My youth romance is always confusing

After clearing out the first person who was there to make up the numbers, Yukino questioned Ebina's decision.

Of course, her action naturally caused dissatisfaction among others.

"Hey, whose answer did you say was unqualified?"

The Fire Queen once again bared her fangs at the Ice Queen, but this time it was because of the other party's provocation.

The temperature in the air dropped a few degrees again, and I, sitting on the side, could feel the sudden cold storm.

Hey, Yuigahama, is it true that your air conditioner is broken?

"No, I'm just judging based on common sense. Can something you drew that looks like jelly really be called a watermelon?"

Yukino pointed at Miura's drawing paper and asked a sharp question.

Indeed, even from my point of view, the unidentified blocks piled together on Miura's drawing paper are far from ideal.

But the current topic does not involve me, so I decided to stand aside and watch the fire from the other side with Xiao Meiyue.

Moreover, in a sense, I even hope that the fire will get bigger and bigger. A scene like this of a two-person showdown is rare in a few years.

The last time I saw you was last month.

"What do you know? It's just watermelon cut into small pieces. That's how I eat it at home."

Halfway through his speech, Miura was still tapping the paper with his pen in his hand with great confidence.

Cut into pieces? This is really a lady-like way of eating. Could it be that Miura is also a hidden lady?

I took a look at Yukinoshita's drawing paper. On it was the most traditional fan-shaped watermelon, just like the one in Mitsuki's hand, which was cut into pieces.

He really is a member of a big family.

"Ahem, generally speaking, Yumiko's painting is acceptable. Let's just say she passed this time."

When Yukino and Miura were having a silent eye contact, it was Ebina who stepped forward to stop the behavior from escalating.

However, what she did seemed a bit biased.

As a member of the service club present, I thought it would be better for me to say something.

"Well, Ebina-san, I think it would be better to come up with some keywords that are more widely recognized when giving questions next time, preferably ones that have real objects."

Because this will make everyone's paintings more similar and more in line with the requirements of the game.

If everyone's paintings were all weird, there would be no need to distinguish them.

It seems that my suggestion was accepted, Ebina kept nodding his head.

"Hmm, that sounds like a very constructive suggestion, Hikigaya-kun."

The girl dragged her feet and kept wandering in front of everyone. After a while, she seemed to have decided on some key words, and she murmured, "It's better to have a specific image..."

Taking advantage of this time, everyone put on their blindfolds again and waited for the referee's new questions.

I was bored and playing with the pen on the table. I could vaguely hear the breathing of Xiao Meiyue who was sitting next to me.

Her breathing was not as long as an adult's, but rather short and rapid. If you listened carefully you could tell the difference between her and Yukinoshita.

"Well then. Please listen to the question!"

After a while, our great judge Ebina finally started to speak out her topic.

What kind of topic is this that requires so much time to think about?

"The third question is--Hikigaya-kun!"

Ebina's somewhat overly energetic voice echoed in the slightly empty room, causing everyone to be startled for a moment.

"Clap."

The pen in my hand slipped onto the table at some point, making a crisp sound.

Hey! Ebina! This is not what I meant by 'having a concrete image'!

But the question had already been given, and there was no way I could walk up to her and cover her mouth, or ask her to change a key word.

This guy is not trying to make me look bad on purpose.

I held the pen and hesitated, but people around me had already started writing.

Especially Xiao Meiyue, the sound of her writing furiously is particularly clear in my ears.

Forget it, never mind. Based on my memory of what I had drawn on the composition paper before, I blindfolded myself and scribbled on the paper.

After several people racked their brains to draw a bunch of weird things for this inexplicable keyword, Ebina, who was standing in the stands, gave an order.

"Okay! Stop writing!"

She came over and looked through everyone's drawing papers.

Even though she wanted to watch the fun, she was surprised by what they painted on it.

These guys...what are they drawing?

In her opinion, all these things should be passed, and everything each person draws can be regarded as a secret code.

But as a 'professional' referee, she has to enforce the law fairly even if the quality of the contestants varies.

"Ok?"

By the time I took off my blindfold as Ebina instructed, the whiteboard in front of me was already filled with the five of us drawing papers.

I immediately found the one that belonged to me.

Because what I draw is so easy to recognize.

"Anyway, everyone passes."

The expressionless girl transformed into a cold-faced devil, announcing the death sentence of everyone's works at the podium.

But strangely, this time no one jumped out to question Ebina's decision.

Yuigahama stared at her drawing paper, her face twitching uncontrollably.

—Aaaaaah, how on earth did I draw something like that!

Moreover, she was not the only one who thought so. Even Yukino, who was always elegant, couldn't help but hold her forehead.

There was no other way, there was no time, so she could only draw that kind of thing.

"Ahem, first of all, I should praise Hikigaya-kun for his excellent painting."

No one had any objection to this, because among the five drawings hanging on the whiteboard, only Hachiman's was the most complete, even with details.

On the white A4 paper, a brown bear appears vividly.

Even I didn't expect that I could draw like this. In fact, I just roughly drew it according to the image in my mind. I thought it would be good enough if it could take shape. I didn't expect to be able to do it to this extent. Maybe I have this hidden talent for painting.

Shifting my gaze to the left, the first thing that caught my eye was Mitsuki's painting.

There was nothing on the white curtain except a ball. Oh, it seemed that the painting was about me playing ball with her before.

But in Ebina's opinion, this was just an ordinary ball, no wonder he passed it.

"Um, Yukinoshita-san, can you explain what this fish means?"

Holding everyone's drawing papers, Ebina looked past Yuigahama, whose drawing was invisible, and set his sights on Yukino.

A dead fish was lying on her answer sheet. The body of the fish was depicted very simply, but the eyes of the fish looked very vivid.

Such a detailed proportion must have been drawn by hand, little by little.

But regardless of what the painting was like, Ebina was very curious about why she drew a fish.