly looked up and gazed at the playground.

On the edge of the playground, Yumiko Miura, who was in charge of dealing with the elementary school students, was waving vigorously in this direction.

"The plot has been triggered! Too long to read, follow me!"

"oh oh!"

Chapter Seventy-Three: When Your Hair Reaches Your Waist...

As a partner in the joint event, the children strolled around, admiring the scenery of Sobu High School and whispering among themselves.

Wow, what a big school!

"This playground is huge..."

"This isn't a playground, it's a soccer field."

"No football field is that big!"

"That's how big the football field looks on TV!"

Led by their teachers and assistants, the children visited the playground, canteen, and teaching building in turn, before entering the spacious venue prepared for the event.

"Alright, today we're going to fold little stars and make decorations. Let's all learn how to do it!"

The teacher clapped her hands and began demonstrating a simple process for making handmade jewelry.

The children were especially happy to be in their new environment. They excitedly began to learn, not only carefully noting down the methods for making the crafts, but also competing with their friends to see who could fold the most angular little stars and who could blow up the biggest balloons that wouldn't burst...

“A very energetic free workforce.”

In a corner of the venue, Bai Ying commented: "To find joy in labor, to find happiness in labor, to experience the self-satisfaction of transforming the world through labor, to realize one's self-worth through labor—what kind of spirit is this? This is the truly noble spirit of labor! Those cheap laborers find exhaustion in labor, numbness in labor, the pain of being transformed by the world through labor, and the emptiness of self-denial through labor. I suggest we learn from them; these adults are not even as good as elementary school students!"

Angelina, observing the situation, exclaimed, "Oh, oh—"

“The little stars they fold and the decorations they make will all adorn the event venue. They can enjoy the fruits of their labor from the event, so this comparison is inappropriate.” Miura Yumiko rarely showed a hint of her high-achieving nature, but this was quickly dispelled by her impatient tone. “I didn’t come to you to discuss social philosophy. I have a very… very serious question!”

Angelina nodded: "Oh, oh—"

Bai Ying shook her head and sighed, "Such a clever mind, how did it get caught up in love?"

"#!"

Yumiko Miura said irritably, "Have you said enough? If you've said enough, then listen to me!"

Bai Ying: "Please."

Angelina: "Mmm."

“Look…” Miura Yumiko was about to say something when she suddenly stopped and looked at Angelina—what are you doing here?

"What's wrong?" Angelina blinked in confusion, taking a step closer to the white figure. "I'm the commander's right-hand woman!"

Bai Ying asked curiously, "Everyone knows you're interested in the prince, so why are you still hiding it? Is there something wrong with the prince?"

"Tsk... Never mind." Miura Yumiko shook her head decisively and said in a deep voice, "Look at that elementary school student—the one sitting alone on the stool next to the group of elementary school students on the left, that's Tsurumi Rumi."

Bai Ying and Angelina followed the directions and looked over.

Inside the venue, the children naturally formed small groups as they did crafts. From an outsider's perspective, it was easy to spot an oddity among the elementary school students—a little girl sitting alone on a bench, wearing a pink soft hat, with long, black hair and M-shaped bangs, her eyes focused intently on her hands, burying herself in making colorful origami stars.

Yumiko Miura said in a deep voice, "You've figured it out, haven't you?"

Angelina scratched her head and said, "Uh...a normal elementary school student, right? Although he seems a bit withdrawn."

“Hmm…this aura of being aloof from the world and unconventional…” Bai Ying pondered, “He has great talent. If he were to become my disciple for further study, he might become the next generation’s top student.”

Yumiko Miura took a deep breath and clicked her tongue, "Shirakage, don't you think she looks a lot like Yukinoshita?"

Bai Ying replied instantly, "I don't do pedophilia, how could I look at an elementary school student with the same eyes I use to look at women!"

Miura Yumiko's eye twitched.

"Wow! Look closely, she really does look like Yukinoshita!" Angelina stared intently for a moment. "The hairstyle is similar... and the expressionless face is also similar... she looks even more like Yukinoshita than Yuki or Haruno!"

Bai Ying frowned deeply and muttered, "Oh dear, Big Brother is probably going to be cleaved in two by Auntie..."

"?"

Miura Yumiko was getting a little frustrated. She wouldn't have bothered with this guy if she hadn't been completely desperate to find someone else to talk to! She said in a deep voice, "You should understand what I mean, right?"

“Of course.” Bai Ying nodded slightly. “You’ve developed a competitive spirit towards a primary school student.”

Yumiko Miura's expression twisted +1.

Bai Ying added, "You suspect that His Highness wants to smelt virgins."

Yumiko Miura's expression twisted +2.

