My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Dazhi's eyes sparkled; he admired me immensely. But I'm sorry to say, things weren't that simple.

"That's true in theory, but it's probably not feasible. It's just a way to buy time. Once there are too many candidates, people will start to hesitate about who to sign for, and won't sign rashly."

This approach is passive, but it should at least restrain Yukinoshita and Yuihama to some extent. However, at best, it can only achieve a restraining effect and cannot have a decisive impact.

I need to devise a second strategy.

"...I'm asking you."

Just then, Kawasaki called my name. I looked up and saw her glaring at me with a serious expression. Thinking about it, she seemed to always be like this.

"Regardless of whether it will go smoothly, aren't you afraid of being discovered using someone else's name and getting into trouble?"

After the older sister spoke, the younger brother nodded in agreement.

"That's right, your brother will get a scolding."

"Don't call me brother."

I really want to teach you a lesson. But Kawasaki sitting next to you is too scary, so I don't dare to say it.

Then, Komachi, who was sitting next to me, tugged at my sleeve.

"elder brother--"

Her lips curled into a downturn, and she uttered a sound of displeasure. "Fine, fine, I know, I know! You're going to tell me not to do the same thing again, right?"

"I know I won't act rashly."

Otherwise, all the hard work will be in vain.

Yukinoshita is right. To think that the entire student body would act according to my wishes simply because they dislike me is overestimating myself. I must adopt a method that is both objective and truly effective.

"So, who should do this?"

I shrugged at Totsuka's question.

"We can't just pass the buck to someone else."

I don't want anyone to be on the front lines as a shield, nor do I want anyone to take my place. It's very comfortable here, and I don't intend to let anyone take it away.

"Therefore, it should be entrusted to something other than humans."

Everyone present looked confused. It seemed they really needed to explain things clearly step by step.

"Zaimu seat."

"Hey, hey, I'm human too!"

Timber quickly waved his hand, emphasizing, "I'm a human being, I absolutely cannot do something like this." Seeing how nervous he was, I couldn't help but smile wryly.

"I know. I just wanted to ask if you use Twitter."

"Hooray! I have the main account, clone accounts, lurking accounts, and blacklisted accounts—all of them! Leave anything on Twitter to me! I'm known as the 'Computer Guru' among my relatives!"

That was such a weird way of laughing... And those relatives were just making fun of you, weren't they?

Since Zaimuzuo uses Twitter, things became easier. I used my smartphone to show off a few accounts I found while explaining Twitter to the others.

"Twitter is a social networking platform, you can also think of it as a microblog, I don't really understand its detailed categories. In short, users can post a message of up to 140 characters at a time on Twitter, which is then read by their so-called 'followers'... that is, their readers. Then, people can leave comments and responses, forming a dialogue."

I'll just give a brief introduction for now. As for the further details, I'll leave that for you to study on your own.

"Twitter's strength lies in its dissemination. Through the 'retweet' mechanism, your articles will gradually be shared."

This concludes our super-brief Twitter lecture. Everyone seems to know a little about Twitter, so no one asked any questions. Typical young people of the new era. That said, Twitter certainly generates a lot of buzz. People frequently expose their crimes, leak classified information, or deliberately post to incite conflict. It was through these channels that I learned about Twitter's existence.

"So, what does this have to do with Twitter?"

Timber, unable to resist the familiar Twitter lectures, urged me to explain as soon as possible.

"I want to create a fictional fan club account on Twitter, making it seem like someone is actually posting messages behind the scenes, and then use this fictional character to collect signatures online."

"Fictional characters..."

Komachi seemed to understand and murmured to herself, and I nodded to her.

This is a quick and expedient measure, a rule-breaking tactic that cannot be repeated.

However, this is the only time we can use it.

"Is this in accordance with regulations?"

Komachi looked over suspiciously.

The student council election regulations probably don't prohibit online campaigning. After all, the internet wasn't as developed when the regulations were drafted.

Furthermore, this behavior is not subject to election regulations.

"We didn't actually register to run for office, so it doesn't matter."

"yes……"

Komachi crossed her arms in thought, and I gently patted her head.

"Even if it really doesn't work out, the one who gets criticized is that fictional character. The nominated candidate and the people who signed the petition are both victims. We can just shift the blame to the fictional character. That way, everyone can save face, and no one will get hurt."

A world where no one can be harmed simply does not exist.

What truly exists is a world where everyone is equally harmed.

The world cannot exist without anyone being harmed. If one understands this and still does not want anyone to be hurt, then there is no choice but to create another scapegoat.

This scapegoat is not chosen from among anyone; it is simply responsible for bearing all the hatred and harm.

My use of this method might mean I've played my trump card. Although it's time-consuming and inefficient, at least it achieves the condition that "no one gets hurt."

"Brother, you're amazing..."

Dazhi's smile was somewhat forced as he honestly shared his thoughts.

"Haha, no need to praise me too much. Also, don't call me brother."

Kawasaki immediately issued a stern warning.

I don't think he's praising you.

Huh, really? So he was really scared of me, huh...

"No, but it would be great if it could succeed."

Totsuka smoothed things over. Komachi sighed again and rolled her eyes at me.

"Sigh, I hope it will succeed..."

Normally, when I suggest this method, Komachi is always the first to respond. But today, her reaction was unusually slow. Concerned, I asked Komachi:

"Is this method really that bad?"

