My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Will I stay at this level...?

To surpass this level, one needs outstanding personality and exceptional talent.

If one can acquire these, there is nothing shameful about becoming Hikigaya's apprentice.

"Becoming an apprentice...maybe I should seriously consider it. Or rather, if I feel I must do this to reach the next level, taking immediate action would be more in line with my personality. No, thinking more positively...perhaps I should..."

Hayato muttered to himself, repeatedly asking and answering his own questions.

After losing the practice match, Hayato felt a lingering sense of frustration. Now, he felt as if a ray of light had shone through him.

"Hayato, are you alright? What's wrong? What are you thinking about? Oh no, oh no, have you been watching too much Mr. Stan↗?"

The uneasy voices from the Ministry of Revenue did not reach his ears.

"Sorry, I'm heading back now."

"Huh—what's wrong? Hayato, you're so cold."

"I just remembered I have something to do."

Hayato abandoned Tobe and stood up from his seat with a flourish.

"What's wrong? You're not really going to become an apprentice? Like, going to the Service Club and becoming an apprentice to a penguin or something? No way."

"I'm so sorry. See you tomorrow."

Hayato didn't turn around, waved to Tobe, and left the classroom.

Hayato Hayama's resolve was now unshakable.

The next day, Tuesday morning.

Hubu, who was in the classroom, reacted strongly early in the morning.

"Huh—Hayato, what's wrong? Why are you reading a light novel?!"

"Is that strange?"

"Of course! Because you're the kind of person who reads light novels! Oh, and you said yesterday that becoming an apprentice to a penguin wouldn't be bad..."

"Well, something happened, and I've decided to become an apprentice of Cai Muzuo."

"Why! What happened to make things like that? Who are you talking about, Zaimokuzai?"

"Don't you recognize him? He's Hachiman's friend."

Hayato didn't have much of an impression of the wooden base either.

An evil otaku who laughs loudly in a maid cafe for some unknown reason.

His understanding of timber pedestals was limited to this level...

"I only know this person exists, why do you want to be his apprentice?"

"Because he possesses a quality that is different from ordinary people."

Hayato was too embarrassed to formally become Hikigaya's apprentice, so he searched for a similar substitute and eventually found him. That's the feeling.

"He certainly looks different from ordinary people."

"It's important not to pander to those around you, but to establish a firm personal style."

Hayato spoke as he nimbly turned the pages of the book.

His right hand... was equipped with a black fingerless glove!

"Fingers are sticking out of the glove! So tacky! Absolutely tacky!"

"This was given to me by my master. It seems to be proof of the school of martial arts."

"No, Hayato. That's really awful."

"No. My master said that the level of concentration when reading light novels while wearing it is completely different."

"Ah—really… So what kind of light novels are you reading?"

"We're still in the beginning... The protagonist has just been hit by a truck."

"A story about a traffic accident?"

"My master said that, in short, this style of light novel seems to be the most basic right now."

"Oh—that's pretty outrageous. It might be good to show it to driving test takers at a driving school. I mean, lately all the light novels are about people getting hit by cars."

"Yes, they're currently being hit by a car."

Hayato once again elegantly turned the pages of the light novel with his right hand, which was gloved with a fingerless glove.

One day, I suddenly started wearing fingerless gloves to school and began reading light novels while wearing them...

He should have been ridiculed beyond recognition...

But that person was Hayato Hayama, so no one dared to mock him casually.

To be honest, it's impossible to tell whether his behavior was a strange joke or just a change of interest.

Because the target was Hayato, no one else had the courage to take on the responsibility and get to the bottom of it.

The students in the class kept a close watch on Hayato Hayama, who was wearing fingerless gloves.

"...What happened to Hayato?"

The class's "Empress," Miura Yumiko, asked softly...

"I'm fine..."

"I, I⁉"

Even Yumiko was speechless.

"What's going on? Oh no, Hayato's turned into a chuunibyou!"

"No, it's nothing. Didn't I mention during my internship that I want to work for a multinational company or a mass media company in the future? Publishing houses are certainly among my targets. To succeed in the entrance exam for a publishing house, one must be able to demonstrate passion for the publisher's works. And my mentor's passion for works is exceptional. So I want to learn from him so that I can take a new step forward."

