My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Is that why we were divided into groups?"

"That's right. And then, I'll be going to inspect each group and do something. What time will everyone be reading today?"

"Komachi told them it was six o'clock, so there were still about four hours left."

"Four hours, huh? OK. Let's see if my plan works. If all goes well, it might even come in handy at school."

"Hmm, hmm. So, to avoid scaring everyone, should Komachi go and tell everyone that her brother is going to wander around the rooms?"

"No need. It's better to scare them. There's no need to tell them."

"...Huh? What's your brother going to do?"

So, will this experiment go smoothly?

Each group consists of two men and two women.

First, come to my room. Group A studies here... no.

"Fu! Fu! Fu!"

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!"

Comics and light novels, snacks and a cell phone. And no need to worry about parents watching your room.

This is the kind of decadent environment that junior high school students would yearn for.

So even this blissful world of singing and dancing is helpless... How could that be!

"Hello everyone—the great lecturer has arrived—"

Without knocking, I barged into the room, and the four of them immediately hid their phones and sat down.

However, they didn't have time to hide their comics and light novels, and couldn't conceal the signs of their laziness.

"Ah—it's okay, it's okay. Don't mind me. I have homework to do too, everyone please leave me alone."

"Um...aren't you angry?"

One of the boys asked nervously.

"You're learning on your own, so I have no reason to be angry. Besides, rest is also important for test takers. Just read at your own pace."

I sat down at my desk and started doing my homework.

The students, who were like ants, looked relieved, but since I was diligently doing my homework, they didn't dare to continue playing around. Someone suggested, "Well, it's about time to get back to studying," and the guys slowly opened their textbooks and notes.

It's not about continuing to study, it's about starting to study. I kept my complaints to myself. Then I told them in my mind.

From this moment forward, you will be prisoners, not examinees. You will be forced to study according to the rules in three prisons, regardless of your own will.

About ten minutes later.

The five of us, including myself, are still focused on writing.

However, my squinting radar detected a girl starting to fidget. My attention was wandering. It was time. Okay, let's do it.

"...Whew!"

I deliberately yawned.

It was quite amusing that all four of them were startled at the same time.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted! I can't write anymore! I need a break!"

I lay down on the bed with force.

The four of them stared wide-eyed at me, who was behaving suspiciously.

"Ah—excuse me, could you please bring me that comic book?"

I randomly pointed to a comic book.

"Here, take it..."

The girl handed me the comic book.

"That snack looks delicious! Can I have some?"

I put other people's snacks into my mouth without permission.

Seeing that I was completely unfamiliar with them, yet dared to commit various acts of violence, the four junior high school students didn't even blink and just stood there, stunned.

"Ugh—I'm so tired! Really so tired. Who wants to study? Right?"

I asked the girl whose eyes I happened to meet for permission.

"No, no, no... I still need to study..."

She kept shaking her head.

I grinned wickedly, trying to make my eyes look dejected.

The girl looked at me with a "What kind of useless person is this...?" look. That's how it should be, dumbfounded, right? Let her imprint my image as a useless person, a level above hers, in her eyes. That way, the lazy ant throne of this room will be mine.

Those four people probably didn't want to talk to me; they looked at each other blankly and then went off to concentrate on their books. Is this what you call escaping reality?

Both ants and humans are divided into elites, ordinary people, and useless people in a 2:6:2 ratio. So if we divide them into four people per room, and I deliberately act useless, I will take the place of the useless person.

The problem is solved, and you can even slack off. It's a brilliant strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

I indulged in my foolishness for a while, enduring enough contempt.

Next, we'll switch to Group B in Komachi's room.

"Sorry, Komachi, for interrupting. I need to do my homework here."

Both Komachi and the girl with glasses were assigned to this room.

"Hmm, hmm. Of course, brother. It's perfectly natural for you to suddenly run into your sister's room to do your homework. Use Komachi's desk."

We had discussed it beforehand, but we hadn't prepared a script, which made Komachi's tone incredibly stiff. Something was clearly fishy, ​​but I decided to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Um, can I borrow this for a moment? Sorry everyone. Don't mind me, just focus on yourselves."

The three people besides Komachi stared wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events.

I started doing my homework, just like before. Ten minutes passed. Even though Group B showed no signs of letting up, I went back to my lazy mode.

"Ugh—I'm so tired—I'm so tired—I have no motivation anymore—"

I pounced on Komachi's bed.

"Sigh—my brother is really useless."

