The afterlife blew up Gensokyo

With a slight pout, Rumia spoke.

"So, how do you plan to respond to these likes?"

"Liking is not the same as loving, and I hope you can understand this."

Shi Bai held up a finger and shook it in front of him.

"Liking and loving are different. For example, I will always like Saber, but that liking is not the same as loving. I will always like Hatsune Miku and I will always like Luo Tianyi, but does that liking necessarily have to be reciprocated?"

"Hmm? Is there any difference between the two?"

Rumia looked on with curiosity.

"In my opinion, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the two."

"A little boy was passing through a garden when he saw a particularly beautiful flower. So he carefully picked the flower and took it home to care for it."

Shi Bai held up one finger in front of him.

"This is called liking."

"So much love?"

"Another little boy was passing by a garden when he saw a particularly beautiful flower. So he would run over every day to take care of the flower and give it the utmost care."

"This is called love."

P.S.: Good morning! ╰（‵□′）╯

Chapter Thirty-Five: Daily Life at the Academy

"...I don't think there's much difference between the two."

After thinking for a moment, Rumia shook her head.

"In the end, isn't love just liking?"

"What do you know about love, you little brat? Don't take love so lightly, you idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Shi Bai realized that he was quite worried about the other person's ability to understand him.

"Although I haven't had many romantic relationships, I know very well that things like love shouldn't be said casually... It's best not to mistake liking someone for love."

Have you ever been in love?

Rumia simply put both feet on the table, turned around, and asked the man in front of her a question.

"I think with your..."

A fan smashed straight down on her head.

"You disrespectful child! Get off the table right now! Don't you know you need to be polite in front of the principal?"

With a snap, Shi Bai opened his folding fan, glanced at Rumia who was holding her head, and leisurely walked towards the principal's office.

"Study hard and make progress every day. You barely passed the last exam. Why do you care about so many things, you're just a kid?"

"So whose fault is it that I'm this little kid's body, you bastard!!!"

"They'll grow up anyway, what does it have to do with me?"

"you……"

"Go back and do your homework, study hard, and try to get a high score next time, understand?"

"........."

Time flows like water, and in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where there is never a lack of new things and laughter every day, time moves forward little by little.

This excitement did not diminish over time; on the contrary, it increased. In the second academic year, with the opening of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's admissions, a large number of new students joined Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to receive their studies.

Among these new students are angels from heaven and demons from hell. Newly born monsters also enrolled, and a group of lucky human children were selected from the human world using special methods to enter the academy.

As the saying goes, education should be provided to all without discrimination. In this school, which is quite special even by global standards, the new generation from all races receive systematic enlightenment education.

Such a harmonious scene where different races live together in peace would have been unimaginable to ordinary people in the past.

"Old Lu, could you have imagined such a scene happening today a few hundred years ago?"

Under the shade of a towering tree, Jehovah watched two girls walking side by side on the road not far away, carrying books and making plans to play after school. Jehovah's words were full of emotion.

Although all his strength was sealed, he still had his eyesight. He recognized that the two girls who were walking together were an angel from heaven and a demon from hell.

Angels and demons, two races that have been opposed for a long time and almost impossible to reconcile, now have their new generation able to chat and laugh together over a meal. It has to be said that this is a miracle that would have been unimaginable in the past.

"Perhaps, but I am worried that something bad might happen in the future... such as angels that are more like demons, or demons that are more like angels."

With a soft snort, Lucifer, who had been forcibly tricked by Jehovah into coming here to clean toilets, looked indifferent and then placed a white piece on the chessboard.

"It's your turn to log off."

Between the two of them was a chessboard, where black and white pieces were locked in fierce combat.

"Although I have only been here for less than a year, it feels like a long time has passed."

With a sigh, Jehovah also placed a black piece on the chessboard.

"Who exactly is the principal of this school?"

"Isn't that obvious? Anyone would feel like they were living a life of misery if they had to clean other people's toilets every day of the year."

As if Jehovah's words had reminded him of something unpleasant, Lucifer's face involuntarily darkened.

"I advise you not to speak ill of the principal behind his back. He holds grudges very much... Do you see that sculpture on the playground?"

"Hmm? I think that sculpture is quite nice. The iron hooks and silver lines are clearly the work of a master."

"That's a Taotie. It hasn't been on the playground for over a year because it offended the principal."

"Uh……"

"Alright, five in a row, I won, give me the money."

With a snap, Lucifer slammed the white chess piece onto the board and stretched out his hand toward Jehovah before him with a cold smile.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet, hurry up."

"........."

After silently taking out his wallet and counting the money, Jehovah reluctantly handed over the amount to the other person, muttering to himself as he held the half-empty wallet.

"No, we've been working diligently for over a year now. We need to ask the principal and others for a raise..."

Although one of them was the supreme ruler of Heaven and the other the lord of Hell, they both tacitly forbade their few subordinates in the know from disclosing their information.

After all, if their subordinates found out that they had been diligently cleaning toilets during the time they disappeared, where would they put their faces?

So, they are short of money.

For Jehovah and Lucifer, their most enjoyable time of day is now to buy a couple of beers and some cold dishes after work, then sit under the shade of a tree, playing chess while watching the students full of youthful energy... They've essentially entered old age ahead of time.

"Forget about it, how could there possibly be such a good thing as a raise? Let's think about how to earn some extra money instead."

With a cold snort, Lucifer unhesitatingly took back the money the other party had lost to him and answered.

