My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"What? What kind of disrespectful behavior is this?"

"You guys are too arrogant, aren't you? We're not friends with you."

At that moment, the elementary school students froze in place.

“Eh…”

They strained their heads, trying to understand what they were hearing. However, Miura didn't give them time to think and continued:

"By the way, did someone look down on us just now? Which guy said that?"

The girls looked at each other, none of them daring to answer.

Seeing this, Miura clicked his tongue impatiently.

"I'm asking you who said that. Didn't someone just speak? Who was it? Can't you answer? Speak up!"

"sorry……"

Someone in the team whispered an apology.

However, Miura didn't even glance at it, only leaving behind one sentence:

"What? I can't hear you clearly."

"Hey, are you looking down on us?"

When the Ministry of Revenue glared at the elementary school students, they immediately backed away, but Miura was still blocking their way from behind.

"Go ahead, Ministry of Revenue, teach them what manners are. Isn't that our job too?"

The elementary school students were trapped, unable to move, and unable to escape. Unbeknownst to them, they were now trapped in a triangle formed by Hayama, Miura, and Tobe.

The Ministry of Revenue resorted to brutal and intimidating tactics without any mercy.

Miura put pressure on them, every word he uttered like a sharp thorn.

Ye Shan remained silent throughout, using only his cold gaze to create an indescribable sense of terror.

Just a moment ago, these elementary school students were having a great time, but the contrast with their current state is stark. They must really want to turn back time and give their overconfident and foolish selves a good beating. Because they were so happy until just now, their feeling of plummeting to rock bottom is all the more intense.

The Minister of Revenue cracked his knuckles and then clenched his fists.

"Brother Yeshan, should we teach them a lesson?"

The elementary school students also looked at Ye Shan, a sense of expectation rising in their hearts: he was the kindest person, and he would surely lend a helping hand, showing a gentle smile and speaking up for them.

Unfortunately, Hayama just gave a cold laugh and said what we had prepared earlier.

"Alright, I'll let half of you go, and the other half can stay. You can decide for yourselves which ones want to stay."

His voice was cold to the point of being cruel.

In the dead silence, the elementary school students looked at each other, asking each other with their eyes what to do.

"...I'm so sorry."

This time, someone apologized even more earnestly, and almost cried.

Unfortunately, Hayama did not give up.

"I'm not asking for apologies. I already said half of you stay... Make a decision quickly."

The elementary school students' shoulders trembled every time they heard that cold voice.

"Hey, are you deaf? Or are you hearing me but deliberately ignoring me?"

"Hurry up! Who's staying? You?"

Miura continued to exert pressure, while Hobu stomped his foot and issued a threatening statement.

"Tsurumi, you're staying..."

"...That's what I mean."

“…………”

A group of people whispered among themselves, discussing who should be the scapegoat. Liu Mei remained silent, neither commenting nor giving her opinion. She had probably already guessed that she would be pushed out; it was something she had expected.

I couldn't help but sigh. So far, things have unfolded as I predicted; now it's just a matter of seeing if they'll continue to follow my script.

Yukinoshita, standing nearby, also sighed.

"Now that's your goal, right?"

"That's right, I'm going to ruin Rumi Tsurumi's relationships with others."

Yuihama overheard our hushed conversation and murmured forlornly:

"Is that really a good idea...?"

"No problem. It's best to completely destroy those fake relationships all at once."

"Can it be destroyed?"

She pressed me anxiously for answers, and I nodded helplessly.

"Probably. As Hayama said, if those elementary school students were really close, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened, and it would have ended here. But it seems that's not the case."

"Indeed. People who associate with others are all the same type.

Yukinoshita had already seen through how things would unfold—no, judging from her tone, it was as if she was used to such things.

She's right, the matter is not over yet.

After being pushed out of the United States, a bitter expression flashed across Hayama's face, but he quickly put on a cold mask.

"Have you chosen one person yet? There are still two left, hurry up."

Two more people must be chosen from the remaining five, meaning they will have to go through the same process twice more. Who is truly at fault? And who should bear the blame? The witch's trial has officially begun.

"...If only Yuka hadn't said that."

"It's all your fault!"

"That makes sense..."

When one of them pointed to another, everyone immediately echoed. They were the ones who sent prisoners to the guillotine, the ones who cut the ropes, and the ones who waited with anticipation.

However, no one wants to be a submissive weakling.

"No! It was Hitomi who said it first!"

"I didn't say anything! I did nothing wrong! It was clearly Komori's attitude that was bad! You're always like that, even with the teacher!"

