My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"I was actually told I was joking by the biggest joke ever..."

This really surprised me.

"Hmph, now's the time!"

Timber saw the opening and slid into the office with a "whoosh." His sliding motion was quite impressive, but his coat got covered in dust as a result.

"Good, no enemies...it seems the infiltration was successful."

He feigned heightened vigilance, surveying his surroundings, then immediately abandoned his spy persona, casually pulling out a chair and sitting down. If you're going to act, at least act to the end...

"Well then, gentlemen, I have something to discuss with you today."

"Although I don't really want to hear it..."

We all wore complicated expressions. Yukino even opened her book, showing no intention of listening to Zaimokuza. You've changed your mind far too quickly.

But the woodworker just smiled and raised a hand, signaling me to shut up. His behavior was infuriating.

"Let me finish. Didn't I say a few days ago that I wanted to become a game scriptwriter?"

Yes, he seems to have said something similar.

"Isn't it the one that's light... or something?"

Yuihama was somewhat puzzled.

"Well... it's a long story. Because the income of light novel authors is unstable, I gave up on that and decided it was better to work for a company."

"It's a long story, only three sentences. Also, although it's not very important, please don't keep staring at me while you're talking."

Timber is still not good at talking to girls. From the beginning, he kept looking at me when he spoke.

The atmosphere in the office eased considerably. Or rather, it was more accurate to say they'd been doused with a bucket of cold water. The three who had been exhausted were now completely drained, except for Zai Muzu, who remained full of energy.

"Hmm, about the game scriptwriter I mentioned..."

"We do not accept applications with only a framework and outline."

"Ahem! Not at all. It's just that someone has appeared to hinder my ambitions. Could it be that they're jealous of my talent—"

"What did you say……"

I started to feel angry. No, I was really angry.

This guy actually has the nerve to spout such nonsense about "talent"; I feel like punching him a few times.

"Hachiman, do you know about the game club?"

"Huh? What game? Yu-Gi-Oh!"

I hadn't heard of what he was talking about, so I blurted out a question. Yukinoshita, who was reading a book, turned a page and answered me, "That's a new club that was just established this year. Its main activity is researching various kinds of entertainment games."

"Huh? Isn't that a gaming enthusiast club?"

"Indeed. However, this school only has clubs, not hobby groups. Although, in terms of actual activities and scale, it would be easier to understand to call them hobby groups."

I never imagined our school had such a group...

What happened to that amusement park club?

Therefore, Bin pronounced the word "game" very strangely. Zaimokuza, upon hearing her question, thought for a moment.

"Hmm... Oh, okay. I went to the amusement park yesterday because I have more to talk about there, unlike at school. Anyway, I chatted with some fellow fighting game enthusiasts about our dreams of writing game scripts."

...It sounds so nice, but it's just wishful thinking. It must be really hard for the other person to listen to him talk about those things.

"Everyone present was impressed by my burning ambition, and I received a standing ovation: 'Go for it! We support you!' 'As expected of the swordsman, you can easily do what we can't' 'So touching! I admire you so much'."

Don't you understand? Nobody takes you seriously. They've already made it into a casual conversation—I can't bring myself to say that. Seeing the timber stand and recalling the scene immediately made him beam with excitement; I simply couldn't bring myself to shatter his dream.

"But! There was actually someone there who told me no, no, no, impossible, that I was just daydreaming! I'm an adult, so I immediately answered him, 'Yes, yes~'"

A wooden base would look too ugly.

He recalled that scene and immediately felt a surge of anger, panting heavily. He took out a two-liter plastic bottle of water from his bag and gulped it down to quench his thirst before continuing his story.

"I'm not the kind of adult who backs down just because someone says that to me!"

"So, are you even an adult...?"

Yukinoshita murmured impatiently, startling the wooden pedestal, which showed a slight look of fear.

"So after he got back, I left a bunch of comments on the Chiba discussion board of the Holy Spirit Clan. Hmph, that guy will definitely be furious."

