My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"While it's not wrong, please watch your wording..."

After hearing my rebuke of Isshiki, Yukinoshita chuckled.

"But that's the point, isn't it? Truly a genius in the art of being inconspicuous and using underhanded methods."

"Hmm, you should watch your words too, okay?"

Sometimes, we should reconsider encouraging educational approaches. Just as I was thinking this, Yuihama slapped her thigh and stood up with great flair.

"Then let's all do it together! Let's all do it together, and so on..."

"Together?"

"Yeah, yeah, hey, like chocolate fondue, isn't that fun?"

"Chocolate, chocolate..."

Yukino tilted her head, a little confused. Hmm, judging from the context, this must be a chocolate party, or a party for making chocolate fondue. She was almost at level two of the Yuihama language proficiency test. But why does it sound like a party? Why does "party" somehow fit with her?!

While Yukinoshita was still standing there, bewildered, Isshiki nodded in admiration:

"Oh, that's it, is there an event?"

"Yes, yes, everyone can participate!"

Yuihama leaned forward happily.

Isshiki turned his head thoughtfully:

"Hmm...but..."

It glanced at me.

"Is that okay, Senior?"

His tone was no different from usual. However, his gaze was unusually calm and serious.

Although the question was short, she stared at me for a long time without even a hint of a smile.

"At least, all the commissions can be completed at once, so from an efficiency standpoint, there's nothing wrong with that."

After careful consideration, I found the statement that was least likely to be wrong.

"That's not what I was asking..."

The response was a sigh and a short, soft laugh. Ishiki stretched out his body as if he'd lost interest, and answered me listlessly.

Yuihama fidgeted with her bun hair, looking a little uneasy, and spoke haltingly:

"No, that's not right, it's probably..."

They all rushed to ask this taboo question, as if answering a question in a cacophony of voices:

"There's nothing wrong with it, is there? Yui-senpai, can you cook?"

"Um……"

Yuihama made a "clatter, clatter, clatter" sound, like a rusty toy, and slowly turned her face to the side—

"I...I will try my best..."

Avoiding eye contact, Yui whispered her resolve. Yukinoshita, watching from the side, smiled slightly.

"Since I'm in charge of teaching, there won't be any problem. Even Yuihama-san can learn it."

"Really? Are you sure?"

I felt there was something else going on in all of Ichiro's answers... Yukino suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled:

"Are you questioning my abilities?"

"Ah! No, no! Yukinoshita-senpai is amazing at it!"

Seeing those cold, piercing eyes, Isshiki jumped up in fear. Then, she timidly peered at Yukinoshita. She then looked at me and Yui in turn. Yukinoshita chuckled, as if she had seen some shy little animal.

"Then there's no problem, right?"

But it seems like none of the people who came have any cooking experience... Yukino is under a lot of pressure. No, wait, if you include the preparations and stuff, our Service Club's workload is off the charts. Just thinking about it makes me a little creeped out.

"Your work is very heavy... Are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita unexpectedly closed her eyes, a gentle smile playing on her lips:

"There's nothing I can't do... I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

His tone was incredibly gentle, as if he were recounting the past.

I don't know what kind of scene is playing out behind those closed eyes. From afar, the scenery is so harmonious and beautiful.

Thinking of this, her voice was so pure and beautiful, yet so distant and fleeting.

"I see."

Isshiki lowered her head, as if answering Yukinoshita's words. The setting sun silently poured down, mercilessly bestowing its light upon Yukinoshita's profile. Her closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes drifted away with the stray hairs at her temples. On the other side, which was not clearly visible, like a shadow untouched by sunlight, she walked alone, lonely and long.

Isshiki paused for a moment, then looked up and called her name. Then, a bright, slightly mischievous smile bloomed on his face, followed by a smug, self-satisfied expression.

"It's so great that you're willing to help! It's like Yukinoshita-senpai and I are going to give everyone a cooking lesson!"

"Yeah...wait, what?"

As if she'd heard something unsettling, Yukinoshita looked Isshiki up and down with a hint of suspicion. Isshiki smiled slyly:

"Good luck, Yukinoshita-senpai!"

"I don't think I misheard, such an affectionate way of addressing her." Saying this, Isshiki leaned his chair closer to Yukinoshita, and cheerfully took her hand.

Yukinoshita seemed to be thinking about something. Isshiki tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at her with a "hehehe" laugh.

"Um... I'm fine... Also, the way you called me..."

Yukinoshita, as always, has little resistance to skin-to-skin contact and physical touch. If you add a frank display of affection, she'll fall for you instantly. Although Isshiki's approach is as different from Yuihama's as a natural one versus a cultivated one, it seems to have the same effect on Yukinoshita's exceptional qualities.

"Okay... let's think about how to make the event go well first."

Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand and began to think. Meanwhile, Isshiki, sitting next to her, suddenly made a phone call.

"Ah, Vice President? I need you to write a proposal. Something like a cooking class! Like... huh? No, basically anything that can be posted on the bulletin board, and..."

Although a troubled voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone, Isshiki clicked his tongue and began giving instructions.

What's with the notice board? I think they mentioned a couple of days ago that there was something else to distribute, and they were running out of time to finish it... Is that true?

"Hey, Xiaoxue, what about me?"

Yuihama also tugged her chair closer to Yukinoshita, asking what she should do. Yukinoshita, upon being asked, considered for a moment.

"Yuhihama-san..."