"It sounds reasonable, but for some reason, I feel the conclusion is very wrong. Hayato, the first step definitely shouldn't be in that direction!"

The Ministry of Revenue asserted this definitively.

Perhaps it was a sense of responsibility stemming from his self-proclaimed status as Hayato's best friend.

It is precisely because it is inconvenient for others to speak at this time that I must speak out myself.

"I'm not as smart as you, and I don't really understand things like looking to the future. But precisely because of that, I can see your impression of me is plummeting!"

Hobe stared directly into Hayato's eyes and spoke with great enthusiasm.

Even Hayato was subdued by his excited tone.

"...Is that really how it is?"

"Light novels are one thing, but those gloves are seriously problematic. If someone else wore them, they would have died on the spot from the extremely low affection level."

"This... I have a vague feeling about it."

Is this just a momentary lapse of judgment?

While it's true that you should establish your own style, there's no need to wear this...

Hayato felt the same way.

"Take it off, Hayato. That glove is too early for humans."

"yes……"

Hayato carefully and slowly removed his fingerless gloves.

Then gently place it on the table.

It's like how idols used to leave their microphones on stage when they retired.

At the same time, the people in the classroom visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Hayato, the class's central figure, had a mental breakdown. But now, they knew it was just a temporary confusion.

"Hayato is indeed confused."

"I was indeed very anxious and in a state of confusion. I admit that. The blow of losing the game was probably also part of the reason."

Hayato smiled a little shyly.

Upon seeing this, the Ministry of Revenue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really. I'm so nervous, I feel like you've become weird."

"I'm sorry, I'm very uneasy right now."

"There's no need to be so anxious. Your future will definitely be smooth sailing. It's super easy, isn't it? You're worrying too much!"

To put their minds at ease, the Ministry of Revenue joked around in its usual manner.

however……

"...No, that's not right."

"Huh?!"

The Ministry of Revenue was hoping for Hayato to respond humbly with a joke.

His expectations were dashed.

"I admit I started reading light novels without any real interest, but this is something I'm really worried about. I can't stay stagnant. That's a valid point. If this continues, high school will definitely be my peak."

His response was still heavy words.

"Hayato, I already told you..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if I'm overthinking it. Even if I am overthinking, it's important to be aware of potential crises. I'm sorry for making you worry. But I'm fine, I will definitely turn this crisis into an opportunity."

"That's why I'm worried."

The Ministry of Revenue said with a hint of helplessness.

"I told you not to worry. Go back to your seat, class is about to start."

After Hayato finished speaking, he took out the world history textbook he would use for the first lesson from his schoolbag.

This topic has now come to an end.

After that, he spent a peaceful day at school as if nothing had happened.

Classes, lunch break, afternoon classes, and finally club activities.

No one remembers Hayato's erratic behavior anymore; everyone has embarked on their journeys home.

The next day, Wednesday.

As soon as Hobe stepped into the classroom, he immediately greeted his friend and the center of attention in the class, Hayato Hayama.

"Good morning, Hayato! How are you? How are you? How are you doing?"

He looked forward to leaving behind his confusion and receiving a cheerful and bright greeting from Hayato, who had returned to his original self, but...!

"ขอ ใบเสร็จ หน่อย ครับ‼」

He couldn't understand a word Hayato was saying!

"Huh! Hayato, what did you say?"

"ขอ ใบเสร็จ หน่อย ครับ‼」

Hayato sat in his seat, waved gently to Tobe, and said with a smile.

"Koo? Paisetto? Hayato's broken! Yesterday was scary enough, but you're completely malfunctioning now! How do we save you from this Koo Paisetto state?"

"Hey, that's rude. This is Thai, Thai."

Hayato picked up a book and showed it to Hobu.

That's a Thai conversation book for beginners.

"Oh—so you're speaking Thai!"

"Yes, I started learning yesterday."

But Hayato's book already had dozens of sticky notes stuck to it, like colorful decorations. It even looked like it had been used for a long time.

"Hayato is amazing, he suddenly started speaking Thai."