My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"If, if there are any left, could you give me some?"

"I'm not willing."

After giving a brief answer, Yukinoshita deftly shook off Haruno's hand. Despite her blunt reply, a smile remained on her face.

Miss Yang seemed quite satisfied with this, and she stretched her body comfortably.

"Now... the preparations are almost complete. I think it's time to go back."

"Eh? Well, there are still many things I'd like you to teach me."

Isshiki rushed towards her in a panic and began tugging at the sleeve of Ms. Hinano, who was about to take off her apron.

Seeing Isshiki's adorable gesture, Haruno smiled knowingly and held Isshiki's hand tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Isshiki-chan. But all that's left is to put it in the oven and bake it. You can't make any mistakes, okay? Please let the other members know too."

With her hand firmly held by Ms. Haruno and facing such a bright smile, even Isshiki was speechless. For some reason, she blushed slightly, then nodded with a sigh of relief.

Since no one wanted to stop her from leaving, Ms. Haruno greeted Hayama and Senior Megure cheerfully and began to quickly prepare for her departure.

Then, she tidied her bag and walked towards me, in front of Yuihama, beneath the snow.

Goodbye, Yukino.

Without saying a word, she gently patted Yukinoshita's shoulder. Without saying goodbye to anyone else, the sound of Yukinoshita's high heels echoed in the room as she left without looking back.

As I watched Ms. Haruno leave, I heard a long sigh behind me. Turning around, I saw Yukino adjusting her apron, as if trying to cheer herself up.

"Okay, let's go back to work."

With that, Yukinoshita turned her attention to Yuihama. However, Yuihama's reaction to Yukinoshita's words was unusually slow. Noticing Yuihama's unusual behavior, Yukinoshita smiled gently.

"...Um, it's crooked."

Slowly, as if embracing her, Yukinoshita reached her arms behind Yuihama's neck and began carefully retying the apron straps. Seemingly troubled by Yukinoshita's actions, Yuihama snapped out of her daze and gave an awkward laugh.

"Um... thank you... Xiaoxue... um, hehe..."

Yui, currently encircled by Yukinoshita's arms, opened her mouth as if to say something but seemed to find it difficult to speak. Hearing her hesitation, Yukinoshita continued to watch her, urging her to continue. However, Yui simply shook her head.

Then, Yukinoshita raised her hand and gently tapped Yuihama's forehead.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I understand... There's still a little bit left to finish, I'll do my best."

"kindness……"

Yui buried her face in the shadows beneath the snow, so I couldn't see her expression. But I could hear her gentle, hoarse whisper.

In response, Yukinoshita nodded gently. And so, gently and quietly, Yukinoshita retied the knot of her apron.

○Thus, Yui Yuigahama was still left to fend for herself alone.

The oven and kitchen timer clattered incessantly. Whenever that sound rang out, the kitchen would be filled with cheers and sighs, and the air would be thick with sweet aromas and fragrances.

Looking at the group of people gathered in front of the oven, it seemed that Miura's meticulously crafted creation, which he had put all his effort into, had been successfully completed.

Miura carefully opened the oven and hurriedly handed the chocolate cake he had taken out to Yukinoshita.

Yukinoshita began to confirm Miura's findings. She took a breath or two to observe slowly and carefully, while Miura, standing beside her, was restless and unable to calm down, and Yuihama was also sweating profusely.

Soon, Yukinoshita looked up after letting out a short breath:

"...There shouldn't be any problems. I think it's done very well."

After listening to the snow, Miura let out a sigh of relief, and his shoulders relaxed instantly.

"Yumiko is quite capable!"

Yuihama hugged him tightly, and Miura's expression relaxed as well.

"Yes, thank you, Yui... and Yukinoshita too."

Although her face was turned to one side, her eyes secretly glanced at Yukinoshita. This way of thanking her seemed very strange, and her response was even stranger.

"Since I haven't tasted it yet, it's too early to say anything definitive, but for now, I'd say it's passable."

Couldn't he just be honest and say no? This guy... But, what Yukinoshita said does make sense. The purpose of this event isn't just to learn how to make sweets.

