restless daily life

“That’s right.” The white-clad figure’s voice was deep and cold, the lamplight unable to dispel the chill in his tone. “The person outside is in dire straits, unable to open the door no matter how loudly they cry for help, there is no response from inside. In the end, they can only imprint their desperate struggle on this door…”

Feng Bin and Hua felt even more agitated: "Gurgle."

"I hate it... I hate it so much... I hate it so much..."

The white shadow muttered to itself.

Sakurajima Mai asked briefly, "Did you scratch me?"

Bai Ying: "I scratched it."

boom!

Feng Bin and Hua immediately kicked Bai Ying: "What are you doing scratching at the door for no reason?!"

"It was roughly like this..."

……

"Hey! Playwright, are you in there?"

"No."

"Hurry up and come out! This is a friendly exchange! We need to discuss and gather ideas to complete the escape plan!" Bai Ying sneered. "Could it be that you were so ashamed and embarrassed by my words yesterday that you finally dare not meet me? Hehehe—"

"Is it possible that I'm having a burst of inspiration and am writing an article?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A cold laugh drifted out from the room: "Ha, foolish disciple, drown yourself while clinging to your Kaven!"

"Who is this grandson calling his apprentice?" Bai Ying pointed and said earnestly, "I can see you're clearly out of ideas, yet you pretend to be working hard, seemingly honing your skills in seclusion, but in reality you're just daydreaming and slacking off! Alright, alright, come out now. Would I laugh at you for not being able to write a script? Of course not. I've always been kind to you. Even if I think you have this problem or that problem, I won't say it out loud. I've always encouraged and cheered you on, valuing harmony and peace. Every time I see you frowning, unable to put pen to paper, it's your frustration that amuses me..."

“There are probably such people,” the person in the room said leisurely. “They are keen to savor the tragedies, anguish and extreme emotions of others, whether it is someone fighting, someone making a fool of themselves, someone being passionate, or someone shedding tears. They can find so-called pleasure in these things and are smug about it. If someone criticizes or questions their behavior or state of mind, they will claim to be an outsider, watching the show for their own amusement.”

"These kinds of people also encounter situations of distress, sorrow, and embarrassment. Whenever they encounter such situations, they will emphasize their detached position and stress that they are just bored bystanders in order to avoid the embarrassment of being watched. But isn't this also a drama?"

The conversation gradually rose in cadence, the voices becoming lively: "Empty and cowardly souls, unable and unwilling to experience the joys and sorrows of others, spend their days licking the lips of others. Yet this behavior can only taste one flavor, and to emphasize that what they are consuming is delicious, they label it the taste of 'joy'... Hmm, if a script were written based on this idea, it should be called 'The Man Who Eats with His Butt'..."

Bai Ying sensed something was wrong, raised her hand to knock on the door and shouted, "Inspiration Interruption Technique!"

"In terms of creation, one must first expand to a broader environment... In this environment, people find joy in sorrow and pleasure in joy. At first glance, it seems that everyone is happy, but it is also possible that everyone is sad. However, in a social ideology that cannot tolerate powerlessness, incompetence, and failure, one can only weave oneself into a false image of a strong person, as if one can find pleasure in others to comfort one's own tragedy, but this only leads to a greater tragedy—yes! Everyone must be twisted, tightening their grip on others and themselves, in order to untangle this ball of yarn..."

Clearly, the playwright inside the room was engrossed in his ideas and oblivious to the commotion outside the door.

My own writer's block is unbearable, but others' inspiration is even more painful!

"I hate it! I hate it so much! I hate it so much!"

"Stop creating, why don't we all go badmouth the group leader?"

"Playwright, all your talent right now is fake; the real you is the one struggling with writer's block..."

"Ouch-ouch—!"

To the commotion outside the door, the playwright, with a smile full of encouragement and pity, simply said, "Keep going, you can definitely do it."

Click click click click—!!

The white figure stretched out its hand with a contorted expression and scratched the door hard, its fingernails scraping against the wooden board with a series of ear-piercing screechs.

Feng Bin and Hua felt their scalps tingle and couldn't help but kick Bai Ying again: "You bastard, stop it! You're disturbing the peace in the middle of the night!!"