"Those of us who receive a fixed salary are alright, but those who grow vegetables are in a terrible situation. Every time a vegetable garden war breaks out, they basically go hungry for a week or two. It's really miserable. A few days ago, one of my men who was assigned to grow vegetables came to me crying and begging for money. He's one of my most capable generals, and he ended up clinging to my leg, crying like a woman and begging to go home..."

As he said this, Lucifer gave a cold laugh.

"These are all tricks. Do you really think I don't borrow books from the library? School staff can borrow books for free. He just lost the vegetable garden war and was fined. He wanted to borrow money from me to gain sympathy, but he was too ashamed to ask his subordinates for money, so he had no choice but to come to me."

So you lent him money?

Jehovah seemed somewhat curious.

"How could that be? My salary isn't even enough to buy alcohol, how could I possibly lend it to him? I just told him one thing: a man should be strong, and if he wants to cry, he should stand up and cry."

Lucifer wore a cold smile.

"Uh... as for ways to make money, I do have one or two here, it just depends on which one you want to choose."

Jehovah's eye twitched slightly, and he chose to change the subject.

"For example, we can sell our blood. If we have type B blood, we can earn more money."

"Selling blood? How much?"

Upon hearing about this way to make money, Lucifer's first reaction was to consider the price... just like Jehovah's reaction when he first heard the news.

"Selling blood once is equivalent to one month's salary for us; if it's type B blood, it's equivalent to two months' salary!!"

Jehovah held up two fingers in front of him, his face solemn.

"If we just go and sell it a few times a day, we won't have to worry about food and drink... uh?"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!!"

Lucifer stood up from his chair and urged him on.

"By the way, I don't know much about blood types. How are blood types determined?"

Jehovah: "..."

Leaving aside the daily lives of these two, who were originally the most powerful in the Western world, on the other hand, the God who gloriously assumed the role of the Sweeper Monk and witnessed the tremendous changes that had taken place in the school over the past year, found that a certain belief in his heart had become increasingly firm.

"That's right, a sage emerges from seclusion, travels the world, teaches and enlightens without discrimination—this is the true sage!!"

Compared to Jehovah and Lucifer, who were so impoverished that they had to sell their blood to survive, Allah's daily life was obviously much more comfortable. After all, he was not like those two unfortunate big shots who had all their power sealed away. Moreover, Remi showed him, the former progenitor of the vampire clan, quite a bit of respect.

So during his year at school, he couldn't have lived a more comfortable life than he could have imagined. He hadn't enjoyed such a peaceful life in a long time... except for the 400 years he was sealed in a coffin.

The influx of new students made Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry several times more lively than before. However, it is worth mentioning that among the new students enrolled this year were also the reborn Great Fairy and Cirno.

Fairies do not die. Even if they do die, they can be reborn quickly. After they are reborn, they lose all their previous powers and memories and start all over again.

Of course, memories can be restored at will, but most fairies who die and are reborn do not choose to do so. They respect life, love nature, and regard each rebirth as a new beginning.

Of course, Daiyousei and Cirno had only recently been reborn, so regaining their memories was out of the question. Therefore, before Daiyousei became Cirno's mother, Kamishirasawa Keine had no choice but to take on the responsibility of being the mother of these two little ones.

However, judging from her demeanor, Kamishirasawa Keine seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

Unfortunately, due to recklessly using power beyond her limits, the originally aloof and intelligent Cirno was transformed into a child prodigy.

Less than a day after arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the guidance of Kamishirasawa Keine, our prodigy ⑨ has turned the entire school into complete chaos…

As the saying goes, the waves of the Yangtze River keep pushing the front waves forward, and each generation is more impressive than the last.

Cirno wasn't the only one who made a splash during her freshman year. There was another prominent figure in the academy, who was on par with the child prodigy ⑨, and was a human who had just enrolled and hadn't even had a chance to learn magic yet.

The things this newly enrolled human girl did were nothing short of earth-shattering, because on her very first day at the academy, she blew up the headmaster's office...

—This one thing alone is enough to make her a legend in the school's history.

Compared to this incident, other minor things like forcibly entering the men's restroom, accidentally entering Patchouli's magic research room and causing a huge explosion, and finally ending up in the infirmary with Patchouli... are all insignificant.

Yes, she was the poor blonde little girl.

It is nothing short of a miracle that such a small school of magic as Hogwarts could produce two such brilliant talents at the same time.

In short, the academy has become increasingly lively thanks to the emergence of these two talented individuals.

"Has this day finally come...?"

Standing by the window of the rebuilt principal's office, looking out at the scenery, Shi Bai had a deep and serious expression on his face.

"Today will be an extraordinary day for me. I've had similar experiences before..."

Before someone could finish speaking, a soccer ball shattered through the glass and crashed into the principal's office with a loud clang.

Just as Shiro was staring silently at the soccer ball, Cirno's voice drifted over from below the window.

"Principal, could you please kick the soccer ball down again?"

With her hands to her mouth, our child prodigy shouted loudly towards the principal's office above, completely unaware that her friends who had been playing football with her behind her had all secretly run away.

"........."

After a moment of silent reflection, Shi Bai expressionlessly replaced the soccer ball with a balloon and threw it down, then continued his lamentation about the past and present.

I used to have many like-minded friends. We would exchange information and ideas, and even if no one made an appointment, we would gather together at certain times.

The box, covered in dust and placed in the warehouse, contained the uniforms that my comrades and I used to wear. The uniforms were black except for the red "F" on the hood, which symbolized flames.

The smell of gasoline was still as pungent as ever, the old torch from back then still hadn't burned completely, and the sickle, though rusty, was still sharp after maintenance.