My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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In any case, the number of Twitter users within Soubu High School is very limited, and it's impossible for Isshiki to really gain that many people's support.

Therefore, I set up the only scam here.

Although a Twitter account is fixed after registration, the username can be changed at any time.

Last night, the usernames of all eight fan clubs were changed to "Iroha Isshiki Fan Club", and their profile pictures were also all changed.

The person who tampered with these accounts was the one operating them from behind the scenes.

Upon closer inspection, it's not hard to notice that the account details are slightly different. However, these accounts are all composed of characters like "kaicyou" and "ouen" (Note 36: these are the Romanized spellings of "会长" and "后援" respectively). It's difficult to associate them with any specific person, so this part can still be somewhat explained.

Yukinoshita and Yuihama looked at the lists.

To be honest, if you really checked them one by one, there were quite a few duplicate and anonymous accounts.

This information is just for show.

As long as we can get through today and this period of time, we can consider the mission successfully accomplished.

Yuihama suddenly put down the documents and prepared to pick up her phone.

Seeing this, I broke out in a cold sweat. Was she planning to check online?

Fortunately, after thinking about it for a while, she decided to give up and put the phone back where it was.

Furthermore, at this point in time, the username and profile picture haven't been changed back. If you were to investigate, you would only see content that is exactly the same as this information.

Changing a name when you have followers is a very risky move.

Fortunately, as long as we don't post on Twitter, no new content will appear in the followers' river.

Today, neither Caimuzu nor I posted any tweets, which reduced the risk for followers to notice the change in username and profile picture. Furthermore, followers don't just follow the fan club account; their feeds are constantly flooded with tweets from other accounts, continuously pushing the fan club's tweets down until they are eventually buried.

Of course, I cannot rule out the possibility that someone has already discovered the change in the fan club account.

That's alright. As long as I get through today, I will close the account and make everything disappear completely.

The fan club account exists for two reasons.

Firstly, it served as material to persuade Isshiki Iroha to become the student council president.

Secondly, it would hinder Yukinoshita's actions, delaying her from gathering enough signatures and demonstrating Isshiki's potential election as president. If Yukinoshita withdraws from the race, Yuigahama will also lose her reason to run.

"Hmm, over four hundred people have signed the petition..."

After reviewing the documents, Yukinoshita murmured to herself.

There are a total of 1,200 students in the school. Assuming that three people are running for student council president, it is not difficult to calculate that the minimum number of votes required for election is 401.

This list of over four hundred people is proof that Isshiki is likely to be elected.

That should be detailed enough. I'll take back the materials, organize them, and put them back in my bag.

"All the issues that prevented Isshiki from becoming president have been resolved, so—"

I looked at the two of them and said, word by word:

"You have no need to run for student council president."

This may seem like a trivial statement, but it took me a long time to say it. This is my conclusion. No one will be hurt, no one will be blamed, and no one will be reprimanded. All responsibility and harm will disappear along with the fan club account.

Yuihama breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great...the problem is solved..."

She was relieved of her mental exhaustion, her shoulders relaxed, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

I also slightly twisted my neck to relieve the stiffness in my shoulders.

When I turned towards the snow, I found that she was the only one who remained silent.

She made no sound, like a delicate porcelain doll. Her eyes were as clear as glass and gemstones, radiating a cold aura.

That was the Yukinoshita I knew. Calm, composed, composed, and dignified, she was still beautiful in the conventional sense.

However, she now appears ethereal, as if she would vanish at the slightest touch.

"yes……"

Yukino sighed and raised her head, but did not look at me or Yuihama.

"So... neither this problem nor my reasons for running for office exist, right...?"

She gazed out the window into the distance.

"yes……"

I followed her gaze. The scenery outside the window was still familiar: the setting sun, the high and clear sky, and the trees swaying alone in the wind after all the leaves had fallen.

"Um……"

Yukino lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes.

"I thought I would be able to understand..."

This statement wasn't addressed to anyone in particular; it was merely a series of hollow sounds.

A stirring of emotion welled up inside me.

Beneath the snow, it's as if one is reminiscing about the distant past, mourning what has passed. But I know very well that I absolutely cannot ask questions.

