Uneasy daily life

"No, we'll go to the Grand Club and guide the lost members back on track."

"You're not talking about those two members from the other day, are you?"

"Those two are temporary workers, while Kohei Imamura is the only one who has officially joined the department."

"How pitiful..."

"He looks pretty much like the average person, and with a little grooming, he could even compete in a male beauty pageant."

"Our Aid and Service Department should unite as one and help each other!"

"Very good, you are already an excellent member of the Crimson Troupe!"

"No, no! Cough cough, hey! Bai Ying, I suddenly have a great idea—I'll put you in both the men's and women's beauty pageants! With your excellent ability to set the pace, winning will be a piece of cake. When you walk onto the podium alone, the audience will be completely dumbfounded. That will be really interesting!"

"Your script idea is good; it can be considered as one of the backup plans."

"What do you mean by 'backup'?!"

Angelina clenched her little fist indignantly: "Don't you have a more impactful plan? Sending an ordinary-looking handsome guy onto the field is just no fun at all!"

"That depends on the situation, but I have faith in General Number Two," Bai Ying said leisurely. "I see profound potential within him. As long as we can find a way to unleash it, he will surely astound the world!"

“Profound potential?” Angelina blinked, then asked cryptically, “Uh…you mean superpowers?”

Bai Ying shook her head: "9527, our Crimson Troupe doesn't only accept people with superpowers. It's just that many people don't have the talent or potential to join the Crimson Troupe. I think General Number 2 might have that talent..."

"Oh... what the heck is a superpower patient?!"

Angelina rolled her eyes, still somewhat skeptical.

Does an ordinary college student have the potential to become a member of the Scarlet Theatre Troupe? Is it even possible? It seems highly improbable!

How could a mentally ill person possibly get into university?

What shocking statement? It's just Bai Ying spouting nonsense again, as usual.

While Angelina's belly was chirping softly, the two had already arrived at the diving shop. As soon as they entered, they saw Nanaka Kotegawa minding the shop at the counter.

"Are you two here for diving?"

Nanaka Kotegawa smiled gently and waved her hand in greeting, saying, "The weather's nice today, you could try going to another dive shop."

"Huh? What other dive sites have? Tuna?"

"Uh, normally there won't be any. If you want to experience activities related to tuna, you'll have to go out to sea by boat and try sea fishing."

"Oh, do you have any diving spots with particularly good scenery? Oh, and by the way, do you sell underwater cameras here?"

"We're a diving experience shop, only selling general-purpose diving equipment and primarily providing diving experience services. For professional equipment like underwater cameras, I recommend you buy from a reputable store, but I can give you some information..."

"Uh-huh--"

"What are you talking about!" Bai Ying reached out and pinched Angelina's swaying ponytail, pulling the girl who had unknowingly gone off-topic aside. "We're here to find Imamura Kohei. Is he here? A boy with long blond hair."

"A boy with long blond hair? Oh, he's Iori's friend, right? I saw him just now."

Nanaka Kotegawa smiled and said, "I'll take you to his room; perhaps he's already decorated it."

"Setting up a room? Doesn't he stay here for two days every day..." Bai Ying did some quick calculations, "Come to think of it, he slept at the entrance of the auditorium on the first day, and on the second day I saw him sleeping in the classroom where he had classes..."

Angelina's brow twitched slightly: "Homeless-style boarding?"

"Sigh, Iori's probably just too excited about starting university, so he likes to travel around. It's really a headache," Nanaka Kotegawa said with a helpless smile. "Today, he's been quite diligent in decorating his room so he can go out and play sooner..."

Can that be called going out for fun? It looks more like being drunk and never coming home!

A string of question marks appeared above Angelina's head.

"Hmm?" Bai Ying suddenly stroked her chin. "Why is there a man's scream?"

"Really?" Angelina listened carefully. "You must have misheard."

Bai Ying pondered: "It sounds like the voice of Commander Number 2, mixed with a hint of incomprehension, a hint of anger at being discarded after the enemy is defeated, and a hint of dying fear in his cries..."

Angelina: "Oh."

