My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"You...you autistic boy, do you...remember me?"

Yuihama stared at me with wide eyes, her surprise written all over her face.

"No, I don't remember. I heard from Komachi that you came to our house to thank us."

"Oh, I see... So it's Komachi... Hahaha~"

Yuihama let out that polite laugh again, then looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, it seems I've made you worry instead. But you don't need to care about me anymore. The reason I'm acting like this is all my own fault, it has nothing to do with that accident. You don't need to pity me, and you don't need to feel indebted to me... If you're only nice to me because of that, please stop."

I realize my tone was a bit agitated. Oh no, this won't do. What am I so anxious about? This isn't a big deal at all.

To calm my anxiety, I instinctively scratched my head. The silence that had enveloped the scene since the beginning was truly unsettling. This was the first time I'd ever felt that silence was so unpleasant.

"Um... well... how should I put it..."

Anyway, it's more important to say something random now, but I can't really put my finger on it.

For a long time, neither of them could speak, until finally Yui Hama broke into a silly grin.

"Oh, no, how should I put it? It's not what you think... it's really not what you think..."

Her mouth was smiling, but her face lowered as if she didn't know what to do, so I couldn't tell her expression. I only knew that her weak voice was trembling.

"That's not it at all...it's not like that at all..."

She spoke very softly. Yuihama was always so gentle, and remained so until the very end. If the truth is cruel, then the lie must be gentle.

Therefore, gentleness is just a lie.

"Ah... um, right..."

I had barely opened my mouth when Yui glared at me fiercely. Her tear-filled eyes stared straight at me, refusing to look away. It was I who couldn't bear the pressure and looked away first.

"……Fool."

She left those words and ran away, but after only a few meters, her steps became heavy again, and she began to walk forlornly.

After I watched her leave, I turned around myself.

She'll probably go to Saizeriya to meet up with the others, but that's none of my business.

I just hate being with people.

Also, I dislike gentle girls.

They are like the moon in the night sky; wherever you go, they follow, but you can't touch them or control the distance between you and them.

Just saying hello makes me start overthinking; exchanging emails makes me restless; and the whole day I spend looking at my call log and grinning like an idiot when I receive a call from the other person.

But I know very well that it was just a kind of gentleness. People who are gentle to me are also gentle to others; I had almost forgotten this principle.

I'm not insensitive; in fact, I'm quite sensitive, even to the point of being allergic. That's why I experience allergic reactions.

I've already learned my lesson once; a well-trained lone wolf won't be fooled twice. Whether it's someone confessing their feelings to me after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors, or a fake love letter written by a girl and delivered to me by a guy, it's all useless against me! I'm a battle-hardened veteran! If we're talking about who loses, I'm definitely the best!

Time and time again I've had expectations, only to be disappointed time and time again... I don't know when it started, but I've stopped having any hope.

Therefore, no matter how much time has passed, gentle girls are still annoying.

(Finish)

Postscript to Volume 2

Hello everyone, I'm Watari.

Lately, I've been trying to recall my youth, but no matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything, which is giving me a headache. Perhaps it's because they're all unpleasant memories? But another reason might be that the word "recall" is still too early for me. It's been many years since I graduated from high school, so rather than being too early in terms of time, it's more accurate to say that I'm still quite close in spirit.

If I were to compare myself then with myself now, it would probably look something like this:

[High School Years]: I was late two hundred times in three years. Because of the excessive lateness, my parents were even called in by the school. My dream at the time was to marry a rich and beautiful woman and live a decadent, useless life. I was very likely to skip class on rainy days.

[Late Twenties]: Received a meeting with my boss for being excessively late. My dream is to marry a rich and beautiful woman and live a decadent, useless life. I don't feel like writing, not just on rainy days, but even when the sun is shining brightly outside.

...It's truly remarkable that I haven't lost my youthful spirit.

Upon closer reflection, I feel that the word "boy" represents that no matter how much time has passed, we are still in the most youthful stage. That's why we carry over the anxiety, jealousy, and inferiority complex we experienced in high school to this day, occasionally numbing ourselves with a kind of unfounded confidence, harboring the incomprehensible contradiction of "When it comes to inferiority complex, no one can beat me! I feel so superior," and forever holding onto our dreams.

