Uneasy daily life

...This bastard, is he going to cause trouble? Yukinoshita Haruno became alert.

As the others watched the two begin their performance, a sudden gust of wind carrying a slight chill blew into the living room.

"Hooray! I finally made it!"

Angelina, a traveler returning home on a snowy night with snowflakes clinging to her hair, floated outside the window, and with a whoosh, slipped through the open window... slipped... slipped...

Angelina got stuck.

"Gurgle—! Yukino! Why are the windows in the house so narrow!"

"...The comedians went on stage without explanation and began to perform, and so romance, truth and falsehood, philosophical thoughts and worldly affairs, popcorn and fireworks, all turned into laughter."

Bai Ying casually concluded.

"What comedian? You're the comedian!" Angelina shook her head vigorously, and a few snowflakes drifted into the room. "Come in, come in—gurgle!"

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "Can't you just go out and come in from the balcony? Why do you have to squeeze through the small ventilation window in the living room?"

"Hehe, I saw you guys from afar, so I didn't think much of it..."

Angelina immediately backed away...back...back...

"It's stuck too."

Silence, silence is this moment.

"Alright, listen to my command!" The white-clad figure waved his hand. "Someone, give her a push in the chest!"

Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow and whispered seductively, "You rascal, don't you want to try it yourself?"

"I can hear you!"

Angelina's voice boomed.

"Indeed, it seems its size is almost matching yours..."

Bai Ying replied softly, her heart fluttering.

"You touched it—oh, you definitely touched it!"

Angelina complained.

"Looking at it now, it seems like my butt has gotten a little bigger too..."

Yukino squinted carefully.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I exercise every day!"

Angelina denied the allegations repeatedly.

"Hiss! No wonder I instinctively chose doggy style the first time..."

"Ahhhhhh↗Ahhhhh↑Ahhhhhhh↑↑↑"

Angelina interrupted in a groundhog-like manner.

This is outrageous! I braved the wind and snow to fly back from Mount Everest, not only did I have to find my way in the middle of the night, but I also had to cover myself up. After traveling thousands of miles to get back, I'm stuck at the window being pointed at and gossiped about by you all—

"Does even stimulating the urge to complain not work?"

Bai Ying thought for a moment, picked up a mochi from the table, and threw it directly towards the window.

You even throw the snacks on the ground!

Angelina leaped in, grabbed the snack mid-air, and landed steadily on one knee.

Handsome!

The entire window tilted inward, and Angelina hurriedly waved her hand to levitate it. Feeling guilty, she placed it on the sofa next to her, stuffed a mochi into her mouth to calm herself down, and then gave Yukino Yukinoshita a dry laugh.

But everyone was looking at the completely open window.

"The snow is falling heavily."

"It's quite rare to see snow in Chiba."

"No wonder it's been so cold these past few days."

"A snowflake falls beneath, and another snowflake falls beneath..."

"My sister is also Yukinoshita."

Upon hearing this, Angelina instinctively pulled out her camera and turned to take pictures of the snow scene outside the window.

"Use your superpowers to take a picture of all of us."

The white figure took the lead, occupying the center position, head held high and chest out.

"Hmph." Mai Sakurajima smiled and crossed her left arm. "I'll take this."

Yukinoshita Haruno grabbed her right hand: "I'll take this one!"

“Uh…” Feng Bin and Hua tilted their heads and looked at it. They simply squatted down next to their sister, covered the white figure’s left foot, and faced the camera. “Then I’ll stand here.”

Angelina instinctively squatted down on the right, creating symmetry.

Yukinoshita Yukino: “?”

I was just distracted by the snow for a moment, wasn't I?

"Oh dear, where should Yukino-chan be divided?" Yukinoshita Haruno feigned distress, reaching out to touch Haku's chin. "Should we take the biggest share?"

He then pointed vaguely below the white figure: "Still this small head?"

The white figure cried out in terror, "Is my head still there?"

Yukinoshita Haruno grinned: "It's still here."

"#!"

Yukino Yukinoshita pursed her lips, angrily reached out and grabbed the floating camera, rushed to Shirokage, turned around and raised the camera, pointing it at her and Shirokage's faces.

You love to tease me, not giving me a single one! Humph.

My finger paused slightly before gently pressing the shutter button.

Click.

Several photos squeezed into the frame, some showing hurried panic, some gentle smiles, some grinning, some raising eyebrows and chuckling, some pursing their lips and smiling, some with half-confused expressions. Accompanied by the camera flash, they were captured in the snowy night, becoming an eternal memory.

……

"No, no! I only got half of her face in the photo!"

"Who told you to be so slow to react?"