As the two were whispering to each other, Nanaka Kotegawa arrived at a door and knocked: "Iori."

With a click, the door opened a crack, and Kitahara Iori hurriedly squeezed out through the gap before quickly closing the door. Sweating profusely, she forced a smile and said, "Ah! Nanaka-nee! Is something the matter?"

“Your friend is here to see you.” Nanaka Kotegawa gestured to the side. “Also, I thought I’d come and help you.”

Kitahara Iori looked at the white figure and Angelina, and suddenly a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turning pale with tension.

"No, that won't be necessary. You take them downstairs and wait, I'll be there in a minute..."

There is a situation!

Bai Ying's eyes flashed, and she was about to speak when a very magnetic male voice suddenly came from the room.

Even if you were a man, I wouldn't mind...

The air suddenly went quiet, and then the voice of another man that appeared became even clearer.

Really? Actually, I feel the same way about you...

In a flash, the white figure seized the moment when everyone was frozen in place, took a step forward, grabbed the handle, and pushed the door inward.

"Move against the wall immediately, begin the raid on prostitution!"

The scene in the room was revealed to everyone. Kitahara Iori opened his mouth wide, revealing a silent despair reminiscent of the famous painting's cry.

Instead of immediately shutting down their computers and then leaning against the wall to pretend they hadn't broken any laws or regulations, Shinji Tokita and Ryujiro Kotobuki made sure the walls, ceiling, pillows, and other surfaces in the room were visible...

Photos, or rather, color prints of various sizes, were pasted onto each anime-style gay poster without any trace of Photoshop, allowing the white shadow's face to precisely cover the face of each gay man.

Kotegawa Nanaka looked at Kitahara Iori, then at the white figure, her pupils dilating in shock.

Angelina looked at the white figure, then at Kitahara Iori, and questioned the meaning of life.

Bai Ying glanced at Kitahara Iori, then at Imamura Kohei, who seemed to be lying dead on the floor of the room.

He scratched his head, unable to fully grasp the cause and effect for a moment.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a promising prospect.

Chapter 150 Loyalty Beyond Words!

The air was still, and echoes of the past lingered...

I don't want to die!

Kitahara Iori began to struggle: "Nanaka-nee! Let me explain! It's not what you think!"

"Ah, Kitahara-senpai." The white figure hesitated for a moment, then finally let out a long sigh, "You are a good person."

"?"

In the instant Kitahara Iori was stunned, Kotegawa Nanaka had already turned around stiffly. After all, those who gaze into the abyss also feel as if they are being gazed into the abyss.

"Haha, um, I don't quite understand this. I'll go call a friend..."

Nanaka Kotegawa moved with seemingly stiff, uncoordinated movements, but actually left the room, which was teeming with gay men, with lightning speed.

"Nana Hana-nee-san—!"

Kitahara Iori felt her future was bleak, and in grief and anger, she knelt down and slammed her fist into the ground: "Damn it! Why did this happen!"

"Don't worry, it seems your cousin's friend isn't herself," Bai Ying encouraged. "It means she's not just making an excuse to get away, but genuinely intends to ask her friend how she'll face the situation if she finds out her cousin is gay..."

"Isn't that even more tragic?!"

Kitahara Iori scratched his head in frustration. Suddenly, he heard a clicking sound and turned to see Angelina taking pictures of the wall and ceiling: "...May I ask what you're doing?"

I'm collecting materials that I don't know if they count as my embarrassing past, and I'll share them with others later so we can all gossip together.

Angelina said seriously, "As Bai Ying's girlfriend, I'm collecting evidence of your stalking behavior! Do you have anything to confess?"

"It's all this guy's fault!"

Kitahara Iori lifted Imamura Kohei up, her expression so agitated it bordered on criminal: "This guy posted all the photos! I'm not a stalker, he is!"

"Nonsense!" Kohei Imamura, who had been lying down, excitedly revived. "Who are you calling gay? I only like anime! Long live lesbians!"

"Then how did you manage to produce these color prints of gay men and white figures?!"

