Uneasy daily life

He picked up the notebook with his other hand.

"puff--!!"

[White Scholar: Aaaaaah, shatter the world, destroy humanity, it's defiled again! hklahoihf!]

"What is this?" Member Red pointed to the new message that popped up.

"It's a common bout of irrationality, isn't it? When that jerk gets carried away, he'll yell this kind of incomprehensible nonsense." Toyohama and Hana said dismissively, "Especially when he's with Kaven, it happens very frequently."

"Really?" The blue team member was a little confused. "Come to think of it, I don't recall seeing him come to ask Hua out for a date or anything."

"That makes sense," Toyohama said hesitantly after thinking for a moment. "You two don't seem to have seen Bastard much?"

“Yeah, right.” Green Team member nodded. “If it weren’t for what Hua said, you wouldn’t be able to tell you two are a couple at all.”

Feng Bin and Hua scratched their heads, puzzled: "Really? I felt it was quite obvious."

The team members looked at each other and suddenly felt confident that they could do it again.

"He and Hua, you've been dating for several years now. Have you ever gone to places like aquariums, movie theaters, and amusement parks on your dates?"

"I haven't been there much. I spend most of my time at home and only go out occasionally."

"What about gifts? Has he given you any small gifts on holidays or anniversaries?"

"Gift?"

Feng Binhua suddenly remembered something, got up and went back to her room to rummage around, and came back with a piece of amber, inside which was an inconspicuous little white flower: "This? It's the little white flower he gave me at the beauty pageant. Sister... Miss Mai took me to have this amber made. The hair tie I gave him was the one I gave him."

Is this considered a gift? The teammates were confused.

"What about long phone conversations? You mean those calls before bed, where you talk for an hour or two!"

"How could you possibly stay up so late?" Feng Bin and Hua complained. "Aren't you guys usually busy? Making phone calls is quite troublesome, we usually just chat online by typing a few words."

Huh? The teammates were even more confused.

"Oh, wait, isn't that a bit odd?" Purple asked cautiously. "Shouldn't dating have more of an atmosphere? Even if you're busy and don't have much time to get together, shouldn't you give each other meaningful gifts for Valentine's Day, Christmas, or Chinese New Year?"

"Want it?"

Feng Bin and Hua were also a bit confused, and suddenly felt a headache coming on: "A gift? And it has to be meaningful? I have to give it to you for every holiday and New Year? That's too much trouble—you can only give a hair tie once, right? I think that's a custom in China, where the girlfriend gives it to the boyfriend..."

The member hesitated and said, "Huh? Shouldn't he be the one to give it to you? Like this little white flower, it doesn't matter if it's expensive or not, what matters is expressing your feelings."

"Huh? He gives me meaningful gifts every holiday?"

Feng Bin and Hua glanced at the amber in their hands, imagined it for a moment, and then suddenly picked up their phones with serious expressions and started pressing buttons.

The teammates immediately gathered around, transforming into giraffes.

[Toyohama Kazuka: Don't send me gifts anymore.]

[Whiteology scholar: I know, I know.]

Taking a moment to reply, Bai Ying continued to join the others in the inhumane bullying of Nojima Gen. The others were responsible for the physical injuries, while Bai Ying was responsible for the psychological ones.

"You call this a romance novel? Bullshit! What you wrote is crap!"

Bai Ying rarely used vulgar language to point fingers, but she couldn't help herself.

"Hahaha! You're clearly jealous of my talent!" Nojima Gen, struggling to avoid a fight with his crotch against the table corner, shouted, "I am the true master of romance novels! Stop right now, don't hurt him! Otherwise, how heartbroken will all those female teachers, female classmates, female neighbors, and otherworldly animal girls be!"

Bai Ying calmed down and said in a steady voice, "Love is indeed a difficult thing to write because liking someone is a difficult thing to describe in detail, especially for creators. Authors know who will like whom, and therefore they can never write liking that readers will like. When creating, they inevitably reverse cause and effect, using the result of liking to deduce the cause. They either fall into the trap of rational argumentation, making the writing seem vulgar and boring, like a math problem of 1+1=2, or they are vague and unclear, making the plot abrupt and the characters lose the arc that should be shown."

"The former is hard to convince readers. The more you try to show the logic of falling in love with someone, the more likely it is to break down in the face of the unpredictable human heart. Even if you can make the logic so perfect that it is irrefutable and the basis for reality is so strong, it can only make readers skim over it without bringing any feelings or resonance. The latter is even more obvious. You are the epitome of this! You attribute the reason for liking someone to the crude argument that 'the protagonist is very charming,' making the character fall in love with your protagonist naturally under your own desires."

"How do you write a romance? Of course, you make both characters more complete and highlight their own charm! Every smile and frown, various personalities, inconspicuous little habits, fresh and special emotional expressions, sometimes changing amidst contradictions, sometimes growing hand in hand—romance is about exploring each other, it's not only about getting to know the other person, but also about getting to know yourself! There's absolutely nothing in your shit!"

