My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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However, perhaps I can immerse myself in this for a little longer.

Immersed in that warm, dazzling sunlight.

"Alright! Cheer up! Let's go!"

I put my arms around their shoulders, and just like they had pushed me from behind earlier, I pushed their backs hard and took a step forward.

I'm heading towards the place I want to be.

Volume 14, Chapter 9: Time may pass, but that shade of blue has not faded.

After a proper farewell ceremony, our own farewell party was finally ready.

There were no speeches, no flowers, and no tearful farewells; the main purpose was for the guests to have a great time. As for those of us behind the scenes, we were probably too tired to even think about the sadness of parting.

Despite numerous hardships and setbacks, the day of the joint ball finally arrived.

Thanks to the help of many people, the venue was successfully set up, with each area decorated with balloons and flowers, and soft music began to play. Perhaps due to the excitement of dressing up for the occasion, those who arrived before the other guests were chatting happily.

I felt myself growing increasingly excited to have my final meeting with the snow in a corner of the rest area.

"Then, I'd like to ask you to coordinate the Zongwu High School area and the management and service personnel."

"it is good."

"The guidance and security work, which is the responsibility of the tennis club and the soccer club, also needs to be checked with Totsuka and Hayama at any time."

"learn."

"Also, there's a catering service. The rest area is open for everyone to relax, so please cooperate with the staff... staff... staff."

"You've given up..."

"By the way, the Seaside Comprehensive High School will stamp the belongings of guests who are temporarily leaving. However, since some people will go to the beach, you will need to change the carpet as needed to prevent sand from getting into the venue."

"Yes, ma'am... Am I doing too much work? It's less about management and coordination, more like doing odd jobs!"

Yukinoshita paused for a moment.

"What can we do? Only you and I are in control of the overall situation. I also have to manage the event, so I can't get away... Or is it that my partner can't even handle this simple task?"

She brushed her hair aside with the back of her hand, revealing a defiant smile. Faced with such a competitive gaze, my response was, of course, only one.

"It can be done..."

Although I was unwilling and spoke hesitantly and unclearly, since I was called a partner, this was the only answer I could give.

Although she didn't know if Yukinoshita heard her, she smiled gently.

When the meeting was temporarily interrupted, the room fell silent instantly. The guests' chatter, which sounded like the chirping of insects, came to an abrupt halt.

I turned to check the situation and saw that Yukinoshita's mother and Haruno had arrived. One was a beautiful young woman in an elegant kimono, and the other wore a fishtail gown that exposed her shoulders, back, and chest, with a beautiful curve outlined below her waist. Even if the two didn't have any romantic intentions, they still exuded a powerful aura. Moreover, behind them was Hiratsuka-sensei, who was wearing suit pants, tall and charismatic, and could easily be mistaken for a handsome man. How could they not attract attention?

The three of them parted the crowd and walked up to us. Yukinoshita glanced at them and smiled defiantly.

"Oh, you're here."

Despite her daughter's rude attitude, Yukinoshita's mother still wore a cheerful smile.

"Hmm. I'll see what you're capable of."

However, the end of her sentence revealed an almost hostile force. "Ugh, this person is still as terrifying as ever..." I trembled secretly behind the snow, but Haruno, oblivious to my tension, joked.

"Ah, I just came here for a drink."

Alcoholic beverages are not served here.

Yukinoshita spoke with a hint of helplessness, and Haruno tugged at Hiratsuka-sensei's hand, hooking her arm around hers.

"Don't worry, don't worry. If I want to drink, I'll go to the restaurant across the street with Xiaojing."

"I drove here..."

Ms. Hiratsuka said awkwardly, but did not shake off Haruno's hand. She maintained that adult-like dating posture, looked at me and Yukino in turn, and smiled.

"I'll enjoy today to the fullest."

"Yukino, do your best! Hachiman, do your best too..."

Yang leaned close to my ear and whispered the second half of the sentence.

"...Be prepared, okay?"

“Eh…”

Her words and voice sent chills down my spine, and I involuntarily let out a timid sound. I don't know how Yang Nai interpreted my reaction, but she smiled with satisfaction, leaned closer, and whispered in my ear:

"Okay, if you have any questions, just tell your older sister. I'll help."

"To be honest, dealing with you is the biggest problem..."

Since she was being so kind, I took the opportunity to be sarcastic. Yang Nai was taken aback for a moment, then her wide eyes narrowed into slits, like a wild beast eyeing its prey.

"Hachiman, you're so cute... I'll treat you the same way I treat Yukino from now on."

She makes it sound like she's been holding back all this time. No way, there's more...

But upon closer reflection, she is Yukino Yukinoshita. She wouldn't just give up so easily. She will definitely continue to test me in the future; that won't change.

Yang let out a seductive laugh in my ear, as if to prove it. I reflexively shifted my body, accidentally touching her exposed skin. Her sweet breath tickled my earlobe, and the scent of floral perfume filled my nostrils, making my back tremble. Good heavens, this person is truly terrifying…

I was trembling with fear when Yukino stepped in between us, slapped Haruno's hand away, and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Sister, the restaurant is over there."

