My youth romance is always confusing

"So, what are you going to do, bro?"

Back home, Komachi sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting with Hachiman about what had just happened.

"Kawasaki Saki."

I thought about that somewhat indifferent girl and felt a headache.

At school, that guy always looked very distant and it was impossible to talk to him. Besides, it was not easy for me to talk to girls at school because it was not in line with my style.

"By the way, tell that guy to keep an eye on his sister at home. Remember to tell me if you have any information."

"Brother, what do you mean by 'that guy'? He actually has a name, Kawasaki Daishi."

“…”

There was silence for two seconds.

"Remember to ask that guy to collect some intelligence."

I refused to call that guy's name. Just kidding. It's okay to see him everywhere outside, but do I have to make his presence felt everywhere at home?

I might as well go and make fun of Yukinoshita for the whole afternoon.

Humph.

Seeing that Hachiman didn't want to mention Kawasaki Daishi's name, Komachi was speechless.

Where does this hostility come from?

But if you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it. Anyway, compared to my brother, that Kawasaki classmate is nothing.

"By the way, brother, have you decided on a location for your internship?"

Although Komachi is still very young, she is still very interested in this kind of thing, and she will experience it once in the future, so this can be considered as advance preparation.

She held the potato chips and turned her body from facing the TV to facing Hachiman.

"Workplace internship..."

Speaking of workplace internships, I think of Ye Shan and his team's problems.

"There are no specific arrangements yet. The groups will be formed in two days, and the actual field trip will be after the midterm exam."

"Eh? That's been so long."

Komachi wanted to join in the fun, but it took too long, so she gave up.

Seeing her so stupid, I walked over and tapped her on the head with the fan in my hand.

"Hey!"

Komachi made extremely exaggerated movements.

"Candidates should prioritize taking care of themselves."

Just stay away from that pest. After all, Komachi is still young and far from the age of romance. Look, I don't have any thoughts about that either (laughs)

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The next day, I planned to take a good look at Kawasaki.

But unfortunately, she didn't even come to the first class, which was a complete skip.

But this is that female devil's class, and you dare to skip it. You are so brave.

Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang, Kawasaki, who had been waiting in the corridor for a while, walked in and was directly called to the office by Mr. Hiratsuka.

Should I go over and take a look too?

After thinking it over, I decided to go and take a look.

From a long distance away, I could hear Hiratsuka Sensei's loud voice.

"Kawasaki, I don't mean to pick on you, but you've been late for my class for two days in a row. If I don't take care of it, I'm afraid other students will be dissatisfied. Maybe they've already started to be eager to be late."

Maybe because it was the first class, there were not many people in the staff room and the windows were wide open. The cool breeze of early summer rushed out from the windows, making me feel very cool as I stood at the door.

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the gangster-like Kawasaki in front of her and felt a headache. Before she could deal with the previous guy, another one came here.

She held the cigarette in her mouth and shook her head, feeling somewhat helpless.

But out of the corner of his eye he saw Hachiman standing stupidly at the door, so he bit the cigarette between his teeth and spoke through his throat.

"What? Does the guy over there want to settle the score for being late yesterday?"

"No, no, no, I should have collected enough money from yesterday's punch along with the interest, why is there an additional charge?"

If I get hit with another punch, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of the staff room alive.

Hearing the familiar voice, Kawasaki tilted his head, but when he found out it was Hachiman, he tilted his head back.

"I'm just here to check on the job internship."

I couldn’t see Kawasaki’s condition from behind, so I decided to give up and look for another opportunity later.

"Workplace apprenticeship? What are you going to do?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka tapped the table with her fingertips. Her pretty face looked very scary because of the two troublemakers. Her long thighs were wrapped in black women's trousers, and she crossed her legs in a nonchalant manner.

"I just want to ask about the time and place."

My natural enemy radar keeps going off for those terrifying creatures higher up the food chain.

“This matter.”

The female teacher took out the cigarette from her mouth and then exhaled a breath of foul air.

"We'll know after we finish the division. What, is your division ready?"

"No, no, how could someone like me find a group so quickly? Teacher, you think too highly of me."

While I was talking to Mr. Hiratsuka, I glanced at Kawasaki out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't see anything at all.

"Haha, then teacher, I'll leave first."

While Mr. Hiratsuka didn't notice anything was wrong, I quickly fled the staff room.

If Mr. Hiratsuka gets in a good mood and asks me to help her with something, I would be really speechless.

Back in the classroom, Yuigahama and his group of three were discussing something enthusiastically near the podium.

As he was talking, Ebina let out a strange cry and was then pulled aside by Miura.

Are those people really okay?

Although Yuigahama seemed to have no idea where to start, surprisingly she didn't come to me for help.

Maybe it’s because they had already assigned the tasks and they didn’t want me to interfere in their affairs.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that they haven't made any progress, after all, I'm also at a loss on my part.

Kawasaki is like a piece of cold ice, even colder than the snowy mountain under the snow. After all, there is still some soil on the snowy mountain. This piece of ice can't be touched or bumped into.

Hands can get frostbite easily.

During the whole day of class, besides listening to the lecture with half of my ears, the rest of my mind was focused on thinking about how to solve Kawasaki's time problem.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing would be solved by the elders first, but now Kawasaki's parents obviously wouldn't care, so the only person left was -

"Huh? Kawasaki?"

During lunch break, I met up with Mr. Hiratsuka.

But why does this person always have a cigarette in his mouth? He should pay attention to his surroundings.

"Ah, yesterday's commission from the Service Department. You saw how that guy behaved this morning. He looked groggy. If we don't take care of him, it will definitely affect his performance."

After hearing what Hachiman said, Hiratsuka Shizuka took out the report card of the last test with a surprised look on her face. Kawasaki's Chinese score was ranked fifth in the class.

After letting Hachiman take a good look at it, she took the report card back.

"This is the biggest reason. Do you think I wouldn't have looked for her if her grades had dropped? But her grades have always been at the top of the class. What excuse do I have? I only made a small comment even when she was late."

Of course, with Shizuka Hiratsuka's hot temper, if someone dared to skip her class as the homeroom teacher for two days without any basis, she would have told the other person why the flowers were so red.

"Kawasaki...her grades are so good?"

This really surprised me.

As we all know, the report card of this country will only be issued to the person himself. If she doesn't say it, no one else will know.

Although fifth in the class is not the same as fifth in the entire grade, overall I can rank around 50 or 60, which is quite good in Sobu High School where the deviation value is very high.

At least she is several Tozukas stronger than a certain pink dumpling.

"Now you understand, although it is not appropriate for a student to leave home late and come back early, from my point of view, I can't interfere until her grades fluctuate."

Although I was very reluctant, I knew that what Hiratsuka-sensei said made sense.

So, does that mean that the method of seeking help has failed?

No, I have one more trick.

"Mr. Hiratsuka, I remember you still owe me a favor."

I used the favors I had from the school magazine to force Mr. Hiratsuka to participate.

"What?! Didn't we agree to pay off the debt with ramen?"

Hachiman's move really caught Hiratsuka Shizuka off guard. She was so flustered that she even put aside the unlit cigarette in her hand.

"That's just what you said, teacher. I never took the initiative to mention my wishes."

Now I feel like I am a bad guy who is forcing a good girl to submit.

"That won't work either. I've already said that with her grades—"

"Don't worry, I won't ask Mr. Hiratsuka to take the initiative to solve the problem. I just need your help. In short, I am the main force, and you just need to play a supporting role for me."

I stopped the teacher from speaking first, so that she would have no more excuses.

Hiratsuka Shizuya lowered her head as if she had accepted her fate.

"OK then."

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