My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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It feels like it's been ages since we've faced each other directly.

The reason is obvious.

Because I don't want to face it.

Even now, my gaze is still wavering, unsure where to look. I've always disliked making eye contact, so this situation only makes things more difficult for me.

The reflection in the glass windows of the teaching building, the pebbles on the roadside, the heels of the feet stepping on leather shoes, the slightly open corners of the mouth, the small hands tightly gripping the schoolbag, the faded light pink hair swaying in the wind, the bus passing behind, the slowly loosened bow tie, the rubber band on the left wrist.

And her eyes, fixed straight on me.

Although my gaze had been wandering around, it finally met Yui's eyes. For a moment, Yui suddenly let out a smiling breath.

She slowly closed her eyes, gently placed her hands on her chest, and took another deep breath.

The shouts from the sports department, the sounds from the wind band, and the noise of cars coming from the road all faded away in that short moment.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

The slanting sunlight made her faded light pink hair shimmer, and her bright eyes stared straight at me.

The glossy lips slowly traced a beautiful arc—

Then, a cheerful and lively voice rang out.

"Little Enterprise, let's go on a date!"

"……ha?"

Without any preamble or coherence, she uttered these words to me with a lively and cheerful smile. They were exactly the same words I'd heard before, yet they sounded completely different. Her expression must have been different then too.

Both the words and the difference in tone were so unexpected that I couldn't help but let out a sharp and particularly embarrassing sound.

Many things have changed little by little, but I've found that my embarrassing voice hasn't changed at all.

DB Bonus: High School Grade 3 New Chapter 3 Illustrations

DB Bonus: Senior Three Chapter 4 Interlude - Unfortunately, she has a mountain of tasks ahead of her.

The online translation is from Baidu Tieba

Image source: Aoba

Translation: Nuclear space nuclear dispersion

It's gotten so complicated again...

As I was thinking this, I looked up and through the window of the student council room at the special building across the street.

The service department room on the fourth floor of the special building, where I was just now, has been completely darkened. The setting sun is shining on it.

Yui-senpai slapped her hands hard, abruptly ending today's Service Club activities. Staying in that state, trapped in a space filled only with sighs, wouldn't get anything done. Yui-senpai, you made the right decision. As expected of someone who's already used to it.

No one but Yui-senpai could say such things—I began to admire her a little.

Senior and Senior Yukino are always stubbornly acting like fools in strange ways, refusing to budge no matter how complicated the situation becomes. They can usually easily fool or dodge things, but this time they can't escape. What are they anyway, samurai?

Dealing with those samurai-like characters, I don't think the young lady who's just a new club president would say something like, "You guys are too much trouble, let's disband today! Disband!" Well, even Yui-senpai wouldn't say it so bluntly.

Translator's note: This is likely a double entendre. The original text uses "新米" (shinmi), which in Japanese has two meanings: one is "newly harvested rice," and the other is "newbie" or "rookie."

Rice Sister is quite temperamental, so she might be able to say it once she gets used to it. However, she seems to have considerable respect for Yukino and Yui-senpai, so it will probably take some time. Speaking of which, why doesn't that kid respect me? That's not good, is it? Quite temperamental, definitely similar to her senior, quite temperamental.

It seems that this troublesome situation will likely continue for some time.

This is so troublesome...

Ah, it's not that I have to stay in that department, so it doesn't matter how troublesome it is.

I'm neither a minister, nor a member, nor a manager. ...So it has nothing to do with me, right?

So, really.

My reason for staying there was ambiguous in itself.

The relationship between senior and junior students, or friends, is more than just that; it's more like a non-residential state where they often focus on leisurely drinking tea together.

Ultimately, I'm just a guest. However, I still have the right to be treated well, and it's only natural that they make me a cup of tea.

However, that's all.

Whether that room, that department, could be considered my place of refuge is rather uncertain.

Even so, it's much more comfortable than the soccer club, which had a new classroom after the class division, new members contacting them too frequently, and a first-year female manager who openly displayed her competitive spirit.

As a result, the only place where I can now stand tall and declare, "This is mine!" is probably the student council room.

