My youth romance is always confusing

Tutoring is an activity that still follows school rules during extracurricular time.

In order to improve their academic performance and gain an advantage in the entrance examination, people spontaneously choose this method.

But as the education industry has shrunk in recent years, competition among students has intensified.

Except for those high school students who do not wish to continue their studies, the vast majority of the remaining students will choose to attend cram schools during the holidays.

Despite many policies issued by the government over the years, it has not been able to stop this wave of learning.

Well... after saying so much, I just want to make one thing clear, that is, the so-called cram school is where students gather together.

Well, in such a place, it is natural that some unexpected things will happen, just like what is happening now.

"Ebina, it's too crowded..."

"Kawasaki-san has such a great figure, that's why it feels so crowded."

Yes, there is one thing I failed to consider.

Since high school students appear in cram schools, it is natural that students from Sobu High School, who are preparing to go on to high school, will appear here even more.

Especially since this cram school is the closest one to Sobu High School.

Now, the girl named Ebina is rubbing against Kawasaki's side, sitting together like two best friends.

By the way, the seats in the cram school were three per table, and I happened to sit on the outermost side between the two of them.

To be honest, I really know very little about this girl with glasses. I only know that she often hangs out with Yuigahama.

He also says some strange things from time to time, and seems to be a difficult person to get along with.

"No, I think you're too close and it's a bit hot."

Kawasaki is not the type of person like Yuigahama who likes to watch the atmosphere. The moment he felt uncomfortable, he pushed Ebina to the wall.

There is more than enough space for the seats. Even though the Kawasaki is quite large, it won’t be crowded with people sitting in it.

Well, there was certainly the factor that Ebina deliberately came close to him, but there was also the fact that Kawasaki took the initiative to distance himself from someone.

So am I a dangerous person?

Do I look like one of those gangsters who drives a black car in the middle of the night and uses alcohol as a code name?

"Kawasaki-san's statement is so direct!"

A noisy sound came from the side again.

But having said that, there was not a trace of disgust on Ebina's face.

If she wasn't a natural performer, it meant that this person and Kawasaki might be a good match.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen Ebina interact with anyone outside of the Xianmichi group at school.

What? Everyone lives in their own little circle, even the popular ones are no exception.

The curriculum of the cram school is very tight and very similar to the teaching mode of school.

From 9am to 12pm, there is a one-hour break at noon, and another hour of classes in the afternoon.

This is equivalent to four hours of tutoring every day. The remaining time can be spent studying in the tutoring class’s study room or going home.

It is a more humane choice.

After the morning class, I went to the nearest convenience store feeling hungry.

“I didn’t expect there was fried noodle bread here too.”

But unfortunately, there is no max coffee, so some of the sugar for thinking is missing.

"You actually brought your own lunch."

“Save what you can.”

Kawasaki sat on a bench in the courtyard, holding a lunch box and eating heartily.

Well, her way of eating is also very heroic, and the portion... should be more than twice that of a normal girl.

Even under the gaze of outsiders, Saki Kawasaki did not feel shy at all and continued to enjoy her lunch calmly.

"You are a boy and you only eat one piece of bread?"

Kawasaki glanced at the fried noodles bread in my hand, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Eat something simple and go back to eat with my family in the afternoon."

That’s right, leaving aside Komachi, Mitsuki hasn’t eaten yet at home.

You can't expect Mr. Hiratsuka to cook for the little one.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s troublesome or not, just Hiratsuka-sensei’s cooking skills…

Can a single woman who smokes and drinks all day really cook?

I'm afraid I'll just have to eat lunch at the supermarket every day or go to a pub for dinner.

"Oh, your sister, right? I mean the younger one."

Since Mitsuki and I went to school together, our relationship was no secret in the class.

Especially that child who followed Teacher Hiratsuka all day long, and students could see her whenever they went to the office.

Of course, few people care about me.

"Ah, I'm always worried about leaving her alone at home."

“It’s really hard for you.”

Because the students in the cram school are all high school students, these energetic guys will not behave themselves even outside of school.

Several students with colorful hair walked by the street, talking and laughing.

So, why do high school students dye their hair?

It doesn’t look good and it damages your hair.

I'll ask Yuigahama next time I get a chance, she should be able to resonate with these people.

"Hey, you two, hide out here and have lunch."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Kawasaki's body suddenly tensed up when he heard the sound.

It was as if he had encountered his natural enemy.

"Umi...Ebina..."

Hey, Ms. Kawasaki, why are you stuttering all of a sudden?

Were you very talkative when you were chatting with me just now?

Or is it because the person you are chatting with is an insignificant person, so you can open your heart freely?

A big victory over Qigu Tree Hole.

"Hey, Kawasaki-san eats a lot."

Ebina didn't consider himself an outsider at all. He came closer to Kawasaki's lunch box and looked at it again and again, with a smile on his face.

Yeah, I've seen this look on her face.

This is what she looked like when I teased Yuigahama before.

It seems like these two guys really hit it off.

"Ah... I lost too much weight some time ago, so I have less muscle mass, so..."

Kawasaki twisted her hair around her fingers, and the black hair was curled into several circles at her fingertips. She didn't dare to look Ebina in the eye.

Hello, your hair is calling for help.

"Muscles?! Kawasaki-san is truly extraordinary!"

Hearing this, Ebina threw out two flash bombs from behind his glasses, which were so dazzling that they could not be more dazzling.

Well, it’s not that I can’t understand it.

The word "muscle" rarely appears in girls' descriptions, especially in high school girls.

"Forehead..."

"Let me see where Kawasaki-san's muscles are... hehe."

Police? Someone is making strange noises here.

Ebina approached Kawasaki with ill intentions, and slid his fingertips back and forth on Kawasaki's gray coat, like a fashion designer taking measurements for a customer.

Maybe this guy unexpectedly has a talent in this area.