My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Do you know who created this website?

I pressed on, and this time I got a normal answer.

"A middle schooler. There are also two first-year boys playing games! They seem really good with computers! Everyone's wearing glasses!"

Then came a string of glasses emojis. Ugh, I can't understand a thing. This isn't a normal sentence at all.

However, the senior's social circle is extremely small. Just the fact that he wears glasses is enough to significantly narrow down the possibilities.

Professor Hiratsuka will probably interrogate the main suspect, while I'll find the accomplices and gather information.

I spun my chair and called to the vice president, who was sobbing in the corner as he worked on the remaining tasks.

"Vice President, do you know who 'chuunibyou' refers to? The one with glasses. He seems to hang out with two first-year high school boys who are good at video games and computers."

The vice president stopped what he was doing and started thinking. Hey student, could you please keep your hands busy?

"Chuunibyou... Ah, it's that person, isn't it? The one who seems a bit strange..."

The vice president seemed to have a clue and chose a very nice word to describe it tactfully.

"Could you bring him along? And those two first-years too?"

"Huh? But I really don't know the other two..."

"Huh? Finding the person is also your job?"—I really couldn't say that, so I just smiled wryly and replied, "Yeah, I guess so." At that moment, the secretary next to me nervously raised her hand.

"that……"

"Secretary, please speak."

I pointed at her forcefully, and the secretary's sister spoke in a tiny voice, barely audible.

"Those two first-year students are probably Qin Ye and Sagami from the game club."

"Game Club? Qin Ye? Sagami?"

The unfamiliar name left me completely baffled, while the secretary's sister gave a wry smile.

"They're in your class..."

"what……"

Oh no—the secretary's sister's gaze towards me has become terrifying. I'd only recently started to feel our relationship was improving! I have very few female friends, and she's incredibly precious to me! I quickly cleared my throat and clapped my hands.

"Ah, right, right. Then, Vice President, could you please bring Kaneya and Aizawa along as well?"

I stuck out my tongue, made a V-sign, and winked, giving the order to the vice president. The vice president, probably excited to be free from his current job, stood up with great enthusiasm.

"Okay. I'll go find someone."

"I'll go too. Shepherd, you don't know them, do you?"

"That's great, thank you."

The two walked out of the office together. I said, "Secretary, did you just call the vice president by his first name? Are you two dating? Are you looking down on me? Work, please?"

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Not long after, the vice president and the secretary's sister successfully brought in the senior's accomplice.

As the intelligence indicates, it is a trio of men wearing glasses.

I had them sit at a long table, with the vice president and the secretary's sister on either side to prevent them from escaping. The special courtroom in the student council office (judge: me, prosecutor: me, lawyer: me, verdict: death penalty) was opened.

"Could you please explain what happened?"

I pointed to the phone screen, which I presented as evidence, and asked gently.

For some reason, the three of them shrank back in fear and just looked at each other in bewilderment.

I really don't think I can communicate with them normally...

Iroha, don't be nervous. You usually deal with such a difficult upperclassman, so you should be able to handle others. Good luck, you can do it!

I first exhaled deeply, revealing an Iroha smile, to indicate, "I'm not angry, okay?" and asked gently:

"Why is there a joint dance that even the student council doesn't know about? Can you tell me?"

Just to be on the safe side, I gave a playful smile. This time it seemed to work; all three of them flinched. For some reason, even the vice president trembled, and the secretary's sister whispered, "How scary..." Very good, very good, I'll use this method to ask the question. Huh? Scary? Or is it cute?

Just as he was thinking this, the bespectacled man on the right, panting, muttered something to himself:

"I... I want to exercise my right to remain silent..."

"Rejected♪"

This is the student council office, and I am the student council president. Therefore, I am the sole law. I do not endorse the right to remain silent.

Next, the man with glasses on the left raised his hand slightly.

"I need to find a lawyer..."

"Rejected♪"

I am a lawyer. I'm willing to listen to any opinions you may have. But that's all I'll do.

Perhaps it was because of the aura I exuded that the particularly burly man in the middle, wearing a trench coat and glasses, inexplicably raised his hands. I recognized him; he was probably the chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) senior.

My deadline is fast approaching...

The second-year middle school student stood up and tried to run away, but the vice president grabbed him firmly, patted him on the shoulder, and made him sit back down in his chair.

You'd better tell me the truth while I can still laugh... I couldn't help but slam my hand on the table.

"Please explain clearly!"

"……yes."

The second-year middle school student looked dejected and reluctantly nodded.

"So what is it?" I asked with a sharp gaze. The bespectacled men on either side exchanged a glance and mumbled:

"This, this is... something we were suddenly forced to do yesterday..."

"No, that's right! He asked us to, we had no choice!"

"Ask Hachiman himself for details! We were just well-intentioned third parties!"

The second-year middle school student spoke in a loud, beautiful voice, and the two people next to him nodded in agreement.

