My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Hmm... how about canceling the personal belongings check? The school keeps checking what we bring, it's really annoying~ Sometimes I forget to take out the doujinshi I borrowed from my friends."

"Are you the only one with that problem?"

Miura made a sarcastic remark, and Ebina immediately chuckled.

"Hmm... Anyway, let's write it down first."

"No need to write. Oh, and I'd also like to have lunch on the rooftop."

"I'll accept this one too!"

They gathered together to brainstorm and formulate their campaign platform for the student council president election. Hayama Group was probably out at club activities, so he wasn't present. However, he had already agreed to give a campaign speech for Yukino, so he couldn't possibly help Yuihama anymore.

After witnessing Hayama and Orimoto's outing a few days ago, Miura's heart was clearly shaken, and she has been frequently in a daze lately. However, when Hayama is not around, she is as energetic as usual and doesn't seem to care much.

"And the buses are so crowded, it's so annoying."

Miura twirled her hair with her fingers and then coiled up her other leg... I was wrong, she seemed to have become more domineering than usual.

"Does that count as student council work...? Never mind, I'll write it first."

Yuihama scratched her head with her pen, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to write down the proposal. Then, Ebina seemed to remember something and clapped her hands.

"Ah, I hope the art classroom can purchase some drawing boards."

"'Drawing board'... I don't know what that is, but I'll write it down anyway!"

I watched from a distance for a while, and then I stood up as well.

...It seems Yuihama really intends to run for office. That's definitely her style.

× × ×

I arrived at Saizeriya near the station and saw that Timberman had already arrived. At times like this, I felt I had made the right choice in choosing him; I didn't need to look around the store to find him immediately. I walked to Timberman's table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Cai Muzu waved his hand, telling me not to worry about it. Only then did I notice his mouth was moving, and there were empty plates on the table; it seemed he had already ordered. Judging from the size of the plate and the remaining powder, Cai Muzu had probably ordered focaccia. Wait, there was also an opened syrup ball next to it. Focaccia drizzled with syrup… it looked delicious.

I remembered I hadn't had lunch, so I grabbed the menu and decided to order something. Then I realized that even if I discussed it with the woodworker, they were unlikely to come up with any good ideas immediately, and we might end up wasting a lot of time here. So, I decided to just have dinner too.

I took out my phone and dialed Komachi's number. Instead of the usual ringtone, I heard a song I'd never heard before. Why did I always hear this song every time I called her…? Just as I was wondering about this, Komachi answered the phone.

Hey hey~

I'm not going home for dinner today.

"Why?"

"I need to talk to Timber Tower about something... I'd like to discuss it with him."

"Oh...where are you eating?"

"Salia near the school."

"knew!"

"Um."

Our call ended in less than thirty seconds. It was so convenient to exchange so much information with so few words.

Watching from the side, Timber finished his cola and said with great enthusiasm:

"Alright, Hachiman, let's begin! Although I don't know what to begin with."

They have so much energy even though they don't know what to do... I feel completely uneasy and not at all trustworthy.

"Let me eat something first. I'm hungry."

"Hmm. There's a saying that you can't do anything if you're hungry. Just eat."

"Thank you."

I immediately pressed the service bell. As a professional Saizeriya enthusiast, ordering is a piece of cake. I have the menu's staples memorized, so I just need to check for new dishes or seasonal items, then use the time before the staff arrives to arrange them and make a decision.

When the shop assistant came, I had already decided what I wanted to order.

"Milan-style baked rice and barbecue platter, plus drinks."

The clerk skillfully pressed the buttons on the handheld ordering machine, while Cai Muzuo somewhat shyly raised his hand.

"Ah, I'll also have spicy chicken wings... and beef and turmeric rice."

Are you still a little hungry...? Okay, I have no problem with that. Anyway, the spicy chicken wings here are delicious.

× × ×

After about an hour of dining, we were full and ready to get down to business. I took a sip of coffee and said to the woodworker:

"I've already explained the election details, haven't I?"

"Hmm. Your goal is to prevent those two from being elected, right?"

The man nodded pretentiously, then fell into deep thought.

"Hmm...but..."

"How about it?"

"Why can't they be elected?"

He asked, puzzled. This was a perfectly reasonable question; anyone who heard my explanation would have asked it. In fact, there probably weren't many people who opposed Yukinoshita or Yuihama becoming student council president—in fact, most people felt it didn't matter who the president was.

I don't want them to become student council presidents for personal reasons. But I don't want to be honest about those reasons, nor do I think I can explain them clearly.

So I countered with a question about the timber base:

"If they are elected, how do you think the school will change?"

"Hmm, I'm afraid it will become a world that's unfriendly to me..."

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"That's it."

Frankly, I don't think that Yukinoshita or Yuihama being elected student council president will bring about any major changes to the school. The power of a high school student council is insufficient to fundamentally change a school. I'm just using sophistry to fool Zaimokuza. Even though he's unlikely to actually accept this, it's all I can do for now.

"So, regarding the specific actions—"

Just as I was getting to the point, my phone suddenly vibrated. What's going on? Another email from Amazon? No, it's Komachi calling. I slightly raised my hand, gave Zaimokuza an apologetic look, and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh, I found it, I found it."

This time, Komachi's voice didn't come from the receiver, but from behind me.

