My youth romance is always confusing

“Ding ding… ding ding.”

As soon as I walked out of the cram school classroom, my cell phone rang urgently.

Who is it that would actually call me? Could it be an insurance salesman?

Shit, where did those guys get my phone number?

"Huh? Komachi?"

"Dude, that's so slow."

"No, no, no, normally you seldom call me, so it's normal that you didn't respond."

"Shut up, stupid brother for not answering your sister's call in time."

"stupid..."

Fortunately, the passers-by around me did not stare at me. Even without a mirror, I could tell that my expression must be quite wonderful.

"You're really disappointing me... What's the matter? You should have just finished your get out of class."

"Ah, you mean that... I'm home now. I'll help Mitsuki and Hiratsuka-sensei with lunch. There's no need for you to rush back, brother."

In the kitchen, Komachi held the phone between her shoulder and the side of her face, and the long spoon in her hand turned along with her fingertips.

He looks like a great chef.

"Oh oh oh!"

Xiao Meiyue shouted at the right time.

It’s just like the audience standing in the audience and interacting with their idols.

But there is a slight difference, most of those viewers are fat otakus like Zaimokuza, while she is a little loli girl.

"Huh? You're not in cram school..."

"School ended early today. The teacher of one of our classes asked for leave and extended the class. We will make up for it tomorrow."

"..."

It turns out that a teacher who is a corporate slave can actually do such a thing.

For a moment, I actually had an impulse and felt that being a teacher was a pretty good choice.

No, Hikiko Hachiman, you can't be tempted!

That's the hell called work.

"So what are you going to do for lunch?"

"tomato."

"..."

I hope Mizuki-chan is okay.

Mmmmm.

My hand holding the phone trembled for a moment, and then I forced a smile on my face.

"Ah... I remember, I still have things to buy today, so you don't need to bring me lunch."

"Huh? Hey! Bro, you're such a picky eater!"

Ignoring Komachi's protests, I decisively hung up the phone.

Stop it, who wants to go home and eat tomatoes? Let’s just have lunch outside.

This is not an escape, it's just playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.

It is the behavior of a wise man.

"Come to think of it... Kawasaki and the other two seem to be eating lunch near the cram school, so it's better to go farther away."

I don’t want to meet my classmates while eating, that would be too embarrassing.

Although it was summer vacation, there didn't seem to be many people on the street.

Perhaps it is the scorching sun above that makes people reluctant to go out.

Even those with strong vitality cannot resist the physical burning magic.

Even the cicadas in the trees seemed to be burnt and had no strength to chirp.

It seems that God does some good things occasionally. I finally get a holiday. If I could see those guys who are "Huha Huha" casually on the street, I would be ready to die immediately.

"But... the weather is really hot. It's only the second half of July."

I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and felt the stone bricks under my feet were hot.

Fortunately, the soles of the shoes I wore were thick enough, otherwise the meat would have been fried on the stone slab.

After enjoying the shade under a tree on the street, I took out my cell phone.

Several huge Arabic numerals were clearly printed on the white screen.

"35 degrees... is this true?"

Compared to those landlocked countries, Japan should be a less hot country, but even so, it has already broken through the 30-degree mark and is steadily moving towards 40 degrees.

Is global warming real?

Or is it the so-called urban heat island effect?

Really, can't people in Chiba use the air conditioning less? They are so inconsiderate.

It’s so hot now, I have to turn on the air conditioner for a while longer when I get home to wash away my burned young heart.

"Trinity Ramen... Never mind, I won't eat it today."

Looking at the sign of a small noodle shop on the street, I subconsciously stopped, but then continued to move in another direction.

Even I wouldn't choose to eat a bowl of steaming hot ramen at noon on a hot day.

The ramen was delicious, but exceptional for a 35 degree day at noon.

Sure enough, in the hot summer, it is better to eat some food at room temperature to improve your appetite.

"Um...then this one will be fine."

I was starving and too lazy to continue looking for food on the street, so I went straight into a Saizeriya store.

I have to say that this style of restaurant is really versatile, and you can have breakfast, lunch, or dinner here.

"Hello, one omelette rice and one black pepper beef tenderloin pasta."

"OK, just a second."

The waitress left the table very gracefully with a smile on her face.

Ahaha... You are so well-mannered that you can even keep smiling at me. This is indeed Japan, with its frighteningly high commercialization rate.

Even though it was just a formal smile.

Saizeriya served the food very quickly. I took this opportunity to glance inside the neat and tidy store, but I saw a figure that surprised me a little.

"Hmm? That's..."

Four girls in Sobu High School uniforms were sitting in the corner of the restaurant, talking and laughing.

Of course, there was no awkward situation like running into acquaintances while eating. I was just a little surprised to see students wearing school uniforms during the summer vacation.

But among the four girls, one looked particularly out of place.

She was a girl with short flaxen hair and light makeup on her face. She looked very youthful.

But if you look closely, you can see that she always seems to be unable to keep up with the conversation of the other three.

Or...the other three were intentionally excluding her so that she couldn't keep up with their conversation.

Tsk, so that’s why I say…girls’ world is hard to understand.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Here are your omelette rice and pasta."

Just as I was still glancing at the people behind me, the waiter who had just left came back and brought up two large plates.

Well, it is certain that the food is served so quickly, it must be semi-finished products or pre-prepared dishes.

But considering the price and acceptable taste...

Forget it, at least I can fill my stomach.

"Senior Hayama's match was really cool. He was so stylish. He was able to hold his own against such an opponent."

"Really? It's so stylish!"

A familiar name suddenly appeared in the voice coming from behind.

Hayama...ah, I think you're talking about the judo club competition a few days ago.

Did these girls also go over to see it at that time?

Oh no, he won’t recognize me, um...Okay, I guess I’m just worrying too much.

How could these young girls with sparkling eyes notice someone like me?

But since even these lower grade students noticed the game, doesn't it mean that the publicity we organized was quite successful?

"Hmm...the black pepper sauce is a bit salty."

Really, please make it taste good.