"Yumiko"

As if to encourage Miura, Yui gently placed her hand on her shoulder. Urged on so quickly, Miura forgot to take off her gloves and carefully carried the chocolate cake away. Then, standing before Hayama, she seemed quite embarrassed and spoke hesitantly.

"Hayabusa... Hayato... could you... try this for me...?"

Seeing her gaze, which was too shy to look directly at him and instead kept stealing glances, Ye Shan responded with a calm smile.

"Of course, if you don't mind."

"Mmm...mmm"

Miura seemed to be searching for what she should say, but in the end she just nodded frantically several times with her cheeks flushed red.

"Not bad, not bad, you've really worked hard," I thought to myself, secretly applauding, when I heard someone next to me seeming to be struggling to speak.

"Uuuuuuu..."

What are you humming about?

I glanced at Isshiki and saw her giving Miura a resentful look. In her hand, she was tightly clutching a beautifully packaged bag of mixed baked goods, complete with postcards.

"You're quite capable, Miura-senpai..."

"Yes, that chocolate cake was surprisingly pretty."

After saying that, Isshiki let out a "Huh?" and looked at me with the same look he had seen a suspicious person. Could he please not give me that "What is this guy talking about?" look? Just as I was thinking that, Isshiki coughed fakely and then began to explain his meaning while gesturing.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I meant the contrast, the contrast. Normally you're so mean, but then you become so adorable at a time like this—it's practically cheating, isn't it!"

"Oh, you mean this..."

As expected of a master of clever tricks. In the end, Miura probably had no idea he was going to resort to such tactics. That was just a live broadcast of his girlish infatuation. Isshiki seemed to understand this too, muttering, "Besides, that person's personality isn't bad at all!" And she's absolutely right, your personality is quite bad...

Although he had been groaning for a long time, Isshiki seemed satisfied after venting his frustrations and suddenly smiled.

"But that's precisely what makes it more competitive and fun! Besides, for some people, there's no point in competing anyway."

After saying that, Isshiki sighed as if he was helpless, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Ah, right," before rummaging around in his apron pocket, pulling something out, and tossing it to me.

"Senior, please accept this as a gift."

Upon closer inspection, it was a small bag of cookies wrapped in a plastic bag. Apart from a tiny ribbon tied around it, there was nothing else that resembled decoration, a stark contrast to the luxurious and dazzling baked goods set that Ishiki was holding.

"What? For me? Thank you?"

The way it was handed to me was so casual that I didn't even know whether I should thank it or not. Speaking of which, this guy talked about "obligation chocolates" and "male dignity" and all that, right? What? Isshiki's such a nice guy! I'm so sorry for thinking your personality was terrible earlier, okay?

After hearing my thanks, Yise chuckled and gently placed her index finger to her lips.

"...Keep this a secret from others, okay?"

A mischievous smile appeared on her face, and then, winking, she said, "It would be troublesome if people found out~," before jogging away. It seemed she was heading towards Hayama.

I was stunned by Isshiki's actions and expression, and stood there dumbfounded. This wasn't just clever tricks; honestly, it was terrifying... If it were me in the past, I would have been shot down in that instant, right?

Trembling at the destructive power of my junior, I looked towards Hayama and her group, eager to witness her struggle.

All that could be seen was Isshiki, with her all-around feminine charm and pleading gaze fully unleashed, handing Hayama her mixed baked sweets.

"Have a taste of mine, Hayama-senpai?"

"Haha, do you think I can finish all that?"

While Hayama was still enjoying Miura's chocolate cake, he didn't forget to greet Isshiki's arrival with a dashing smile and a very mature demeanor. Thus, he was once again caught between Miura and Isshiki.

At that moment, Hobe, who was crunching on a two-tone checkered cookie, gave Hayama a thumbs up.

"Hayato, I'll come help you anytime if you can't eat anymore."

"No, no, I didn't prepare any for the senior officials in the Ministry of Revenue."

