Uneasy daily life

Before Bai Ying could finish speaking, the Peking Opera clown on the stage blinked and raised his hand in his direction, throwing a flying kiss.

"Chirp~"

"..."

The white figure immediately retorted: "Tui!"

It's settled! You still say you didn't do it?!

The others all gave the impression of knowing everything, and subconsciously focused their attention on the girl on stage. Although it was unlikely for a boyfriend to do so, it was impossible for a girlfriend not to care.

Just then, cheering and jeers erupted from a corner of the audience.

"Well done! Hahaha!"

"Aina, you're the best! Pfft!"

"YAHO—! The best!"

Several boys from the tennis club were waving and cheering loudly in support.

Encouraged, the Peking Opera clown on stage waved enthusiastically to the audience, making exaggerated facial expressions and blowing kisses, which drew laughter from the audience.

“It seems to have nothing to do with Haku-kun.” Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly, keenly sensing a strange tone in the cheers of the tennis club. “This kind of approach of putting others up there to make a fool of them for the audience’s amusement is not Haku-kun’s style.”

Bai Ying clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Xue Qingtian makes a clear judgment!"

Yukino Yukinoshita teased, "Given Haku's style, he should at least go on stage and act as the clown himself."

“Oh dear…” Yukino Yukinoshita said meaningfully, “People who would rather be clowns probably find meaning in their existence through the identity of a clown? Everyone should be careful not to let the scoundrels get close to the girls on stage, lest they accidentally steal their hearts.”

"Stop joking, I'm not that gentle. When a colleague tries to pull off such a shoddy performance, I only—"

Bai Ying adjusted her facial expression and pointed to the Peking Opera clown on the stage...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

A loud and exaggerated laugh rang out, almost drowning out the jeering and laughter of the other audience members, attracting a bunch of curious glances.

The Peking Opera clown, having finished his performance on stage, seemed to be in a hurry as he left.

The next person to take the stage was also a member of the tennis club, a girl with a single ponytail whose appearance and attire were quite normal.

With the previous Peking Opera clown warming up the atmosphere and creating excitement, and in comparison, this girl clearly left a clearer and more beautiful impression on the audience.

"Tsk, as expected, Izu University is full of talented people."

Bai Ying frowned: "They actually used a move similar to mine. It seems I need to be prepared!"

I have a feeling this beauty pageant is...

The word 'beautiful' here is debatable.

Several college students from reputable universities present all had the same thought flash through their minds.

P.S.: Happy 2025! Wishing everyone good health.

Suddenly, a chaotic, confused, and utterly messy year has passed...

Hopefully, things will turn around this year.

It's only when you start moving that you realize your body is leaking oil everywhere. I'm out of breath after jogging for three minutes, and I'm probably not as healthy as I was when I could run four or five laps around the track in elementary school.

Chapter 8 Izu University Doesn't Raise Dead People

"So my role in the male beauty pageant is that of a heavy-makeup weirdo? To make this shut-in stand out?!"

Kitahara Iori saw a cruel side of the stage and couldn't help but ask a question.

“That’s right, you’re the comedic character.” The seniors said in unison without hesitation, “Wasn’t that what we agreed on before?”

"Just how far are you going to smear my image?!" Kitahara Iori couldn't stand it anymore. "First, there was the drunken naked man in front of the auditorium, then the gay freshman with questionable orientation, and now you're going to make me bear the stigma of being a cross-dressing sissy?!"

If you're burdened with all of these images within just one or two months of the start of the semester, how can you possibly find a girlfriend?

"He'll also be used as a stepping stone to highlight Kohei..."

Kitahara Iori looked at Imamura Kohei with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"They're all radishes, they're all cabbages, they ......"

Kohei Imamura was muttering something strange to himself with his head down.

"what are you doing?"

"Of course, it's the mental preparation before going on stage."

I almost forgot, this guy, despite being handsome, is also a socially awkward shut-in...

Kitahara Iori found some psychological balance and continued to focus on watching the beauties on the stage. Excluding some girls who were obviously trying to cause trouble, the quality of the girls at Izu University was quite good—although they were all from other departments.

"Speaking of which, it should be Chisa's turn by now..."

"It seems like Kotegawa will be next."

