My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Winner Hayama Hayato, please come to the stage!"

When his name was called, Hayama, adorned with a laurel wreath, immediately ascended the stage, while the audience below erupted in a roar of "Wow!" Come to think of it, that guy actually won...?

"Congratulations, Hayama-senpai! I always thought you were going to win!"

"Thank you."

Hayama responded to Isshiki's clearly biased statement with a calm smile.

"So, please share your thoughts."

She handed the microphone to Hayama, and at the same time, clapping, whistling, and cheers of "Hayama!" erupted from the audience. The Ministry of Revenue's constant shouts of "Come on!" and "Let's go!" were rather annoying.

Faced with these questions, Ye Shan gave a slightly shy smile and spoke.

"Although there were a few dangerous moments along the way, thanks to many good opponents and everyone's encouragement, I finally made it to the end. Thank you all."

He paused slightly after saying this. Then, as if he saw Miura in the crowd, he waved to her.

"Especially Yumiko and Iroha... thank you."

After he said that, the cheers grew even louder. Ooka whistled, and Yamato clapped enthusiastically. Miura and Isshiki, however, froze in surprise when their names were mentioned, then shrank back shyly, blushing and lowering their heads. Ebina gently patted Miura's shoulder.

Seeing Hayama's gentle gaze and the two's reactions, a slight stir arose among the audience. Ah, so that's what "drawing a period" meant.

Then, the winners continued to share their thoughts.

"I'll focus on club activities for now, and work hard for my last general meeting... Also, some members of the soccer club had some embarrassing results today, so I'd like to give them some good training."

Hayama gave a sinister smile and looked in the direction of Hobe and his group, while Hobe let out a mournful cry and fell backward.

"Hayato~ This can't be right! You should have told me this beforehand!"

The Minister of Revenue shouted in a voice that rivaled the microphone, while the others laughed heartily. What a gentle world.

"Alright, thank you everyone—this is the winner, Hayato Hayama, let's give him a round of applause—...is it okay if the people who came in second place and below don't come up—?"

Amidst the applause, Isshiki's words, presumably a confirmation to the vice president, came through the microphone. What's this guy up to...?

While Isshiki was trying to make amends for his slip of the tongue, Hayama, who had just stepped down from the podium, was chatting and laughing with Miura and the others.

The distance that had been there between them for so long was no longer visible. Rather, Miura seemed shy about the stares around him, hiding behind Yui and Ebina.

Having witnessed this, I left the square and park.

I've personally witnessed Hayato Hayama's signature performance. While he might just be a hypocrite or a clown with an exceptionally enhanced ability to meet others' expectations, if he can achieve that level of perfection, I'm speechless.

As I left the square, I encountered another group of people dispersing, chatting idly about trivial matters.

"As expected, that was just a rumor—" and so on. "Hayama and Miura, they really do have a good relationship—" and so on.

I found a suitable spot by the roadside to sit and started checking my scrapes. Just as I was crying out in pain, I heard footsteps approaching. I immediately recognized whose footsteps were coming from those hurried footsteps.

"Xiaoqi!"

"what"

Yuihama, who had jogged over, was breathing heavily. Haha, panting, held up the first-aid kit in her hand to show me.

"I heard from Hayato that Hachiman might be injured..."

"Huh? How did that guy know?"

"Eh... weren't you running away together? That's what Hayato-kun said."

Yuihama tilted her head strangely.

I did run with Hayama for a while, but only in the beginning. And the fall happened after we separated. How did Hayama know… Ha! Does Hayato-kun have superpowers?! Hmm…

While thinking about these trivial things, Yui squatted down and took out a lot of things from the first aid kit.

"Little Enterprise, Legs"

He patted the ground as he spoke.

"No, this little injury isn't necessary..."

As we were talking, Yui, who was squatting in front of me, pouted. She hugged her knees, looked up at me, and couldn't say a word. Being stared at like that, I could only obediently stick my foot out... Well, it does hurt a bit, and I want to get it treated.

"...Well then, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yuihama, seemingly quite pleased with herself, nodded and hummed a nasal tune as she pulled out various medical supplies: disinfectant, bandages, ointment, plasters. And also, BAND-AID, CATBURN, and SAVIO. Wait a minute, these are all bandages? And what are the plasters and ointment for?!

Just as I was feeling uneasy, Yuihama picked up the disinfectant. After taking the disinfectant, she inexplicably focused her attention.

"Hey"

With that mindless sound, disinfectant sprayed out like pear juice, hitting the wound directly.

"Ouch! Ah, ouch! This is too intense! Hey, isn't this a bit too violent?"

As she spoke, Yui tilted her head, feigning an "Eh?" Wait, that's really weird tilting her head. Why does she have that wild, survival-style healing look on her face? What, was she a doctor on the battlefield? Some kind of eccentric medic, Mr. Jack?

"Oops, sorry. Did I upset you?"

"Oh, it's quite serious..."

Yuihama touched her frilly hair apologetically, while I breathed on my wound. It was pointless, but it felt like it would ease the pain. Ugh, it still hurts so much… Yuihama looked dejected as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."

"No, it's alright... I'm already very grateful for the help in treating your wound..."

After saying that, Yui looked up and smiled chuckled. Then she picked up a cotton ball and began to carefully touch the wound.

