My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"...My opinion is useless."

In this case, her opinion is indeed valuable.

Having long been relegated to the periphery of the campus, I've become accustomed to viewing things from the perspective of the lowest rungs. When I consider Yukinoshita and Yuigahama, I inevitably prejudge the situation. In such cases, it's more effective to maintain impartiality by having someone who maintains a certain distance from them offer their opinion. Therefore, we need her as the benchmark for judgment.

Just as I was about to explain, the staff brought out the food.

I originally planned to wait until the clerk left before explaining, but after that period of silence, I felt I had missed my chance to speak. So, I decided to tell her the conclusion directly.

"It's very useful to me."

Kawasaki blinked after hearing this.

"Yes, is that so... then I don't care..."

She pulled the empty iced tea cup in front of her, turned her face away, and began to sip through the straw, making a constant hissing sound. She seemed very tired.

I felt bad for forcing Kawasaki to help me resolve this troublesome matter.

"Feel sorry."

Kawasaki put down the cup and lifted his cheek again.

She looked at me thoughtfully for a long time before speaking:

"It's okay. You're still... better suited to that club."

"Huh? Why?"

I felt absolutely no part of that group. I loathed service, I loathed work, I loathed labor, I loathed all related words and concepts.

"No, no reason. I just feel like you've been acting a bit strange lately."

As expected of a fellow lone wolf, he certainly has a keen eye. Observing humans is precisely a hobby of lone wolves.

Things have been a bit strange lately, haven't they...?

But if we're talking about unusual behavior, what I'm doing now is truly unusual. I haven't given up and am actually planning to keep the Service Society going. No matter how I look at it, it's not like me at all.

However, others didn't seem to think so. Komachi chuckled at me:

"Brother really had to make a futile struggle."

Ah, that's a very apt statement.

Even after exhausting all their abilities and using every trick in the book, they refused to give up, disregarding the injuries they sustained. Since they couldn't reverse their fate of defeat, they wanted to at least teach their opponent a lesson and instill disgust in him.

That's exactly how I do things.

Then let's settle this in a way that suits my style.

First, we should learn from the success stories of people around us.

I turned my head to Komachi. She was a student council officer in junior high school, and her representative had experience in running for and being elected.

"Komachi, how did you get elected?"

After a moment's thought, Komachi said, somewhat uncertainly:

"Hmm—Komachi's vote that time was a confidence vote, so it probably won't help this election."

"It's okay, providing some election strategies would be helpful."

"Understood. Komachi, think about it... Oh, right, before the election starts, we should promote our candidacy regularly. That way, it will be less likely to create other opponents."

"That makes sense..."

Although this isn't quite the same as the principle of "striking first is better than nothing," once the declaration is made first, other interested parties will naturally be restrained and begin to hesitate. As expected of my sister, she's really good at playing tricks.

I gestured for Komachi to continue. Komachi crossed her arms and pondered.

"Also... guys have an advantage in these situations. But that only applies to popular and well-liked guys."

"I understand. After all, boys are unlikely to vote for girls. This kind of atmosphere may exist in schools up to the junior high school level."

"Hmm...that's one of the reasons."

Komachi's words were somewhat vague, and she even gave an ambiguous smile.

"What other reason could there be?"

When I asked her, she held up her index finger and said:

"In a group of girls, half of them might be your enemy."

Oh, oh... Komachi has unknowingly entered the ranks of respectable women in society. Her brother is happy to see his sister grow up, but also feels a little sad...

Dazhi, sitting opposite him, was also a little frightened and lowered his head, muttering to himself.

"So dark... Hachiman is so dark..."

"Don't talk about other people's sisters like that."

To be honest, your sister is darker-skinned. For example, her underwear.

Regardless, Komachi did provide some points that can be used as a reference.

"Making good use of the rivalry between girls, huh...?"

"A strategy of two tigers fighting over food!"

The timber pedestal suddenly reacted. Totsuka, hearing this, asked in confusion:

"But wouldn't Yukinoshita and Yuigahama get into a fight?"

"That makes sense...and those around us might get dragged in, escalating the war and potentially leading to a prolonged Cold War..."

Komachi added quietly, "Wait a minute, you were just giving an example, right? It's probably not personal experience, is it?" I couldn't help but worry about her.

However, Komachi's concerns are not unfounded. Miura might very well join the fray, only to be met with double the retribution from Yukinoshita, leaving him heartbroken and in tears… Even setting aside Miura, it's best to avoid leaving any seeds of conflict. The ways in which they suffer unnecessary harm are not worth discussing.

The group continued to brainstorm. Cai Muzuo and Dazhi raised their hands one after the other.

"Otherwise, we'll use the empty city ploy!"

"Is it possible to find other people willing to run?"

Taishi is truly remarkable; he completely disregarded Zaimokuza and didn't hesitate to offer his opinions even though it wasn't related to his student council election. He might actually be a talented individual. However, Yukinoshita and the others had also considered this plan, and I opposed it.

"We've thought of this approach. But we can't find anyone else at the school who has ever beaten them."

The only person who could possibly defeat them was Hayama. But Hayama had already joined Yukinoshita's camp, and the girls in the Hayama Group had joined Yuihama's camp. Anyone else who participated would only be cannon fodder.

