My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

Page 301

However, being so enthusiastic about work seems rather strange. No, even the thought itself is strange.

Faced with a one-sided assignment, Soubu High School showed little interest. This was certainly not the student council they had originally envisioned.

I also got a copy of the meeting minutes from Isshiki, as well as a schedule for the future and a checklist to confirm the progress of the work. Our current task is to complete these documents.

Everyone began to bury themselves in their work.

After a while, one of our people stood up and handed the documents to Isse.

"President, is this alright?"

"Ah, please wait a moment while I confirm."

When Isshiki took the documents, her expression was somewhat stiff, and the boy who handed over the documents also opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Hmm—about this job..."

"Yes……"

"Never mind, it's nothing..."

The student council member swallowed his words, looked away, and only muttered "Thank you for your help" before returning to his seat.

I watched him leave, thinking that he looked vaguely familiar. Isshiki sensed what I was thinking and lowered his voice to tell me:

"He is the vice president."

It was then that I realized he was a second-year student… Although I didn’t know his name, I felt like I’d seen him on campus before. I never imagined that he was the student council vice president. Well, people usually only remember who the president is; they hardly bother to look up the lower-ranking members.

The vice president is in the same academic year as me, no wonder Isshiki spoke to him with such respect.

It's a complicated feeling. When subordinates are older, you always feel constrained; when your boss is younger, you feel a little uncomfortable. When I worked at a convenience store, I also had older new employees, and it was really troublesome. When teaching them about their work, I had to constantly watch my attitude, and they didn't seem very receptive…

Even Isshiki, who is deeply loved by his seniors, must face this problem.

"It's quite tough."

"Hmm... he doesn't seem to like me very much. But that's bound to happen at first, you'll get used to it after a while."

A shadow of gloom crossed Ikseok's face, but he quickly revealed that familiar, provocative smile.

It's indeed difficult for everyone to get along well from the start. Some arguments, friction, and disagreements are inevitable.

Conversely, this also represents development. Precisely because it is in its initial stage, they still have various opportunities for change, and will not evolve into a closed-off classroom.

"Senior?"

I only looked up abruptly when I heard Isshiki's voice. Isshiki probably noticed that I had stopped what I was doing and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I quickly picked up my pen and continued writing, casually starting a conversation to cover up my earlier silence.

"Speaking of which, how much longer are we going to have to stay here?"

"Hmm... it's almost time to end."

I followed Yise's gaze to the clock hanging by the door. It was almost time; the students who stayed at school for club activities should have all gone home by now.

At that moment, the door beneath the clock opened.

"Oh, you're really serious."

The newcomer was Ms. Hiratsuka, dressed in a white suit. She walked over with her long, black hair swaying and her high heels clicking.

"teacher."

Just as I was wondering about the teacher's appearance, she first sighed in dissatisfaction.

"This job seems to have fallen on my shoulders too, I can't stand it... Why are there always more and more jobs for young newbies?"

Yes, Ms. Hiratsuka, you are still young—I couldn't help but look at her with gentle eyes, and she looked back at me with slightly gentle eyes as well.

"...Hachiman, are you alone? Where are Yukinoshita and Yuigahama?"

Hiratsuka-sensei takes my presence for granted, while the other two appear without being asked. So, it seems the one who asked Isshiki to participate in preparing for this event was none other than Hiratsuka-sensei…

In other words, she originally intended for us to accept Isshiki's commission under the name of the club. If things had continued as they were, we might indeed have accepted the commission under the name of the Service Club.

However, this is no longer the case.

"Oh, actually, this time I'm the only one helping out in my personal capacity."

I glanced briefly at the documents at hand.

"Um……"

Ms. Hiratsuka watched me do my work without saying much, and I didn't explain either, continuing my monotonous and meaningless copying work.

"...Okay, it's fine."

The teacher sighed softly and looked me and Yise up and down.

"However, Hachiman and Isshiki... that's a pretty interesting combination."

"What does that mean..."

I didn't find the teacher's unauthorized pairings funny, and Isshiki shared the same opinion, giving me a "hmm~~" look to show her strong dissatisfaction. I said to Isshiki, don't you think that reaction was hurtful...?

Looking at our faces, Ms. Hiratsuka smiled happily:

"I just felt that way. Okay, it's almost time. Let's leave the rest for next time, pack up and get ready to go home. The other person should be heading back soon too."

I looked at the seats at the Seaside Comprehensive High School; they were already packing their things.

"Okay, let's call it a day then."

With these instructions given, the other cadres began organizing their belongings. Then, in a voice too soft for the teacher to hear, she whispered in my ear:

"I'll have dinner with the student council member before going home. It's okay if you leave first, senior."

Hasn't she considered inviting me to join...? Great! Isshiki really knows me!

"Okay, I'm off then."

"Okay! Senior, please continue after tomorrow as well!"

Ishiki gave me a playful salute, and after I raised my hand slightly in response, I walked towards the door—oh, wait, there's something I almost forgot to ask.

"By the way, will it start at around the same time tomorrow too?"

"Yes, roughly around that time."

"Okay, I understand."

It takes some time to get here from Haibin Comprehensive High School, so the meeting started a little later. This gives the people from Soubu High School some extra time.

As I pondered how to kill this spare moment, I stepped out of the Civic Center.

× × ×

Where is happiness?

Happiness is in the warm bed and table.

"Ah, brother, welcome back~~"

Returning home after a long day, I saw Komachi in the living room. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

Why is this happening? Because at some point, a kotatsu (heated bed table) appeared in the living room.