"From this, we can naturally draw the conclusion that you don't like female teachers, female classmates, female neighbors, or otherworldly animal girls; you like the protagonist, which is yourself!"

hum.

Bai Ying glanced at her phone briefly.

[Toyohama Kazuka: What do you know?]

As Nojima Gen struggled to lift him up, and the corner of the table drew ever closer, he shouted, "So what?! I am just that lovable! Stop it! I'm already a hot commodity! Stop it—!!"

The next moment, the corner of the table was farther away from Nojima, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Good! My life is safe...

"Nojima Gen! Why are your romance novels so brutally explicit? Why do you have such a strong liking for your protagonists? Why is it always other characters who fall for your protagonists?"

Bai Ying asked questions while typing a reply.

Nojima suddenly realized—why did the table corners get farther apart? These science idiots were trying to create distance by accelerating their movements!

"Yamete—!!!"

"Because not only has no one ever liked you, but you've never liked anyone either! You can only like yourself, and because you can't satisfy your desires, you're hungry for them. In the end, you choose the option that someone must like you! So what you wrote isn't a romance novel at all, it's just the delusion of a scumbag who can't find a woman!"

"what--!!!!"

While it's unknown whether Nojima Gen suffered any psychological trauma, he certainly inflicted significant physical trauma.

[Bai Xue: You're not the type to keep everything neatly organized and perfectly arranged. After all, you travel a lot for work and frequently change places of residence, which has made you prone to forgetting things. If I were to give you all sorts of gifts, you'd find it troublesome to sort them all, and if you're unlucky, you might even lose them every now and then—besides, if I give you gifts and you give me gifts, you'd probably get tired of thinking about what to give me and simply stop trying.]

[Feng Bin and Hua: I'm glad you know. The little white flowers you sent were enough. I turned them into amber. The hair tie I sent you is broken or dirty. Contact me to get you a replacement.]

[White Scholar: Now that you mention it, I suddenly really want to give you all sorts of gifts, and then suddenly ask you about them when you've forgotten. I imagine the stick figure with its limited memory, anxiously looking for something and forgetting where it put it, feeling guilty and incredibly frustrated, with an expression of annoyance and not knowing who to vent to, would be really funny.]

[Toyohama Waka: Nishiuchi——! 】

"That's right. I definitely can't keep things safe. Too many things and I'll easily lose them, so one is best."

Feng Bin and Hua scratched their heads and said, "I don't understand what you guys are talking about. I guess I don't know much about dating."

The teammates looked at each other, realizing from each other's faces that everyone was stuffed, while the chef himself seemed completely oblivious.

"Is this what you call not understanding love?" Member Aka said quietly.

Feng Binhua continued fiddling with her phone, casually saying, "I don't understand, I just like bastards."

The teammates, caught off guard, almost ate themselves to death.

Chapter Fifteen: Giving a Child a Complete Romantic Relationship

Nojima Gen collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin. Even though he could no longer move, his soul was still desperately screaming.

"Ha...how pathetic...how lamentable...jealousy..."

"I... am famous..."

"Nojima Gen, he was like Sima Qian, enduring castration time and time again, yet he persevered and never gave up, ultimately writing the timeless masterpiece, 'The Book of Excrement'..."

Bai Ying read aloud a sample elementary school essay as a tribute, then shook her head in dissatisfaction: "This is too insulting to the sages."

"Tsk, if we buried this guy in the back mountain, the back mountain would be barren."

Kitahara Iori brandished a shovel, her expression serious.

“Cremation is also not an option,” Shinichiro Yamamoto said in a deep voice. “It’s too polluting to the environment.”

"It's not just about polluting the environment. Just thinking about Nojima drifting away with the wind, merging into everything, and being passed on with every breath... Ugh, that's a crime against humanity."

Yu Mitarai has elevated the seriousness of the matter to a new level.

"Ah, I have an idea!" The white figure pulled out a mask and gloves from somewhere and put them on. Using her index finger and thumb to minimize contact, she carefully picked up the notebook that was emitting a dark aura. "Let's make some minor modifications to Nojima's notebook!"

"What?!" Kohei Imamura's expression twisted, and he covered his mouth as if about to vomit. "Not only do I have to look at it again, but I also have to make revisions?!"

Kitahara Iori was also frightened: "This is too much of a lose-lose situation... No, can it even hurt this thing? I don't think so..."

"Hmph, heh heh heh heh heh!" Nojima Gen proudly pressed down his small head, raising his large one. "I can understand your envy and jealousy of my work, to the point that you'd go against your conscience to do such a thing, but! You can steal my work, but you can't steal my talent! Hahahaha—"

The white-haired figure said mercilessly, "Change those animal-eared female teachers, female neighbors, and female classmates to Yamamoto Shinichi, ...