"If it weren't for helping you, would I have gone through all this mental pollution to find materials? As for Bai Ying's photos, are photos of a public figure that hard to find? They're everywhere online!"

"So you went to great lengths to frame me?!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to decorate the room with tastes completely opposite to mine?!"

As they tugged at each other, they raised their feet as if to insult each other's "little brothers." Kitahara Iori said with a ferocious expression, "Is this what you like?! Stop making excuses, confess your crimes right now and then get on the execution rack!"

"No way! The opposite of a guy like me who likes otome games is a fujoshi who likes gay men, right?!"

"You bastard, can you please get out of the world of anime before you start looking for antonyms?!"

"Shut up! You piece of trash who criticizes others when they help them!"

"So why is it a photo of a white figure?"

Angelina raised her hand curiously to ask a question.

"Of course it's because I'm so thoughtful!" Kohei Imamura blurted out. "Considering that you're ultimately just a piece of trash in the real world and might not like two-dimensional men, I specifically chose a three-dimensional man. And since you have a rumored relationship with Shirokage, it means that your target is Shirokage, so naturally I had to choose Shirokage's photo!"

Angelina blinked, scratched her head, and wondered why she couldn't understand Japanese even though she could understand it.

Bai Ying sighed, "Senior Beiyuan, you can't be a mistress and seduce me into having an affair. That's immoral."

"Get out of here! I like beautiful women! Big-breasted beauties!"

Kitahara Iori was furious and shoved Imamura Kohei away, yelling, "Enough! You good-for-nothing, don't try to help me!"

"Tch!" Kohei Imamura retorted angrily. "If this won't work and that won't work, then tell me, what are we going to do?!"

"I'll decorate the room to please Nanaka-nee, and then she'll let me pass the test and allow me to go out to the social party!"

Kitahara Iori clenched her fist, a confident smile spreading across her face: "That's right! This is the correct approach!"

"Nanaka's favorite room?" Ryujiro Kotobuki stroked his chin. "Tokita, what does Nanaka like? It seems like she likes everything, doesn't it? I really can't think of anything she particularly likes..."

Shinji Tokita scratched his head and said, "For us, the best room to decorate is definitely the one filled with alcohol, right? As for Nanaka... she really likes the atmosphere of the shop, so she would probably be very happy if we decorated the room to resemble the shop."

“Indeed.” Bai Ying nodded. “That way, when we visit Kitahara-senpai in the future, we can turn Kitahara-senpai’s room into a bar and hold a cocktail party right there.”

Kitahara Iori stared at her senior expressionlessly, who then turned and whistled indifferently.

Indeed, relying on heaven, earth, seniors, or otaku is not as good as relying on yourself!

"Hmph! Isn't it obvious what Nanaka-nee likes?!"

Kitahara Iori flashed a confident smile.

The first step is to remove all the items in the room that are associated with homosexuality.

The second step is to take back Kohei Imamura's otaku outfit and renovate it.

The third step involves using printed photos of Chisa Kotegawa to perform head transplants on individual anime girls.

"This is the room that Nanaka-nee would like!"

Kitahara Iori breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief after all the hardships: "Senpai, we can go to the social party soon!"

“White Shadow…” Angelina muttered blankly, “The Scarlet Troupe won’t have to worry about talent reserves anymore. Human diversity is truly amazing.”

Bai Ying stroked her chin: "Hmm—I have a small question about your brilliant plan."

Kitahara Iori waved her hand dismissively, a sense of accomplishment in her expression: "Speak!"

Bai Ying asked curiously, "A man stays at a relative's house and then plasters his cousin's photos all over his room. When will this man be kicked out of the house by his relatives?"

Kitahara Iori: "..."

Oh no! I was only thinking about what Nana-chan would like, and how I could get past Nana-chan quickly so I could meet girls at the social party!

"Ha, even I, who lacks common sense, can't stand it anymore." Kohei Imamura shook his head slightly. "Kitahara, driven by lust..."

"Wait! There's still time! Let's restore the setup first—"

boom.

"Iori, would you like some tea...?"

Chisa Kotegawa pushed open the door and entered, her words abruptly ending.

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