Has the day of resurrection finally arrived...? The kotatsu (heated bed table) is a demonic creation, specifically designed to mass-produce useless people. Sending a bunch of kotatsu to the enemy country during winter will surely make their conquest easy.

"Komachi, don't stay huddled in the futon-style desk reading. You'll just get sleepier and sleepier, and you'll catch a cold. Staying in there too long will only turn you into a useless person."

I tried to reason with her earnestly, but Komachi just rolled her eyes at me. Ugh, how annoying! Has my little sister entered her rebellious phase?

"My brother himself is crawling right in there..."

Haha, Komachi, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly crawl into... Wow! Why is it that when I came to my senses, I was already nestled in the futon table!

No, it was just an incredibly boring play. How could I not want to crawl into my kotatsu (heated bed table)?

...So warm~

After a long day, walking home along the cold night road, the far-infrared rays felt incredibly comforting. I lazily stretched out one leg and touched something soft.

An unknown, soft object lazily climbed onto my foot. So this thing has its own will... Is it Komachi's foot? I looked at Komachi, and she met my gaze, a smile playing on her lips.

The brother and sister were entwined under the warm quilt, their legs intertwined, all lovey-dovey... Lately, the younger sister has been acting a little strange? No, no, what I'm going to say is, "Ugh, so embarrassing!" This girl really loves to whine.

I pushed my foot away, signaling Komachi to stop hooking up, and the soft touch left.

Then, something popped out from under the kotatsu table. It was our cat, Yuki. Turns out, it wasn't Komachi who climbed onto my feet, but this guy. Why do cats like to use other people's feet as cushions so much?

Xiaoxue stepped out of the kotatsu (heated bed table), stretched her body vigorously, and let out a loud "humph." Are you some middle-aged man who just finished a sauna?

Then, it smacked my face, expressing its displeasure at being kicked away. Wait, maybe it also disliked my smelly feet… I couldn't help but tense up. Please, don't react like that again…

"Brother, why are you staring at Xiaoxue?"

"nothing……"

Koyuki left the kotatsu (heated bed table), but still wanted to find somewhere warm, so she jumped onto Komachi's lap, curled up, and started to doze off. She'd already slept all day; should she sleep some more? Ah, being a cat is so nice. I wish I could live like that.

Komachi stroked the snowflakes on her body. Ah… if you touch them like that, they might stick to your leg and refuse to come off…

As I looked at Komachi, something suddenly came to mind.

"By the way, Komachi, could you explain what this is?"

I pulled out the letter that had been in my uniform pocket all day. Komachi, without disturbing Koyuki, leaned in slightly to examine it, then replied with a relaxed air:

"Hmm? It means exactly what it says."

"oh……"

So she really wants white goods... I'm not kidding, what's wrong with my sister...?

She hummed a song and stroked Xiaoxue, showing no intention of continuing to explain my question.

Okay, if I keep pressing the issue and it comes to that line later, I'll be embarrassed myself. Perhaps...

Use this list as a reference, and think about other Christmas gifts for Komachi.

The two stopped talking and just stared blankly, letting time pass quietly.

After a while, Xiaoxue suddenly got up, scratched her ear with her hind foot, and left the living room with a serious expression, heading towards the front door.

It's probably because Mom has come back.

Our cat is amazing. When my mother and Komachi come home, it greets them at the door. By the way, when my father and I come home, it completely ignores us.

A moment later, the front door clicked open, and after a series of thumps as people went upstairs, the mother appeared in the living room, with Xiaoxue following behind her.

"I'm back—ah, I'm so tired~"

She tossed her bag aside and took a swig of the coffee she'd bought on her way home from get off work. Seeing her mother's tired appearance, Komachi and I said:

"Mom, welcome back—"

"You've worked hard. Where's Dad?"

I asked this question to get my dad's money back for Komachi's gift. My mother also gave me a "I don't know" look.

"Good question..."

"What a good question..."

Hey hey hey, Mother, aren't you my father's wife? Is it really necessary to use such a respectful title as "sir" (Note 17: "sir" is a homophone for "saa" (good question)). Or are you simply indifferent to your husband?

"He has a lot of things to catch up on lately, so it's probably hard for him to leave the company. I also need to bring my work back to continue."

My mother didn't even bother to explain, answering as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed less like indifference and more like it was simply a daily occurrence for her, so she didn't take it to heart at all. That made sense. Although different professions have different situations, every year-end, office workers are incredibly busy, and they still have to work even as Christmas approaches. Who can stand that? I became even more determined to be an adult who could spend Christmas properly with my family, and I would never go out to work again. Just then, my mother suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right, Hachiman, you seem to be free. Go order a bucket of fried chicken and a cake for me."

"what?"

Why do I have to order this? Also, don't always assume I'm just doing this for fun, okay? — If I simplify this long string of complaints into "Huh?", then why isn't there a single "ah" sound in the whole sentence?

"I always asked Komachi for help before, but this year..."

"Ah, that's true. Okay, then give me the money."

Since that was the reason, I certainly didn't hesitate to run errands. Although I hadn't really thought about it before, Komachi had indeed helped me a lot when I was taking my high school entrance exams. Besides, she usually took care of most of the housework, so now that it was her turn to take the exams, those things should naturally be left to me.

Upon hearing this, Komachi joined the conversation.

"This is a small matter; Komachi can handle it."

The mother just smiled and waved.