restless daily life

What are you saying all of a sudden!

Yukino Yukinoshita was a little flustered. Remembering that there were people watching, she quickly turned her head to look.

The senior high school student stared blankly at the two people behind the conference table with a stiff, lifeless face.

"Because I don't like you, I'm too lazy to find any reasons to dislike you—I don't like you, I don't like you, I don't like you, I don't like you..."

The white figure stared intently at Yukino Yukinoshita, then launched into a monologue.

"Alright!" Yukino Yukinoshita finally interrupted, suppressing her emotions.

It's best to save these kinds of words for when you're alone with someone, so you can respond and act cute without any distractions. Saying them in front of others is just being deliberately mean!

She coughed, smoothed her hair, and said seriously, "Chairman! This is working time. Please take this matter seriously, as Bai Jun himself raised it."

"Okay, Vice President."

Bai Ying composed himself and said seriously, "This challenge tests your flexibility of thought, courage, and communication skills. These are all very important personal qualities, whether in studies or in life. I think there's nothing wrong with the challenge itself. What do you think, brave one?"

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

I couldn't find any words to object, but to agree would seem strange.

She coughed lightly and changed the subject: "How are you feeling, senior? Can you accept this challenge?"

"Your lack of objection equals your agreement."

Bai Ying casually poked his girlfriend, then turned to look at the senior high school student whose face was numb, and smiled calmly: "Young man, since you've already admitted defeat, then step down."

The senior high school student, looking aggrieved, still got up and left on his own initiative. As soon as he turned around, he saw a group of students watching the show not far away, discussing it animatedly, pushing and shoving each other, and being polite to one another.

"Ahem, why don't you give it a try?"

"No, no, no, you should take this opportunity."

"If you win, you can charge your phone and go sightseeing in the city. If you lose, there's no punishment. Why don't you give it a try!"

"With so many of us attacking together, Bai Ying won't have much time or energy to deal with us. If we wear him down until he can't hold on any longer, many of us will be able to successfully challenge him!"

"You're fearless now, go for it!"

"Your senior is too thin-skinned; you can't beat the student council president..."

"Who do you think he likes?"

Gan!

It's all for the sake of making the student council president look good on TV!

Chapter Fifty-Two: Rebel, You!

"Heh heh! You want to challenge me too? Let's arm wrestle! Whoever lets go first loses!"

Ha! Even if the student council president seems to have good athletic ability, can he compare to me, a student with special athletic talent?

"Why compete to see who lets go first? To see who has the stronger grip and can tolerate more pain?" The referee disagreed, "If it's an arm-wrestling match, then it's just a regular one..."

"No need!" the challenger said confidently. "I think this challenge is no problem!"

Victory is a sure thing, and I can even take the opportunity to mess with the other side, letting that unlucky student council president taste my mighty monument-splitting hand!

"If the players have no objections, the referee doesn't need to say anything."

The organizers shouted: "Come on!"

The two hands suddenly clasped together.

Challenger: My hands are pliers!

I want you to scream and scream and give up!

The organizers used the technique of gently plucking, twisting, and picking.

"The friction of skin against skin generates heat, glistening with moisture. The lines on the palms are roughened by the friction, then smoothed again in the intense rubbing, the two hands intertwining and refining each other's shape. Gently closing the palms, touching the skin, through the flesh, bones, and tendons, the fingertips brush against the skin, like plucking the strings of a musical instrument, letting the sound fall into the heart—ah! How passionate and thirsty this hand is..."

The challenger immediately let go, stood up, and forcefully pulled his hand away. Ignoring the organizer's earnest attempts to persuade him to stay, he ruthlessly pulled away and left.

Referee: "...You win."

The organizer sighed regretfully, "Alas, this contestant is too innocent. I haven't had enough yet—Vice President, let's have an arm wrestling match!"

Referee: "Shut up."

There was no moment of mourning for the defeat of the athletic students; the next to arrive on the battlefield was the literature student.

"Seeing that you're delicate and frail, let's give you a test of your knowledge," the organizer said considerately. "We'll have the referee say one sentence each, and whoever makes the referee's emotions fluctuate the most wins, how about that?"

Referee: "Wait a minute, what's the point of this competition?"

The organizer stated, "Language is a medium of communication. The more proficient one is in language, the more efficiently one can convey and trigger information. How can you say it's meaningless?"

The literary-minded girl complained, "You two are so close, you definitely have the advantage."