"I really wanted to ask him directly... but he was called away for questioning by other people..."

I pressed my temples, which were starting to throb, and looked out the window.

"Why would my senior go to all this trouble... I don't understand."

I sighed and muttered to myself, staring at the phone on the table.

The three people reacted to my muttering and started whispering to each other in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I really don't understand that person. It was clearly impossible for them to succeed."

"Saying that we've won once the intelligence is released... is that really insane..."

"And they even said, 'It doesn't matter if we fail.' I don't understand."

The older student, probably thinking I couldn't hear him, deliberately mimicked my tone. The other two chuckled softly.

"They can hear everything perfectly well here, you know?" I clicked my tongue and glared at them, and they both fell silent. Only the chuunibyou senior in the middle, oblivious to the atmosphere, murmured in an unusually beautiful voice with a sigh:

"...However, it's only natural to want to help him out after he pleaded so desperately."

This statement made me feel uneasy.

...In order to hold a joint dance, he desperately begged people for help, but then said, "It doesn't matter if it fails?"

In other words, the senior's goal was not to make the joint dance a success.

But he needed the process of "hosting a joint ball"... so as long as the information was made public, it would be a success.

Hmm... wait, wait. I think I'm almost figured it out.

While I was deep in thought, the three idiots continued to whisper happily.

"Indeed... he really went all out, he even knelt down before us. It's the first time I've ever seen anyone kneel down."

"We felt the same way. They'd gone to such lengths, we couldn't bear to refuse. Shouldn't a promise between men be made without many words?"

"Hmm. But Hachiman's kneeling is just a pose. He just thinks it's a kind of yoga."

"What the hell?"

"His ethical values ​​are truly beyond saving..."

Ah—I understand…that person will indeed stop at nothing to achieve their goals…

The older student's words made me laugh out loud. Then, a sudden idea popped into my head.

"Sigh, then he acted like nothing happened and kept reverting to our designs. That guy is really crazy."

"When he asked me to come up with three more design drafts, I really wanted to kill him."

"Ugh—that was so absurd. Is he inhuman? He's a devil, a demon, an editor!"

A thought suddenly struck me, and I looked up instantly. Three bespectacled men were pushing up their glasses, vying to speak ill of the senior.

"You guys are so noisy. I'm trying to think, please be quiet."

I yelled at him, and the three-eyed man finally shut up. Seriously, please hold the contest to talk bad about upperclassmen at a different time. I would definitely win.

Yes, my senior is a complete scumbag, an irredeemable piece of trash. His eyes are rotten, but his personality is even more thoroughly rotten.

Therefore, the senior will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

The ball is an important event that involves a lot of people, but he only uses it as a means to an end.

So, his purpose is—

I came to my answer and murmured with a smile.

"...I really don't understand him."

Volume 14, Chapter 7: The heart's intentions are indeed conveyed through the temperature of the skin.

From this day forward, I will never be able to resolve problems satisfactorily; I will always impose my unpleasant feelings on others.

To be honest, I had a vague feeling that there might be other ways to do things. It's not that I didn't know about simpler, more straightforward solutions that would have no negative consequences and would be unpleasant for everyone.

However, I cannot see value in things that can be changed with a single word or action.

If it could be easily resolved with a trivial little action, wouldn't that negate all the pain, distress, and regret, proving that they only exist to that extent?

For the person involved, the pain and distress are far more complex than others describe; it's a choice between life and death. To gloss over it with just a sentence would be dishonest.

If a single sentence could change things—

Naturally, it can be overturned by a single sentence, and then it can never be undone.

That's why I always resort to this method. Always acting rashly and ending up battered and bruised, I pray that's the only way.

There's only so much I can do. Even with my best efforts, there are still a lot of things I simply can't reach.

Therefore, I decided to give it my all.

Call it arrogance if you will. If I were to seek something truly indestructible, without going to great lengths to twist, crush, and damage it to confirm its existence, I probably wouldn't believe it existed.

Besides, there aren't many things I can do. Even if I played all my cards, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

With few options, pieces, or cards available, one is often at a loss.

At this point, all I can do is send a short message, kneel down, or make a phone call.

In this way, they finally obtained a clue.

Although it's not the only way, nor is it a smart one, it's better than sitting and waiting to die.

On Monday, the first day after school when the exam papers were returned, I stared at my phone in the classroom. The screen displayed an event website with the headline "Sobu High School, Seaside Comprehensive High School District Joint Dance Party, to be held this spring!"

The fake ball scheme, which should have been eradicated, is still alive in some unknown place.

No. I forced it back to life.

Yesterday, I texted Seaside High School, telling them a big lie that the prom case had been approved. Then I went to the gaming club and begged them to update the fake prom website that hadn't been deleted yet.

Such a plan simply doesn't exist. It's nothing but nonsense, empty boasting, and a facade.

The current situation is no different from the abandoned phase of the Soubu High School dance.