"Recalling the past, I am quite excited." Bai Ying came back to her senses and said with a relaxed expression, "The effect is obvious. Compared to me, who can still create when the laptop fan is broken and making a creaking noise, the playwright is the traditional handwriting type, who insists on the best paper and pen, that the ink must be fully absorbed before writing, and that the surroundings must be quiet... Hmph, as soon as I made my move, his inspiration was shattered into dust."

Mai Sakurajima stroked her chin, looking with interest at the doors of the stone house: "How does a playwright interrupt your inspiration?"

“He recited ‘The Love of Hands’ outside my door, which caused me to go berserk and lose my composure.” Bai Ying clicked his tongue. “If it were me now, this kind of trick would definitely not work… Now, the playwright would definitely change his tactics, probably reciting things like ‘Sakurajima Mai’s First Performance’ or ‘Toyohama and Hana’s Dinner’.”

"What the heck?" Feng Bin and Hua were stunned for a moment.

Bai Ying: "It's a smutty novel."

Feng Bin and Hua instantly realized what dinner meant, and couldn't help but kick Bai Ying again: "You'd be the one to do that!"

"Stop fooling around." Bai Ying waved her hand. "Do I even need to write?"

What else do you want to do?!

Feng Bin and Hua hesitated, scratching their heads and refraining from speaking.

"A playwright would write...that kind of stuff?" Mai Sakurajima asked with a strange expression. "I think he's quite classy and cultured..."

Bai Ying nodded and said, "Indeed! As a member of the Scarlet Theatre Troupe, to write such low-class stuff shows that playwrights have very low taste!"

Mai Sakurajima: "Oh, he's also a member of the Crimson Troupe."

That's fine.

After touring the room, which resembled a prison cell, the group noticed some things on the wall by the light.

【wall】

The walls of the room were unremarkable, except for their indestructibility. There were interwoven writings, the meaning illegible, and patches of messy scribbles, resembling strange structures of magic circles and incantations. One could vaguely make out words like 'death' and 'curse'...

"What is this?"

"The Kaven magic circle I drew for the playwright was mainly meant to persuade him to turn back from his misguided path. Rather than Kaven dying, we should curse the captain together."

"You know magic circles?"

"Made up."

"cut……"

"If charlatans can make it up, why can't I?"

Upon entering the living room, there were no sofas or televisions, only a few chairs surrounding a small table. Mai Sakurajima found a small crumpled piece of paper under the table.

【Paper ball】

The crumpled paper, seemingly worn and inelastic, contained a note inside. Fragments of text were legible, suggesting it was a vehement denigration and vicious curse against someone…

"Nihilism is the aesthetics of rebellion, like a child who is half-understanding the world and is in the middle of a rebellious phase. He refuses to understand and communicate, yet he thinks he understands everything and must do something different to show that he is right. Therefore, we can conclude that the leader is in the middle of a rebellious phase."

Mai Sakurajima examined the handwriting: "You didn't write this, did you?"

"What I wrote should be 'Negativity is the aesthetics of tsundere. Even though they have experienced beautiful and painful things and understand those joys and sorrows, they deny it verbally and resolutely refuse to admit that they have felt the heartbeats. From this, we can conclude that the leader is tsundere.'"

Bai Ying reached out and took the note: "When I communicate with playwright Caven, it's basically centered around the leader, with his pointing and suggestions as the radius. We use literary techniques to express ourselves, to hone each other's thinking abilities, and to try to inspire each other. Sometimes we talk, and sometimes we're too lazy to talk, so we write it down..."

"The playwright didn't destroy the evidence properly; I've got a loose end in his hands!"

Mai Sakurajima and Kazuha Toyohama were speechless, saying that this place truly lived up to its name as a "dark room," filled with colorful and colorful dark histories, as if every trace had a bizarre little story behind it.

The two listened with great interest, wandering around the room as if on an adventure, listening to Bai Ying tell stories of the past until they were satisfied and left.

Ok?

On her way back to her residence, Mai Sakurajima, who was chatting with her younger sister, paused and suddenly said, "It seems like I was fooled by the hater."

Feng Bin and Hua scratched their heads, then subconsciously replied, "About that bastard licking my feet?"

"He didn't lick it!" Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but twitch her brow, then calmed herself down and said, "Don't you know him? He must have sensed you were coming, that's why he deliberately did things to embarrass me..."

Toyohama Kazuka pointed out the blind spot: "Wasn't he hiding his head under the table? How could he possibly see me..."