Every time Yuihama's clumsy movements touched the wound, it felt like being lightly bitten. At the same time, not only her feet, but also somewhere inside her body, she felt a sweet numbness.

In order to avoid becoming too aware of it, I shifted my focus away from the wound.

Before her was Yuihama crouching above her head. Her expression was serious. Her lips were pursed into a line, and she rolled up the bandages with a focused look in her eyes.

I'm not really used to doing this kind of thing. After the bandage was wrapped around my head once, and twice, my hair started to sway, and the scent of shampoo and lotion wafted in the air.

There was no conversation; I simply followed her, watching her movements. Her cherry-colored lips hummed a song as she rolled up the bandages. Her eyes sparkled as if she were inexplicably happy, but suddenly her eyelashes fluttered nervously, and her eyebrows, shaped like a cute curve, formed an "8." Then, as if hiding cold sweat, she tucked a strand of light peach-colored hair behind her pretty ear.

Even without dialogue, you won't get tired of watching their constantly changing expressions.

Yui looked at me furtively with unconfident eyes, like a scolded puppy. What had she done now? Look at the bandage; there was a rather unsightly knot tied on it. It was so loose and haphazard, I couldn't even tell how it was tied.

"Ah, haha... I'm sorry, I might not be used to this..."

Yeah, I think so too. This kid isn't very good at cooking... How should I put it, he's clearly very good at showing subtle care, but he's also quite careless, isn't he?

"Yes, I'm sorry. I think Yuki would have handled it better. Hayato-kun seems to be looking for Yuki too, but she dropped out halfway through and is in the infirmary."

Yui looked towards the school with concern. As expected of Yukinoshita, she still lacked stamina.

"...Really? That's alright, that's fine then... Thank you!"

He patted the bandage gently. A slightly twisted, clumsy, blurred scar. "This medal suits me quite well, actually."

However, Yuihama was still not satisfied with it, and as compensation, she stood up and reached out her hand to me.

"Then... come on."

She gently pulled my shoulder, trying to help me stand up. Her sudden closeness startled me, and I jumped to my feet.

"No, you don't need to support me anymore... I can still walk..."

"But, weren't you injured..."

As she spoke, Yuihama was still clutching my tracksuit.

"No, I sweated a lot and got very dirty."

And I'm still sweating right now. If you're going to get close, please let me know first... Saying something would make it easier to hide.

However, when Yui saw me move away, she came closer again.

"I don't care about those things at all..."

"I am concerned... but it's not a very serious injury. So it's not necessary."

Gently, as carefully as possible, she pulled the tracksuit out of her grasp. Yui then pouted and frowned slightly. With her other hand, she shook the first-aid kit from side to side.

"Hey"

With that clumsy sound, the first aid kit swung like a pendulum straight at my wound.

"It hurts so much..."

Unconsciously, a groan escaped my lips. Yuihama, grinning, forcefully grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her own shoulder.

"It still hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

"Do I even need to ask? What are you doing? Why are you hitting me?"

Ignoring my question, Yui pulled me along. Given her earlier outburst, I couldn't disobey her here, could I? ...Oh well. I obediently let her pull me towards the school.

Then, Hayama and the others walked past us. A glance from them. Instantly, Hayama smiled and nodded. It was as if he were asking, "Do you understand?"

Hmm. I understand. So this is your solution, right...? But before I could nod in reply, Hayama was pulled away by Miura and Isshiki.

All eyes were on Hayama, the center of attention. However, sometimes, curious glances would drift toward me and Yuihama.

These gazes made me restless, my heart couldn't find peace. My heart was beating faster than when I'm running a marathon, I could almost hear it.

"Um, Xiao Qi."

When I was called, my heart pounded even harder.

Without looking at Yuihama's face, she answered with her breathing, and then Yuihama continued quietly.

"Regarding that rumor... I've been thinking about whether there's anything I can do... If I could, then... wouldn't everyone be less interested in Hayato-kun's rumors?"

"...No, even so, what about the other rumors?"

Suppressing the urge to raise her voice, Yuihama shook her head:

"That's fine too..."

"No... Treating the wounded gently is fine, but it depends on the time and place, this kind of thing..."

"No, it doesn't mean we have to treat each other gently or anything like that..."

Speaking cautiously, Yui turned her head slightly to look at me. Our cheeks were almost touching, our breaths almost mingling. Her moist eyes slowly looked down, her cheeks gradually flushing red.

Always expecting, always misunderstanding, and without realizing it, giving up hope.

So, until the very end, I still dislike gentle girls.

However, I no longer dislike girls who aren't gentle.

postscript

Good evening, this is Watari, still writing.

This series has truly been with you all for a long time.

From A to the now-finally-arriving E volume, amidst all the commotion, I present to you the sixth book in this series.

anthe……

Uh?

I wonder what the next letter will be...

I have absolutely no idea!

Although I pretended not to know, I am an adult after all, and it's not good to lie.

The following are some points based on my own experience (which may not apply to everyone).

When I was younger, I always thought it was much better to "pretend not to know" than to "pretend to know".

I always have this feeling that those who pretend to know are just trying to cover up their ignorance and superficiality.

Well, I'm still young, so that's what I did too!

I say "I know, I know" about five times a day!

There are always fewer words to describe ignorance.

Adults, on the other hand, often say, "Hmm?"

have no idea,

Never heard of it