My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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What kind of food do they sell at the stadium?

"Braised pork intestines are very famous! You absolutely have to try them! I especially love them!"

When the secretary asked the question, the vice president answered enthusiastically. However, upon hearing the answer, the secretary's expression instantly froze.

"Ah... braised pork intestines... wait... this is a bit unexpected..."

"Right? But that really matches the atmosphere of the stadium. When it's windy, it gives you that 'that's it!' feeling!"

The vice president seemed to be getting more and more engrossed, continuing to speak at a relatively fast pace. However, the secretary only offered a brief, perfunctory response, seemingly uninterested. She clearly lost interest as soon as she heard "intestines" and began to barely respond.

So it turns out she doesn't like eating large and small intestines... About 30% of girls can't eat large intestines (personal experience), although I can eat them quite well... It seems that Secretary Sister belongs to that 30%.

As I was thinking this, it seemed even the vice president sensed something was off, glancing at the secretary girl several times with a confused "Hmm...hmm?" expression, but she didn't respond at all. Here it comes! Girlfriend riddle~!

So, if you can't answer the first question "Q: ...", the second question will be "Q: Do you know why I'm angry?" If you don't answer the first question, how can the other person possibly answer? Although that's my opinion, I hope the other person can understand correctly; that's what a girl's heart is all about. Mm-hmm.

The vice president still couldn't answer, and the time for thinking passed by second by second.

Then, as a substitute for the buzzer that would sound if an answer was wrong, the secretary sighed softly.

What a pity! Wrong answer! As punishment for the vice president who got it wrong, here comes the somber mood! This is also a punishment for me.

Can't you guys do this somewhere else...?

Whether in the department office or the student council office, I feel like I've been forced to witness these kinds of conversations lately. The pressure is so intense that I feel like I'm going to die young.

If this keeps happening, I'll get depressed too. It's a hassle, but should I do something about it? This is such a hassle.

Although it's really troublesome, it will definitely become more troublesome if we leave it unattended.

In that case, I'll have to do something in my own way. Even though it's quite troublesome.

I kept complaining in my mind, while picking up the proposal with my left hand and a red pen with my right, and spun around in the swivel chair with great flair. With that momentum, I handed the proposal with a big X over it back to the vice president.

"Please submit another copy."

Upon seeing the proposal returned to him, the vice president, who had been feeling down just moments before, immediately lifted his head. He had an expression that seemed to say, "Phew—I'm saved!" However, as soon as he flipped through the proposal, which was covered in red pen marks, his face began to twitch.

"Um... is there anything wrong with it...?"

I swiveld the chair again, elegantly crossed my legs, and rested my elbows on the table.

"What do you think is wrong?"

As I smiled and adopted the demeanor of a jerk boss, the vice president's mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Hmm—well, it's alright this way, I guess. While it's alright, I feel like it should be done a little differently. Is it hard to understand...? It feels too ordinary, doesn't it? I want to see something different."

The vice president, who had already abandoned the expert mode, was now in the mode of dealing with jerk clients. He chuckled dryly and started rubbing his stomach.

"Ugh, specifically where is it..."

"Isn't thinking about this exactly what the vice president's job is?"

I thought I had delivered the fatal blow; if I added a sweet smile, the match would be over. The vice president frowned, his mouth opening into a triangle. His expression looked like a kitten triggering a lip-sniffing reflex.

Translator's note: The lip-opening olfactory response refers to the behavior of some mammals that partially open their mouths and curl up their upper lip to better perceive odors or pheromones.

"Great, great, that's a satisfying release of stress..." While I was still thinking this, I guess the secretary girl also felt sorry for the vice president and gave me a look that seemed to be reproachful. Oh no, I'd better get to the point before she gets angry.

I coughed slightly and started pointing at the proposal with my finger.

"Wouldn't it be nice to consider one of those weirder kinds of matches? There are some, you know, like the kind where you go inside a really big ball, like in soccer."

Upon hearing my serious speech, the vice president suddenly returned to work mode and nodded.

"Ah... it's the kind that's available on Round1note..."

Translator's note: Round1 is a nationwide chain of large indoor sports complexes in Japan.

"That's the one."

I pointed my waving finger forward slightly. I wasn't sure what kind of competition it was, but I think it was the same thing I was talking about with the vice president.

