Uneasy daily life

Bai Ying got up and set off with great interest.

Sakurajima Mai followed curiously, turning her head to look at the young man who had become very quiet again, not speaking, and whose eyes seemed somewhat unfocused: "Weren't you two arguing just now?"

“Debate,” Phantom shook his head slightly. “It’s normal.”

normal?

"The formal members of the troupe all have their own unique insights into beauty and their own art."

Bai Ying crossed her arms and said, “Take a few of the guys who aren’t here as examples—the leader believes that the essence of beauty is nothingness, and art is an absurd interpretation; Bai Yinghua believes that beauty is a falsehood that does not exist, and art is the science of deception; the scoundrel believes that the essence of beauty is fate, and art is the grandeur and absoluteness of fate, and so on.”

"The existence or non-existence of beauty can be divided into three schools, the reality or falsehood of beauty can also be divided into three schools, and the tragedy or drama of beauty can still be divided into three schools. Strictly speaking, everyone thinks that the other person has some kind of mental disorder, or has a kind of 'artsy syndrome.' If we take Puppet Shadow and me as examples, we both think that art does not need to be bound by external things, but I think he is an autistic child, too obsessed with himself."

Phantom said politely, "I think Xu Bai has manic-depressive disorder and is too noisy."

Oh... there's a difference between beauty inside and out?

Sakurajima Mai's expression was a bit strange, yet she also found this group somewhat amusing. She couldn't help but say, "Beauty is an abstract thing; everyone has their own opinion, right? There's no specific standard for this kind of subjective judgment. As the saying goes, a thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their eyes. Your theater troupe is quite willing to accept differences..."

"Seeking common ground while reserving differences?"

Phantom smiled faintly but said nothing.

“Ms. Sakurajima is most resentful of her colleagues. In our theater company, seeking common ground while reserving differences is itself a form of difference. Techniques can be all-encompassing, but there is no such thing as seeking common ground while reserving differences in ideas.”

Bai Ying shook his head and gave a slight look of disdain. To avoid revealing his identity as a hater, he kept his words mild. He turned to the head and said, "It's too long to read. You should appreciate beauty, understand beauty, and strive to become a formal member of the troupe as soon as possible. Then you'll have a very cool nickname."

Angelina: "...Oh."

The Scarlet Theatre Company is indeed beautiful, with a kind of insane beauty.

Although I have a slight longing for having a cool nickname, I always feel like it would look weird.

"Hmm—" Mai Sakurajima said with a knowing smile, her hands behind her back, "I've heard that in the performing arts, theater is at the top of the hierarchy, and idols are at the bottom..."

"Ms. Sakurajima's expression is wrong. Her technical level is obvious. We never argue about such things. We even learn from each other occasionally. Technical skill is a weapon for expressing beauty. No one would complain about having enough firepower."

Bai Ying said seriously, "In our troupe, everyone equally despises the aesthetics of others, and then equally gets their aesthetics despised by others. We are very fair, and definitely not some third-rate organization that engages in small-group infighting."

One person or a gang, right?

Mai Sakurajima felt this theater troupe was a bit outrageous: "What's your theater troupe called?"

“The Scarlet Troupe—we’ve arrived. I’ll go get ready.”

Bai Ying returned to the hotel, asked the others to wait in the lobby, and then carried the large backpack out of her room.

Chapter 100: Life, The Dissection Begins

While waiting, Mai Sakurajima took out her phone and logged into her alternate account.

A fierce battle erupted under the official Twitter account.

Trying to put aside the meaningless arguments and chaos, Mai Sakurajima traced the source to a certain reply—unsurprisingly, it was another major work by a hater, in which the little Mako from the group even appeared as an enemy and was brutally killed.

That photo of the film set is solid proof.

Bai Liang and Bai Ying are both Bai Ying.

The post hasn't been deleted yet, probably because the mother is busy discussing matters with the director and doesn't have time to look at it.

The point of contention was actually taking photos in costume? I even went out of my way to stick a few strands of hair together with shampoo, but they were completely invisible. But this comment really reflects my own thoughts.

Since she's an actress, she should take the job seriously—unfortunately, her mother is more concerned with how to gain more traffic and attention, and how to become a star and idol.