The organizer explained, "That's not quite right. The better the relationship, the less emotion there is, and the less emotion there is, the weaker the relationship. Why do childhood sweethearts always get snatched away by newcomers? It's because they're too familiar with each other, making it difficult to generate new emotions through words or actions! When a newcomer makes eye contact, their heart races, they overthink, and they try to figure out what the other person means. But when a childhood sweetheart makes eye contact, it's just eye contact! I'm voluntarily giving up my advantage."

The literary girl: "Yes, I think this competition is acceptable."

Referee: "Wait a minute, there's a serious problem. This kind of competition is presented to the participants in front of them, and they're mentally prepared. So-called emotional fluctuations..."

"If the players have no objections, why should the referee object?"

The organizer asked, "Would you like to go first, or should I?"

"I'll come first!"

The literary-minded girl looked at the referee, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to stir up the other person's emotions with a single sentence... Although she wasn't particularly familiar with the referee, the referee was somewhat of a celebrity, and she knew a bit about her personality... Wait, let's try a different approach! If it were Bai Ying, what would he do?

The literature-loving girl suddenly realized, first revealing a confident smile, then composed herself, feigning indifference, and deliberately trying to express a sense of detachment in her tone: "I will vote for Bai Jun and approve him as the student council president!"

referee:"???"

The organizer commented: "A blank expression is actually a very difficult expression to perform. It is easy to make it look pretentious and the tone is too suppressed. It should not be about suppressing emotions and making them flat, but about letting the emotions break through the tone. It should show the person's emotions of arguing for reason and being indignant on behalf of others, while maintaining a calm and flat tone of speech. I can only give your imitation 3 points."

referee:"#!"

The literary-minded girl confidently declared, "It's your turn."

Organizer: "Me? I already said that. Vice President Referee, it's time to announce the results of the competition."

The literary girl: "...Based on the emotions I expressed after I spoke, you continued to provoke those emotions—was this your trick to gain the upper hand?!"

The organizer said, "Hey! The referee hasn't announced the winner yet, how can the contestant surrender prematurely? Referee, who do you think won? I believe that a fair and honest referee who would never lie and would put the public interest before personal gain will be able to give a convincing answer!"

The literary-minded girl could almost see the referee's emotional state soaring.

The result was obvious. Although the literary girl lost, she witnessed an interesting scene. The organizers not only won the competition but also the content of the competition. Only the referee, suppressing his emotions, announced the winner and then severely criticized the organizers for the content of the competition.

Without even a moment's mourning for the literary girl's defeat, it was Yukino Yukinoshita who rushed to the battlefield after smelling the scent!

"What are we comparing? What are we comparing?"

Yukinoshita Haruno asked with great interest, "How about we have a competition to see who can make the referee happier? Or who knows the referee better?"

"..." Yukino Yukinoshita took a shallow breath and said coldly, "According to the rules, this place is for students only, so we cannot accommodate you."

She stared at her unfortunate boyfriend with a cold gaze, silently conveying that if he continued to fan the flames, she would lose her temper.

The white figure rested her chin on her hand, turned her head to look back at Yukino Yukinoshita, and laughed: "Vice President, this is an activity for everyone to have fun together. Did you have a good time with everyone?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glared slightly, gritting her teeth: "Are you kidding me?"

"Yes!" Bai Ying said gently, "I'm so happy for you!"

"……snort."

Yukino Yukinoshita was speechless for a moment, then let out a soft hum, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Yukinoshita: "Tsk tsk tsk—"

Her outward dissatisfaction was easily dispelled by a simple click of her tongue, and Yukino Yukinoshita stood up: "I'm going to take care of some important business. You can enjoy your time."

Two pairs of eyes watched as Yukino Yukinoshita walked faster and faster, leaving without looking back. It was unclear whether she was going to study on her own or thinking about how to come up with something reliable and meaningful for the student council activities.

"Referee number two, please take your position." The white figure gestured.

Yukinoshita Haruno walked around to the table and sat down, rocking her chair from side to side: "Hey, what's the next game? How about a truth or dare game? You can always tell if someone's lying."

"I'm a player, how can I do the job of a referee?"

Bai Ying waved her hand and said, "The specific content of the competition is tailored to the challenger."

"Huh? Isn't it tailor-made for the referees?"

"You're too shameless, making you difficult to attack. Let's team up instead."

The two chatted and discussed while waiting for the next student who yearned for freedom to take on the challenge.