Then, she placed her hands heavily on Yuihama's shoulders and spoke in a gentle tone as if educating a child.

"Let's do it together."

"Completely untrustworthy?!"

"Just kidding!"

Yukino smiled softly. Then she put her arm around Yuihama's shoulder:

"I will teach you methods that suit you, but please don't help others, okay? Not even verbal or written help, okay?"

Such sincere and direct words conveyed Yukinoshita's persistence to Yui. Yui let out a breath, as if she had been subdued by Yukinoshita. Indeed, Yui's words would only make things worse…

"Okay, I understand. I'll do my best!"

She nodded, as if giving herself some encouragement, and clenched her arms tightly around herself. Perhaps afraid that her cooking skills were too poor to teach, Yuihama looked at Yukinoshita with a slightly stiff face and unease.

Yukino looked pleased, like a master to a diligent student, and slid her hand down to gently stroke Yuihama's shoulder.

"It's okay, just do your best."

Yui's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to sparkle. Yui looked up, her face filled with shock, her body trembling slightly. The hand gripping her shoulder slowly, very slowly, nodded.

"Yes, yes..."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita reluctantly raised her hands, half-clasped them together, and placed them on her knees, as if trying to hold onto the last warmth.

Even making any sound is probably not allowed.

The words exchanged between the two people could not be explained.

From the sidelines, it looked like two children having a childish conversation. A vague sense of sadness lingered, perhaps a bad habit of cynical people.

Despite thinking this, I still couldn't look away, or perhaps I was simply mesmerized by the beauty of the scene before me.

It wasn't very polite to keep staring, and perhaps feeling embarrassed by being stared at, Yui turned around and glanced at me.

"What about small businesses?"

Although she turned to me abruptly and asked, there was nothing I could do this time. So I shook my head.

"I can't cook."

Upon hearing my reply, Yukino chuckled softly.

"It's okay. Just try it and give me some feedback."

I feel like I've heard this phrase somewhere before. But the tone is different from before. Sitting next to me, Yui Hama also seemed to recall something and couldn't help but laugh.

"...Leave it to me, I'm good at this."

As I recalled my answer, I realized I had said something like that. The three of us exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps noticing our laughter, Isshiki, still on the phone, glanced at the three of us. Meeting his questioning gaze, I shook my head and said, "Nothing."

This kind of thing can't be explained. Some things only become meaningful when time accumulates and we share a certain level of memories.

While expressing her confusion about my actions, Isshiki ended her conversation with the vice president and prepared to hang up the phone.

"Okay. Okay—okay, then I'll leave it to you—"

Although the vice president on the other end of the call sounded like he was about to cry, Isshiki hung up without a care. After finishing the call, he quickly stood up, looking radiant with the joy of a happy occasion.

"Well, since everything has been settled, let me explain."

"Well, please."

As Yukinoshita answered, she poured black tea into a paper cup. She also added two small tubes of powdered sugar. Then, Isshiki thanked her and calmly accepted the tea… Ugh, Yukinoshita's concerns were impressive, but Isshiki, trained to this extent, was quite something too.

"In short, regarding the schedule and location..."

As she spoke, Isse wrote down a few days in her notebook without hesitation.

"It's not held on Valentine's Day."

I was trying my best to get the chocolates for Hayama Hayato, and I assumed she was planning to do it that day. But the date was actually set a few days earlier. It seems Yukinoshita had already figured this out; she looked away from her notebook and glanced in this direction.

"Is it because there's an entrance exam that day that you can't get permission from a teacher to supervise?"

"Oh, yes, and school was closed that day too."

Isshiki nodded. Yuihama, seemingly convinced, sighed softly, "Oh—"

"Well, that's one reason, but I'm afraid some people will have reservations for that day too—"

Isshiki quickly explained, glancing at me as she did so. Was she asking if I was satisfied with her reason? Or did she want me to say something else? What, I think my reason is perfectly valid and doesn't need any further explanation… Why are you looking at me like that? However, she quickly looked away from me and continued her serious explanation.

"The student council will provide the materials and props, so there won't be any problem. Please bring your own aprons and the like."

Yukinoshita, who had been listening intently with her hand on her chin, suddenly looked up.

"Could you please show me the list of cooking utensils later? I'd like to make sure nothing is missing."

"Roger that!"

Isshiki's answer was somewhat ambiguous, it was unclear whether she understood or not, and then she began to take notes. After finishing, she twirled the pen around like a magic wand, muttering, "Not bad." Then she reviewed her notes from top to bottom.

"Yukinoshita-senpai, I'd like to discuss the menu. I think we should decide on a few backups first. Otherwise, we won't be able to place any orders—"

While asking the question, Isshiki took out her phone and started Googling. She tapped and scanned occasionally. Then she placed it on the table and showed it to Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita tilted her head, deep in thought:

"Although there are all sorts of options, which ones are good... chocolate cake or sass cake, or truffle chocolate... cookies would be a better choice if you prefer. After all, just chocolate alone isn't enough. And there are beginners too, so we also need to consider the level of difficulty..."

I'm not very familiar with this either, so I won't say more. To be honest, I'm only unfamiliar with it to the point of pretending to know by calling sassafras cake a mousse cake.

But, it is precisely at times like these that some people dare to speak out without any fear, regardless of their knowledge. Yuihama is one such person.

Now, Yuihama also raised her hand high, leaning forward as if she couldn't wait to be called on and speak.