My youth romance is always confusing

"Bye, Xiaoqi."

"Oh, take care of yourself too."

After seeing Miura, Yuigahama and the others off, I stood in front of the car and looked at Mr. Hiratsuka.

"Hahaha, no matter what, you still had a good time today, Hikigaya."

The female teacher patted the back of her head with her perfectly plump hands.

"Yeah, but I was completely fooled by the teacher today."

"Haha, isn't it nice to come here once in a while?"

Although I exposed her purpose, the female teacher showed no sign of remorse.

As it had just rained yesterday, the June sky was pure and clear, with only a few lonely clouds drifting high in the sky.

One of the clouds slowly approached the sun, completely ignoring the scorching sun. It blocked the scorching heat with its shadow and brought a brief shade to the earth.

Shizuka Hiratsuka put down her hands that were originally used to block the sun and raised her head to a place where there was no glaring sunlight.

"Hey, Hikigaya."

I was enjoying this moment of coolness when I was suddenly mentioned by the teacher.

"Hmm? What's wrong, teacher?"

Maybe it’s because I’m too relaxed, there’s a hint of laziness in my voice.

But at least it's good weather, so let me, a suffering guy, enjoy it for a while.

Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned against the car. Such a refreshing and comfortable moment reminded her of that night.

"Huh, Hikigaya, didn't you notice that you laughed a lot today?"

"Ah? Really? I remember being teased a lot."

The teacher and the student were talking to each other casually, just like two people lying on the grass.

Unfortunately, there is no grass here, only cold cars.

"This is the first time in my memory that they came here just for you, of course, including Miura Ebina and the others."

When I heard those two names, I also felt incredible at this moment.

"Well, I really didn't expect them either."

Feeling that this position was not very comfortable, I adjusted my shoulders and continued to lean against the car door.

The conversations between people continued, and the clouds in the sky did not stop moving.

Hearing what Hachiman said, Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and looked at him.

"The fact that those two people can let go of their emotions in front of you shows that they already regard you as a true friend. What's more, they are here for you."

Mr. Hiratsuka is right. Everyone at that unwritten banquet was expressing their emotions, which was decisively different from the girls in my class at that time. Compared to high school, they seem to be more real here now.

That's why I feel strange.

"Not only them, in fact, Yui Hama and Kawasaki are not people I know very well."

The more I think about this kind of thing, the more my head hurts.

Looking at Hachiman's worried expression as he thought about something, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly burst into laughter.

"Teacher, what are you laughing at?"

My train of thought was interrupted by the female teacher, and the original thoughts on my face turned into helplessness.

"Hmm? Nothing much. I just think I did the right thing by throwing you into the Service Club."

The female teacher stopped laughing and looked carefully at the young face in her memory.

Hachiman, who didn't understand Hiratsuka Shizuka's intention, could only wait quietly for her to continue explaining.

"Although your current life is perfect and what you pursue, for the people who have been with you throughout your growth, the changes are subtle and the difference is not very obvious."

"It's like a parent watching their child grow up. If the child grows up slowly, it's hard for the parents to notice. Only when they compare the old photos do they suddenly realize that the child has grown so much."

After hearing Hiratsuka-sensei's explanation, I understood what she meant.

"I see."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's right hand rested on Hachiman's face, and that look contained a tenderness and loneliness that had never been there before.

"So seeing you now, I can be more sure that my original decision was correct."

Without giving Hachiman a chance to reply, Hiratsuka Shizuka left in a cool manner.

"Really? You say such cool things. No wonder you're single."

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When I got home, I saw Yukinoshita curled up on the sofa watching TV.

"If you're sick, just stay in bed."

Hearing Hachiman talking behind her, Yukino shifted her attention from the animal world on TV.

"Ah, isn't this the frog who left his sick wife to go out and have fun?"

Yukino deliberately mocked Hachiman with a sly smile.

I casually put the keys on the coffee table and chose a good place to sit down.

"Don't make fun of me. I've been given a good beating by your sister. Where is she?"

There was no trace of Yukinoshita Haruno around, so I looked into the inner room.

Yukino sneered when she saw Hachiman's actions.

"Don't look for her anymore. My sister has already gone back."

"It's a shame that guy didn't come here for work, but it's indeed like her style."

Hachiman picked up a small fan and fanned his face.

Yukino turned off the TV.

"Don't you know? My sister explained the situation to Mikazuki, and they generously gave us a few more days."

Ah, that guy.

The image of Mikazuki Nanami immediately appeared in my mind.

No wonder that guy emailed me this morning.

Wait, Yukinoshita Haruno’s excuse isn’t going to be the same illness again, right?

"Come to think of it, I did receive an email from the lady across the street this morning."

I took out the email and showed it to Yukinoshita.