"If there were projects like that, the atmosphere would definitely be much more exciting!"

"I see... In that case, even people who aren't good at sports can participate... right?"

As the vice president spoke, he secretly glanced at the secretary.

Hey—, this guy is actually worried about her. Isn't that pretty capable...? What am I even thinking? I just wanted to help him out. I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, there aren't many projects that feel that way. Could you please select a few as potential candidates for further investigation? Visiting them in person would be very helpful. Thank you so much, Secretary."

I winked hard at the secretary, and she paused for a moment, but finally understood what I meant and nodded vigorously.

"If you want to go to Round 1, the Shin-Nara Shino Note store is the closest."

Translator's note: Shin-Narashino Station is one of the stations along the Keiyo Line, located in the Akanehama area of ​​Narashino City, Chiba Prefecture.

The secretary and vice president, while checking notes on their phones, leaned close together and started discussing when to go on the field trip. That would give them a pretext for a date, though I'm not entirely sure.

Translator's Note: Wataru Watari makes a dry joke here. The original text is "スマホでスマスマ调べながら", where スマホ refers to a smartphone and スマスマ refers to a variety show called "SMAP×SMAP". In this sentence, Watari uses スマスマ as an adverb.

The atmosphere in the student council room finally improved somewhat, so I guess this can be considered a satisfactory resolution... Really, it was too troublesome.

I sighed and rubbed my shoulders. Suddenly, the vice president noticed something and looked over cautiously.

"Um, when is the proposal due...?"

Upon hearing his question, I couldn't help but tilt my head, exclaiming, "Huh?" I hadn't even considered that much...

To be honest, even if we wanted to add some weird competitions, we didn't have the budget to buy equipment, let alone the time to prepare. Actually, I was planning to reject it later... I just wanted to ask something casually to change the subject...

But I couldn't possibly say it out loud. So I twirled my hair with my fingertips and gave a casual, perfunctory reply.

"Ah—...then let's do it today."

Despite not having given it much thought, I smiled as if there was something profound in my expression, while the vice president's expression began to stiffen.

"Eh... today... today...? When are we going to conduct the on-site inspection...?"

"Just kidding, just kidding, it'll be fine next Monday."

I quickly corrected it. The vice president, who was on the verge of tears, visibly relaxed, and I was finally freed from the pressured gaze of the secretary. Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief…

The moment he uttered such a perfunctory remark, I realized with a deep understanding that I was completely familiar with my senior's methods.

That person was saying today, "So that means this is the first thing I'll do tomorrow morning..." and even argued that "even if I do it first, I can't confirm it, right? I can do it in the evening..." They even said things like, "Tomorrow's Friday, if I can postpone it to Friday evening, then I can postpone it to Monday," just saying such capricious things. What's going on? Can they even distort time and space, not just their personality? If I waver, they really will postpone it until the very last minute of Friday, which is really bad.

It's really annoying when things are always this complicated.

Lost in thought, I kept staring at the vice president and the secretary.

The two were practically shoulder to shoulder, looking at the same phone and discussing all sorts of things they wanted to try. From the side, they appeared so intimate that no one else could possibly intrude.

...If you guys were that easy to understand, wouldn't I be able to come up with a solution?

I propped my head up with my hand and muttered these words.

DB Bonus: Senior Three Chapter 4 7 She had no way of knowing the many words that could not be sent.

It snowed that day, which was unusual for the town.

The same thing was said to me back then.

So, how did I answer?

I imagine it was something like "uh-huh" or "yeah"... I feel like what I said at the time probably wasn't even a complete sentence. Then I just stammered, neither asking any clear questions nor giving any casual answers, just mentioning a few things to keep in touch before hanging up.

However, many things have changed since then.

The biting cold turned into a refreshing touch on the face; the fine snow falling from the sky turned into petals dancing in the wind; and the voice on the other end of the phone turned into a gentle smile in front of me.

Therefore, I should now give a clearer answer than I did back then.

I understand that.

However, perhaps because he was completely unprepared, he wavered and couldn't say anything.

A gentle evening breeze, carrying a hint of the sea, passed between Yui and me. I took a deep breath and finally opened my mouth. Perhaps because my lips were so dry, I had to force a smile, and the sound I made probably carried a sigh.

