My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Are you a CD with skipped tracks? Do you want me to clean it with some polishing compound? I'm really working on this."

"Brother, he's working..."

It wasn't until I repeated it for the third time that Komachi finally understood, and she whispered with endless emotion.

"My brother, who always skips work and makes up weird excuses like 'No, I'm preparing for exams and my family is keeping a close eye on me,' and can never work for long... is actually working now..."

Something flickered in the corner of her eye.

"Komachi is so happy... But, it's so strange, why do I feel like my brother has gone far away? My feelings are a bit complicated..."

Hey, stop looking at me with that weird, affectionate gaze. It's so embarrassing. It might make my brother change his attitude towards life and decide to be a better person for the sake of the family.

In order to shake off Komachi's warm gaze, I reassessed my situation.

"However, although it's called a job, it's really just running errands and doing odd jobs at the very bottom. There are plenty of people who can replace me."

"I see, Komachi understands."

This guy actually nodded vigorously, which made me smile wryly.

"Right, I think so too."

After Hayama, even my own sister said something like that. It seems I was really born to be a corporate slave... Sigh, okay. I'm not bragging, but even I think my eyes look like those of a lowly henchman in a pirate gang.

I strolled along the corridor with Komachi.

Amid the crowded throng, Komachi walked a few steps ahead of me, admiring the decorations in each classroom and the students' uniforms, and was amazed by their vibrant energy.

"Wow..." she exclaimed in admiration, "It's definitely different after entering high school."

"Because junior high schools don't organize such events."

"Yes, it's just a choir competition."

Hearing the words "choir competition" brought back a bad memory.

Why do people always yell at me for not singing along after only a few lines? I clearly sang, okay? Or is it because I don't usually speak that no one recognizes my voice? If I recorded my voice and played it back, wouldn't you all think I was a ghost talking?

At this moment, Komachi stopped.

She stretched her body exaggeratedly, put her hands on her forehead and looked into the distance, then crossed her arms and pondered in a deep voice.

"Komachi's going to visit all the places, brother. See you later!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly turned into the corridor, climbed the stairs, and soon disappeared from sight.

"Okay..."

Suddenly abandoned, I stared blankly at the place where no one had left, startling a girl from another school who was passing by and causing her to jump back almost fifty centimeters.

My sister is a really peculiar person.

She can get along well with those around her, but she also enjoys acting alone. This is quite unique, making her a hybrid loner of the next generation. Komachi understands the advantages that children younger than the second child have, and she can learn from the failures of those who came before her. She watched me, an expert in solitude, grow up, so she is very clear about the strengths and weaknesses of this approach.

There are thousands of kinds of brothers and sisters in the world.

If you have an older brother like me, who might be considered a failure from a universal perspective, being a younger sister might be surprisingly easier; even if you're compared to others, you won't feel pain.

But if I am exceptionally outstanding, what will Komachi think of me?

I think the thought only came to me subconsciously when I saw the figure of that person appear in front of me.

Even in a sea of ​​people, I can recognize her at a glance.

Yukino Yukinoshita was slowly taking her time to observe each classroom one by one.

Her eyes held a warmth that was more intense than usual.

Regardless of the process, the smooth running of this year's school anniversary celebration is all thanks to her. Yukinoshita must also feel this way and be proud of it, which is why her eyes are so different. These are all the results of her hard work.

She continued looking at the next classroom.

At that moment, she seemed to catch me out of the corner of her eye.

Yukinoshita showed a slight surprise, then her eyes turned cold as she strode over. Why was that?

"I'm all alone today."

"I'm alone most of the time, no, that's not right, I was just with Komachi."

"Oh? Komachi's here too. Why didn't you come along for the tour?"

"She probably saw me working and went to visit the place first."

"……Work?"

Yukino tilted her head in surprise.

"Can't you tell...?"

That's why I'm asking you.

They actually pretended to be stupid.

Can't you tell?... This is a bit of a blow to me. But wait, what she said isn't wrong; I really am not working right now...

"And you? Work?"

"Yes, patrolling everywhere."

"Weren't you on patrol yesterday? Don't you have to participate in class activities?"

"...I'd rather work here than participate in that kind of thing."

Yukinoshita answered with a displeased expression. She recalled that Class J's event was a fashion show. In that international class, female students made up 90% of the students; if they wanted to easily attract a large audience, they only needed to rely on their good looks. In that case, Yukinoshita would likely be excluded. Good heavens, is that why she's so annoying? However, she seemed more interested in seeing Yukinoshita reluctantly don her glamorous clothes and be pushed onto the stage with a sour face.

Under the snow, he patrolled various places, keeping a close watch on his surroundings without letting up.

Her gaze fell on a classroom.

"...The activities of that class do not match the application materials."

Class 3B decorated the walls into caves and hung up a sign that read "Mine Cart Adventure" in the style of "Raiders of the Lost Ark".

"What are we doing here?"

"Please memorize the activities for each class beforehand."

This guy is giving people a difficult problem again...

Yukinoshita reached into her breast pocket and took out a neatly folded school anniversary event booklet for me.

I silently accepted it and opened it to read... Hey, this manual is still warm, which makes my heart race a little. Could you please not do anything so unguarded?