Yukino just took a glance and didn't look down.

"Hey~ Miss Mikazuki has a really good relationship with you. Not only did she give you the green light, she also sent you an email to say hello."

Hey, are you a jealous person? Besides, it's no use getting angry with me.

Without paying any more attention to the jealous situation, I took the ingredients from the refrigerator and walked towards the kitchen.

"Someone is feeling guilty and not replying."

Yukino turned around and leaned her head on the edge of the sofa. Her plump body was completely hidden by the back of the sofa, leaving only a small head looking at Hachiman's back.

"I just don't want to waste time. What are you having for lunch?"

"casual."

These two words are the most difficult to deal with.

But this is Hikigaya Hachiman, how can this be difficult for him?

He is really casual in that way.

So he cut potatoes, tomatoes, pumpkin and other ingredients into pieces and threw them directly into the pot.

"Your..."

Seeing her husband really do this, Yukino was speechless.

It really is casual.

The vegetable and beef cubes were slowly stewing in the pressure cooker, and Hachiman had nothing to do.

I just sat back on the sofa and watched TV with Yukino.

After having a lunch of a local specialty stew, Hachiman sent Yukino back to her room.

"You should go back and get some rest. When your sister came, she also sat in the living room and used the air conditioning for the whole morning."

This left Yukino speechless and she could only go back and lie down on the bed obediently.

It's finally done. After making arrangements with Hiratsuka-sensei and Yukinoshita, all that's left is to pick up little Yuna in the evening.

I lay on the bed in the study like a salted fish.

"You get mail~"

Who is it again?

I opened the email with a slightly irritated mood.

FromHayama

To Hachiman

【Did something happen?】

Ah, it was all because of that email from Ebina.

Looking at the message sent by Ye Shan, I knew it must be that email's fault.

Eight: [No, I was playing the King game with Ebina and the others before, and Ebina asked me to post it.]

Ye: [Haha, I see. But it's strange that you would play with them.]

Eight: [Various reasons. What about you? If I remember correctly, you are in the United States. It’s almost midnight now, and you are still not asleep.]

Ye: [I have a day off tomorrow, so don’t worry today. ]

All I know about Hayama are the bits and pieces I heard from Komachi, and the rest are my impressions of him from high school: a nice guy, a popular person, and a handsome guy from the sports department.

There was silence for a long time, and just when I thought the communication was over, Ye Shan's email came again.

Ye: [Is she okay? ]

Although he didn't say it explicitly, there was probably only one woman he could ask like me.

8: [Miura seems very happy today, so there should be no problem.]

Ye: [That's good. It seems that Yumiko gets along well with you guys.]

Eight: [Oh]

Without realizing it, I used one of my 108 special skills - instantly freezing the audience.

I pulled my fingers away from the screen, still thinking about editing.

Never mind, let's just leave it at that.

There was nothing to talk about with Ye Shan in the first place, and too much talk would lead to mistakes.

Ok?

The phone's screen lit up again with new emails.

Ye: [You really changed a lot of people, Miura...Ebina, Yukinoshita, and me. If it weren't for you, I might have listened to my parents' arrangements and stayed in the local area. Now I can live in the United States. To be honest, it is also thanks to you. ]

This guy.

I was looking at my phone and exploring my memories.

After graduation, Hayato Hayama went to the United States to study law. His father is a lawyer, and no one knows why he insisted on going abroad.

8: [It has nothing to do with me. It’s your own choice. ]

Ye: [No, if you hadn’t made the choice at that time, I probably wouldn’t have made the choice either. To some extent, it was you who led me.]

Oops, this involves things that I don’t understand.

Hikigaya 108's special trick of getting away with it is activated!

eight:【......】

Ye: [Haha, that's your style indeed. But thanks to you, I am living a good life in the United States. I can pursue what I want, my college life is very fulfilling, and I can continue to enjoy my favorite football. I am very happy.]

Eight: [Really? Then keep working hard.]

Ye: [I’ll lend you my auspicious words.]

On the other side of the distant United States, Ye Shan put down the phone in his hand.

"Hey, Ye Shan, you're still sending emails so late, is it to your girlfriend?"

A sturdy white man was talking to Ye Shan.

“Haha, don’t make fun of me, John, I was emailing my friend from high school.”

Ye Shan, who still had blonde hair, patiently explained to his roommate with a sunny smile.

John leaned over the blanket and asked curiously, "Friend? Male or female?"

"Of course it's a man."

"Hey, that's boring."

After knowing that the person who sent the email was a man, John turned over and met his goddess again in his dream.

After dealing with his roommate, Ye Shan looked out the window with a nostalgic smile.

His gaze passed through the dark night sky and drifted into the distance where there were no stars.