But we have indeed lost something... I really want to have a uniform date with a high school girl.

Next, we will give our thanks.

Ponkan⑧, thank you so much for drawing such beautiful illustrations again after your last book. Yui on the cover is just so cute, it makes me unconsciously think of Yui! I will worship you five times a day.

My editor, Mr. Hoshino, I apologize for causing you so much trouble this time, and I would appreciate it if you could help me clean up the mess. I'm prepared to continue causing you trouble in the future, so please keep up the good work. Thank you.

Dear Mr. Manta Hosora, I am a complete stranger to you, yet I am deeply grateful for your recommendation on the book jacket, and also for the delicious raw chocolates you gifted me. It is thanks to these wonderful chocolates that I had the strength to finish writing this book.

My family, especially my father, have worked so hard all these years. It's because of your tireless efforts that I've been able to become a writer. I hope you live a long and healthy life and enjoy the rest of your days. By the way, the cat at home seems to treat me like a complete stranger. Is that just my imagination?

And to all the readers. Thanks to your tremendous support, the second volume of *My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU* (abbreviated as "Guoqing," commonly known as "I'm Wrong As Expected") is finally here. I'm truly happy and very grateful. I will work hard so that you can continue to enjoy the story in the next volume.

Well then, that's all. Please allow me to stop here. Once "Fast & Furious" and "teen romantic comedy" take the first step, they won't stop. Please look forward to the next installment as well.

On a certain day in June, somewhere in Chiba Prefecture, Watari was eating Italian milk ice cream while smacking his lips.

Illustrations for Volume 2

Preface to Volume Three

The Taiwanese version is from the Kingdom of Light

Scanned image: Ren Leipi

Input by: Ren Leipi

First proofreading: Ren Leipi

Photo editing: Cat

"Two swords clash, the world begins to turn" ← I heard that long titles like this are no longer popular!

(Abbreviated as "interlaced flow") ← Don't start thinking of abbreviations before the book is even published, it'll make you unhappy!

[Main Character] Ashikaga Yoshimitsu ← It's commendable that he didn't use his own name.

The legitimate successor of the Ashikaga Shogunate, the reincarnation of Ashikaga Yoshiteru.

He doesn't usually display his abilities, but when necessary, he won't hesitate to draw his beloved sword, the "Kagetachi," in battle. He learned swordsmanship from his grandfather, who died protecting him from enemies when Yoshimitsu was young. ←Wait a minute! When did he start learning swordsmanship?

After that, in order to prevent those around him from being in danger, he chose to fight alone.

He has a rather aloof personality. Although others don't understand that his solitary nature is to protect those around him, he doesn't care. His swordsmanship is among the best of his time, and it is said that he even surpasses the swordsmen and generals of the past.

The secret katana "Void," which ends wars, can cancel enemy skills, abilities, and spells. ← You chuunibyou guys really love canceling abilities.

So the enemy was wiped out.

[Opponent] Brett Woodstark (Master Swordsman) ← I'm sure you put a lot of effort into designing your name in cool English.

Seventeen years old, the final boss. Leader of the Mirror Realm, the strongest swordsman.

He is the counterpart of Yiguang (←What is a counterpart? Have you done your homework?). Born in a mirror world copied from the real world, he was puzzled by the world full of falsehoods and began to pursue the meaning of his own existence, fighting against the real world alone with a sword.

The secret sword "Thousand Blade of Mirage" can instantly copy all of the opponent's skills, techniques, and abilities, striking back a thousand times at an extremely fast speed. ← You guys are so chuunibyou, you really love copying abilities.

Given equal abilities, the stronger side will inevitably win in battle; hence, it is the strongest secret sword.

So the enemy was wiped out.

[Familiar] Nakhhal

An insignificant nobody, prone to betrayal and extremely weak.

He was somewhat of Bright's subordinate, but that was only because Bright took him in out of pity. He was utterly useless.

She is petite, but likes to dress in a tacky way, and has brown hair.

They like to do group activities, are noisy and boisterous, and always wear headbands.

His catchphrases are "Ugh, I'm so tired!" and "Don't you feel smelly?"