"...No, I'm not going."

The answer I managed to squeeze out trembled, betraying my embarrassing reality. It had taken me so long to say, yet it sounded like I was a fool. To make the awkwardness pass quickly, I spoke again.

"Well, to be honest, this kind of thing feels a bit... awkward, a bit like putting people in a difficult position..."

Upon hearing what I said, Yuihama turned her head.

Why would you be in a difficult position?

"Oh no, ...it feels a little strange to say 'date,' doesn't it?"

"Really?" "Hmm?" "Eh? No way?" I felt a little uneasy and began to silently confirm with her.

Yuihama tilted her head slightly with an "Hmm—" sound, her gaze drifting to the upper left, as if she had taken some time to consider something, before she slung her bag back over her shoulder with a "Hey."

"Then, let's try again."

"Eh... Why start over...?"

What are you trying to redo? Your usual way of coughing a few times and fiddling with your bun hair won't get you anywhere again, you know? Maybe not, Hihama-kun, I have a bad feeling...

While I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, Yui quickly turned around, gradually creating some distance between herself and me. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned back towards me. Then, she slowly waved to me and walked back over.

"Ah—, Little Qi—, what a coincidence! Are you heading back now? Shall we go back together?"

She smiled happily as if the conversation had never happened.

I stood there awkwardly, just like the blooper reel shown at the end of a Jackie Chan movie, but Yui Hama nodded in agreement first.

"See, it's all right now—"

"Mmm, mmm..."

How subtle... After what she said, it's hard to say "NO" again. It feels like occasionally bumping into each other after school and walking home together is a normal thing that might happen.

Oh dear, I have no idea how to understand this kind of classification!

The way it's expressed? Is it the way it's expressed...? Is it a problem with the way it's expressed...? Can changing the wording, or rather, changing the form, really make it acceptable...? Will the court find me not guilty? Will different juries reach different verdicts? I want to wait for the presiding judge's verdict before making any decisions. However, I don't even have enough time to submit the case to the court right now.

"No..., um, well..., ah no..."

I didn't know whether to answer "yes" or "no," and my mouth felt like it was tied in knots. Seeing me like this, Yui-hama burst out laughing.

"Eh... why are you laughing...?" I asked her with my eyes. Yui shook her head, as if to say "nothing." Then she seemed to be fixing her bun that had been blown around by the wind, gently combing it with her fingertips while giggling.

"It feels like it's been a long time since something like this happened... the two of us talking alone."

"Oh, oh... Well,... the class is different now."

As I said this, my gaze shifted to the glass windows of the school building. The school building, shaped like a ship, used a lot of glass, and now every pane was bathed in the setting sun. My classroom and Yuihama's classroom should be somewhere in that distance. If we have fewer opportunities to meet, it's only natural that we'll have fewer opportunities to talk.

However, it would be very unnatural to use this as a reason.

As I thought about it, I realized it was just an excuse. Up to this day, I've always had opportunities to see Yui. At the joint dance, at the start of the new semester, and during the new club activities that have already begun, we've always been in the same place.

After reorganizing my thoughts, I finally realized how useless I was.

Nothing happened.

I was just trying to be clever and spouting nonsense; I couldn't even fool them.

It's just that I'm afraid to face that awkward and stiff part. I don't know how to act, and I even hesitate about how to translate it into words. I've never tried, and I've just covered it up within the confines of my own thoughts.

Perhaps, the woman in front of me has been doing the same thing all along.

Seeing that she didn't know what to say, Yui Hama gripped the shoulder strap of her backpack, took a deep breath, and spoke with a wry smile.

"Shall we chat when we get back? There are some things we... want to discuss?"

Let's discuss it... No, well, if you put it that way, it makes sense, doesn't it...?

While our relationship has indeed changed, it would feel unnatural to completely reset everything we've built up so far. Continuing as ordinary friends, we could have opportunities to talk alone, right?

Was he explaining something to someone, or was he just making excuses for himself? That was my initial conclusion. Then I pressed for more details.

"Um, can't we just talk to each other alone...?"

"Hmm—" Yui hesitated, taking about the same amount of time as I had just finished.

After thinking it over, she nodded seriously.

"They'll do something...not a good thing."

"Should I do something bad...?"