"Wow! I don't care! Let's do it again!"

"Oh Well."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's an actor, his ability to capture the camera is really strong. On the other hand, look at a certain entertainment industry figure and Hua Jiang..."

"If you want to take a group photo, then take it! You're clearly doing these weird things on purpose!"

"Bai Jun, you have a strawberry stuck in your teeth."

"Swoosh—destroy the evidence, let's try again!"

Click, click, click...

However, such memories are plentiful and enough to fill a lifetime.

Even after the music ends, people still dream of the past; so many joys and sorrows refuse to return.

Each writes their love and hate in the world, and they meet with a smile. (The End)

Finish this testimonial

It's over, this journey that was both short and long.

I can finally free up some time to chat with my friends who have followed me here.

This is probably the book that took me the longest to write, had the most words, required the most mental effort, achieved the best results, had the most dramatic process, and had the greatest impact on me.

As my old friends probably know, I'm actually quite unsuccessful. I always start writing with a burst of enthusiasm, driven by a sense of responsibility after the book is published, and propelled forward with a mix of burning and fading motivation until the book is finished. I've also abandoned several books. If I had to say something I can be proud of, it would probably be that all the books I've published have been completed.

This book is both similar and different. I created Bai Ying on a whim, igniting the character with my passion, until I, as the author, burned out and could only continue writing based on a sense of responsibility. Originally, I should have been like my previous books, struggling to write four or five thousand words every day, gradually until all the readers left, and then in a corner where no one cared, silently typing the words "The End," and then, with the complex feeling of finally finishing, rambling about feelings that not many people would like to read.

Perhaps this book has found its comfort zone? I'm not entirely sure.

My old friends probably know that my creative philosophy is simply to write, to start with passion and to finish writing. So I don't really know anything about XX novels, XX formulas, XX writing techniques, the golden three chapters, etc. When many readers who want to be authors ask me how to write a book, I can't really give advice beyond writing itself. I can only squeeze out some things that I think are relevant to the topic.

Always a step behind the pace of society, I never know what's trending, and my subject matter depends entirely on what I'm passionate about. My beginnings are brilliant, the middles are mediocre, and the endings are a mess. That's me, an author who's been writing for about... ten years?

I wrote this book with passion and various emotions. After the passion burned out, I barely managed to keep going. Then, in the process, some passion was rekindled, and I wrote some words that everyone could praise. Then it went out again, and I accumulated some passion again, wrote some excellent plots, and then fell silent again... Even the ending was like this. I kept going up and down, sometimes seemingly divine and sometimes ghostly. For a novel of several million words, it was indeed quite unpredictable.

Especially some key plot points, which just didn't get going, really dragged down the pacing. For example... the first step in building a harem? Anyway, that was the plot. Now that I think about it, I don't remember it at all, which shows that I didn't write it very well.

It is true that when I am full of energy, enthusiasm, and inspiration, I can easily come up with short stories. When I have no ideas, I can only let the white shadows do things stiffly, lacking inspiration. Especially after writing for a long time, I actually gradually forget the character settings. Each chapter follows the previous one. After dozens or hundreds of chapters of small deviations, the characters and stories will deviate greatly.

I roughly know what readers who are reading or have stopped reading are thinking. Celebrating freedom, indulging in unrestrained behavior, having fun, and possessing depth—this kind of Bai Ying is indeed very attractive. But as the story deepens and other characters gradually enter the stage, my enthusiasm flickers, and this charm inevitably diminishes.

Everything grand will decay, and I am no exception.

I'm not surprised that some people are disappointed, resentful, extremely confused, or even verbally abusive towards this, and that some skip to watch only Yukino's shows, finding it inexplicable and hard to understand.

I rarely read posts or comments. Maybe I used to? Anyway, I don't read them much now. How should I put it... I guess I'm the kind of person who's very sentimental inside? Or maybe I'm someone who lives a very casual life but is very serious inside? Whether it's someone else's love or someone else's hate, it's all quite heavy for me. I can't help but overthink it, and overthinking makes me get caught up in it, which leads to confusion and even obsession, leaving me with a messy state of mind.

I deeply understand this point, especially when this book was so popular at the beginning. So many people came together, and inevitably there were all sorts of problems. In today's terms, that's called "history reposting." Everyone seemed to be enjoying it, and the people reposting it were happy to do so, until someone suddenly took it seriously, which caused a commotion, and then it was moved to other groups by others to be savored in detail.

Everyone makes mistakes. The more people there are, the more likely someone will make a mistake. Add some coincidences, and it can cause a storm. Actually, I've read almost five thousand comments in the book review section. I don't know how many people came to add comments when all sorts of "classics" came up. I know my personality is best left to read, not to go down. Because if I take it too seriously, it will probably end up being moved to other places and scrutinized by others.

