My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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hachiman hikigaya

birthday

August 8th (Because my birthday falls during summer vacation, I've never had any friends help me celebrate, though I was once cursed.)

Specialty

Riddles, brain teasers, and other things that can be done alone, as well as talking to oneself.

interest

read.

Holiday activities

Reading lazily, watching TV lazily, sleeping in late.

Shizuka Hiratsuka

shizuka hiratsuka

birthday

It's confidential. (Don't ask girls this kind of question.)

Specialty

Martial arts.

interest

Driving around, cycling around, reading (comics and He Lin's romance novels).

Holiday activities

Drink until dawn, sleep until noon, wake up and drink again, then go to sleep.

Graduation Development Survey

Zongwu Senior High School, Class 2F

Full name

Yui Yuigahama

Seat No. 33 Male/Female

Please write down your beliefs.

Get along well with everyone.

What dreams did you write in your graduation yearbook?

I wrote "May our friendship last forever!"

What efforts are you making now for the future?

Speak your mind frankly!

The teacher suggested:

Your beliefs are as vague as the "Battle" options in "Dragon Quest".

Personally, I think you're better suited to a "go for it" style. Also, regarding your dreams, some girls do write about them that way.

Incidentally, after graduating, the teacher never saw the girl who wrote down that dream again. Anyway, please keep up the good work.

Despite this, the class maintained a harmonious relationship, as depicted in Chapter 4 of Volume 1.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the fourth period, the atmosphere in the classroom immediately relaxed. Some students headed straight for the cafeteria, some moved their desks and chairs to prepare their lunches, and others went to other classrooms.

During lunch break today, Class 2F was as lively as ever.

However, on rainy days like today, I have nowhere to go. I usually have my own designated dining spot, but I don't want to eat in the rain.

With no other choice, I had to eat bread from a convenience store alone in the classroom.

On rainy days, I usually pass the time by reading novels or comics during lunch break. Unfortunately, I left the book I was reading halfway through in the clubroom yesterday. I should have gone to get it during the ten-minute break between classes.

But these are all hindsight, or as the English saying goes, "horse behind cannon"... no, that would be "horse after the gun" instead of "horse after the gun" (meaning to criticize someone after they have done something wrong).

I'm so bored that I can make myself laugh and then criticize myself.

I've always felt that when a person spends too much time alone, signs of self-destruction will appear.

I would start talking to myself at home, or even singing loudly by myself, which often resulted in the awkward situation of my sister coming home halfway through singing "MOTTO! MOT... Welcome back".

Of course, I won't sing in the classroom, so I'll be thinking about a lot of things.

In other words, solitary people are actually very good at thinking. As Pascal famously said, "Man is a thinking reed" (a famous quote from the 17th-century philosopher), we are thinking all the time. Solitary people do not need to share their thoughts with others, so they can think more deeply. Therefore, we solitary people have a different way of thinking than ordinary people, and we often come up with ideas that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Conveying vast amounts of information through the limited means of dialogue is extremely difficult. It's like uploading or sending a large file via computer; it takes a lot of time. Therefore, lonely people are generally not good at conversation, that's all.

I don't think this is a bad thing. Just like computers aren't only used for sending letters, they can also be used for things like browsing the internet and editing photos. In other words, don't judge a person based on a single set of values.

Although I used a computer as an analogy earlier, it doesn't mean I know a lot about computers. The people who truly understand this area are the group gathered at the front of the classroom.

I'm talking about the group of people who play online hunting with their PSPs. I think their name is either "Oda" or "Tahara"?

"Wow, you're using a sledgehammer!"

"A gun makes killing so satisfying!"

They seemed to be having a lot of fun.

I've played that game too, and honestly, I'd like to join them.

Comics, anime, and video games used to be the domain of loners, but recently they've become social tools. To communicate with these people, you need to have certain communication skills.

Sadly, with my mediocre looks, even if I joined, I would be secretly called a "trend follower" or a "fake otaku." What am I supposed to do?

When I was in junior high school, I saw a group of people discussing anime and wanted to join them, but they immediately fell silent, which made me quite sad... After that, I gave up on joining their circle.

I was never the kind of kid who would say "I want to play too," so it was even harder for me to make friends with others. When we played softball in class, there was a rule that the two boys in the center would play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner would get to choose their teammates first. Oh yeah, I was always the last one chosen. For a ten-year-old boy, excitedly wondering "When will I get to be chosen?", it was so pathetic. I feel like crying whenever I think about it now.

Because of this, even though I was originally quite good at sports, I gradually became less good at them. Although I liked baseball, there was no one to play with, so as a young child I could only throw the ball at the wall, practice fielding, and even imagine invisible runners and defensive formations to play singles baseball.

On the other hand, there were also people in this class who were adept at communication, such as the group at the back of the classroom. They consisted of two boys from the soccer club and two boys from the basketball club, as well as three girls. They exuded a glamorous atmosphere, making it immediately clear that they were the upper class of the class. Incidentally, Yui Hama also belonged to that group.

Two of them shone particularly brightly.

——Hayama Hayato.

He's the central figure in that group, the ace of the soccer club and a candidate for the next president. Looking at that guy for too long is really uncomfortable.

Anyway, he's a handsome guy, that's all. This is really going too far!

"Oh no, I can't today, I have to go to my club."

"It won't be a big deal to skip a day, right? Today there's a special on ice cream – buy two scoops for 31 yuan! I want chocolate and cocoa flavors."

"Both are chocolate (laughs)."

