My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Upon hearing this, the wood-carrying seat gave a thumbs-up and winked with a "ding-dong☆".

"That's right! Trust my writing skills!"

"That's not what I meant... I meant you should find a few accounts, copy the tweets and modify them, or imitate their writing style."

"Of course I know. (Note 34: Hattori's catchphrase.)"

Timber suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "No, no, no, that's actually a very valuable talent; please cherish it."

The discussion finally came to an end. I took a sip of my now-cold coffee, and the others breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Only Komachi remained sullen.

"Komachi, what's wrong?"

I asked in a voice only she could hear, and Komachi answered in a weak voice:

"Is this really okay...?"

"No problem, leave it to me. I'll take care of everything."

"Um……"

Komachi verbally agreed, but her head remained lowered. I gently patted her head a few times.

"Brother, promise Komachi you'll tell Yukino-neechan and Yui-neechan, okay?"

She took my hand and said.

"Well, I'll tell them once everything is ready. But I'm afraid it won't be very convincing, and it'll be pointless to say anything."

"My brother loves to reason with people, but he skips over a lot of things. Komachi is really worried..."

"Don't worry."

There is always a way.

This is really troublesome. But if it's the only way to meet the conditions, I have no choice but to adopt it.

Now we have a reason to know where the problem lies, and we've decided what to do.

The next step is to put it into practice.

Volume 8, Chapter 8: The time was ripe, and Hachiman Hikigaya finally spoke.

Late at night, I turned on my home computer to check all the running fictitious accounts.

For the three days following the official launch of these accounts, I was almost constantly on Twitter, busy with various tasks.

After all, not all students in the school use Twitter, and many aren't interested in the student council election. I encountered quite a few inactive accounts, and many people simply ignored my messages. For a period of time, my retweet count hit a plateau and didn't improve, so I created a new account for the Hayama fan club.

Thanks to this move, although we were still far from reaching the retweet count of 1,200 students across the entire school, we at least achieved our goal. We really have to thank Hayama for all of this.

In this way, I was able to fabricate convincing, presentable information to negotiate with Iroha Isshiki, and later with Yukinoshita and Yuigahama.

However, there is still one step to go before the plan is completed.

I turned on my computer and picked up my phone.

I don't recall ever saving that guy's phone number. I opened my contacts and searched one by one, and sure enough, it wasn't there.

"what……"

Thinking about it carefully, I always thought I wouldn't contact him anyway, so I didn't save his number. Or maybe I did have it originally, but deleted it later... I can't even remember why I didn't have his number.

By the way, check your call logs.

The call log was almost entirely filled with Komachi's numbers. Scrolling back to the school anniversary dates, an unfamiliar number appeared. Oh right, didn't I call him back then...?

It's amazing that this multi-functional alarm clock, which can also make phone calls, can save call records for so long.

I dialed that number.

The call was answered before it had even finished ringing once.

"It's me."

There is only one person in the whole world who would respond like that.

"A timber base?"

"Hmm. What do you need? I'm playing a mobile game, could you hurry up?"

Ah, no wonder Zaimokuza answered the phone so quickly. I thought he'd sit by his phone forever, waiting for me to call him. That would be a bit creepy. Anyway, it's not good to take up too much of his time; it's better to get it over with quickly.

"Sorry, I need to ask you something about my Twitter account."

"Hmm?"

His answer was noncommittal, but I didn't take it to heart and continued explaining the matter.

This is not difficult; it's just a matter of slightly changing the settings.

As a computer expert, Mr. Zai Muzuo naturally didn't refuse my request. However, his response was tinged with hesitation.

"Yes, this small change in settings can be completed quickly..."

"Then you can change the accounts you're in charge of, and I'll handle things on my end myself."

"I don't mind... but Hachiman, are you sure you want to do this?"

It's rare to see someone so concerned about me. But I still tried to answer calmly:

"What's wrong?"

"...This is hardly a commendable approach...and it comes with danger."

After a few seconds of silence, Timber said earnestly. Although he spoke in a pretentious manner, I could tell from the breathy tone in his voice that he was very serious.

Just as I was thinking about how to answer, the timber stand suddenly said loudly:

"Oh dear, don't misunderstand! I'm not worried about you, but rather about whether I'll get implicated, or whether you'll cut your losses and run for your own lives if things go wrong. I also want to tell you that we're prepared to expose you if that happens."

"You're such a piece of trash."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I really couldn't tell whether he genuinely believed it or was just giving me a roundabout piece of advice.

"Don't worry, only we know who's operating the account. Even if someone tries to find out the real identity, the person who owns this account doesn't exist. So no one will be harmed."

"I hope that's true..."