Dazhi continued to make suggestions.

"Ah, one person might not be able to win, but what if there are many candidates?"

"Wow! A huge army of candidates!"

Komachi slapped her thigh excitedly.

Hiroshima as a candidate... that could indeed split the votes between Yukinoshita and Yuigahama. But if you ask whether it's feasible, I think it's still no. Since the rule is that the candidate with the most votes wins, it will probably end up being a two-way race.

If neither pitting the two against each other nor using sheer numbers is feasible, then we must consider other approaches.

"The method to defeat Yukinoshita and Yuihama..."

I murmured to myself, listening quietly until Kawasaki spoke for the first time:

"You can use whatever methods you like. But if Yukinoshita and Yuigahama don't become student council presidents, who will take their positions?"

"……ah."

Oh my god, I completely forgot about Isshiki.

"You..."

Kawasaki sighed in exasperation, and I didn't know what to say.

Preventing Yukinoshita and Yuigahama from being elected means that Isshiki will become student council president. This is bad; with only them running, the president will definitely be chosen from among these three. This is truly a checkmate.

I scratched my head, put Yise under consideration, and started to rethink my plan. Just then, I heard someone's noisy voice.

"Hmm, now we're left with no choice but to fight to the death..."

I looked up and met the person's gaze.

"Zaimu seat..."

"Hmm."

Seeing the wooden stool nod in satisfaction, I couldn't help but chuckle. You...

"Thank you for your many suggestions, I appreciate your kindness. But I'm sorry, though I hate to say it, you've been incredibly annoying since the beginning."

"Ooh cough!"

Zaimokuza was so surprised he almost flipped over. I can't help it, seeing you constantly imitating *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* is really annoying… But Zaimokuza is the kind of man who will get back up no matter how much he's trampled on. Like Nakaoka Gen, who was constantly told by his father to "be like wheat" (Note 29 is from the manga *Barefoot Boy*, where the protagonist Nakaoka Gen was taught by his father from a young age to "be like wheat, sprouting green shoots in the harsh winter, standing tall even when constantly trampled, and bearing fruit."), he quickly straightened his back.

"Ahem! It was precisely because you asked for my advice that I was able to utilize my talents in military strategy, tactics, and tactics!"

He pushed up his glasses and looked over.

"That's true, although you're thinking completely differently."

"Shut up—don't forget your chances of beating them are practically zero! Using strategy won't work anymore, so we have to escalate to the tactical level."

I always felt he spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world…

Upon hearing this, Totsuka tilted his head in confusion.

"Hmm...aren't strategy and tactics different?"

"Huh? Hmm... Hmm, you can look up the difference in the dictionary yourselves!"

The timber peddler used his imposing manner to deceive me, then looked at me again.

"The idea of ​​confronting them head-on is wrong in itself."

"Yes, that's right..."

Despite my resentment, I cannot deny this statement. Yukinoshita and Yuigahama are not opponents I can defeat. This is a battle I cannot win—to be more precise, I simply lack the ability to fight. The disparity in strength between the two sides is too vast; I am not even qualified to step onto the battlefield.

Oh no, the situation is worse than I thought.

I scratched my head, and Komachi said to me:

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"My chuunibyou brother is right."

"Yes, little sister. I understand that too..."

I used the same coaxing method I use on Komachi to trick her, saying, "Okay, okay, let your brother think about it~ I'm sorry~" and got rid of her.

Sun Tzu left behind the ultimate example of "winning without fighting." If I were to become like Sun Tzu, perhaps I could truly grasp some of his wisdom. Let me quickly hypnotize myself: I am Sun Tzu, I am Sun Tzu, I am Sun Tzu, I am Sun Tzu… I am Sun Tzu City? Is this telling me that when this city existed in Chiba Prefecture, victory was already achieved without a fight? Chiba is indeed the strongest!

I was clearly overworking my brain and starting to lose my composure. Just then, Komachi tugged at my sleeve.

"Komachi doesn't actually want her brother to win the election."

"Huh? But what if we don't win the election—"

If they don't win the election, either Yukinoshita or Yuihima will have to become the student council president.

"Come on. He hasn't even registered to run yet, how is he supposed to win?"

Kawasaki sighed, as if to say, "How could you be so stupid?" Absolutely right... That's right, I didn't even register to run.

"Haha, because Hachiman is someone who isn't bound by rules..."

Totsuka smiled awkwardly, trying to smooth things over. He's such a kind person. Since he said so, does that mean I'm not bound by the provisions of Chapter 2, Part 4 of the Civil Code (Note 30: This chapter of the Japanese Civil Code governs marriage)?

I was halfway through healing myself when Komachi suddenly pulled me towards her.

"Komachi hopes that both Yukino and Yui will stay in the Service Club. To put it simply, it doesn't really matter how the student council election goes."

"Oh, oh... but in that case, Isshiki would be..."

Now that I've accepted the commission, there's no reason for me to back out. Besides, Yukinoshita, Yuihama, Hiratsuka-sensei, and even Megurine-senpai would never agree to it.

Seeing my hesitation, Komachi looked straight at me.

"Is the most important person to my brother that senior named Isshiki?"

"How is that possible?"