The Ministry of Revenue's passionate confession was frozen by Yi Se's icy voice. Receiving such treatment, the Ministry of Revenue began to weep and complain to Ye Shan.

"Yoha, that's going too far!? Hayato~"

"I appreciate your kindness, but Minister of Revenue, you'd better just stick to your own affairs."

Ye Shan whispered something to the Ministry of Revenue. The Ministry of Revenue then gave another thumbs-up and laughed heartily.

Oh, I see. So those checkered cookies were made by Ebina. What a surprise... Thinking this, I looked at the person who made the cookies.

"Hmm~ Yedu~ I still don't feel anything~"

Ebina looked disgruntled as he munched on a checkered cookie, deep in thought. It seemed things weren't looking good over there either…

Never mind that for now, I wondered how the others were doing. I looked towards the opposite side of where Miura and her group were—in the direction of the group from Seaside Comprehensive High School. They seemed to have almost reached their destination as well. Xun-senpai and the others were chatting and laughing with the old and new student council members of Seaside Comprehensive High School as they made sweets.

One of them—Orimoto Kaoru—noticed my presence and waved at me. Ah, waving at a time like this, she hasn't changed at all, just like in middle school… But anyway, I won't think much of her actions now, so it doesn't really matter.

I saw Zheben rustling as he prepared something on the cooking counter, then he quickly ran over.

"Hachiman Hachiman, this is for you."

He handed me a chocolate brownie on a paper plate. This seems to be what he said he'd give me. Ah, no packaging or anything… but just being able to eat it is already a treat.

Thanks!

I silently thanked the Lord, then immediately began to taste it, and saw several figures walking towards me from behind.

"Yes, this kind of exchange is very good. Emphasizing seamless connections beyond the boundaries of the school will surely be necessary in the future."

Just by hearing that way of speaking, one could immediately tell who had arrived. The newcomer was none other than President Tamaki, the student council president of Seaside Comprehensive High School.

"Ah, the student council president is here too. Here, president, have one too."

"Thank you, thank you... Consider this a gift from me."

As Yu Sheng thanked them, she quietly took something out. It was a beautifully sliced ​​chiffon cake. It looked like something they had made themselves.

Zheben stared blankly at the chiffon cake.

"Huh? Why?"

When asked this question, Yu Sheng pretended to cough and cough, and began to explain with gestures like a potter.

"Overseas, it's generally men who give gifts on Valentine's Day, and I think we should be aware of this global trend. In Japan, this is probably considered setting a trend."

"Really~"

However, Zheben's reaction was subtle; he didn't say anything like, "That's a good idea!" Perhaps concerned about this lukewarm response, Yusheng added a few more words and quickened his pace in making pottery.

"Perhaps the cultural differences between Japan and other countries stem from different social consciousness. For example, in France, skirts are worn in front of important people; that's just one example."

Oh, so that's why Totsuka wasn't wearing a skirt! We need to work harder! This is a good idea!

Just as I was making this new decision, Oribon suddenly picked up the chiffon cake.

"It's pretty good. Thanks!"

"Oh, um. Well... coffee time is starting over there, shall we head back?"

"Coffee time? What a joke. It's hilarious."

Zheben chuckled and said to me:

"Well then, good luck?"

Then, waving goodbye, he headed back in the direction of the group from the former Seaside Comprehensive High School. Yu Sheng, who remained behind, glared at me with a sharp look.

"Well... next time, let's come openly and honestly."

After uttering those enigmatic lines, Yu Sheng departed with a flourish.

"No, no, I'm not coming..."

Did my mutterings even reach his ears? No, I doubt it. He probably wouldn't have listened unless I used sophisticated vocabulary.

Speaking of Yu Sheng's attitude... Could it be that what he did just now was his effort? It seems he didn't get Zhe Ben to understand at all... Oh well, that's none of my business.

Looking in the direction where the jade rope disappeared, I saw Kawasaki busy tidying up.

"Little Sha..."

"Okay, just a moment—"

Jinghua followed behind, dragging her sister's apron. It was really tough; she had to tidy up and soothe the child... so the cleaning work was always on and off, with little progress.