"Hmm—it's not bad...but I don't know if doing this is a good thing for my brother."

Komachi lowered her gaze and said dejectedly. She herself couldn't explain it very clearly.

Indeed. I also admit that this method is merely a lenient approach and is not entirely aboveboard.

"But if we don't do it, we have no idea what will happen. Besides, there's no other way."

Zaimokuza is right. Our deck of cards is quite limited, and what we're playing now are cards that didn't exist before. In the duels of the strongest duelists, everything is inevitable. Even the cards to be drawn can be created by the duelist himself (Note 33 is from the dialogue of a duelist before using Flash to draw a card in *Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL*). That's the idea.

"Creating an account isn't the problem; how you use it is the key. Simply creating an account isn't enough to attract a large number of followers, and they won't help retweet."

"They actively track each student's account on campus. Once one person is successfully tracked, their followers will likely follow as well, and the number will naturally increase. Also... there's an unspoken rule among students that they track each other, especially among girls."

Upon hearing this, Cai Muzuo suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

"I see! I think I understand now. You left a comment under the tweet saying you were a student from the same school and asked them to follow you, right?"

No wonder he's a computer expert; he understands things instantly.

When students interact on Twitter, it's inevitable that real-life barriers will creep in. If someone discovers they're being followed by a fellow student from the same school, even if they've never met in person, they might feel compelled to follow them. This is perfectly normal. Once someone follows a fictional character's fan club account, all our posts will appear on their Twitter feed.

"The username and tweet content are roughly like this."

I took a pen out of my bag, grabbed a napkin from the table, and started writing on it—

Name: ○○ Student Support Group

[Soubu High School Exclusive] Let ○○ become the next student council president! If you'd like to support this, please join the petition! #Those who want to join the petition, please retweet [Spread the hope]

I wrote the initial draft of the tweet by referring to the content on my phone.

"The basic approach is to regularly post this tweet and encourage people to retweet it. Then, the names of those who retweeted it are added to the signatory list."

In addition, we need to create fictional characters. Determining how much information to reveal is a complex art. We must achieve a level of sophistication where no one can trace the account's owner, yet it seems as if someone is truly operating it. And we need to maintain several such accounts—just thinking about it is daunting…

Everyone started examining my draft, comparing it to the actual tweets posted on Twitter. It's best to have several people check this to improve accuracy. Indeed, more people means more efficiency.

Dazhi raised his hand to ask a question.

"What should I do if the person behind this account sees the tweet and denies it?"

Indeed. The person whose name we've borrowed is very likely to see this... I thought for a moment and replied:

"Or, you could add this line to the tweet: 'I heard he hasn't revealed this secret yet♪ Yay♪' And it wouldn't hurt if other people started a fan club for him, right?"

Next, it's Totsuka's turn to raise his hand. "Come on, Totsuka, please speak."

"Hachiman, these are all names people use on Twitter, they don't really sound like my real name. Is that okay?"

"Yes. People who use their real names should just write their real names, and those who don't use their real names can ask around."

Kawasaki Shiro glanced over.

"How could anyone possibly tell you your real name?"

Wow, I didn't expect this person to be so guarded! I don't dislike girls like that. Because I'm also very guarded. Being careful and cautious in everything you do is never a bad thing.

I wouldn't be foolish enough to obediently give out my real name when asked. So I can understand this concern.

"Well, anonymity is fine, actually. This isn't an official list of signatories, so we won't submit it out, and there's no issue of the list leaking. The purpose of collecting the list is to instill a mindset in our followers, preventing them from signing for other candidates. This is a great help to us."

"Is that alright?"

Komachi sounded a little surprised, and I nodded in response:

"The greatest value of these lists lies in their use as negotiating material."

"Negotiation..."

Komachi repeated the word softly. My choice of words might have been a bit difficult.

In fact, this is the real purpose of creating fake accounts.

Using fictitious figures as cover to avoid risks, and secretly operating online to restrain Yukino and Yuigahama from collecting signatures—these are all secondary objectives.

The list collected through this account is the most important thing.

The list will then become the material used in negotiations with Isshiki Iroha.

Isshiki Iroha will once again become the subject of the next negotiation.

After listening to everyone's opinions and clarifying any potential concerns, there should be no problem.

The only remaining question is who will operate the account.

There's no point in considering this; only the woodworker and I have a solution.

"Caimuzuo, you're in charge of half of the account."

"no problem."

The lumberjack gave a deliberately pathetic smile. This guy always becomes incredibly enthusiastic when it comes to his areas of expertise. Seeing his confident demeanor, I actually felt a sense of danger. So I gave him some advice first:

"Be extremely careful and don't let your identity be exposed. Just try to get through these three days."

"Don't worry. I wasn't faking it when people checked my IP address in the past."

So your IP address was checked... That's good, you'll learn from this experience and know you can't mess around.

"Finally, we can get started, right?"—at that moment, Kawasaki lightly tapped the table with his hand. What, are you typing Morse code? No, are you calling me? Then please call me by my name, okay? Or do you not remember my name? Kawasaki, you're so mean!

"What's up?"

Since Kawasaki didn't speak, I took the initiative to ask. She glanced at the zaimoto-za and whispered:

"Does that guy have a way of mimicking a girl's tone of voice?"

"Don't worry, Timber Stand is very good at this kind of thing."