Nojima Gen's laughter stopped abruptly, his face filled with terror: "No! Absolutely not!"

The others froze, gasping in unison, horrified.

Sometimes, human thinking ability can become a weakness.

Bai Ying said with satisfaction, "Heh heh, Nojima can make such interesting sounds too..."

"Wait a minute!" Shinichiro Yamamoto raised his hand in confusion. "Why not change the protagonist to me?! Although that thing is practically a collection of mentally polluting information, I could at least accept it a little bit if the protagonist was me, but what the hell is it to change me to one of those women?!"

Bai Ying gasped. He could understand Yamamoto Shinichiro's thought process—although it was a disgusting, narcissistic, wish-fulfillment story, he could still enjoy it himself. His aesthetic sense couldn't accept this kind of thought process—it was already a disgusting, narcissistic, wish-fulfillment story, and Yamamoto Shinichiro wanted to do it himself?!

"Oh oh oh oh oh! My brilliant mind! Don't think about it! Don't think about it! Don't think about Yamamoto's face! Ugh!! Guh! I'm sorry! Yena Katerina! I'm sorry! My bunny girlfriend! Guh ahhhhh! Kill me! Kill me right now!!"

Nojima Gen let out a desperate cry of despair.

Sometimes, the human capacity for thought can lead to self-destruction.

The scene quickly spiraled out of control. The crowd, disgusted by the way the characters made their connections, didn't know whether to kill Shinichiro Yamamoto first or Gen Nojima first.

"Damn it! Let's bury them all together on the back hill! Bury them right now!"

"I agree!"

In the back row, Angelina silently watched the boys' noisy behavior, tapping her phone as she looked down.

[Angelina: I've discovered it! Izu University is actually a talent scouting base for the Scarlet Theatre Troupe!]

[Yukino Yukinoshita: That's right.]

[Sakurajima Mai: Angelina has finally found out.]

[Yukino Yukinoshita: Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective~]

Feng Bin and Hua remained silent, probably because they weren't interested in the topic.

After a few casual words, Angelina changed the subject. As a girl fluent in Japanese, Chinese, and Italian, she was currently compiling a new playlist. Although she never tired of her old playlists, they were starting to feel a bit lacking in novelty...

Yeah, none of the new songs really suit my taste; the old songs still resonate with me more.

However, why did everyone's reactions in the chat group seem a bit strange just now?

What's so strange about it...?

……

"Ah! They're talking about me!"

On the sofa, Angelina, who was listening to music, suddenly looked up, slapped her thigh, and exclaimed, "What do you mean, 'perfectly correct'? I've finally realized that those involved are often blinded by their own perspective!!"

"You've been daydreaming all afternoon, what philosophical ideas have you come up with?"

Bai Ying munched on an apple after dinner, pondering whether to write the article tomorrow or the day after.

"That's how it is, blah blah blah..."

Angelina recounted the events with indignation.

"They'll probably only be able to play themselves and barely get any support on stage. If they were to actually perform seriously, the Scarlet Theatre's reputation would be completely ruined," Bai Yingrui commented, then added, "And you're already a member of the Scarlet Theatre."

No, no!

Angelina vehemently denied it.

"Hehe." The white figure chuckled in response, casually removing Angelina's left earphone and placing it to her own ear. "Let me hear what you've been listening to lately...hmm?"

Let me pluck your heart and try to slowly melt it, to see if I am still perfect in your heart...

Bai Ying raised an eyebrow: "Oh, after listening to Italian oldies, you're switching to Chinese oldies?"

“Hmph~” Angelina shook her head in a serious manner. “Don’t make a sound. I’m listening to the voice of the times.”

"It's too long to read, you've improved." Bai Ying was very pleased. "Before, all you could say was 'I like it, I like it, you can't tell me what to do, you can't tell me what to do,' but now you can spout such sophisticated nonsense."

"What nonsense! Pop songs are just for listening to, but old songs need to be savored and considered in the context of their time. So listening to old songs is listening to the voice of the times!"

"Then tell me, what does this song express?"

"...vividly and vividly expresses that emotion, highlights that theme, and portrays that..."

After rambling on for a while, Angelina noticed the suppressed laughter on Bai Ying's face and immediately changed her tone, angrily demanding, "Then what did you say you were trying to express?!"

"It vividly expresses the protagonist's inner turmoil—wanting to know their lover's feelings and whether the other person loves them back, yet fearing to hurt the other person while unable to let go of their own feelings—highlighting the delicate and complex emotions involved in love and portraying..."

Angelina immediately chimed in: "It portrays the terrible image of a scumbag who wants both!"

Bai Ying glanced sideways: "Is it possible that the song's main perspective is male?"

Angelina: "A woman!"

"Didn't you notice that this song is called 'Norwegian Wood'? It's based on a Japanese novel of the same name..." Bai Ying suddenly realized, "Oh, you probably haven't read it."