My youth romance is always confusing

Club activity time.

Yuigahama was sitting in the club room, planning the schedule for the birthday party with her cell phone, writing and drawing on the white paper next to her, looking like she was thinking.

After she got tired of writing, she pulled Xueno aside and whispered to discuss the many entertainment activities she had just listed.

"Yuigahama-san, I think the two items 'Go to Saizeriya' and 'Go to the cafe' have too much overlap."

As Yuigahama's department manager, Yukino puts all her efforts into planning her birthday party.

But why did she occasionally raise her head as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself?

Maybe everyone has their own little secrets, so it’s better not to ask about them.

As the only boy in the club, now I can only sit on the stool and wait for them to arrange everything.

In fact, I do the same when I go out. If I go out with others, I will completely let them make the arrangements and just follow their lead.

But if I were to act alone, I would make a careful action plan, and then constantly compare the time with the densely packed schedule, and would not set off until I was sure everything was correct.

In a sense, I am also a person with strong action ability, right?

Looking at Xiao Meiyue reviewing her books silently by herself, I felt myself suddenly become quiet as well.

Gradually, only the voices of Yuigahama and Yukinoshita remained in the club room.

“duangduangduang!”

Before I had time to sink into the ocean of knowledge, the sound of something heavy knocking on the door spread throughout the room.

I subconsciously looked at our Minister, only to find that he and Yuigahama were also looking at me.

This means let me open the door.

Damn, why do boys have to be treated like this?

I wish I were a girl.

With some dark thoughts in mind, I put down the book in my hand and walked towards the door.

At this moment, there was another heavy breathing sound coming from outside the door.

The wheezing sound reminded me of Kamakura at home.

However, if a person makes such a sound, it must be very difficult.

In the office, the only sounds were my footsteps and the breathing outside the door. Every time my footsteps hit the ground, everyone's heartbeat occurred.

Finally, I arrived at the door of the department room.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

After repeatedly telling myself that I was a brave man who could save the world, I mustered up the courage to open the door.

"Hachi...Hachiman Great Bodhisattva!"

"I'm closed."

Looking at the fat man in front of me who was gasping for breath, I immediately felt that I was in trouble.

To be honest, I really want to disappear from this office right now, immediately, or make him disappear from this world.

It’s just that the latter may be illegal, while the former will only cause some loss of face.

"Why are you panting like this?"

Zaimokuza in front of me was still wearing that heavy windbreaker in this hot summer, wrapping his entire body in it, making me feel hot just looking at him.

He was wearing those fingerless gloves that looked very childish. Could it be that he was still thinking about some random anime ideas during class?

Chuunibyou is really scary.

No matter what, they are guests after all, and it would be embarrassing to keep them standing outside the door.

I still welcomed him in.

The main thing is that if I just stand at the door and communicate, firstly, I will be very tired of standing, and secondly, others will think that our club is doing something shameful and that’s why we don’t let others in, which will have a bad influence.

After welcoming the fat man in, the already crowded department room became even more crowded.

Xiao Meiyue even silently took the book off the desk, then took out her cell phone and pretended not to see Zaimokuza.

As for the two people over there, they were even more excessive. They simply ignored him and went about their own business. There was no trace of the way they had been before when they had gathered together to discuss the birthday party.

Yukinoshita took out a paperback and pretended to read, but don't try to hide it from me. When has it been so long since you've read a book without turning a page? And why are you always secretly looking over here? If you really care so much, you can just come and receive me yourself.

And Miss Tuanzi over there, why don't you even press the keys on your phone now? Weren't you typing very fast before? Is your phone broken? Remember to get it repaired (laughs)

But this is not the most outrageous thing. The most outrageous thing is why do I have to receive this fat guy!

Although I was complaining a lot in my heart, I knew that because of the last time I showed him the manuscript of the novel, the relationship between him and I was already known to everyone in the department.

Oh, Xiao Meiyue probably doesn't know this yet, because she hadn't joined the Service Club at that time.

"Well, I came to you today to discuss something important."

Although it was clear on everyone's faces that they disliked him, Zaimokuza didn't look embarrassed at all and still naturally immersed himself in the role he was playing.

Chuunibyou, how convenient.

“But I don’t really want to hear it…”

The four of us all showed rather subtle expressions, and the three of them even wanted to bury their heads in the books and mobile phones in front of them.

Haha, now you understand the power of my 108th special skill of eliminating presence.

Although now I am the one who is pushed out to take the blame.

"Ahem~ Let's not worry about that for now. I've mentioned before that I want to be a light novel writer."

Zaimokuza's old habit remained unchanged. He still only dared to stare at me when talking, and he didn't even dare to look at Xiao Meiyue.

How afraid is this guy of girls?

"Ah, you mean that. I remember there was such a thing."

Out of kindness, I handed him a stool and asked him to sit down.

Zaimokuza didn't hesitate to sit down in front of the long table with his arms and legs clasped in front of his chest, looking like an ancient general.

Hey, the reason why this guy is wearing a thick coat in such hot weather is probably to make him more immersed in the role of a general.

If you could apply this kind of thinking to writing, you might have become a famous writer long ago.

But speaking of the last incident, that thick stack of novels really brought great trauma to my weak heart. Can that pile of things still be called novels?

It's just a waste of time.

"Woohoo, now I have changed my dream. I want to become a famous game script writer!"

Oh no, this Zaimokuza guy seems to be very proud of himself. I'm afraid he will give another long speech or something. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

"Eh? Wasn't it light before..."

Yuigahama, who loves to join in the fun, couldn't resist the urge to speak, so she put down her phone and interrupted at an inopportune moment.

"Well, it's a long story, but because the income of a light novel writer is too unstable, it's better to be a company employee, so I chose to be a game scriptwriter."

"The reason is really realistic..."

Although I don’t know where his confidence comes from, let’s just assume that he is serious.

"Although your reasons are short, I still reluctantly believe you."

Since several people on the side didn't want to talk to him, I was responsible for receiving him.

But compared to before, after a few words, the atmosphere in the office has eased a lot.

At least the two people over there had put down what they were holding and started listening to what Zaimokuza was saying.

"Hmm, speaking of some scriptwriters--"

"Stop it. We won't read your game outlines or plots anymore."

To avoid making the same mistake again, I chose to interrupt his spell before he could even open his mouth.

But Zaimokuza waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's not what I'm talking about. Although I am very talented in this area--"

What? Talent? How could this word come out of his mouth?

Hey, take it back now. If a guy like you can be called talented, then I am so talented that I am about to fall in love with myself.

Seeing his nasty expression, I even wanted to give him a good punch in the fat face.

Why not just take action.