Survival Handbook for the Red-and-Black World

[Don’t rush to add this to your collection. I may change it later, and depending on how things go, I may decide not to write this story. The blurb will be changed.] 1. Bai Chuanbai had written down his slacker life goals countless times. - Live off the fat of the land, never work a day in his life, and spend his days partying on the huge fortune his cheap parents left him. But the prerequisite for a wonderful life was staying alive. 2. He glanced at the bright red [5] hovering above his head, then looked at the food he’d ordered. Bai Chuanbai fell into deep thought. - [Try it. Mmm, sweet, rich sauce and fresh eel. What could be hiding in that soft white rice? I certainly won’t tell you this feast was meant to poison the person at the next table, but accidentally got served to you instead! Don’t worry, the flowers on your grave this time next year will definitely be white!] Bai Chuanbai: ... Thanks. I suddenly lost my appetite. 3. Marked by a malicious label, Bai Chuanbai clearly understands that he lives inside a hit manga. The manga isn’t the point. The point is that it’s a detective manga with an extreme shortage of victims. A case every three steps, a murder every five. And he’s on the victim reserve list. After being hit and killed by a speeding car, Bai Chuanbai wakes up with no broken bones or missing limbs. The only change is that the inexplicable [5] above his head fades to [4] beneath his burning gaze. 4. Bai Chuanbai: ... Help. This is somehow even less cheerful. - As the police academy’s most unusual exception, Matsuda Jinpei initially looked down on his fellow cadet Bai Chuanbai. He was selfish, willing to scrape by at any cost, cold, and numb. They schemed against each other, bickered, and fought. Everyone joked that this guy would definitely live to be a hundred. But then a towering wave came crashing in and swallowed young lives. The light-haired young man turned his life into a key, sending them out of the Grim Reaper’s grasp. His smiling eyes froze in a black-and-white image, his life cut short. The living’s cries of grief were carved into the gravestone, while the dead man behind it remained indifferent and silent. Kurosawa Si held a cigarette between his lips. In the wisps of smoke, only tiny sparks of fire remained. He lowered his eyes to the mottled ground, the corners of his mouth curling in a faint, chilly smile. "Let’s go," he said. "He’s just a rotten corpse." - Reader’s guide: 1. No romance. Friendship among the police academy group. No secret identities. 2. I promise that not a single member of the police academy group will suffer any physical harm during filming. 3. Content warning: The protagonist is selfish and indifferent in the beginning, watching from the sidelines. But later he’ll come around and be taught how to become a decent person. 4. Updates whenever I can. School is torturing me. Theme: Offer the most reverent ode to life.