He died very quickly. ← This is incredibly realistic; you must have used someone as a model! Who? Someone from Class C? Your heart seems truly dark.

Volume 3, Part 1: Thus, Hiratsuka Shizuka ignited a new war.

I placed a stack of papers, their contents a jumbled mess, resembling the Dead Sea Scrolls, on the table.

"...What is this thing?"

Early in the morning, I read a bunch of texts that were completely incomprehensible and made me want to stay away.

Needless to say, this pile of content, seemingly familiar yet riddled with problems, is undoubtedly the setting material that Yoshiteru Zaimokuza has painstakingly crafted for his next work. However, before releasing the next project, I hope his original work can begin.

These settings seem fragmented and inconsistent, and even at this stage, contradictions and flaws have already emerged.

The only commendable aspect is that the protagonist is a lone swordsman.

Loneliness is the most wonderful thing; true heroes always go it alone.

This is a powerful symbol. Because not forming relationships with others means there's nothing to protect. Conversely, what must be protected is precisely the weakness. Historical figures like the Greek hero Achilles, or the strongest warrior monk Musashibo Benkei, all suffered defeat because of their weaknesses. If they hadn't had weaknesses, their place in history would likely have been rewritten as victors.

Therefore, the strongest person is one who has no weaknesses, nothing to protect, and no need to build relationships.

In other words, I am the strongest.

Of all the terrible settings written by Zaimokuza, only the arrogant swordsman who's practically overpowered is somewhat realistic; the rest are garbage. Let's just write this as my review: "Garbage"... Okay, done.

I finished a task and immediately felt refreshed. At the same time, my younger sister, Komachi, had just prepared breakfast.

My parents went out to work early, so it was just my sister and me in the living room.

She put on an apron and deftly set out our breakfast. But I said, Komachi, since you're wearing a sleeveless top and a short skirt, don't wear an apron. It looks like you're not wearing anything underneath.

On the table were golden-brown English scones, coffee, and a jar of jam.

The English muffins were baked to perfection, exuding an irresistible aroma, which, combined with the pure fragrance of coffee, created a harmonious medley; the brightly colored jams shone brilliantly, and the whole breakfast was filled with the charm of a young girl.

"I'm starting."

"Come on, come on, please have some! Komachi's starting to eat too!"

After we put our hands together and said "Let's eat!", we began to eat the English muffins.

"Isn't today's breakfast beautiful? With English muffins, it feels so English!"

"...What, Ingrid? A new finishing move?"

"No, it means it has a very British style."

"Huh? I always thought it was called British."

"Ugh, what country in the world is called British?"

"...The official international name for Britain is Great Britain or the United Kingdom, while the more common term is British. Here's a little bit of background information for you."

"Whatever! That's Japanese-style English (Note 1: a phenomenon in Japanese where existing words are combined to create English words that didn't originally exist.)! Just like Great Gidayu (Note 2: a Japanese comedian.)!"

...No, GREAT is not a Japanese word.

Ignoring Komachi's flimsy excuses, I reached for the condensed milk.

Adding condensed milk to coffee to create a MAX coffee flavor is called Chiba Kaze. Incidentally, near-future basketball anime is called BASUASH.

"By the way, shouldn't the British drink black tea?"

"Komachi knows. But her brother prefers coffee, so Komachi thinks choosing coffee will give her an edge~"

"Hmm, it might add a few points. It would be great to have this scoring method; everything would be very clear."

If it were clear whether the other person wanted it or not, whether their feelings for you were high or low, things would be much easier. If you could clearly know that the other person didn't have those feelings for you and had very low feelings for you, you wouldn't misunderstand and could simply give up on the idea. This alone could be a salvation for countless unfortunate men.

I answered while sipping my fake MAX coffee. Upon hearing this, Komachi suddenly let go of her hand, causing the pancake to fall onto the table, her shoulders trembling and her face pale.

"Brother... he's acting so strange..."

"what?"

"There must be something wrong! Usually when Komachi says something like this, her brother would impatiently and ruthlessly refute her, but his cold tone was filled with love for his sister."

"I think you're the strange one."

This guy is far too sentimental.

"Okay, okay, let's stop joking around."