Fame and fortune, along with that sense of resentment, lead to deliberately choosing challenging scripts that lack success and buzz, all of which are justified by the excuse of enhancing one's acting skills.

Ugh……

The goal is being achieved step by step, but it's hard to say I'm happy.

People really do make things difficult for themselves.

Mai Sakurajima put her phone away and looked at the white figure fiddling with various props on the table. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw a woman in a white coat with a cigarette in her mouth walking over.

"Huh? What are you up to now, kid?"

"This is a game I prepared carefully. When everyone is here, would you like to play a round, teacher? I'll write you an ID card—Eru brought Oreki with her, huh? Here, these are your ID cards."

……

……

People really do make things difficult for themselves.

Yukinoshita was chatting and having lunch with her parents, laughing heartily, while shopping.

She was on edge, feeling immense pressure. She constantly sensed that her mother might turn on her at any moment and question her about her concealment and deception, and the 'Frostmourne' that guy had given her kept popping up in her mind.

Tsk, it's clearly an absurd statement that could never be useful, yet people subconsciously cling to it, thinking that it might have some effect.

Is this what it feels like for someone who has fallen into the water to try to grab onto anything, even just a straw?

Yukino glanced at her father, who looked like a wooden or clay sculpture, and felt even more strongly that the so-called Frostmourne was a fake. As her gaze shifted, she suddenly saw three people walking on the street and immediately raised her hand to call out, "Yay! Hayato-kun!"

Hayato Hayama, who was walking and chatting with two other people, looked up and was momentarily stunned—what was the Yukinoshita family all doing here? Ah…

"Hayato, who are those two adults?" Miura Yumiko asked softly, but she already had some guesses in her mind.

Hayato Hayama whispered, "Yukinoshita's parents."

See you, Father! See you, Mother!

Yumiko Miura instinctively made the connection, then froze.

Why is Hachiman here?! Yui Yuigahama looked at Hachiman Hikigaya, who was arm in arm with a middle-aged man in the crowd, and her eyes wavered... Why did Hachiman sneak into Yuki's house?!

No, no, no, I've never seen Xiaoqi and Xiaoxue interact much, have I? Generally speaking, it seems that Xiaoxue cares more about Xiaobai, and as for Xiaobai—I don't understand!

In short, it must be a misunderstanding, right? That's right, we need to verify this misunderstanding!

Yui Yuigahama's eyes had just begun to light up when she realized something was still amiss... Yuki, she didn't seem happy? Although Yuki usually didn't show much expression, you could still vaguely sense the emotions she was conveying; she was a lively person.

But now I feel a kind of oppressive silence.

For various reasons, the three of them went over and met up.

Yukinoshita's mother greeted him, "Hayato-kun, it's been a while."

"Yes, Auntie."

"Hahaha, it's been a while." Yukinoshita's father laughed heartily. "Hayato is still as popular as ever, girls follow him everywhere. Have you been thinking about dating lately?"

Nice assist! Miura Yumiko's eyes lit up.

Hayato Hayama laughed and said, "I'm only a first-year high school student, isn't that too early?"

"It's too early, it's too early. You should fall in love while you're young. When you get older, you become too worldly and lose the mood and sincerity for love. Everything you do inevitably carries a calculating and worldly flavor."

Yukinoshita's father spoke earnestly, saying that Yukinoshita was, after all, an old friend's child, and he really didn't want to have to put him to death by the guillotine.

Of course, Hayato is relatively less of a threat.

While the great goddess certainly admired his abilities, after the incident in elementary school led to the little goddess going abroad for three years, the great goddess never discussed Hayato-kun at home again, at most maintaining politeness and expressing appreciation as an elder.

As long as the little goddess doesn't have any designs on him, the big goddess won't bring it up again—for now, Hayato-kun poses very little threat, so we can spare his head for the time being.

"Also, I need to make some friends. For example, this Hikigaya-kun is quite nice. It's rare for Yukino to admit that someone her own age is a friend, which makes me feel much more at ease."

Yukinoshita's father enthusiastically introduced, "We chatted briefly, and young people today are indeed different from those of us back then; their thinking is very progressive."

Hayato Hayama met Hachiman Hikigaya's deadpan gaze.

