My youth romance is always confusing

After resolving the Kawasaki incident, I was ready to open the door with the fatigue of getting up early.

"Click."

Along with the appearance of the scenery behind the door, the father who was putting on his shoes in the entrance hall also appeared.

"Hmm? Hachiman, you went out this morning?"

"Uh...hmm."

But it seemed that my dad didn't want to say much to me. He looked very anxious. He walked past me, walked out of the house, and got into the car.

Is this true? It’s not even six o’clock yet. Even if you go out early and come back late, you can’t leave this early.

It's not a special profession.

I returned to the living room with doubts, intending to solve my breakfast problem.

But rarely, a middle-aged woman was already busy in the kitchen.

I knew who it was just by looking at his back.

Hikigaya Ryoko.

My mom.

"Hmm? Yun San, did you forget something?"

Lingzi was still staring at the breakfast in the pot. She only heard the sound behind her and thought that her husband had forgotten something.

But after a while, she felt a little strange that the person behind her didn't say anything.

"Hachiman? You're out so early?"

Lingzi looked back and saw that it was her son sitting on the sofa and rummaging with his schoolbag.

"Oh, Mom."

I responded casually and continued to look for the test paper that the teacher assigned yesterday. It would be difficult if I forgot to bring it.

Lingzi didn't say anything about Hachiman's perfunctory attitude.

As for my son, he is used to being left alone. If it were a girl like Komachi, he might say a few words, but for a boy, forget it.

But apart from talking about things in life, I still need to give some advice on other matters.

"You know about your father, right?"

"Well, I roughly understand the affairs of the Takamiya family and Mitsuki."

I stopped moving my hands around in my schoolbag.

"Dad has been busy lately, probably because of this."

You went out so early just now.

Lingzi's eyes moved, but her hands did not stop working.

"Your dad is a little busy lately. You'll have to take care of Komachi or Mitsuki's affairs."

"Well, of course, I would do it without you telling me."

On weekdays, the mother and son have very few opportunities to meet. Maybe only on weekends when Hachiman gets up early can he see Lingzi once or twice.

After a few bland remarks, a strange awkwardness spread between the mother and son.

"I'm going back to the house first."

But now, rather than communicating, I want to be alone and quiet.

The issue with Kawasaki has been resolved on my side, and I don't know how things are going over there with Yukinoshita and the others.

Not to mention the subsequent grouping for workplace internships.

Ahhh, this is so troublesome.

Really, who is the reason why I am so busy?

The image of a violent female teacher in an evening gown emerged in my mind.

It’s...pretty nice. I’ll forgive you this time, hum.

I lay on the bed for a while, and when I went out again, the clock on the wall had already pointed to seven o'clock, and my mother in the kitchen was nowhere to be seen. She must have gone to work.

The breakfast on the table was covered with a lid to keep it warm, but on a summer morning it shouldn't be a problem if it wasn't covered.

After picking up the bread and sausage and taking a few bites, Komachi's door was opened.

Komachi rubbed her face and saw Hachiman in the living room.

"Brother? You got up very early today."

She didn't even wash her face or brush her teeth. She just walked over, sat down, and stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth.

"How's the situation with Kawasaki-senpai?"

"Don't worry, it's basically been resolved."

"Hey~ You solved it so quickly, you really are my brother."

It's only been a few days since I took over the task from Kawasaki Daishi, so it's probably only been two days at most.

"It seems like you are very suitable for this kind of mission. Is it because you have a lot of experience?"

"I would rather not have this experience if I could help it."

I picked up the cup of milk and drank up the milky liquid inside.

"Hiccup~"

"Brother, you drink too fast."

"You'd better eat quickly, it's getting late."

In order to avenge Komachi for not waking me up and making me late, I chose to go to school alone today.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Kawasaki yawning uncontrollably.

Who made her work so late?

But before I could even take a few glances, I was glared back at by her ferocious eyes.

Hey, hey, is this how you treat someone who helped you? You should be a little more polite.

It turns out that women are troublesome.

After spending a morning that was no different from any other, I chose to go to the rooftop during my lunch break to enjoy my lunch today.