"You're really terrible... I thought you were going to do something really cool..."

"Hmm, then I found out he seems to be a student at this school too... This morning when I checked the message board, things had escalated into a game duel. People on the message board are stirring things up again... Hachiman, am I being disliked?"

"How would I know... But playing a game against him is a good idea, why don't you just give him a good beating?"

"Hahaha! Impossible... He's way better than me at fighting games."

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to be very capable?"

"It's true that you wouldn't lose to an average person, but Hachiman, there's always someone better. You know, top-tier fighting game players even sign professional contracts, right?"

"Professions... there are such things?"

"That's right. Fighting games are profound and complex, and there are many controversies surrounding them. Although that guy wasn't at the level of a professional player, his skill level was still far above mine."

He said regretfully. After listening, Yukinoshita slammed the book shut.

"I think I understand. So your request is to beat your opponent in a fighting game, right?"

"No way! Ugh! Hachiman, you idiot! You look down on fighting games, huh? That's not something you can master overnight! Do you even know what fighting games are all about?"

Zaimokuza's words were a jumble of strange words; I couldn't understand a word he was trying to say, only that he was extremely angry. But I really wished he could feel my even stronger anger. Don't talk to me like that, go talk to Yukinoshita, you hear me!

Yukino looked at the wood-blocked table with the same disdainful gaze reserved for trash, and Yuihama groaned, "Oh my god..." making no attempt to hide her disgust.

"So, Hachiman A-Meng! I want to make this happen as if it never happened, or at least guarantee a win! Quickly, get out your gadgets~"

"I often think that you're far more rubbish than I am..."

I don't really care when I say rubbish myself, but when I hear others say the same thing, I can't help but take a few steps back.

Hehehe~

The wood-carrying figure smiled coquettishly, and I desperately suppressed the urge to hit him with a chair. I glanced at Yukino, who was shaking her head as if it were perfectly natural.

"Sorry, we refuse. This is clearly your problem; don't start a fight if you're not prepared to be stabbed."

The Service Society doesn't accept everyone. We're neither omnipotent wish-granting machines that can grant any wish, nor are we helpful robots; we simply assist those who request our services to work harder. Therefore, we don't intend to help those who bring trouble upon themselves. This may sound harsh, but it needs to be made clear.

The next moment, the wood-carrying stool fell silent, probably reflecting on its own behavior.

"Hachiman."

He called to me in a voice full of emotion, and I only responded with a look of "What?" Then, he let out a deep sigh. Wait, was that really a sigh? That's too strange.

"Hmph... I didn't expect you to have changed. The old you was more passionate, your profile like a taut, trembling bowstring, a sharp, beautiful blade (Note 34: lyrics from the theme song of the anime 'Princess Mononoke')..."

"Don't use that fake voice, and I'm not like that at all... What are you trying to say?"

When I questioned him, the woodworker just shrugged and chuckled.

"Sigh... It's nothing. Just keep flirting with those girls. You wouldn't understand anyway. You can continue to nap in your fake days; it's better for you. There's no use saying anything to a warrior who has forgotten how to fight."

"Hey, wait a minute, I wasn't flirting with anyone! And I don't even have a girlfriend! Oh, but I did flirt with Totsuka once—"

"Shut up, you brat!"

A furious roar, like that of a wild wolf, pierced through my words.

After the sound echoed in the quiet office, a silence fell. During that time, I vaguely heard someone murmur, "...Huh? He doesn't have a girlfriend... Hmm? That's strange..."

"Listen up, Hachiman, I'll show you what I'm made of! I'll never be able to show my face at the amusement park again, and you and the Totsuka clan will be in big trouble without someone to guide you!"

Ah, right! That's really a headache. I have to find a way to make the woodwork stand win—of course, I can't think like that.

"It doesn't matter, we don't need you to lead the way... It may be a bit hurtful to say this, but you're really annoying."

"Gurgle!"