Seeing that the wooden base still had some doubts, I decided to give him a famous quote.

"Lumber base, do you know—'If a problem isn't a problem, then it's not a problem'."

"Hachiman, you're absolutely trash!"

I can tell that this came from the heart.

"I don't want to be called trash by someone like you. Anyway, please."

"Hmm, I just can't do anything with you. Don't blame everything on me later! I mean it—"

"Okay, okay... Goodbye."

I hung up before he could finish speaking. That guy really got really excited at the end…

However, Caimuzu's worries were unnecessary. No matter what, the responsibility would not fall on him.

I refreshed my browser and confirmed that the account settings for the timber support had been changed.

Next, the materials were printed out.

While waiting for the print job to finish, I leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

× × ×

The following day was Friday. Today was the day of the decisive battle.

Although it's called a final battle, it's not an official student council vote. Today's biggest task is to find a way to avoid a majority vote with three parties competing. So, compared to a final battle, "showdown" might be a more accurate term.

I could continue to show off here until the end of the third period. As soon as the fourth period began, my heart started to race.

What's coming next is a huge gamble.

I spent all of the fourth period thinking about how to improve my chances of winning—not quite "thinking," but what I really did was repeat meaningless and endless word games and logic puzzles to relieve my tension.

I was restless, constantly checking the clock to calculate how much longer until get out of class ended.

This period of time has finally come to an end. The moment the bell rang, I took the folder I had prepared yesterday and was the first to leave the classroom.

The goal is Class 1-C, which is the class that Iroha Isshiki is in.

I don't know Isshiki's daily routine and have no idea where she goes during her lunch break, so I have to make the most of the time right after class to go to her classroom and wait for her.

I mentally rehearsed how to approach Isshiki, or how to ask the classmates to find her. There shouldn't be any problems; I've practiced in front of the mirror in my bathroom at home several times beforehand. There shouldn't be any problems… there shouldn't be any problems, right? But I still feel a little uneasy…

While I was thinking about this and that, Class C classroom came into view.

The classroom door was open, and I peeked inside furtively. Just that one action made me feel completely suspicious. The students in Class C, probably rarely seeing someone from another grade, all turned their heads towards me… This is bad; I have to deal with this before they call the teacher!

After looking around, I spotted Isshiki sitting by the window at the back of the classroom, about to have lunch with some friends… Looks like I'll have to ask someone to help me find her. It'll be alright, it'll be alright, we've practiced so many times… Hachiman, do your best! (CV: Totsuka Saika) Okay, I've got the courage!

Three boys wearing glasses were standing at the classroom door, and I spoke to them.

"Excuse me... may I bother you for a moment?"

I kept reminding myself not to raise my voice, but it ended up sounding a bit low.

"Okay..."

One of them was willing to talk to me, while the other two whispered among themselves, as if they needed to hold a meeting before making a decision. Okay, I understand. Anyway, ignore them and move on to the next step.

"Could you help me find Isshiki?"

"oh……"

Although the boy answered reluctantly, he still went into the classroom to find Isshiki for me. Isshiki, hearing someone was looking for her, quickly looked over, then showed a slight expression of disappointment. "I'm so sorry! It's me who came to find you."

Isshiki walked over with a cheerful gait. She was now all smiles.

"Senior, is there something you need?"

"I need your help with something for the student council president election."

When Isshiki heard me say that, he shrank back with an apologetic look on his face.

"Yes... but could you wait until after school? I'm a little..."

She was bound to refuse at first; that was the expected response. And of course, I was prepared for how to handle it. I deepened my deadpan expression and told her in a serious tone:

"That's absolutely too late."

"Is it really too late...? Hmm..."

After thinking for a while with his hands clasped together, Isse finally made up his mind.

"Okay. Please wait a moment."

She jogged back to her seat, tidied up her lunch, and then jogged back over.

"Alright. What do we need to do?"

"Could you come to the library with me? I need to take care of some paperwork."

"Oh well... there's nothing we can do about it."

Wait a minute, did a very reluctant expression flash across your face...?

× × ×

The library was unusually quiet during lunch break. There weren't many students at this time to begin with, and it wasn't yet the peak season for students to crowd into the library.

In a quiet corner of the library, a particularly noticeable sigh could be heard.

The person who uttered this sigh was sitting right in front of me.

"well……"

She deliberately let out a deep sigh, then glanced at me.

"Senior~ Do I really have to write this?"

"There's no other way. It's not that you don't want to be the student council president... Besides, I can't find anyone else who can help, but I want to resolve this quickly while I still have time..."

Upon hearing this, Isshiki puffed out her cheeks unhappily. "You're too cunning..."

"...Sigh, you're right. But copying all this stuff is still really hard work~"