Uneasy daily life

Snow beneath the snow brings clarification to the previous misunderstanding.

[How can this be considered a funeral portrait? It's just... cough cough, it's kind of like that. Come to think of it, if a person is conscious after death, wouldn't they just be watching their relatives and friends eat at their funeral while they themselves can't even eat? Many traditional customs are quite interesting to think about.]

Mai Sakurajima tried to salvage the situation, but then gave up.

[Let me start—everyone's here, so eat and drink well, that's the best way to remember 9527! Although she can't be here in person, we can still convey our feelings! I'm sure those far away right now will be happy to hear our sentiments...]

"Wow! Tomorrow I'll make you a giant windmill!"

With a snap, Angelina angrily shut down the video call.

That damned officer! That damned white figure!

Aren't you supposed to be playing Gatanothor tomorrow? Hehehe... I heard Gatanothor was blown to smithereens by Ultraman Tiga!

Angelina began to conceive of the 72 Rebellious Styles and the cooking methods for White Shadow.

"Um, An'an..."

Angelina snapped out of her daze and met her father's strange, hesitant gaze: "Huh? What's wrong?"

“You…you usually…” Anxin’s father took a deep breath, his voice rising, “You usually throw lewd parties?! An’an! Your relationship is already messy enough, how…how could it get even more messy?!”

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Angelina froze, her mind racing—before she could even come to a conclusion, her face flushed red, and she pounded on the table in a fit of rage, unleashing a barrage of insults: "What are you saying?! Vulgar! Obscene! Lacks emotional intelligence! You greasy, sexually delusional middle-aged man!"

Puff puff puff puff puff—!

Anxin's father was instantly engulfed by flashing swords: "Isn't that what you just said?!"

“I was just saying it offhand!” Angelina brandished her fingers like claws, waving them around wildly. “How could we possibly do such a frivolous thing?!”

"Yes, yes, I misunderstood and said the wrong thing..." Anxin's father coughed a few times awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject, "So what do you usually do?"

"usually?"

Angelina picked up her chopsticks to continue eating, then tilted her head in confusion for a moment: "Some are going to school, some are going to work."

"That's it?"

"Otherwise what?"

“Uh… I know you have to go to school and work, and Mai Sakurajima and Kazuka Toyohama also have acting jobs…” Anshinin’s father gestured enthusiastically, “Besides these superficial jobs, how do you save the world?”

"Huh?" Angelina looked completely bewildered. "When did we save the world?"

"Didn't you already save me once? I remember it all!" Anxinyuan's father pressed on, "Is there some kind of mysterious organization? Does it operate like the police? What kind of bad guys are they dealing with? Uh, are there any confidentiality agreements? Was our ability to remember the previous events an accident?"

Angelina couldn't help but put on a deadpan expression: "The mysterious organization does exist, the Scarlet Theatre Troupe that tours everywhere. As for how to find it—first, take out your phone, make sure it's connected to WiFi, open your browser, enter 'Scarlet Theatre Troupe' into the search engine, click on the first result, and you can watch various performance videos of the Scarlet Theatre Troupe..."

Anxinyuan's father: "Huh?"

“I’m a superpowered person, and I still go to school every day,” Angelina complained. “Dad, what strange things are you thinking? If I were saving the world every day, wouldn’t this world be too dangerous? As for before…”

Angelina thought for a moment and said, "Well, just consider it a very rare accident, one that's unlikely to happen again. An asteroid hitting Earth is much more probable."

"That's good." Anxinyuan's mother couldn't help but ask, "You don't usually do things like fighting bad guys, do you?"

“A bad guy?” Angelina asked subtly. “Mom, are you talking about White Shadow? I do often hang him on the wall.”

Anxinyuan's parents exchanged strange glances.

Should I say I'm relieved or even more worried?

"Ahem..." Anxinyuan's mother said, "You seem to have a good relationship with them?"