I turned my head and saw Komachi wearing a uniform.

"...Why are you here?"

"Komachi heard that her brother had something to discuss... so she decided to come and join in the fun!"

"What are you doing here? I didn't invite you." Just as I was about to complain, an unexpected figure appeared behind Komachi.

"Oh, did I disturb you?"

The other person, wearing a familiar tracksuit and carrying a tennis racket bag, stood awkwardly in place. He seemed unsure of what to do, a shy smile spreading across his face. This scene was more angelic than any picture of an angel on the wall.

"Households, every single household..."

Totsuka... It's Totsuka! Oh no, I'm so shocked I can't even speak!

To run into Totsuka in a place like this, I was practically paralyzed with fear. Could a destined romance be about to unfold? But seeing Komachi there, I figured it was probably her doing. Looks like this is just a fake romance, so I can relax. I can confidently create my own Gundam battles now!

Seeing that I hadn't reacted for a while, Totsuka looked over worriedly. I quickly spoke up to ease his anxiety.

"No, no, this is not bothering you at all! Anyway, please sit down!"

I quickly cleared the things off the seat next to me and pulled out a chair for Totsuka. That way, I could legitimately let Totsuka sit next to me. Am I some kind of genius?

"Also, would you like something to eat?"

I adopted the best of gentlemanly manners and asked the picture of an angel on the wall. Oh dear, oh dear! There are angels on both sides, I accidentally got them mixed up! Speaking of which, why are there pictures of angels hanging in Salia?

"Ah, well then..."

Totsuka didn't suspect anything and naturally sat in the seat I had vacated. Then, Zaimokuza made an "uh-huh" sound and brought over the menu. He seemed too nervous to speak properly. Surprisingly, Zaimokuza and I had a pretty good understanding.

"This pasta... ah, but it has garlic in it. Hmm..."

Totsuka started studying the menu. At times like this, I would never rush to ring the service bell for him. No rush, no rush, take your time choosing—whether you want pasta or a whole bunch of spaghetti, just tell me!

I used this time to slip away to Komachi's side and whispered in her ear:

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"My brother is working hard for Komachi, so Komachi should definitely do her best too!"

Wow, you did a great job! I was about to pat Komachi on the head, but she deftly stepped back and proudly puffed out her chest.

"So, Komachi found a lot of people willing to help! Ta-da—"

Komachi gestured towards the luxurious lineup she was referring to.

That person is Kawa... wearing clothes? Or shoes? Oh well, whatever, her name is Kawa or something. I didn't expect Komachi to know her contact information; I couldn't even remember her name.

The guy named Chuan something had his hands in his pockets, pouting and staring at me with a displeased look.

"Why did I have to come too...?"

She complained under her breath, but the moment her eyes met mine, she bit her tongue and turned her face away. Oh dear! I'm so sorry, you hate me so much, yet my sister dragged you here.

It's not too surprising that this person named Chuan is here. She goes to the same school as me and also has the right to vote, so it can't be said that she has nothing to do with this election.

But surely the other person is completely unrelated?

"Then why is that thing here too?"

I asked Komachi, and that thing that had nothing to do with the gathering automatically and loudly answered:

"I'm not that kind of thing! I'm Taishi Kawasaki!"

So, what are you doing here... Oh, I see. You're here to tell me that guy named Kawasaki, right? Thank you so much!

Komachi smiled and scratched her head, denying my guess.

"Oh dear~ Even Komachi doesn't know how to contact Saki-neechan after all—"

"Oh, I see."

That's when I understood.

"Alright, now that we've found the person, that thing should be useless now."

"I'm not that kind of thing! I'm Taishi Kawasaki!"

Undeterred, Daishi reminded himself of his name again. "If your sister were also willing to remind me diligently, I wouldn't forget her name," Kawasaki thought, glaring fiercely at him.

"You're saying he's useless?"

"Ah, um, it works, it works..."

My main role is to assist you with thinking, negotiating, and stabilizing your emotions... so please stop looking at me with such a sharp gaze, okay?

"Anyway, everyone, please sit down first."

Komachi smoothed things over by bringing chairs from the next table and inviting Kawasaki and Taishi to sit on the inside, while she herself sat next to me. Komachi is truly remarkable; she naturally became the go-between for everyone present.

She tallied up everyone's food orders, took the orders from the staff, served everyone drinks, and then cleared her throat to announce:

"Alright, the great operation to stop Yukino-neechan and Yui-neechan from switching jobs officially begins now—"

Totsuka and Taishi clapped in agreement, and Zaimokuza nodded in agreement.

Totsuka and Kawasaki seemed to already know the whole story and didn't ask any specific questions. As expected of Komachi, she was very thorough. However, Kawasaki still rested his chin on his hand, turned his head away, and asked another question.

"What's the point of bringing me here?"

"This also concerns Soubu High School, and we hope that Saki-neechan will definitely be our help—"

Komachi smiled sweetly and complimented Kawasaki, but could she please stop rubbing her hands together? Unfortunately, Kawasaki's attitude didn't change. This tactic seemed ineffective against her.

"Is that so... but I don't think I can be of any help."

"No. As long as you can offer some advice, that would be a great help to us."

Kawasaki glanced at me briefly when he heard me speak, then quickly looked back.