My youth romance is always confusing

On Monday, the students got rid of the idle weekend and everyone arrived at school with big dark circles under their eyes.

This is especially true of a certain Miss Kawasaki who works part-time at a convenience store on weekends.

But I remember that the owner of the convenience store was a very nice person and she probably wouldn't ask her to work overtime.

Then there is only one answer, could it be that this guy secretly took another part-time job on weekends?

No, last time I pointed out the scholarship issue to her, she should focus all her energy on studying. After all, this does not conflict with her goal of going to college.

It would be better if the thing I asked her to do yesterday could be done.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, perhaps because my gaze was too direct, Saki Kawasaki turned her head and glanced at me without leaving a trace, with a hint of subtlety in her eyes.

This guy seems to be very proactive recently, even though he had been pretending not to see anything in the classroom before.

In order to avoid attracting the teacher's attention, I had no choice but to retreat here.

Mr. Hiratsuka's class was just as ordinary as usual. It didn't make people want to sleep, but it didn't arouse their interest either.

Well, maybe all Chinese classes are like this.

After school, I brought Mitsuki to the club room, and Yukinoshita was the only one in the room.

"Is Yuigahama's study session not over yet?"

A sound suddenly rang out in the overly quiet club room, startling Yukino.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she wanted to lecture the person in front of her for such rude behavior.

But she thought about how Hachiman was busy with the judo club, so she gave up the idea.

After all, those who take others have short hands, and those who eat others have short mouths.

There is always a small price to pay for having someone do work for you.

Yukino put down the book in her hand and spoke in an emotionless voice, like a snow girl who had just walked out of the forest.

"You should know Yuigahama-san's academic performance. Besides, as her classmate, you should know more about this matter than I do."

"I don't care about her."

I don't have much energy to care about club activities.

Of course, I would never dare to say this, otherwise Minister Snow Girl’s eyes would kill me a thousand times.

Miyue seemed not to notice the two people talking. She took out her elementary school textbook and reviewed her lessons on the table.

Yukino sighed helplessly, as if she had seen something that shouldn't exist in this world.

"Yuigahama-san's study session is until this weekend, but she said she'll be coming to watch the judo club's competition, and she'll be bringing someone from your class."

"The people in the class..."

Ebina and Miura? That's really her style.

However, the main reason why those two people were willing to come was probably because Ye Shan was among the participants.

It seems that inviting Ye Shan to participate in the competition was a correct decision, because there are definitely more people coming to watch the game than just them.

Yukinoshita's eyes swept across the empty room, paused on Mitsuki who was studying peacefully, and then fell on me.

Well, still as cold as ever.

Really, if that's the case, why don't you turn off the air conditioner? There are cheap and easy-to-use ice-making machines anyway.

Without Yuigahama to moderate the atmosphere between us, I couldn't get used to the stiff atmosphere in the club room.

After a long while, Yukinoshita suddenly broke the silence in the room and asked.

"How's the preparation for the game going?"

"what?"

Don't speak suddenly, it's scary.

"Don't you understand what people are saying? Bi Qu Gu?"

"Hey, can you speak a little more politely? I'm the one doing the work, and you even called me by the wrong name."

But I have to say, this kind of Yukinoshita is the person I know.

I put my schoolbag casually near my feet.

"The preliminary preparations are almost complete, and we've also prepared something that might be interesting."

Looking at Hachiman's face with a faint smile, Yukino's eyes moved slightly.

"Something interesting?"

"Ah, you'll know when the time comes."

Oh, you stupid woman who only knows how to order her subordinates not to work, cheer up and look forward to it.

The special building after school, which was usually used for watching indoor basketball games, was now packed with people.

We promoted today's game several days in advance.

In a place like school where there are basically no entertainment activities, students are a group of people who are quite willing to join in the fun.

Especially when there are star players like Ye Shan participating in the competition.

As I approached the venue, the noise coming from the surrounding stands made me frown.

Hey, are you guys flies emitting hormones? Why are you buzzing around before the game even starts?

Really, where did the stereotype that Japanese people are rule-abiding come from? If it were true in an advertisement, we could sue them for false advertising.

Because we are the auxiliary team of the Judo Club, our service department reserves an area around the venue, so we don’t have to climb up to the stands like those spectators, which is also a special benefit.

Yukinoshita stood there helping the Judo Club count the number of teams present for the competition. There were a total of eight teams participating in this competition. Excluding my team and Hayama's team, the Judo Club also sent two teams to participate.

But I asked Chengshan to make arrangements in advance, so that when they meet our team, they will give us some space.

But this is not necessary. After all, we are responsible for arranging the draw for the opponents. At that time, we can directly arrange for the two teams to meet in the semi-finals and eliminate one team without leaving any trace, which will also reduce a lot of pressure on us.

I'm more concerned about the people involved than that.

Looking around, I didn't see any sign of Hayama. I could only see Zaimokuza, who had arrived late, sitting on a chair nearby and taking a rest.

"I remember that Ye Shan did say that he would be late because of club activities..."

I looked towards the stands which were gradually becoming more and more crowded.

Perhaps because they had been bored for about a month, and because this judo competition was almost the last large-scale event on campus before summer vacation, there were many more spectators than expected.

"Ha...ha, Hachiman, what are you asking me to do?"

It took a long time for Zaimokuza to catch his breath in his seat, like a potato just pulled out of the ground.

I don’t know if this appearance of his will be of any use later.

But as the person who contacted him, I still felt it necessary to briefly explain things to him before the game started.

"Nothing, just a judo match. You just need to use your physical strength to defeat your opponent."

"Guhei! What are you talking about, Hachiman? I've never heard of such a competition!"

"It doesn't matter. It's about to start. If you don't want to be a deserter, get ready quickly."

Perhaps the word "deserter" hurt Zaimokuza's weak self-esteem during his middle school years, and he quickly lowered his head and adjusted his breathing.