"Good relationship?" Angelina tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then picked up a fried shrimp and put it in her mouth. "Mom, now that you ask if we're good or not, I'm starting to wonder if we're even good... just like when I said you and Dad are pretty good friends."

Anxinyuan's father, head held high and chest puffed out, said, "Of course that's great!"

Anxinyuan's mother glanced at her husband, telling him to shut up, and then subtly inquired, "Why are they having a gathering together instead of going home to celebrate the holiday? Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are quite popular here in Japan too."

"Going home for the holiday? Shiro is an international student, it's quite troublesome for her to go back. The Yukinoshita sisters' families know about the situation, they should have told them. Sakurajima-senpai and Toyohama are usually busy with work, and they had some... conflicts with their families before?" Angelina pondered for a moment, then stopped thinking about it. "Oh well, it's just a holiday, it's all the same no matter where you are."

Anxinyuan's mother asked in confusion, "Then why didn't you go to the gathering over there?"

“Because I misunderstood what Yukinoshita meant,” Paddy Angelina said casually. “Besides, it’s the same whether I spend Christmas Eve at home with you… Hmm? Mom, what exactly do you want to ask?”

Angelina belatedly realized why her parents looked like they had a million questions today.

"Of course we're concerned about your situation," Anxin's father said. "You go to and from school every day without any reaction... Your mother and I have heard all sorts of things you've said, it would be strange if we weren't worried."

"Uh...really?"

Angelina thought for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "Oh, really, there's no need to worry. Even though the relationship is a bit strange, we're not bad people, and we're all just doing our own things normally. They were just joking; they weren't really isolating or ostracizing us..."

“That makes sense.” Anxin’s mother said thoughtfully. “Those girls all sound very independent. Some of them have already started working. I guess they’re not so dependent on their families and parents… An’an, shouldn’t you also think about how to become independent?”

Angelina was taken aback: "Huh?"

Anxin's father waved his hand: "An'an, don't worry about those things! We parents are the starting line for our children. I'll build an empire for our daughter..."

"I had some ideas before, and I'll try them out when I have time off. I'll keep Dad's legacy for myself."

Angelina directly issued a declaration of independence.

"Huh? Why?!"

“Dad, you feel proud and happy to spoil your daughter, but the spoiled daughter will feel embarrassed and strange. In Bai Ying’s words, when the way of expression is wrong, there is no difference between good intentions and malice.”

"Goo!"

"An'an is right, here's a chicken leg for you as a reward!"

"Mmm, delicious..."

Angelina had a very happy evening.

……

In the early morning, sunlight gradually streamed into the house until it filled most of the space.

In the living room, the white figure slowly opened her eyes.

The original furniture was moved to make room, and a few quilts were pieced together to make a large floor mat. Then three more quilts and five pillows were brought in—thus providing the physical basis for the legendary practice of sleeping together under the same quilt in the imperial harem.

The white figure shifted its gaze, looked around, and met the eyes of Yukino Yukinoshita, who had also opened her eyes.

"How are you feeling, Haku-kun?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked softly.

"I suddenly understand why ancient emperors' harems were detached houses, and why couples who have been together for a long time tend to sleep in separate rooms," Bai Ying concluded. "Because sleeping and eating are more important than physical intimacy."

The scene was catastrophic.

The floor mats were too hard, and everyone was uncomfortable sleeping on them. When people are uncomfortable sleeping on them, they tend to unconsciously react differently than usual. Because there were so many people, each person's reaction could easily affect others, eventually creating a disastrous chain reaction.

Toyohama Kazuka was the one with the most chaotic sleeping posture. She had taken over the entire blanket and rolled herself up haphazardly, her feet sticking out under the blanket covering Yukino Yukinoshita. Yukino Yukinoshita seemed to sense that Toyohama Kazuka was a bit too close, so she moved towards Shiro. Whether she was squeezed or just sleeping crookedly, the back of her head was precisely wedged between the two pillows where there was no pillow. Shiro didn't know what she had done while she was asleep. Her right hand was pinned under Yukino Yukinoshita, and her left foot was trapped between Sakurajima Mai's feet. Meanwhile, the still unconscious Sakurajima Mai was not covered by the blanket on her lower body, feeling the cold winter air, while her upper body was squeezed under the blanket with Yukino Yukinoshita Haruno, who had unknowingly curled up into a ball...