"Nana-chan and Azusa-senpai said they wanted to change Chisa's clothes..."

Kitahara Iori stroked her chin, looking at the stage with a hint of anticipation.

The next moment, a flirtatious 'woman' walked onto the stage.

Wearing a white sun hat and an elegant dress, she subtly adjusts her glasses, exuding sophistication, and sways her hips with charm.

A smile plastered on her face reveals a mountain of ugly wrinkles; a flowing skirt accentuates a forest of leg hair. Though her heart may hold hills and valleys, the changing seasons will never bring peace.

In the ensuing silence, the 'woman' walked to the center of the stage, placed her right hand on her hip and leaned forward, blew a kiss with her left hand, winked her right eye, and spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice: "Hello everyone! I'm Nojima Motoko from the Aid and Service Department! I love you all!"

"yue——!"

It's unclear who started it, but a chorus of cheers erupted from the audience.

Wait a minute! Shouldn't this guy have appeared before me?!

Bai Ying glanced at the stage, then without thinking, abruptly turned her gaze to Angelina, whose face was filled with shock.

Hmm? Not from a backstab by someone who said "too long to read"?

Angelina noticed the gaze fixed on her and instinctively met the white figure's eyes. She immediately looked away guiltily and tried to escape...

Bai Ying swiftly grabbed him, raising his hands in a drill-like motion at his temples: "Tell me! Did you drag this pervert onto the stage?!"

He grabbed Angelina's head with both hands and turned it around to look at Nojima Motoko, who was flirting on stage, smiling and waving, seemingly unaware that the breast implants were moving erratically with her movements.

"Gurgle—!" Angelina felt her brain trembling, both psychologically and physically. "It wasn't me!"

"Who else could it be but you?" Bai Ying sneered. "He should have appeared before me!"

Angelina: "Goo!"

Sakurajima Mai rubbed her temples: "Yukino, I think Angelina has already surpassed her."

Kazuka Toyohama bluntly stated, "Pervert number two! Bastard number two!"

"No, no, no, no! It wasn't me!" Angelina struggled. "Although it was planned that he would appear first, it wasn't my idea for him to dress like this!"

"This is already a betrayal—"

Bai Ying suddenly noticed that the others were looking at her with complicated expressions, and couldn't help but roll her eyes and complain, "Isn't it possible that I did ask him to participate in a women's beauty pageant, but how he participated was up to him? How could that be my performance style!"

The group exchanged glances, all sharing the same thought—Izu University, how terrifying.

The commotion, silence, and commotion from the audience did not affect the 'woman' from continuing to present herself.

"I'm honored to have won the Miss Izu Haru Festival beauty pageant, after all, with my unparalleled beauty..."

The woman raised her hand and flicked her long hair, causing her chest to rise, and a suspicious white object fell onto the stage.

The commotion from the sidelines abruptly ceased, leaving only a deathly silence.

The woman looked down and realized that if she bent down to pick it up, the other side would probably fall too, which was not elegant at all.

She smiled at the host and winked, "Excuse me, could you do me a favor and pick up this naughty little guy?"

The audience's attention suddenly shifted from the 'woman' to the host.

In an instant, the host's mind raced, connecting the entire universe in a flash.

Without batting an eye, he bent down to pick up the item from the ground, handed it to 'her', and, with an impeccable smile, said in a very gentlemanly manner, "Miss, your breasts have fallen off."

Hmph, as a member of the Izu University Student Council, what haven't I seen?

The woman took the item, unfazed, pulled open her collar and stuffed it inside, giving a charming smile: "Feels nice, doesn't it? Don't linger, handsome~ My beauty belongs to everyone."

The host's smile cracked, revealing a hint of a demonic face, filled with murderous intent to execute this monster on the spot.

Calm down, I need to calm down...

boom!

From below the stage, someone accurately hit the 'woman' on the head with a mineral water bottle.

"Oops~"

The woman dramatically covered her forehead: "Who? Who used such despicable means to stop me from winning the championship! But there's nothing I can do. Seeing my beautiful and charming figure, I doubt anyone would be confident enough to defeat me..."

In an instant, a bunch of messy plastic bottles, snack bags, and snacks flew onto the stage. Just as the 'woman' was about to step back and dodge, the host suddenly and subtly pushed 'her' from behind.