She quietly got up.

"I'm going to report to Professor Hiratsuka and Senior Shiro."

"Ah, let's go too!"

With a click, Yuihama was about to stand up. However, Yukinoshita gave her a calm smile, gesturing for her not to.

"I can go by myself... If it takes a long time and I come back late, it's okay if you go ahead. I'll remember to return the key."

After finishing her speech, Yukino left the office.

Her attitude and smile towards Yuihama should be no different from before.

So, why do I feel like something's not quite right?

The turmoil in my heart had not yet subsided, and the words beneath the snow still echoed in my ears.

It was then that I realized for the first time—

if--

If the true intention behind Yukinoshita is not this—

Only now have I remembered.

Yukinoshita had a thorough understanding of the election rules, which I always thought was a manifestation of her intelligence and extensive knowledge.

Yukinoshita said she didn't mind being the student council president, and I always thought it was the same as during the school anniversary celebration, stemming from a competitive mentality towards her older sister and an attitude of focusing on one thing.

But if—

What if she meant what she said?

Did I inadvertently overlook the truth hidden among thousands of words?

Am I interpreting her actions solely from my own perspective, and being overly optimistic about the situation?

Some people cannot take action unless they face a problem or find a reason to do so.

Some people, despite having a certain degree of certainty, may still be unable to take action because of a partner they are not confident about.

I understand this perfectly. Even if I find other people like that, it's not surprising.

Nevertheless, I ruled out that possibility.

I don't know the truth.

We have never discussed this matter. Even if we had, we probably still wouldn't know.

only--

I can't help but wonder if I've made a mistake.

× × ×

The setting sun gradually shone into the community office.

Yukinoshita still hasn't returned; it seems she really spent a lot of time explaining. As for the truth, that remains unknown.

There were only Yui and me in the office.

I absentmindedly browsed through the book, while Yuihama just stared at her phone, her fingers not moving at all.

The clock hanging on the wall indicated that it was almost time to leave school.

I looked away and found myself face to face with Yui. She was probably also keeping track of the time. Yui suddenly spoke:

"Xiao Yukino is so slow..."

"……yes."

I gave a brief reply and looked back at the book in my hands.

But I quickly realized that this action was pointless, so I simply closed the book.

Then I scratched my head, thinking about how to start the conversation.

"Um... I'm sorry."

"...Huh? Why are you apologizing?"

Yuihama was startled and became slightly more alert.

"Didn't you also put in a lot of effort, thinking about your election platform and speech content?"

"Oh, those..."

Yuihama breathed a sigh of relief after my answer.

"It's all okay now."

Then, she gave a refreshing smile.

Seeing Yui's expression, I felt much more relaxed. Putting aside her personality and popularity, practically speaking, she's clearly unsuitable to be student council president, yet she still works so hard. Therefore, I actually felt a little guilty that all her efforts had been in vain. Seeing that Yui didn't seem to care, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haven't you done a lot of things too? Look, even your hair has grown out of shape."

She pointed to my hair and said that, then stood up.

"Let me help you tidy up."

"unnecessary."

"What does it matter?"

She ignored my refusal and walked behind me.

Her warm palm touched my hair. I was about to shake my head away when she pressed it down hard.

"You're really working hard."

"No……"

The hand that had been on my hair had stopped, and what followed was a heavy feeling gently enveloping the back of my neck. I was so frightened that I couldn't move.

Moving around now would only increase the contact area. I didn't want that to happen, so I remained still. Just then, I heard Yui's whisper in my ear.

"You've helped protect the place I cherish most."

Her voice was so soft that I couldn't help but close my eyes, wanting to savor the warmth that gently seeped into my ears.

Yuihama exhaled softly and slowly began to speak:

"I... am actually very clear that I probably can't beat Yukino. Even if I do win, after becoming the student council president, I might not be able to participate in clubs anymore."

She spoke casually, without any affectation, so I just listened quietly.

She continued:

"This is all thanks to you."

No matter how gentle Yuihama's words are, there's one sentence I can't agree with.

"……wrong."

I never intended to do anything, and I didn't even know what I was capable of. Someone else made me realize this, and that person is the one qualified to accept this statement.