"Kick-kick--!"

The white shadow emitted a powerful crowing sound, like an alarm clock.

After a long night together, Yukino Yukinoshita had a stiff neck and was massaging it, Mai Sakurajima sneezed and had some mild cold symptoms, Kazuha Toyohama did a set of morning exercises to relieve her aches and pains, and Haruno Yukinoshita unconsciously yawned, looking like she hadn't slept well.

"As it turns out, sleeping is like using the toilet; the more people there are, the less comfortable it becomes. The most comfortable sleeping experience is lying on a big bed alone, moving around freely. With more people, it's easy for territorial disputes to break out."

Bai Ying made the above summary, and then Sakurajima Mai slapped her: "We're having breakfast, don't say such disgusting things."

"What about you, sister? Do you have any thoughts or experiences?" Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her neck and glanced at the person who suggested sleeping together.

Yukinoshita suggested again, "Next time, let's try a different position. Let the jerk be in the center, and the others sleep around him like a platter..."

“That’s good.” Bai Ying nodded. “Then let your head face my feet. Don’t worry, I don’t have athlete’s foot.”

Yukinoshita Haruno said in a serious tone, "It's okay, we'll just point our feet at you."

Bai Ying frowned: "It's a poison gas attack? 9528, are you trying to kill me?"

"Let's leave it at that," Mai Sakurajima said, rubbing her head. "Today is Christmas, and we're having a Christmas ball... Even though I didn't sleep well, I still need to cheer up."

"Ugh... I need to go for a run to warm up and perk myself up..." Feng Bin and Hua complained, rubbing their backs and shoulders. "I have to dance this afternoon! I'm never sleeping with you guys again! It's so uncomfortable!"

"Hmm—" Yukino Yukinoshita, who made the suggestion, immediately changed the subject, "How does it feel, you rascal? The four of us will sleep with you, are you happy?"

"I'm very happy."

Bai Ying nodded immediately, and before Yukinoshita could reply, she continued, "When I woke up and found my foot caught in the sand, I thought it was you secretly bothering me. But when I turned around and saw it was Hero Plus, I was pleasantly surprised..."

Yukino Yukinoshita said seriously, "Well, if we're going to live together in the future, let's sleep in separate rooms. That way, we can give that jerk a tough choice."

Yukino glanced speechlessly at her sister, who was relentlessly stirring up trouble, and couldn't help but pinch her stiff neck again.

Today, the group of people didn't wake up very happily.

Chapter 82 Christmas Opening

Christmas.

A holiday that provides an excuse to eat, drink, have fun, take a break, offer discounts, and promote various things.

The main gate of Zongwu High School opened to the public temporarily for one day, and various Christmas decorations were already placed at the entrance. The gatekeeper was slightly more alert, carefully watching everyone entering the school, and also registering those from outside the school to avoid any mistakes.

After taking some footage, the reporters invited by the school glanced at the schedule: "It's almost time for the performance, shouldn't we go to the venue?"

"No rush, the people from Haibin Comprehensive should be arriving soon." The head of the teaching department, who was receiving the reporter, couldn't help but check the time—Haibin shouldn't have misremembered the time, right?

Just then, a distant horn sounded.

School buses from Haibin Comprehensive High School arrived one after another, with the lead bus parked on the side of the road directly facing the school gate.

Just as the reporter looked up and was about to say something, the school bus door opened.

A boy got off the bus first, then turned around, reached out his hand, took another hand, and moved backward as if leading a girl off the school bus.

The two smiled at each other, hooked their arms around each other's elbows, and walked together toward the gate of Soubu High School, bathed in the perfect sunlight.

The reporter seemed to be triggered by professional instinct, and subconsciously pointed the camera at the camera.