“Don’t talk nonsense! I… I didn’t think that!” Miura Yumiko emphasized. “I was just concerned about Hayato’s feelings…”

Angelina belatedly realized what was happening and opened her eyes wide, subconsciously scanning the venue before spotting Hayato Hayama with the children.

Hayato Hayama seemed to say something to the children around him, then picked up his craft materials, smiled, and got up to leave—he went straight in the direction of the little girl!

"Hey?!"

Angelina gasped in surprise, "No way? This is illegal, isn't it?"

"9527, that's not quite right," Bai Ying said earnestly. "What do you think about a 21-year-old and a 16-year-old being together?"

Angelina thought for a moment: "Hmm—older man/younger woman relationship? No problem."

“That’s right.” Bai Ying smiled. “They are 17 and 12 years old now, so it won’t be a problem in the future.”

"That seems to be true..." Angelina's thoughts wandered, "It's called 'raising' in light novels..."

clap clap!

Yumiko Miura's expression gradually became out of control, and the pressure was mounting.

Why is this happening? I felt much more relaxed and happy with Hayato after returning from the deserted island, and there seemed to be some progress... Why is this happening?

A primary school student who happened to look a lot like Yukinoshita clearly aroused Hayato's desire to make contact.

She hadn't thought too much about it before, but she felt that if Hayato got close to the other person, he would easily get caught up in past memories, which would make him lose interest in romance and make her chances even slimmer.

Is it possible for them? They're five years apart in age!

Now, Miura Yumiko had a twisted idea. She looked up and saw Hayama Hayato sitting down next to the little girl with craft materials in hand. Neither of them seemed to be saying anything; they were just doing their crafts... Clearly, something was wrong!

They are only five years apart!

Yumiko Miura decisively raised her hand, stopping the two who were whispering amongst themselves, her gaze piercing: "White Shadow! Go and stir things up, use your best acting skills to ruin the atmosphere!"

"OK! Leave it to me!"

Bai Ying made a gesture, straightened her collar, and strode off with an arrogant gait.

……

Two people sit on a bench, each at one end, quietly doing handicrafts.

Hayato Hayama didn't say anything, nor did Rumi Tsurumi. The two simply folded paper stars in silence, as if they had just happened to be sitting in the same place.

A voice broke the somewhat eerie silence.

"Hayato-nii-san—" A primary school student excitedly came over, holding up a paper star with different shaped points in his palm. "Look! I can do it!"

"Didn't I say I had a lot of crafts to do?"

Hayato Hayama sighed, but still reached out and tore off a strip of paper, deftly and quickly folding it into a perfect pentagram: "Here, you did very well, this is a reward."

He placed the paper stars into the elementary school students' hands, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Tsurumi Rumi standing up with her craft materials at the other end of the bench.

It's obviously not a good idea to call out to the other person in this situation...

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared behind Tsurumi Rumi. Tsurumi Rumi, who had just stood up, turned around and bumped into the other person's stomach.

A thought inexplicably flashed through Hayama Hayato's mind: Oh ho.

"Hey kid, watch where you're going! How come you bumped into me, the student council president, without even looking?"

Bai Ying had one hand behind her back and raised the other, pressing down on Tsurumi Rumi's soft hat to steady her as she swayed.

Rumi Tsurumi instinctively said, "Sorry."

"Hmm, that's very polite." Bai Ying asked with a smile, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Rumi Tsurumi." Rumi Tsurumi gave a brief reply and prepared to walk around her... around...

His head was grabbed.

Rumi Tsurumi looked up somewhat blankly, and before she could speak, the other person's voice reached her ears: "Making crafts? Why don't you do it with the others? It's so much more fun to do it together."

These were words she'd heard countless times, and they were incredibly annoying… Tsurumi Rumi frowned, instinctively shaking her head to try and break free: “It’s just crafting, there’s no need for us to do it together, is there? Can you let go of my hand?”

"Huh? Oh, I didn't notice." Bai Ying released her hand without changing her expression and said earnestly, "You don't have any friends, do you? That won't do. People always need to make friends. You need to be more proactive and get along well with everyone..."

"boring."

Rumi Tsurumi felt her anger rising with each word the other person spoke, and subconsciously retorted. Then, a sense of tension quickly welled up in her heart, and she looked back at the white figure with a cold but timid gaze. Her smile froze and gradually disappeared, and she began to look expressionless.

Who told this guy to talk like a teacher when he's not one? Hmm, I should have just said "uh-huh" and "okay" to indicate I understood and brushed it off...

This person shouldn't be a violent maniac, right?

Just as the girl's mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, Bai Ying's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Heh, you really don't have any friends."

"#!"

The anger that had already begun to cool down suddenly surged again!

Rumi Tsurumi's eyes widened in surprise: "I'm just too lazy to talk to those idiots..."

The white figure sneered, "You have no friends."