"Huh? You're talking about me? What does this have to do with anything? Hitomi spoke first, then Yuka spoke second, so why are you blaming me now?"

They were arguing so fiercely they were almost grabbing each other by the collar. We watched from the sidelines and could tell they were so angry they were about to lose their voices.

"Everyone, stop arguing and apologize quickly..."

Overwhelmed by fear, despair, and hatred, some couldn't help but cry. They probably thought that their tears might elicit some sympathy from Hayama and the others.

Unfortunately, when Miura saw them shed tears, his attitude did not soften; instead, he became even more displeased, slamming his phone shut as he was halfway through playing with it, and spitting out a fierce flame.

"I hate girls who think crying will make everything alright. Hayato, what are you going to do? They still won't learn their lesson."

"...There are two more people, and they're quick."

Ye Shan suppressed his emotions and spoke in a mechanical tone. Kebu, on the other hand, pretended to throw a few punches.

"Hayato, it'd be quicker to just beat them all up!"

"I'll only wait thirty seconds for you."

If things continued like this, there would never be a result. Therefore, he set a time limit and applied even greater pressure.

"Even if we apologize now, we won't get forgiveness... Should we just call him 'teacher'?"

"Oh, we've memorized your faces. You should know what will happen if we report you, right?"

After one of them made a suggestion, the Ministry of Revenue easily refuted it. With no other options, they gradually fell silent, letting time slip by.

"Twenty seconds left."

Only Hayama's voice could be heard at the scene.

After a brief silence, one of the team members muttered:

"...Let's keep Yuka."

"It's you, Yuka!"

"...I think so too."

The second person echoed loudly, followed by another calm voice.

One of the team members turned deathly pale; that person must be Yuka. She glanced briefly at the only team member who hadn't spoken yet.

The person Yuka was looking at lowered their eyes and turned their face away.

"...I'm sorry, but this was unavoidable."

Upon hearing this, Yuka's lips trembled uncontrollably. She probably had no idea what was going on.

Yuihama let out a breath she had been holding for a long time.

"Was it unavoidable...?"

Yes, it was out of necessity.

No one dares to go against the majority opinion, so even if they know that someone will suffer because of it, there is nothing they can do.

Majority decisions and the opinions of the masses are inviolable, and sometimes we even have to ignore our own will.

Because everyone says this and everyone does this, if you don't listen to everyone, you won't be able to fit into that circle.

However, no one calls them "Everyone". "Everyone" doesn't speak, doesn't throw punches, and doesn't show any signs of anger or laughter.

It is an illusion formed by the group's magic, a monster created unintentionally, an undead created to hide the petty malice in everyone's heart, which devours the ostracized and even curses its own companions.

Both he and she were victims.

Therefore, I hate a world that imposes the concept of "everyone" on everyone; I hate peace that is achieved through despicable means of sacrificing others; I hate the burying of kindness and justice, the raising of the banner of malice, and the empty concept of thorns and deception that, with the passage of time, leaves only a field of thorns.

We cannot change the past, the world, or what has already happened, nor can we change "everyone." However, this does not mean that we must join the group of "everyone."

We can either leave the past behind or destroy the world.

"nineteen……"

Hayama is still counting down.

Liu Mei simply closed her eyes quietly, clutching the digital camera hanging around her neck as if it were a talisman. She might actually be praying in her heart.

"Eight, seven..."

Some shouted, some sobbed softly, and the dark forest absorbed their hatred, seemingly growing even darker.

It's about time. Those elementary school kids have already realized their own and others' malice, and that's enough. Next, all I need to do is say to them, "Just kidding~ Did you scare me♪". Although this action is bound to get me scolded by the teacher, I'll take the blame for that.

I made up my mind and prepared to stand up—

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly someone grabbed my clothes, causing me to choke.

"Ugh... what's wrong?"

I turned around and saw Yui staring intently at Rumi. Seeing her action, I squatted back down.

"Five, four, three..."

"that……"

Liu Mei raised her hand, interrupting Hayama's countdown. Hayama and the others all looked at her, their eyes asking, "What is it?"

at this time--

Intense flashes of light surrounded them, accompanied by a continuous crackling of machinery. Dazzling light burst forth from the darkness, painting their vision white.

"Can you run? Hurry, this way!"

My vision was blurring, and all I could hear was the phrase "studying in the US" and the footsteps of several people running past.

It took me quite a while to understand what was going on.

"Was that light from a flash...?"