Sakurajima Mai smiled and reached out to pat Toyohama Kazuka's head: "Kazuka is already so siding with the hater-kun?"

"Uh...no way." Toyohama Kazuka thought for a moment, confirming that she probably hadn't. "So what was it that you were fooled about?"

"how to say……"

Mai Sakurajima was in a bit of a dilemma. She couldn't very well say that she had overheard those words by chance and suddenly wanted to be unreasonable with her boyfriend, could she?

His description of Hayato Hayama revealed many echoes of his past life. Because he poured too much emotion into his heart, he was unable to escape the predicament of indifference and loneliness... But based on a girl's intuition, there must have been some irrationality in it. He wanted to... no, not loser... no, anyway, there must have been some thoughts that flashed through his mind, perhaps considering Yukino.

When I put myself in that situation, I couldn't help but think about the issues with my fans and boyfriend.

"To give an example, Kazuha is an idol, right?" Mai Sakurajima said simply. "Fans certainly like you, but they also expect you to reciprocate their affection. It's hard for them to accept that they've invested their feelings in you, but you have a boyfriend. Although it doesn't have a big impact, would they want their haters to take action for them?"

Feng Bin and Hua asked in surprise, "What does this have to do with anything? I like bastards, not them. Why would bastards waste their time arguing with others? They'd rather spend more time with me..."

Mai Sakurajima paused slightly, then smiled as she recalled what had just happened.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Hmm—the hater did a good job fooling us just now."

What's so strange?

Feng Bin and Hua were completely puzzled.

"By the way, what did you want to talk to him about earlier?"

"Oh! I forgot! I came to ask him how he takes a shower on the island!"

……

On the first day of the special school trip, many students were still awake.

"It's only nine o'clock and you're already going to sleep?"

"It looks like there won't be any evening study sessions... The power must be off, the lights won't turn on."

"Tutoring is quite easy, and Bai Ying didn't even plan to mess with anyone."

The atmosphere among students is alright.

Hayato Hayama lay in bed, listening to his roommates chat, and could see the glow of several cell phones when he looked up.

He was somewhat baffled—had Bai Ying underestimated the academic pressure at Zongwu High School? This pace was much less stressful than usual, let alone for seniors. Where did this dissatisfaction, protest, and rebellion come from?

"Where's the power strip? My phone's about to die!"

Chapter 46 I Bet You Win

Ding ding ding ding ding——!!!

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight shone on the lush, uninhabited island, a crisp, resonant sound shattered the morning.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"It's this late, how can you guys still be sleeping?!"

"La la la~! La la la—!"

The white figure moved swiftly, beating drums and gongs, sweeping across houses and startling the sleepy, confused crowds.

A high school senior, who was fast asleep, was suddenly jolted awake. Completely bewildered, his mind a jumbled mess, he jumped out of bed, opened the door, and angrily demanded, "Bai Ying! What time is it?!"

The white figure turned around and said, "Eight o'clock in the morning."

Waking people up at eight o'clock...

"Eight o'clock?!"

The senior was a little confused. He subconsciously took out his phone, only to realize that it was out of battery.

"It got dark at seven yesterday, the lights went out at nine, and I got up at eight this morning..." Bai Ying frowned and said, "This student, don't stay up late tonight."

The senior high school student was speechless for a moment, rubbing his still slightly dizzy head, watching the other person continue to ramble on and on—what time did he go to bed last night? He must have been in bed by 10 pm, right? Ugh! He felt like he only slept for five or six hours, but actually he slept for almost ten hours?

Is this tutoring schedule really okay?

School starts classes at 8 a.m., but after-school tutoring doesn't start waking people up until 8 a.m.

Senior high school students always feel that there are problems everywhere.

Anyway, my special tutoring life on the deserted island has begun. Although it's still tutoring, at least the air here is nice.

The senior high school student felt a strange sense of anticipation for the start of today.

The specially selected and compacted large open space can be divided into a small wooden cabin area for accommodation, a classroom area with simple tables and chairs, a dining area with stoves, and several sinks surrounding the kitchen, which serves as both a kitchen water supply and a washing area.

Early in the morning, a large group of people would line up with their own towels and toothbrushes to wash their faces and rinse their mouths. Then, led by the student council president's shouts, which sounded like those of a savage, they would line up for a morning run on the forest path.

9:00, have breakfast.

9:30, studying.

9:40, studying.

9:50, studying.

10:00, rest.