"Komachi, show me the best manga in your room."

Stop reading comics and go do your homework.

"It's okay, I can just do my homework however I want. I want to read comics!"

I randomly picked a book from the bookshelf.

That wasn't a comic book, but an introductory book.

"Everyone can learn how to make mushroom eyes with just five minutes of practice a day!"

You...you're reading this kind of book? So it's artificial light. If something like this exists, I won't believe a single one of the cute signs of a girl anymore... I felt a sense of dread, but putting it back felt a bit awkward, so I leisurely started reading.

...That's quite interesting. I feel like I could do that too. Really? The key is in how you use your tear ducts... Oh, I see. Oh no, no, I need to remember to project a relaxed aura.

As I watched, I exuded lazy energy from head to toe. At my level, I can effortlessly control laziness. The word "laziness" sounds cute, but its meaning is anything but. In onomatopoeia, it's greasy, sticky, and messy.

"Hmm...?" "This, this is...?" "What is this energy...?"

No wonder they're so easily influenced. They're pretty good at reading the room. They should know I'm the most useless man in this room.

Wow, this plan really works. It's so effective, I can't stop laughing. This attitude made me seem even more sinister, and the two boys in Group B turned pale with fright.

I said to both of them:

"It would be even worse if you didn't get into high school. After all, you'd end up even worse off than me."

"Aww!"

They were trembling with fear, using me as a negative example, and started studying seriously again.

Finally, it's Group C. This is the third time already, I'm used to it.

I also perfectly executed my "clumsy" act here. My clumsy acting skills have improved; from entering the room to performing the act, it only takes a mere five minutes. And it doesn't feel awkward at all; I definitely have the talent for clumsiness.

Group C kept an eye on me, the one who had left the group, while desperately trying to ignite their motivation to study, so as not to become like me.

Congratulations, congratulations.

But these guys' patience doesn't last long. A single sweep of the light can't solve them all.

"Hi, fellow test takers, thank you for your help again."

"Not again, is it?!"

Raid Team A! Your enemy isn't on your phone, it's here. I am the king you're meant to fight!

Then the process is repeated until six o'clock.

"Komachi-san, thank you for today. I felt like I was able to concentrate better than usual."

"...No, no. There's nothing to thank me for. It's good that it improved everyone's reading efficiency."

"Super efficient. This should get me into my first-choice university."

The girl with glasses bowed, and the others, a beat slower, stiffly followed suit and lowered their heads.

"Thank you, Hikigaya-senpai! I feel like I'll get into Tokyo University thanks to you!" "Hikigaya-senpai, thank you so much!" "...Thank you too, big brother." "...Um, thanks."

Hey, hey, hey, there's a clear difference in the warmth of the thank-you messages from the Biqi siblings. Let's try to hide our true feelings a little longer.

Well, they should treat me as a non-expert lecturer rather than a temporary lecturer (Note 30), so this reaction is normal.

"You guys, from now on, the number of people in the book club should be kept to four or less."

"Huh? Why are there four people?" "...Does anyone know?"

The group of middle school students embarked on their journey home, filled with doubt.

"That completes the commission."

"Hmm—that's true, but is it okay? Everyone treats my brother like a weirdo."

"It doesn't matter, we probably won't see each other again anyway. Besides, I think this is the only way to keep them focused."

"Yes, that's right. My brother helped Komachi solve the problem, and Komachi is very grateful. But it's a bit of a shame that she was misunderstood by her classmates—"

"Things are never perfect. Besides, you're a wonderful little sister, aren't you? In times like these, you should just thank your brother. That alone makes a big difference."

"Very different...what is very different?"

I didn't answer. Because it would be tactless to say it.

But there really is a difference. It's completely different from what I did in the service club. I don't feel like I made any sacrifices for it at all. My impression of those junior high students wasn't bad either. On the contrary, I felt sorry for them. Because they definitely wouldn't get into their first-choice university…

Why is there a difference?

Definitely, probably because Komachi is a true family member to me.

I really can't say those words. It concerns my brother's reputation.

However, Komachi seemed to have noticed.

"Thank you, brother."

"……Um."

See, indeed, just this sentence is enough.

"Thank you as much as I am... but it doesn't add any points for Komachi."

"...Don't make jokes at the end."

Komachi smiled innocently.

Finish

Note 24 refers to the manga "The Nightmare" by Kouta Hirano.

Note 25 refers to "Chibi Maruko-chan".

Note 26 refers to the manga "To Love-Ru".