The wooden seat emitted an eerie laugh, and the two girls present secretly pulled their seats even further away from him. It was then that I realized that Yui and Yukinoshita were so close they were practically glued together.

...Hmm, I always thought the purpose of a woodwork stand was to ruin the atmosphere and create chaos, and it turns out that's true. It can ruin not only a good atmosphere, but also a bad one.

Although all of this was unintentional, the current service society should still thank him properly. Moreover, it's really hard to feel guilty for rejecting him so coldly.

The woodworker keenly sensed my wavering and pressed his advantage with a sinister smile.

"Hmph, it seems the Service Society is nothing special after all. You can't even save the people in front of you, what kind of service are you talking about? You're simply incapable of it, aren't you? Stop with the empty words, prove it to me with your actions!"

"Ugh, you idiot..."

Summer is clearly about to unleash its full power, but I'm already feeling a chill run down my spine.

"...Okay, I'll prove it to you."

"Alas!"

Yukinoshita stared at the wooden base with a chilling gaze, which frightened him into letting out a mournful cry.

See? This guy is so terrifying, how could I possibly flirt with him?

× × ×

Like the Service Club, the Game Club's offices are located in a special building.

The difference is that our club is located on the fourth floor, while the game club is on the second floor. The small room on that floor, which serves as their office, is their club office.

The club seemed to be in its early stages; there was only a note on the door that read "Game Club" written in marker.

"Okay, let's go..."

For some reason, our whole group came. I turned to look at Zaimokuza, Yukinoshita, and Yuihama. Zaimokuza gave a smug "hmm" and puffed out his chest. Yukinoshita's face was expressionless and she didn't react at all. Yuihama stood a little distance away, looking a bit awkward.

"...What do you plan to do?"

Yuihama seemed to have followed us after everyone else left the clubroom. To be on the safe side, I confirmed her intentions again. After all, although she was still a member of the Service Club, she hadn't participated in club activities for several days, and it was uncertain whether she would continue. If she had already decided to withdraw, I wouldn't force her to stay with us.

"I...I want to go."

Yui answered, her arms tightly crossed.

"But...you introvert, do you really not have a girlfriend?"

That's jumping off a line. I mean, "however" is a conjunction used to indicate a contrast, but your sentence has no connection between the preceding and following parts.

"no."

"Yuigahama-san, your question is ridiculous. This guy is incapable of having a proper relationship with the opposite sex."

Yukinoshita gently patted Yuihama's shoulder, offering her words of comfort.

"Mind your own business. I don't need a girlfriend. I hate having my time taken away from me. If I were woken up in the middle of the night by a crying phone call from my girlfriend, I would break up with her on the spot."

Why do so many people in real life love to complain about relationship troubles? It's exactly the same as an elderly person bragging about how many illnesses they have or an office worker boasting about how busy they are. Nothing is more infuriating than fake complaining that's actually showing off. Could it be Misawa (Note 35 refers to the manga artist "Hell's Misawa," whose representative work is "The Great Declaration of Cuteness")?

"Wow, it's rotten..."

Yuihama said in surprise, but for some reason her eyes were smiling.

"Ah, but didn't you go out with Yukino? Then why?"

"The cat and dog show the day before yesterday? We just happened to run into it. Komachi invited me to go with her, so we went together. Didn't I mention that?"

"Yeah. But it doesn't matter, let's go. Zaimuzu has nothing to do, he's already looking out the window."

"Oh, wait a minute! So you two really aren't dating?"

"Didn't you say it was impossible...?"

This guy really misunderstood... Looking at how we usually get along, he should know that's impossible. Be more careful.

"Yuihama-san, I can get angry too."

Yukinoshita expressed her disgust without reservation, radiating a cold anger.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, never mind! Let's hurry up and go!"

Yuihama rushed forward, banging on the door of the game club's office, but unlike the displeased Yukinoshita, she seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Someone's here~" She knocked on the door, and a quiet, lazy response came from inside.

I guess this means we can go in.