Actually, I thought about disbanding the book club and getting away from things that have little to do with the books themselves, but then I changed my mind.

Fans' love and hate are like a coin; one side is the coin, and the other side is also the coin.

The scenery is beautiful and vibrant, why fixate on this coin?

It's not a defense, not a complaint, and not a threat to kill anyone. I just analyzed myself and realized that I'm not good at dealing with people or others.

When I was creating, as I found it increasingly difficult to depict the white shadow, I had to turn to depicting others. Perhaps it was because we had similar personalities that I found it easiest to write about Yukino. I could always come up with those intricate thoughts and feelings and portray that awkwardness. However, she was much braver than me.

At my age, I can no longer utter grand pronouncements about correcting the world or others; I can only focus on my own well-being and let everyone go their own way.

The creative process described in the book is as described above; however, the events outside the book are somewhat more trivial.

I'm not ashamed to talk about it; it's just common human experience.

This book was my best achievement, but it also brought some bad luck. I had several arguments with my family, mainly because of my belief in the idea that hard work leads to wealth and buying a house to start a family. I was young and naive back then, thinking that making some money would ease the conflict. Sigh, when you're in school, it's better to have better grades, and when you're in the workforce, it's better to make more money.

Writing a book is not a stable, continuous, and perpetually glorious endeavor, yet people always believe that a moment of glory can last forever, which in turn gives rise to all sorts of demands. Is it that desire blinds us, or is it that people's eyes are inherently drawn to desire? I can't say for sure, but I know I'm a fool—parents don't care how much money you make, they only care whether you're doing well or not. That's both right and wrong, because whether you're doing well or not is up to your parents to decide.

People like me, who stay at home for long periods of time, are mostly quiet and thoughtful, probably don't live a good life.

That's how family matters are. I've come to terms with it now and tried to open my heart, but it only hurts more.

Besides that, there's the issue of illness.

I used to write those books without any illness or disaster, and I would often stay up late, eat late-night snacks, and have my days and nights reversed, sitting or lying down for long periods of time.

This book is probably a way of paying back the debts I owed my body in the past. For the past six months or so, I've been plagued by all sorts of ailments—crooked toenails that needed straightening, decayed teeth that needed fillings and root canals, tinnitus and nasal congestion that required rest and medication, a heavy smoking habit that needed to be quit, and a weak body that required exercise...

These are all ailments that are neither too big nor too small, that cannot be cured quickly, and that can only be endured slowly.

The doctor advised me to relax, that overthinking leads to trouble, and that deep emotions are short-lived. He suggested I travel, go out and explore, and not put too much pressure on myself. These are all good remedies, but unfortunately, the cure lies in the human heart.

Because of my illness, I had a legitimate reason to rest and reflect, not to think about how to create. Occasionally I would reminisce about the past, and occasionally I would focus on the present. The future is something I hate. It made things much easier, but it also made creation increasingly difficult. However, during this time, I vaguely began to have some ideas for the final chapter.

I feel quite helpless about myself. I don't know when I'll be able to finish a book that is straightforward, with a clear beginning and end, and a consistent overall style.

I doubt it, since I'm an author with a volatile mood.

After discussing these most important things, let's chat about other things casually before we disappear from the public eye.

Various short stories and mini-theaters?

That's probably why I said this book is written to my liking. I always have a lot of diverse thoughts, but not all of them can necessarily be written into the book. However, Bai Ying's performance and hobbies gave me the opportunity to cleverly weave these things into the book. Since it's a book within a book, the plot order will naturally not be disrupted.

However, when I was struggling with writing, I also tried to force in short stories, and the result was naturally far-fetched and unnatural.

Why don't harem stories feature a single female lead?

Go and have a fight with the women in your harem.

Me? I think even if it were Yukino, whom I write the most smoothly, without the other characters to balance things out and without her occasional appearances, it would be unlikely to reach three million words, probably? For me, the most comfortable way to write a long story is naturally to add characters. More characters create a chemical reaction, and it's natural to write more stories. Of course, it can also occasionally lead to negative effects such as character confusion and plot collapse.

The reason it's a harem novel is simply a natural choice in the writing process. Those who know me well should know that although I mainly write harem novels, they are basically unrelated to traditional harem novels. I don't write about sex scenes, there's very little jealousy or rivalry, and the love triangle scenes are generally not very well written. Perhaps because of this, many important plot points, such as establishing relationships, are often written in a rather... either not very easy to understand or too direct.