"Ahem! Due to unforeseen circumstances, this contestant is unable to perform. Let's warmly invite the next contestant!"

The host laughed and tossed a clump of dazed trash backstage.

Dressed in a pinkish dress, Chisa Kotegawa walked out from backstage with a cold expression and square steps, walked to the center of the stage, turned to face the audience, as if she were inspecting the audience at the opening ceremony of a sports meet.

When she met the audience's gaze, her eyes immediately hardened.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers—how...

What a girly girl!

The host handed over the microphone: "Hello, please introduce yourself."

Chisa Kotegawa said in a cold tone, in a very formal manner, "Chisa Kotegawa, a first-year student at Izu University and a member of the Diving Club."

Chisa Kotegawa?

"Huh?" Yukinoshita Haruno asked in surprise, "Annan-senpai, is this the girl you said looks a lot like Yukino-chan?"

“Yes, yes, whether it’s the character’s personality, expressions, or family background, it’s all so much like Yukino…” Angelina, who was being interrogated while lying in the white shadow’s arms, nodded repeatedly, then suddenly felt something was wrong, “Wait! What’s your title for An’an-senpai?”

"Does it look like her?" Mai Sakurajima looked at Chisa Kotegawa on stage, who was answering her questions, with a slight smile. "Not really."

"At first glance, their expressions are quite similar, both giving off a cold and indifferent vibe..." Feng Bin and Hua looked at the stage and then at the side, comparing them back and forth a few times. "But they seem a little different?"

"Now that you mention it, it does make sense."

Angelina scratched her head in confusion: "When we first met, she looked a lot like Yukino, but comparing the real thing to the picture, she looks like instant noodles after they've been cooked, but not like the picture on the packaging?"

Yukino Yukinoshita watched the group playing a matching game speechlessly and said coldly, "Angelina, if we're going to use a label-based identification method, you're not always putting on a comedic performance."

"Huh?!" Angelina's eyes widened. "Why is my tag 'comedy'?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita gave a faint smile: "Then why is my label 'cold'?"

"Huh? When did your label become 'cold'?" Angelina was taken aback. "Isn't it a fake tsundere who's afraid of his mother and avoids getting bullied?"

The small corner suddenly fell silent, until Yukinoshita covered her mouth and couldn't stop her giggling.

"#!" Yukino Yukinoshita stared at Angelina, who had just realized what was happening and immediately covered her mouth, and said quietly, "Angelina, congratulations on becoming an excellent member of the Crimson Troupe under the influence of Haku-kun."

No, I didn't!

Angelina's eyes darted around, she raised her chin, glanced upwards, and immediately changed the subject: "Bai Ying, Bai Ying, what do you think?"

"What do I think?"

The white figure seemed to be staring intently at Chisa Kotegawa on the stage, and sneered as it pierced Angelina's temple: "Even if her appearance is not bad, her clothes are too girlish, her emotions are too repressed, her expressions are not rich enough, her preparation is very poor, and her answers are too rigid—ha, is this the kind of person the diving club sends? Even if she is colluding with you, a traitor, I would still consider her a shilling to be sold in Seoul!"

Clearly, the unfortunate boyfriend was still plotting elementary school-level strategies like club wars.

"Gulp—!" Angelina felt a little desperate. Kotegawa, what's wrong with you? You've already pulled out the strongest stepping stone, why are you acting like a wooden doll? Even if you're going to win with your looks, you should at least smile! This expression that looks like you just want to get through this is completely unacceptable…

Hmm? Give me a smile?

Angelina's eyes flickered, a plan forming in her mind, as if she were filled with regret for her failed scheme: "Ugh... Damn it! I didn't expect Kotegawa to have such a sparse expression! Even someone as beautiful as Yukino can't be charming if she doesn't have many expressions! I should have thought of a way to make Kotegawa smile..."

"?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked, wondering how the topic had veered towards her.

“Indeed, precisely because their expressions are rather bland, any other actions they take will be particularly impactful,” Bai Ying pointed and said. “They think they can win over the audience by coaxing a pretty girl onto the stage? The Diving Club’s methods are nothing special. It seems I overestimated them.”