I quickly searched for the exhibits for Class 3-B to distract myself. Class 3-B, Class 3-B… found it. According to the brochure, “Mine Car Adventure” is: “Passengers can sit in a slowly moving mine car and admire the interior decorations and three-dimensional models.”

However, screams and violent tremors could be heard from inside the cave from time to time.

This is obviously a roller coaster... Maybe they saw the enthusiastic response to the roller coaster in Class 2-E yesterday, so they decided to change the design at the last minute. These people really think fast.

However, the vice chairman of the school anniversary executive committee could not sit idly by, and she immediately demanded that the person in charge come out and explain.

"Is the person in charge here? The content of your class's presentation is different from the application form you submitted."

Upon hearing this, the girls in Class 3B's expression changed drastically.

“That’s terrible!”

"We were discovered immediately!"

"Quick, get her in the car and try to get away with this!"

Her actions were like disturbing a beehive; the older students grabbed her hands and pushed her onto the mine cart.

“Wait a minute!”

While resisting, Yukinoshita looked at me, probably meaning she wanted me to come and help her.

Unfortunately, her actions only backfired.

One moment I was as invisible as air, the next moment everyone in Class B was focused on me.

"...Is he also an executive committee member?"

"It has an arm patch!"

"Squeeze it in too!"

A moment later, I was grabbed by a group of rude boys. Wait a minute! Why aren't girls grabbing me? Isn't that unfair?!

I was dragged into their classroom. Hey, who just touched my butt?

The classroom interior was also decorated like a cave, with mineral and crystal skulls illuminated by LED lights, rocks made of polystyrene, and bats flying around on hanging wires, all of which showed their ingenuity.

However, now is not the time to admire me. I was pushed into a mine cart that had been converted from a wheelbarrow. Hey! Someone has been touching my butt since earlier, who is it?!

Finally, someone gave me a hard push from behind, and I and Yukinoshita fell into the mine cart.

Fortunately, I managed to resist in time and avoid being hit by the snow, but in the narrow space, we could only huddle together.

...Too close, too close. We moved to either end of the mine cart.

"Hmm~ Thank you all for riding the 'Mine Cart Adventure'. Now, please enjoy the mysterious underground world."

As soon as the broadcast ended, four burly male students dressed entirely in black began moving the minecart. Upon closer inspection, two more people were seen assisting.

The mine cart slid at high speed along a track made of tables, planks, and iron plates of varying lengths, making a rumbling sound. There were also drops along the way, and I could feel the cart climbing up and rushing down.

How terrifying... A human-powered roller coaster is truly terrifying...

Suddenly, my coat got caught. I turned around and saw that it was being held tightly by Yukinoshita.

The mine cart continued its violent rumbling and shaking, occasionally lifting us uphill. I think I'm starting to understand what a washing machine is like.

What kind of mood do the clothes inside evoke?

Finally, the minecart came to a stop at the finish line.

Yukinoshita leaned against the wall, her mind seemingly drifting elsewhere.

"Wasn't this underground journey interesting? Welcome back again!"

Hearing the students' voices outside, Yukinoshita and I snapped out of our daze and looked at each other in surprise. Only then did Yukinoshita notice her hand and quickly let go of my coat.

We were practically pushed and carried out of the classroom. After being in the dark for a while, the sunlight outside seemed particularly dazzling.

"Isn't our class's mine cart fun?"

The person in charge of Class 3-B finally appeared, asking with brimming confidence. Yukinoshita gave him a cold look, but her unsteady steps diminished the power of her gaze.

"It's not a matter of whether it's fun or not; this facility doesn't match your class's application..."

"There is indeed a slight discrepancy; this is a flexible adjustment we made based on the actual situation."

This is exactly what's called being carried away by success... When dealing with someone in this state, no amount of talking will have any effect. This doesn't mean their class leader is wrong; groups are inherently like this—once a direction is decided and operations begin, it's difficult for them to listen to others. Therefore, we can only start by correcting their course.

"Alright, if there are no safety concerns, there's no need to dwell on it too much. Everyone's having so much fun, isn't that a good thing?"

After hearing what I've said, Yukino should consider it.

"That makes sense... Then, please complete the application materials, put up a sign at the entrance, and explain it to passengers before they board."

"Hmm... okay, if that's all..."

"Thank you for your help."

Yukino bowed to the person in charge and left. She had barely taken a step when she turned back and gave me a displeased glance. Her cheeks were slightly flushed in the sunlight.

"...Record it, please do your job well. Also...to make sure you don't slack off, I need to keep a close watch on you."

"There's no need for that..."

Don't underestimate me. Even if someone is watching me, I'll still slack off when I want to. That's just me.

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As a result, under surveillance that disregarded the wishes of the person involved, I followed Yukinoshita's instructions to take several photos.

The inspection and recording work were carried out simultaneously.

Yukinoshita stopped again in front of Class 3-E, which was near the gymnasium.

——"Pet Station Meow~ Woof woof~".

The students in Class E each brought their own pets, and the classroom walls were covered with photos of pets. In addition to the most common cats, dogs, rabbits, and hamsters, there were also ferrets, stoats, weasels, snakes, turtles... Why are there so many animals with long bodies? It really looks like a pet store.

One of the photos particularly caught Xuexia's eye.