Hachiman Hikigaya: "You flatter me."

Hayama Hayato: "..."

Huh? Why does Hayama's gaze seem to waver, then sharpen for a moment?

As Hachiman Hikigaya pondered something, he suddenly noticed that Yui Yuigahama was also looking at him with a subtle expression...

Enemies on all sides?! Damn it! Where is the minister?!

Open your eyes and wake up! It's all the work of the mastermind behind everything!

Yukinoshita's mother checked the time: "It's about time. Hayato-kun and a few friends are coming too."

"Huh? Where to?" Yukinoshita Haruno felt that the timing was a bit strange, as if it was the time mentioned by someone she was planning to skip.

"Go to your hotel."

hostel?

A few students had a question in their minds.

What kind of things can a hotel have?

……

A large map is spread out on a round table, with a landscape resembling a grid as the background. The outline of the map is drawn in bright colors, and the grid is filled with numbers. When the two grids are connected end to end, there are exactly 100 grids.

At a glance, you can easily see that there are three types of squares: squares without any markings, only numbers; squares with large question marks on the background; and squares that appear to be the fewest in number, with exclamation marks on the background.

Monopoly? Many people instinctively think of that classic game.

"Welcome, but we're out of drinks—wait, there are a few more people? Looks like we'll have to split into two sessions."

Someone is washing cards and counting fake paper money. Various props are placed on the table next to him, and a black cat is playing with a twelve-sided die next to the table.

It's the Minister (Bai Jun, Xiao Bai, Bai Ying) --!!!

Several people were roaring inwardly, wanting to retreat, but there was no way to escape in the current situation!

"Huh? The young man who helped me push the cart?" Yukinoshita's father was a little surprised. "What's this...?"

"Of course, a school trip should be about eating well, having fun, sleeping well, and relaxing. So I specially created a game called 'Life Anatomy' and invited some people to play it."

Bai Ying gave Yukinoshita's mother a look without changing her expression, then pulled out a blank card, quickly wrote some words on it, and handed the card to Yukinoshita's father: "I didn't expect to see you here, Uncle. Want to play a game?"

Yukinoshita's father took the card, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

He glanced down at the card and realized something was even more wrong!

[Indecisive and hesitant: Early life is filled with hardship and worry, but fortunately, a benefactor brings peace. Even knowing family affairs are in turmoil, advancing is difficult, retreating is difficult—how to decide? How to decide?]

[The game starts with 340 spaces. After each dice roll, players can choose to move forward two spaces or backward two spaces. After taking their turn, events are triggered, resolved, and players interact with other players.]

hiss--! !

Yukinoshita's father gasped, instinctively tilting the card slightly to avoid being seen by others.

Is this young man a part-time fortune teller?!

No, wait a minute, calm down. Why would the goddess bring other people here? Could it be that she made plans with the young man? Could it be that she's trying to use this roundabout method to give a warning to the other two goddesses in her family?

Something's not right!

Bai Ying had already quickly written several identity cards and sent them out one by one.

Everyone who receives their ID card is more or less unable to contain themselves, subconsciously not wanting others to see it.

Of course, this excludes Yukinoshita's mother.

[Invaluable indeed: Young people should strive to improve themselves early on, for women too can hold up the sky.]

[The game starts with 340 slots. All cards drawn from the event slots (question mark slots) are replaced with Wealth Cards.]

Yukinoshita's mother was quite satisfied, and casually glanced at her two daughters... When would they confess to her?

[Truth is hard to discern: After pouring out my heart and soul, I ask myself honestly, am I mad or sane?]

[The game starts with 160 squares. When traveling with other players, the event square (question mark square) count decreases by 5, and the decision square (exclamation mark square) count increases by 5.]

Ah, as expected, it's the minister's specialty.

Hachiman Hikigaya remained unmoved. Although it might be embarrassing if someone saw what was on the card, it wasn't a big deal. After all, he was the seasoned lone wolf, Hachiman Hikigaya.

"Oh, I forgot about this, it's Hachiman's exclusive equipment."

Bai Ying casually handed over another card.

[It's Komachi! This game that Brother Bai made is quite interesting, so you should do your best too, brother! *Puff puff* Injecting Komachi's power! Hehe!]