My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Dazhi hesitated, wanting to say something, then slowly began, "Well, that's not about the workplace..."

"Silly brother, this is a school, bro! We have a duty to educate people!"

Komachi waved her hand in front of me and looked at me speechlessly.

No, is something wrong? No, it doesn't seem like it...

"Ah, ah, yes. Yes, it's different from a job interview."

"No, bro, how did you even pass the interview...?"

Dazhi looked pained, almost bursting into tears on the ground.

I'm not saying this without reason, you have to believe me, there really are places that say this... really, I'm not kidding you...

"Well, learning about the worst examples might make things a little easier," he replied with a serious expression.

Komachi pressed her hands to her forehead: "I give up... No, no, no, this isn't even the worst, it's absolutely awful. Suddenly I understand why my brother said he didn't want to go to work. To understand that is just the epitome of awfulness."

Komachi looked at me with a mixture of pity and resentment. "No, isn't it a bit mean to say that about your brother? He's not that bad, is he? Please, no..."

Dazhi muttered to himself, as if in a daze, "It's all over, it ......"

Don't frighten the child.

I turned my head and said in as gentle a voice as possible, "It's okay, the interviewer won't make things difficult for you."

"Really"

Taishi looked at me with pleading eyes. Well, fine, he's come this far, I might as well help him out. Even though I'm super annoyed by his close relationship with Komachi, he's just an ordinary student, like his sister. His little sister is quite cute though… Ugh, what am I even rambling about…

It's better to comfort him than to have his sister cause me trouble later.

"Well, these days, if entrance exams involved this kind of pressure-based interview, guardians would complain. So the interviewers are all very gentle."

"The reason is a bit too realistic..." Komachi muttered.

What's wrong with being realistic? We all need to make a living.

"It's okay. As long as you're energetic and speak clearly during the interview, there won't be any problems."

Dazhi looked up at me, somewhat incredulous: "Really?"

"Of course it is. Just answer loudly and confidently, and be ready to sacrifice yourself for justice at any time."

"I won't sacrifice myself for justice..." Komachi complained to me disappointedly. Huh? Is something wrong? Don't they always ask this when they ask if you want to be an Armor Hero...? No, let me explain. You see, when your superiors assign you extra work, you have to accept it without complaint. The truly strong just quietly slack off and wait for their paycheck.

I seem to have said too much, but it doesn't matter. Dazhi is completely like someone who is "suddenly sitting up in shock while on the verge of death." Is he having a final burst of energy before death? Not bad, young man.

"Thank you... I feel much better." Dazhi said simply, or rather, sincerely, and then smiled slightly. I rarely comfort others; this was an exception.

"Relax, the interview isn't there to weed out people, it's just to confirm things."

Mock interview complete! If you ask why you chose this school, just say the atmosphere is great; if you ask what kind of person you are, just say you're a jack-of-all-trades, you don't have any particular strengths, but you get along well with everyone.

But you can't say that all the time. Employers need the gears; if the machine only has lubricant, it's unusable. As for the gears... let whoever wants them be, just like my dad, a corporate slave.

Pre-prepared answers are usually lies, just platitudes. Not only in interviews, but even interviewers understand that you can't judge a person based on their answers. It's better to look at how someone says and does what they say than what they say. That's why I told Dazhi to "speak confidently and loudly." Isn't it said that language can only convey less than 30% of what's actually said? Looking at language alone, there's still a lot missing.

For example, if someone speaks perfectly but stammers and lacks confidence, I would only give them a score of 30 at most.

Dazhi is lively and upright, so there's really no need to worry about this. However, there's another important thing, which I thought about for a moment before saying to him, "It would be even better if you spoke more politely."

"No, bro, I just feel closer to you, that's why." He playfully waved his fist.

Huh? Do we know each other that well? Oh? Goodbye, goodbye.

"Okay, then I'll bow."

"Thank you so much!" Daishi seemed oblivious to my impatience and bowed happily. Well, if this kid can be this polite, then I'll forgive him. Still too soft-hearted, Hachiman.

"Oh, actually there's one more thing."

"Ok?"

Are you Dad? Is there one more thing? No, no, no, everyone go home, hurry up.

“Your sister knows more about other things,” I said, backing down. But Dazhi seemed even more adamant:

"My sister... she can't, she can't ask about this kind of thing."

This looks like a big problem. Komachi seemed to sense something and gave a soft hum: "You guys talk, I'm leaving."

Komachi turned and opened the door: "You have to help Taishi properly, right? Consider it Komachi's request. Taishi, thank you for bringing me back. If you have any questions, just ask him."

She grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and slipped inside.

Oh, my little sister is so cute...

Taishi seemed a little confused, and with admiration in his eyes, he exclaimed, "Hachigaya-kun is so kind."

That's not gentleness, is it? Actually, Komachi just doesn't want trouble... so she dumps things on me.

Ugh, my little sister is so annoying...

Act Two

The winter night was just too cold. Without Komachi around, I didn't feel the need to force myself to chat with Daishi. However, Daishi looked like he was deep in thought, and I couldn't bear to let him go home. Wandering aimlessly in front of someone's house at night was definitely not an option, and a coffee shop wasn't suitable for me and a middle school boy. After thinking it over, I decided to go to a convenience store and ask for directions along the way.

The starry sky was sparse, the streetlights were scattered, their lights flickering, and cars came and went. Dazhi and I walked slowly along the brightly lit road. Gradually, a convenience store came into view. Although I didn't know the exact location of the Kawasaki family's house, I figured this convenience store should be about the same distance from our houses. I went in and casually bought two cans of coffee.