The boy was dressed in a butler's uniform, bright white as snow, with a light beige lining at the collar and a swallowtail hem at the back. His brows seemed to hold the mist of a mountain forest, and his face seemed to hold the radiance of a clear river. He was incredibly handsome. The girl wore an evening gown, as black as night, which accentuated her fair skin. She wore black silk stockings, and her gentle smile was like the moon shining brightly. Her eyes were like a vast ocean with stars hidden in them, just as the gentle night was hard to dispel.

Noticing someone was bringing the camera closer, the two simultaneously turned their gaze slightly away and nodded and smiled in the direction of the reporter.

Click!

A talented man and a beautiful woman, complementing each other perfectly.

The reporter glanced at the camera and exclaimed, "Wow, my photography skills are amazing!"

Passing the couple who had already entered Zongwu High School, the reporter noticed that every few meters behind, a couple dressed in various formal attire would stride in, giving the impression of a grand ball opening with guests dressed up and entering in an orderly fashion.

After one school bus had finished disembarking, it restarted and headed towards the parking area, where another school bus took its place, and couples continued to pour out of the doors. It gave one the strange feeling of leaping into a toilet with the grace of a galloping horse, pouring cola into a teapot to drink, and then sitting upright on a chair – a truly peculiar sensation.

But it must be said that this performance was quite impressive.

The reporter, while taking photos, remarked, "Students these days are quite creative."

The head of the teaching department looked a little stiff: "Uh...yes, that's true."

"Speaking of which...that boy and girl in the front row, the girl looks familiar...hmm...isn't that Mai Sakurajima? Inviting a popular actress to a school event? They really have connections." The reporter muttered, "Hey? That boy also looks kind of familiar..."

Just as the reporter was recalling, he suddenly saw the boy. He had taken a detour from some school gate and went straight to the last school bus. He reached out and led another girl, dressed in formal attire, off. The two of them walked arm in arm toward Zongwu High School.

The girl wore a bright yellow dance dress, a small hat tilted to one side, and crystal sandals on her feet. Each mussel she wore was bright and distinct, and her golden hair was tied up in the same style as the sun, giving her a graceful and charming appearance.

Seemingly noticing the reporter's camera again, the boy and girl turned their heads and smiled. The boy's smile was composed, while the girl's smile was charming.

The reporter suddenly remembered: "Isn't that boy Bai Ying? The screenwriter who always gets into trouble with me..."

For some reason, I suddenly feel like I can look forward to this school-organized event.

"That reporter must have been saying how handsome I am."

"That's impossible. It must be because you walked with your sister first, and then you walked with me later."

"Who told you not to hold onto the other arm of the 'Brave Plus' and walk together? How pretentious."

"Climb, climb, climb, so dramatic! If you're so capable, let me walk alone~ Humph!"

Long lines of two people walked into the venue one after another. Before the performance officially began, high school students from two schools and elementary school students from one school gathered together, along with teachers and other school staff, creating a noisy scene with all sorts of sounds in the venue.

Compared to the Soubu High School students, who were playing on home turf and hadn't even changed into formal attire, the students from the Seaside Comprehensive High School had donned all sorts of formal wear, creating a significant visually overwhelming effect.

Shirokage, Toyohama, and Hana slipped backstage, where many people were making final preparations for their performances. Yukino Yukinoshita, as the overall coordinator, was busy running around, checking the program schedule to ensure everyone was present. Meanwhile, various performance props were scattered backstage, the most eye-catching of which was a Gatanothor suit.

Resembling a giant nautilus shell, the sheath stood in the corner. The upper part, like a spiral shell, was layered with dense black dots, and the crisscrossing grooves gave it a fleshy texture. The inverted head was located at the lower opening, with a wide, flat mouth that was wide open, revealing a ring of fine, sharp teeth. The lower part consisted of numerous tentacles and a pair of huge pincers supporting the body, exuding a seafood Cthulhu vibe.

Props made by a master craftsman are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.