I don't know if it just happened naturally, but at first I felt like I was being scammed. After doing it for a while, I realized I really was completely scammed. That's how I started as student council president, but afterwards I felt like I was doing pretty well.

My roles are Vice President, who is older than me but a junior member of the student council, and Secretary, who doesn't open up to me at all. I have to deal with these two people. At first, the student council room was a bit awkward and unresponsive, but now I've settled in and it's become my territory (rent 0 yuan, no deposit, no key money, one-year lease).

...Well, that's how it should be, but now that the new semester is starting, it's become a situation that's hard not to feel a bit speechless about.

First of all, my desk is piled high with files...

The previous joint dance event had many oversights, resulting in a huge backlog of work. The delays led to interest notes accumulating. What's with this interest rate? Are they underestimating their customers? And why does the fee disappear the moment the money is withdrawn from the ATM?

Annual interest rate: 0.002%

I just recently finished organizing a welcome party for new students...

I'd love to take a two-year leave if I could, but even then, work waits for no one. Soon it'll be ball games, student conferences, and a string of other troublesome events. Personally, I think Meguro has a more fashionable feel, so I was thinking of recommending it.

Translator's note: The original text for "continuously" is "目白押し". Mejiro Station is located in Toshima Ward, Tokyo, while Meguro Station is located in Meguro Ward, Tokyo, and is relatively closer to Shibuya.

At present, we must make some preparations for the upcoming ball skills competition and student assembly.

I elegantly decided the order while sitting in the swivel chair, the proposal in my left hand, a red pen in my right, and nodded in confirmation.

The student assembly is still a while away. Considering the deadline approaching, before the deadline, and within the specified timeframe, the earliest ball games should be prioritized.

The vice president's proposal was unremarkable, lacking anything praiseworthy; it was just an ordinary proposal.

It basically follows the same format and content as last year. The arrangement of basketball, volleyball, football, and other ball games is so uninteresting that it has zero appeal.

That's fantastic. That's how a surprise attack should be done.

I hummed a song and occasionally poked my face with a red pen as I rigorously reviewed the proposal submitted by the vice president. The content itself didn't matter, but it was easy to overlook things when it came to implementation. It was a rather troublesome group activity to begin with, so there was no need to be overly strict in my review.

Student assemblies are generally ignored, so they can be organized casually. However, ball games are recreational activities, and those who want to "enjoy their youth" will be very enthusiastic, so it will be quite troublesome.

Even if those people can't enjoy themselves properly because of their own problems, they'll still cause trouble for the operators... If they just vent on social media, it's somewhat endearing, but those "enthusiastic people" who send messages here to let us know and those "righteous people" who declare they'll publicly protest are really troublesome. Really troublesome.

Last year, I was just smiling and cheering on the boys, so I quite enjoyed it, and you could even say it was effortless.

...That's what I thought at the time, but as soon as the competition ended, those people who were seriously doing the club's work said in a Kyoto-like tone, "Cheering is so tiring~" while carrying the support frame. Other girls would also say things to me that sounded like flattery but were actually sarcastic. It was really annoying.

The celebration party that followed was also a hassle. Some idiot, caught up in the fun, suggested going to an izakaya (Japanese pub), and the second time we went to karaoke, he even leaned on my shoulder. Just when I finally felt relieved, I had to send polite, non-annoying replies and emojis in the class's LINE group note. Even worse, some people would message me on LINE like boyfriends, asking, "Did you have a hard day? Did you get home safely?"... Of course I got home! Stop asking such pointless questions! Besides, we haven't even exchanged contact information! Why did you send me that message without my permission?

Also known as: Tyranny of the Majority

I groaned as I thought about what happened last year.

Okay, stop, stop! This year I'm on the operations team, so I can avoid all the troublesome things in the class. On the other hand, it means I have work to do, which is great!

Well, if it's work, then there's no way around it. Compared to the troublesome nature of the Service Club for the upperclassmen, work is nothing. If you're willing to do it, you can finish it; it's much better than theirs. I don't really want to work if I could, but working hard will actually earn me extra points.

I'm really amazing that I still try so hard even though I don't like it. In fact, having this trait of "working hard even though the job is so tiring" is actually a bonus.

I'm great! I'll keep it up!

I tried to comfort myself like that for a while, but I can't just ignore things outside of work.