After all, the guys who usually occupy the rooftop and can only shout "vivi" are now discussing workplace internships in the classroom.

I have to take advantage of this good opportunity and enjoy it.

But when I opened the iron door leading to the rooftop, a young girl was already standing there.

She had a high ponytail tied at the back of her head with a hint of blue at the ends, and her coat was still tied loosely around her waist.

Without a doubt, it's Saki Kawasaki.

I deliberately increased the volume of my footsteps so that she could hear them as she was standing in front of me with her back to me.

Kawasaki heard some noise behind him and glanced over. When he found out it was Hachiman, he continued to stare at the playground below.

It was originally a meaningless action, but because the person doing it was so beautiful, it seemed to have some deep meaning.

But I won’t fall into this trap constructed by appearance.

You know, I have to give my all in every battle with that woman Yukinoshita, otherwise I would probably have nightmares about her smug look after she wins.

They can be called the nightmare duo along with "I dreamed of marrying Hiratsuka-sensei".

"What are you going to do about that?"

Although the method was given to her in the end, it was still her business how to do it.

As for why I am asking now, it is probably something that can be called "after-sales".

If the item breaks down right after purchase, it will be a headache for the customer.

In order to maintain the credibility of the 'Service Department', I'd better ask.

"this..."

Kawasaki was about to say, "This seems to have nothing to do with you," but when the words came to his lips, he realized that this seemed to be closely related to Hachiman.

She sighed resignedly.

“I’m pretty much done with that job.”

"almost?"

"Ah, the owner of that store is quite optimistic about me. After I explained the reason, she was willing to invite me to work part-time during the summer vacation, but forget about it during normal times."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so reasonable."

In that case, I feel relieved.

I took out the bread and sat aside to eat it.

"That... that."

For some reason, Kawasaki's face turned a little red and his speech began to stutter.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Thank...thank you very much."

Kawasaki's expression looked a little strange, as if he was forcing out words that were originally difficult to say.

It's just a thank you, there's nothing more I can say.

"Nothing, just someone entrusted me with this."

She made it impossible for me to eat.

"I didn't expect Dazhi to ask you for help. His affairs should be blamed on me as his elder sister."

Maybe because he talked so much, Kawasaki became more and more fluent.

The girl's hair fluttered in the wind. Her black hair, which was originally neatly tied together, was now a little messy.

However, these messes did not hinder her beautiful face, but rather added a touch of mystery to it.

Of course, to me, this girl in front of me is no longer mysterious.

I learned these things from different people, whether she was at school, at home or at work.

In general...she is a serious girl who doesn't know how to express her feelings.

"Don't worry, I'm not helping him because of him. I'm helping him simply because Komachi came to ask for a favor."

As I spoke, I devoured the bread in big mouthfuls.

"So, you don't need to feel too burdened. To me, this is just a club activity."

I put the trash in my pocket and prepared to leave.

"That's it."

Now, Kawasaki’s affairs are completely over.

Another afternoon spent at school.

Following the school bell, I headed to the service club.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw two sad faces.

Yuigahama goes without saying. Although Yukinoshita always has a sullen face, as her opponent, I can still see her emotional changes.

"It looks like you're in trouble."

"Eh? Xiaoqi! You're here!"

Yuigahama seemed very happy to see Hachiman.

I don't know if he was happy to see Hachiman or because someone finally came to help.

"Well, actually—"

In fact, Yeshan wanted to stop the chain emails from spreading further, but the more he investigated, the stronger his resistance became. Yukinoshita wanted to find out the culprit, but Yeshan didn't want to do that, so gradually, Yeshan and the Service Club reached a stalemate.

"It's clearly a relationship between a client and a client..."

Yuigahama lay on the table with a droopy face, like a piece of melted ice cream, completely exhausted.

I was just about to comment on this, but my phone suddenly rang.

At this time? Who's calling?

I took out my cell phone and found it was my dad calling.

Dad?

The image of my father hurrying out the door in the morning flashed before my eyes.

I guess it’s not a good thing.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

The slightly gloomy tone of the father on the other end of the phone came through.

"Hachiman? Can you come over now? To the place I brought you to last time."

really.

My heart sank when I heard what my dad said.

Could it be...

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