"Oh dear, I'm angry. Goodbye."

With a playful wave, Hino used Hiratsuka-sensei as her protector and strolled away leisurely. Yukino sighed as she watched her go, then turned her gaze to her mother.

The mother-daughter confrontation was completely different from the sisters' confrontation earlier, exuding a chilling atmosphere. The mother, Yukinoshita, rested her fan on her chin and spoke in a voice as cold as ice:

"...Yukino, when you challenge yourself with something new, you're bound to encounter resistance. No matter the reason, it's impossible to convince everyone, let alone this event without reliable backing... After it's over, there's a good chance someone will complain to the school—or even to us."

"I think so."

"I have already given you my advice, so I am not going to take your side... no matter what kind of trickery you use."

Her cold eyes were fixed on me. She was probably trying to restrain me from hinting at past events.

However, her gaze was blocked by a suddenly outstretched hand. Yukinoshita took half a step forward, revealing a cold smile similar to that of the woman.

"Don't worry. Taking responsibility is the job of a responsible person. I considered this from the beginning."

"Is that so? Then let me see what you're capable of."

The mother under the snow laughed out loud, revealing a competitive and joyful smile.

From the sidelines, their heated verbal sparring seemed almost like playful banter, like wild animals disciplining their young. The attack would likely intensify as the young prepare to leave the nest.

I remembered what Haruno had said before.

The existence of enemies is what makes people grow the most.

Although I had vaguely noticed it before, I am now finally certain.

For this mother and daughter, or these sisters, conflict is a channel of communication, and hostility is a means of education. Is this family a Rakshasa clan? Your clan is always difficult to deal with, isn't it?

It's best not to get involved with them! I quietly took a half step back. However, Yukinoshita's mother seemed to notice my movement and smiled at me.

"Hachiman, I'm sorry to trouble you. Please take good care of me."

"Oh, uh, okay. It's my duty..."

She flashed a happy smile that even affected me, and I couldn't answer "I can't," so I could only respond with a wry smile that didn't make sense.

Nevertheless, she seemed satisfied with my answer, raising the corners of her mouth behind her fan as she walked away with elegant and light steps.

Yukino watched her retreating figure and sighed deeply.

"They're finally gone... Let's continue the discussion."

"Is it not over yet...?"

I was quite exhausted, and Yukinoshita pressed her temples as if she had a headache.

"Yes. Although I hate to admit it, they pointed out areas where I overlooked things."

"what?"

Who, when, where, why, and how did they point out what? Before I could even ask all 5W1H questions, Yukinoshita spoke first.

"I didn't consider the issue of alcohol. The venue itself doesn't provide any, but that doesn't mean no one will bring alcohol in. Keep an eye out for it when you're making your rounds."

"The workload has increased again... Sigh, I get it. What else?"

Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.

"Let me think..."

She pondered for a moment, her gaze shifting left and right, as if trying to think of something to say, and then murmured:

"I think this will do for now."

"Understood. It's about time to begin."

"Um."

Yukinoshita looked up. We nodded slightly to each other and walked backstage together.

The final party has begun.

× × ×

After the dance started, I don't remember ever getting a proper rest.

There was so much work to do that time flew by.

Every corner was vibrant with color, the colorful gowns swaying about like petals dancing in the spring breeze. There was no better place for a farewell.

Dance music played throughout the venue, and many familiar faces bustled about. As soon as they saw me, they started complaining and cursing.

All of this is thanks to that lousy title of "venue coordinator." Despite sounding impressive, it's really just about handling complaints. I'm responsible for resolving any issues that arise when different areas are communicating.

At this very moment, I'm also running around dealing with a problem that isn't exactly serious. Suddenly, someone calls out to me from behind.

"Autistic man".

There is only one person who calls me that.

I stopped and turned around; Yuihama was standing there.

"Oh, that must be tough. How are things going?"

"I'm fine on my end, things are mostly stable. But Iroha's collapsed in the lounge. What about you?"

"I'm exhausted. I'll check on Isshiki later. By the way, we're running low on food. Are there any snacks or other food in the break room?"

"We have some light snacks. Would you like us to bring them out?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you. The timber crew rushed off to buy supplies, and we need to do everything we can to gather the required quantity before they return."

Upon hearing this, Yui Hama suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh, I see. Hehe."

"What's so funny?"

She suppressed her smile for a moment.

"Hmm...it feels a lot like our style."

However, she couldn't help herself and smiled warmly again. This made me feel a little guilty, so I tossed my hair back and gave a smile that was definitely not pretty.

"Sorry, I'm asking for your help again."

No, it won't happen.

She gently shook her head, telling me not to take it to heart. Then, she looked around with warm eyes. Before me were guests dancing and chatting happily in formal attire, Yukina running around busily, and exhausted staff lying dead in disarray.

She smiled slightly as she looked at the scene.

"Because this is the view I want to see."

"……Yeah?"

I couldn't help but laugh along.

Indeed, this is very much like the scene we often see. We can never finish things properly, we always keep arguing, making things more complicated, and after all that trouble, nothing works. In the end, we force things into a corner no matter what.