“Here you go,” I tossed him one of the cans. “Catch it.”

"Thanks, um, how much?" Dazhi carefully took out his wallet.

"Please." I waved my hand.

"Ah, thanks, bro," Dazhi replied with a smile. Then came two more can-opening sounds. There was nowhere to sit outside, so we had to squat. Our cold hands gripped the warm drink cans tightly, sipping slowly. Don't overthink it, I was just worried you didn't have enough money. I didn't mean to show off and treat you, okay?

Dazhi exhaled a breath of white air, which slowly dissipated under the lamplight.

"I want to ask..."

I wanted to see what he wanted to ask. I turned to look at him.

He looked very serious, as if this problem was really quite tricky.

"Bro, how can I become popular with girls in high school?"

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough..."

Dazhi quickly came up and gently patted my back:

"Oh, sorry..."

"No, it's not your fault... cough."

What kind of topic is this?

Phew—that's much better now.

Dazhi looked at me again.

"I don't know, and I'm not popular anyway."

"Stop lying, you're definitely lying. You were with a girl today too!" Dazhi blushed and stammered.

Oh, you mean you lost money? Don't spread rumors!

"We just bumped into each other by chance on my way home. What, do you think that just being together means you're liked?"

So I'm still with you now, does that mean I was a shota-con before?

She forced a smile.

"...That's not true."

Dazhi nodded thoughtfully. A boy always needs to think before he becomes a man; his path will likely be just as arduous.

"Right, if just being together means we're dating, then I'd have to get rid of everyone who's with Komachi."

As she spoke, she accidentally crushed the coffee can in her hand slightly. "I didn't use any force?" "Not at all?"

"Brother, that's scary!"

You still call me brother? Not bad, this kid has some courage, I'm giving you a little more credit. To become popular, you first need to be brave. But shouldn't you be preparing for your exams? Why are you thinking about this now... Although when I was close to my high school entrance exams, I also fantasized about becoming a professional gamer or an idol... Wait a minute, are all boys like this? Please don't. Please, please don't.

"Why are you asking this kind of question?" I asked curiously.

Dazhi looked at me with surprise, then thought for a while: "How should I put it... should I call it motivation? If I feel that there are many happy things in high school, I will be more motivated."

That sounds reasonable. But it's not good to live on these meaningless fantasies. This kind of illusion should be shattered, otherwise this child will go astray sooner or later.

Ah, how gentle I am.

"None of the things you imagined before enrolling will come true."

Dazhi looked slightly downcast. "...Really?"

"Yes, it's completely different from what I imagined."

I regretted it as soon as it was exported. Wasn't that a bit too cruel?

But words spoken cannot be taken back.

For a moment, only silence remained.

But at the same time, statements carrying another layer of realism also involuntarily floated out:

"...Well, actually, even if they are different, it doesn't really matter."

The humming sound from the convenience store carried a hint of loneliness on the wind. A bicycle bell could be heard in the distance across the street.

A satisfied sigh echoed around me.

"I don't know why... but suddenly I feel motivated."

"What's wrong"

Dazhi stood up, straightened his collar, and slowly buttoned up his shirt one button at a time.

"I don't know... By the way, if I get into the school, I'll immediately ask you about that question, brother. Please take care of me then!"

His words were as sincere as ever. I smiled.

Next April, the new semester, new students—it sounds so far away, yet it seems so imminent. When that time comes, everything will be different, won't it? Right now, it will certainly come to an end, but it won't be the final chapter.

"Sure, then."

"At that time?" Dazhi repeated softly.

I paused for a moment, thinking about what I was going to say next.

"Well, as long as your sister allows it. If I teach you anything weird, she'll be super angry."

Dazhi and I looked at each other and smiled.

"Yes, it is."

"But only after you enroll, okay?"

"Okay, I'll do my best. Thanks, bro."

"Don't call me brother! Let's try to make the day when you call me senior come sooner rather than later," I said casually.

Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then danced with delight: "Wow, that was so cool! I really admire that! Can you tell me about what happened? I bet you'll give me permission if you do!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Kids shouldn't talk nonsense. It's so late, go home now." I kept scolding him, trying not to let him see the embarrassment on my face.

Dazhi smiled with a hint of smugness.

I was even more embarrassed, so I could only wave my hand and tell him to leave quickly.

Dazhi nodded, said goodbye, and then jogged along the street with his bag on his back.

Just as they reached a fork in the road, Dazhi suddenly turned around and made a megaphone shape with his hand in front of his mouth:

"Hachiman-senpai—thank you—"

It's still early, kid.

Regardless, Komachi will still stand by her brother's side.

Dazhi is gone, so there's no need for me to stay here any longer. While thinking about what to take home to eat, I wandered aimlessly through the supermarket shelves. The New Year's atmosphere hadn't been missed here either; brightly colored stockings were filled with candy, and stacks of anime-themed drinks were displayed in the corners, each with a limited-time discount tag.

The empty boxes that had been opened didn't seem to be completely packed away yet, with glimpses peeking out from one corner. Small packages of trinkets were piled up to the side, and it wouldn't be long before they flew into the shop window or onto the ceiling.

Take a few steps to the bento box stall, and there's a hand-drawn poster prominently displayed. Written in red, orange, yellow, and green, it reads: "Tired of the usual New Year's food? You can also try curry!" Probably some poor employee was forced to rush this out, right? These kinds of random promotions really put everyone at full capacity… and they have to be taken down immediately after the New Year, then they're busy preparing for Valentine's Day promotions.