After witnessing the deaths of several challengers, the students watching whispered among themselves, realizing how terrifying this challenge was—the organizers who knew their weaknesses, the challenge content that was tailored to each individual, and the student council president who had no flaws…

The challenge is not necessarily a zero-win situation, but the challenger must have no weaknesses, be able to ignore the student council president's tactics, have the will to remain unmoved even if their secrets are exposed, and have the courage to be fearless even if their dark history is exposed in public.

It doesn't matter to numb middle-aged people, but it's a challenge for teenage high school students.

Who can unravel this open conspiracy?

"I think Bai Ying is just messing with us. He was just teasing Yukino earlier, asking who could pass his weird competitions?"

"Whether it passes or not doesn't matter, the main thing is that it's quite interesting, right? Thirsty Hands?"

"climb!"

"Who's going to try?"

"Didn't you say that you've been stifled by rote learning and endless practice problems, cut off all your ties, and become a 'college entrance exam machine'—crucially indifferent to joy or sorrow, devoid of any emotion—just an automated learning machine focused on preparing for the exam every day? Go! It's time to show him the true power of a top high school student!"

"Alright."

One person casually strode out to the challenge area and got straight to the point: "What do you want to compete in? If it's about exam questions and knowledge points, I'm pretty confident."

Although the other student is second in the grade, they are a sophomore, fundamentally different from me, a senior...

Without a moment's mourning for the challengers ahead, the warriors of the college entrance examination rushed to the battlefield!

"What a formidable challenger!"

Yukino Yukinoshita said in a serious tone, "He exudes the aura of a nonchalant strongman. What kind of challenge will this rascal come up with to make things difficult for him? Should we pit him against his strongest area of ​​study? Or should we find another way to challenge him with eating, drinking and having fun? Or should we exploit his dark weaknesses and make him give up because he can't handle the pressure?"

"I've heard that the student council president can read minds and has intelligence on all the students in the school, so his rhetoric is always effective. But these tricks won't work on me. Let's have a direct confrontation in some areas." The college entrance exam machine said calmly, "Since the beginning of my senior year, I've been immersed in a sea of ​​questions, private tutoring, and exams, preparing for the final battlefield. I feel neither joy nor sorrow, and I'm single-minded. There's nothing in my mind that you can use against me."

"The challenger is very confident... oh no, I should say he doesn't care anymore. As long as I don't care about being happy or unhappy, what others say has nothing to do with my feelings." Judge Number Two was clearly more proactive than Judge Number One. "What does the student council president think of the challenger's declaration?"

Bai Ying stared at the other person for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "I choose to concede."

Yukino Yukinoshita: "Hey! If I were the referee, you wouldn't play anymore?"

The test-taker, somewhat surprised, nodded nonchalantly: "Oh, then I win, I..."

Suddenly, the other party seemed a bit stuck... What can you do with the privileges you get after winning?

"Congratulations to this student for winning the challenge!" Bai Ying asked enthusiastically, "Are you going to take a boat to the city for sightseeing and shopping, or do you need to charge your phone and go online, or are you having any difficulties with your studies and need extra tutoring from your teacher?"

Travel? No need. Cell phone? No need. Studying is difficult... I've learned everything I need to learn and taken notes. All that's left is to practice all kinds of question types until they become second nature, constantly reinforce my memory, and pray that the exam content happens to be the type of questions I remember best.

Why was I encouraged to stand up?

The challenger fell into deep thought.

Yukinoshita asked in surprise, "Huh? If you're preparing for the exam with all your might, why are you participating in this special event?"

Bai Ying shrugged: "Parents are strange creatures. They want people to study hard, but they also want people to have a balance between work and rest."

“That makes sense…” Yukinoshita Haruno rested her chin on her hand. “If he doesn’t care about the reward, then why did this challenger come out to challenge you?”

"I guess it's because I'm not very serious about my student career and often make headlines at school, so there's a subconscious sense of rejection towards me," Bai Ying analyzed. "After all, not everyone can accept or like my style. Although most people support me, some students who are used to being quiet still find it noisy."

Are you sure most people support you?

"Otherwise, how could I become the student council president?"

"Bribing the principal, colluding with teachers, deceiving classmates, and taking advantage of Yukino..."

"Occasional support is still support."

"Does occasional opposition cease to be opposition?"

"What does it mean to oppose? It means to be against what is right, therefore I am right."