"Huh? That's a huge difference, isn't it? And I'm starving."

Hayama's friend, Miura Yumiko, protested loudly.

She had long, curly blonde hair, and her uniform was not properly worn, with her shoulders exposed, making one wonder, "Are you a courtesan?" Moreover, her skirt was so short that it was pointless to wear it.

Miura is beautiful and has regular features, but her flamboyant outfits and thoughtless behavior made me dislike her. To be precise, I was afraid of her; I didn't know what she might say to me.

But for Hayama, Miura didn't seem scary. From my observation, he probably thought Miura was someone he could talk to easily. So I don't understand what upper-class men are thinking. That woman was only chatting enthusiastically because the other person was Hayama. If it were me, I probably would have just been dismissed with a cold snort.

It doesn't matter, I have no connection with her anyway, so there's no need for us to talk.

Hayama and Miura continued their lively conversation.

"I'm sorry, I can't go today."

Hayama reiterated his conclusion, and Miura appeared very disappointed.

Then, Hayama, beaming with an incredibly bright smile, loudly proclaimed:

"We must seriously strive to become a national university this year."

Huh? National? This guy is talking about the "National Stadium," not Kunitachi City in Tokyo, which can be reached by taking the Chuo Line.

"puff……"

I almost burst out laughing.

Hayama actually struck a pose as if he was about to deliver a cool line. No way, I absolutely, absolutely won't let him get away with this.

"And also, Yumiko, you'll regret it if you eat too much."

"I can eat as much as I want and I won't get fat. Ahhh, I'm going to have ice cream today! Right, Yui?"

"Mmm...that's right, that's right. Yumiko has a great figure! But, I have something to do today..."

"That's right, we're definitely going to have a big meal today."

After Miura finished speaking, the others burst into laughter, sounding like canned laughter from a variety show. The sound was so loud that I could almost see the subtitles.

I wasn't deliberately trying to listen, but they were talking so loudly that it was impossible not to hear them. To be honest, both the otaku at the front of the classroom and the real-life enthusiasts at the back were very loud. I was sitting comfortably in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by empty space, yet the noise was unbearable, like sitting in the eye of a typhoon.

Hayama, the central figure, flashed a universally adorable smile and said:

"Don't eat too much and get a stomachache."

"Didn't I tell you? I can eat as much as I want without getting fat. Right, Yui?"

"Hmm... Yumiko has a really great figure, and her legs are so beautiful. But today..."

"Huh... really? That one named Yukinoshita seems even hotter, doesn't she?"

"Ah, indeed. Yukino is quite pretty—"

“…………”

"...Ah! No, I think Yumiko is more glamorous than her!"

Seeing Miura suddenly fall silent and his eyebrows twitch slightly, Yuihama quickly added, "How should I put it? This is just like a queen and her maid." Unfortunately, the maid's praise was not enough to win back the queen's favor; Miura simply narrowed his eyes unhappily.

"Alright. If you can wait until my club activities are over, I'll go with you."

Hayama sensed the awkward atmosphere and deliberately made the suggestion in a lighthearted tone. The Queen then regained her composure and happily replied, "OK, remember to text me later!" Yuihama, who had been huddled to the side, was relieved.

Hey, hey, hey, isn't that too much for you? Is that a feudal society? If reality requires caring so much about what others think, I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life.

At that moment, Yui looked up and our eyes met. She glanced at me, then took a deep breath as if making a firm decision, and said:

"Um... I need to go somewhere around noon..."

"Oh, is that so? Then could you buy me a bottle of lemon tea on your way back? I forgot to bring a drink today, and I only had bread for lunch, so I couldn't eat without tea."

"Huh? But, but, when I get back, the fifth period might have already started... I should say I'll be gone for the entire lunch break, so it might be a bit..."

As Yuihama finished speaking, Miura's expression froze instantly, as if he had been bitten on the hand by his own dog. Yuihama, who had never disobeyed him before, was actually saying "no" today.

"Huh? Wait, what's wrong with you? Yui, didn't you say something similar last time, and then leave as soon as school was over? You've been really busy lately!"

"Um... how should I put it... I have some personal matters to attend to, and I really have no choice but to... I'm so sorry..."

Yuigahama's words are incoherent. Are you an office worker apologizing?

However, her words backfired. Miura lost his patience and slammed his hand on the table.

The Queen's sudden outburst silenced the classroom. Xiao Tian and Tian Yuan in front quickly lowered their game volume, while Hayama and the others awkwardly looked down at the ground.

The only sound in the classroom was the tapping of Miura's long, slender fingers on the desk.

"How am I supposed to understand what you're saying? Just say what you want to say clearly! Aren't we friends? Are you hiding something? That's not right, is it?"

Yuihama lowered her head sadly.

Miura's words sound nice on the surface, but in reality, she's just imposing her own sense of self onto others. What she means is, "We're friends, we're partners, so we can do anything and say anything." The underlying meaning is, "If you can't do it, you're not my partner, you're my enemy." It's nothing more than a heretical judgment that excludes those who disagree with her.

"sorry……"

Yuihama timidly lowered her head and apologized.

"So, I don't want to hear an apology. You must have something else to say, right?"

After she said that, who would dare to say anything? This is no longer a dialogue or inquiry, but a one-sided attempt to force the other party to apologize and attack them.

That's foolish. You'd better break up sooner rather than later.

I turned back to the front, playing with my phone as I put the bread in my mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed. However, besides the bread, I felt something else stuck in my throat.