I placed the proposal, now completely red from the red pen annotations, on the table and glanced at the corner of the student council room.

Sitting there are my colleagues, the vice president and the secretary.

Our friendship has been going on for quite some time now, and we should have gotten used to each other by now, but lately it just doesn't feel the same as before.

The vice president didn't rub his stomach as usual. Normally, he'd be sobbing and looking like he was about to cry while doing his work...

That's about it. Let's put things like "intelligence tests" aside for now.

The biggest change is in the secretary.

Since the new semester started, the school secretary has become even cuter… Her black hair, which used to be braided into three strands, is now braided into a single strand that falls down to her chest. It gently bounces and creates waves, which feels a little erotic. And she doesn't wear framed glasses anymore; it seems she's switched to contact lenses. They're probably round lenses, the kind that make pupils look bigger.

She already had regular features and fair skin, and I thought she was quite cute, but then she suddenly changed, which left me very confused. She used to be quite honest and pretty, but after the long holiday, she became fashionable, which was rather attractive.

I really like cute girls (like me) and girls who strive to become cute (like me), so in my mind, the secretary's stock price has skyrocketed. However, correspondingly, the vice president's stock price has plummeted to its lowest point.

But what happens to the vice president and the secretary doesn't really matter. More important, please focus on your work! Don't underestimate work! Get to work for me!

I gave them that pressured look, but the two of them were completely oblivious, whispering and giggling to themselves.

"Hmm... This baseball part is really tough."

After watching for a while, the vice president sighed, looking like he had a headache. Then the secretary nodded seriously as well.

"That's probably it..."

"No matter what we do, the location and equipment are a bit..."

"Hmm... that's how it is, but I don't quite understand the rules."

The secretary smiled shyly.

You two, didn't you also attend the meeting we organized about ball games...? But my eyes won't be fooled.

If a guy says something seriously, it's because he's hoping to find common ground and score points with the guy (personal experience).

"It's not that difficult."

Just as I expected, the vice president said this with a rather composed smile.

"Has Muren ever played baseball?"

"I have some experience with this."

The secretary tilted her head slightly, while the vice president touched her nose with her finger and laughed like a child king. Even though it has nothing to do with me, most people wouldn't be happy with that smug look on your face.

However, in the secretary's eyes, he was probably quite handsome. Her eyes widened, and her pupils began to sparkle.

"Huh—, this is a bit unexpected."

"Really? I go to the batting field occasionally now and then."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

The secretary smiled happily. However, on the other hand, I had absolutely no idea what was so amazing about it, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The vice president then deliberately coughed twice.

"Shall we go together next time?"

"Well, ah, but I'm not very good at sports..."

The secretary smiled slightly, looking a little troubled, and said this.

Her words instantly dispelled the smugness that the vice president had been exuding.

"I see... Well, there are different kinds of sports, likes and dislikes."

The vice president started by saying such vague things, seemingly trying to find a way to back down.

No, go for it! Judging from how things just went, you definitely have to go! You could just casually say "I'll teach you" and they'd agree! What's there to be disappointed about?

I was getting a little anxious, and the secretary seemed to be too. "Um..." she said softly.

"It's not that I hate it; I still enjoy watching from the sidelines and cheering them on."

The moment she said those words, the vice president immediately looked up.

"I-I see! Well... Shall we go check it out? I think watching baseball in a stadium might change things up. It feels like a big event, or maybe a performance... The Ocean Note fans are really enthusiastic, and they're really cool when they cheer. Hearing it live really gets the energy going. Oh, and the food in the stadium is delicious too."

Translator's note: The professional baseball team in Chiba Prefecture is called Lotte Marine.

Moreover, she speaks so fast, incredibly fast. So fast it's almost nauseating.

Some people only become very eloquent when talking about their areas of expertise. I'm talking about my senior, for example. I really think it's better if he changes this.

Although I was thinking to myself that it would be a disappointment, the secretary smiled and nodded happily.

A good relationship is enough... What's going on? Are you dating? Don't underestimate work! Get back to work!

I glared at them resentfully, but they seemed completely oblivious, as if it were perfectly normal. And whether it was unintentional or not, they were even closer than before.