My youth romance is always confusing

Shizuka Hiratsuka was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, wondering what she was thinking about.

The two younger sisters ran to Yukinoshita's side as soon as they entered the house, and they seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

"Where are my things?"

When he saw me coming over, Mr. Hiratsuka suddenly asked in a low voice beside me.

——It was torn down by Yuna-chan a long time ago.

But it would be a bit too much for me to say so.

So I planned to muddle through.

"Ah, it's in my room. I'll put yours and mine together and send them over later. By the way, did you really not prepare a gift for that guy Yang No?"

Just briefly mention it and then change the subject, which is exactly my 108 special skill of guiding speech.

I was a little surprised to see Mr. Hiratsuka with empty hands, and I thought what he said yesterday was a joke.

Who knew that Mr. Hiratsuka would admit it so openly.

"Ah, you mean that. I really didn't plan to give it to you. After all, I have given it to you before."

"Ok?"

Have you given it to me? Can birthday presents be given in advance now? Oh, I forgot, Yuna-chan also received a present from Mr. Hiratsuka in advance (laughs).

"Forget it, I'll go see if there's anything else I can help with."

If the teacher doesn't want to say it, then don't say it. After all, it's a matter between her and Yukinoshita Haruno.

"Go, go, get busy."

Can this person act crazy even when drinking coffee?

Ignoring Mr. Hiratsuka's exaggerated movements, I walked towards the crowd over there.

I vaguely heard them talking between girls, and I coughed a few times while standing nearby.

"Cough cough."

"Eh? Bro, you came here without making any noise?"

Komachi, who was the one listening most attentively, was also the one who was most frightened.

"It's obvious that I've left. It's just that you've been focusing too much on other things."

Well, they were talking about cup size just now.

But Komachi, you are not the worst. Someone younger than you is the closest successor to the title of 'under ***'.

Just as I was thinking this, Mitsuki suddenly glanced at me.

Hmm? Have you inherited the title of 'mind-reading monster'? How scary.

"Don't worry about the man over there. It's almost time to prepare the food."

After all, there are quite a lot of things to buy, and the preparation for the meal takes a long time, several hours is not too much.

Yukino took her two younger sisters to the kitchen and took out all the things they had bought. First, the vegetables had to be washed, some parts that needed to be removed had to be removed, and then they had to be cut into pieces for later use. This step alone took more than an hour.

The two idle people, Mr. Hiratsuka and I, sat on the sofa and watched them chatting idly.

"What a surprise! I didn't expect Mitsuki to be so skilled."

I saw that Mitsuki's speed in processing ingredients was far faster than Komachi's, and even a little bit faster than Yukinoshita.

Didn't expect that the lazy beautiful girl could be so powerful when she gets serious?

Hiratsuka Shizuka was not surprised by this.

"What's the big deal? After all, the kid has been training with Yukinoshita since he was young, so this level is not excessive at all."

As she spoke, she recalled that time.

——It’s great, beautiful teenage girls. If I had a daughter, she would be about this age now.

"Dun, dun, dun~"

For some reason, Hiratsuka-sensei started drinking a lot of coffee.

So it's coffee, not wine.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Miss Yang No."

Actually, I don't really like to call her by her name. Most of the time, I refer to her as 'Yukinoshita's sister'. But today, she is here after all, and it would be a bit disrespectful to talk to her like that.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was drinking coffee instead of alcohol to drown her sorrows, stopped what she was doing and said, "That guy just went to Yukinoshita's bedroom and hasn't come out for a long time. Why don't you go and check it out?"

As she spoke, she raised the jar in her hand and indicated where Yukinoshita Haruno was going.

Well, that woman is indeed a bit unreliable.

In order not to alert the enemy, I walked quietly to the bedroom door and listened for any sounds.

There seems to be no movement? Is he asleep?

"Look, brother is doing something bad again."

Komachi said this to Mitsuki who was violently abusing the kidney beans in her hand.

"Don't worry about him. He has been acting weird for a long time."

Yukino threw the vegetables in her hand into the bowl, with no intention of caring about Hachiman at all.

Seeing the hostess's attitude, Komachi and Mitsuki were even more lazy to care.

Secretly, I opened the door a crack, hoping to peek inside to see what the guy was doing.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to see except the lights that were on.

"Huh huh huh~"

However, I could hear Yukinoshita Haruno's voice, so it seemed that she was not asleep.

So I opened the door directly and saw Yukinoshita Haruno sitting on the desk, reading a book with great interest.

Books? I remember that there seemed to be no place for that kind of thing in Yukinoshita's bedroom.

Take a closer look....

Isn’t this the “Absolutely Unforgivable List” that was confiscated from me before? And the person lying next to it is also the little uncle who was taken away at that time.

Damn it, Yukinoshita, couldn’t you just put the book away? How come this guy found it as soon as he came in? Did you sleep with the book in your arms and put it on the bed?

Having been caught, I planned to leave the scene quickly. If this woman saw me, I didn't know how she would make fun of me.

But my wish did not come true.

The voice came one step faster than mine, that of Yukinoshita Haruno.

"Huh? Are you leaving now? There are such interesting things here."

As she spoke, she deliberately waved the book in her hand towards me.

Damn, this is a blatant threat.

Humph, but I'm not afraid of this thing. It's just a list of black history. What can they do if they know it?

Just as I was thinking this, Yukinoshita Haruno held up another book and said in a particularly exaggerated tone: "Oh my, how embarrassing it would be if the two lovely sisters knew that their mature and steady brother would hide a little uncle at home."

Despicable, really despicable. This method of using the love for a sister to bind a brother is so despicable. It is no wonder that this method was thought up by someone who also has a sister complex.

I closed the door to prevent people outside from hearing.

But Yang Nai's voice was a little high before. Although the people outside didn't hear it clearly, they could vaguely hear something.

"Book? What book?"

Komachi was a little confused.

But Yukino knew what was in her room, but considering the occasion, she chose not to say it.

"Books? What else could it be? It's probably his dark history diary or his little uncle's or something."

Unexpectedly, Mitsuki guessed all of them correctly, and Yukino stopped what she was doing in surprise.

Miyue looked awkward as she recalled the things she saw in the study that year.

"Really? Things that shouldn't be shown to children should be kept away. I, a primary school student, could easily see them. It's disgusting."

Even though it was a revelation of Hachiman's past, Mitsuki didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she had known these words for a long time.

"Ah! Brother actually hid those things, little...little uncle or something."

The one who seemed the most shaken was Komachi. Although she knew her brother very well, Hachiman had hidden this aspect very well when she was a child. As for after Komachi entered high school, Yukino took care of Hachiman, saving her a lot of effort.

"Haha, isn't that normal? It wasn't uncommon for teenage boys to have one or two books like this back then."

The one who understood this was the oldest person, Shizuka Hiratsuka. In her era, paper books were still very popular.

Although a few people made a fuss about this matter for a while, they soon jumped into other topics. Maybe it was because this matter was a bit embarrassing no matter how you look at it.

Hachiman in the bedroom was completely unaware of the farce outside, thanks to the excellent sound insulation of the door.

In the bedroom, Yang Nai pretended to flip through the book of the little emperor in his hand, because he had already seen it once before.

"Long black straight hair, long black straight hair, how much do you like long black straight hair?"

There are seven or eight stories in the whole book, all of which are about female protagonists with long black hair, which surprised Yang Noi.

"It's none of your business."

Holding someone else's book, lying on someone else's bed, and asking others, where did you come from? Are you a woman who is so eager to get started?

Yang No tilted her head and thought for a moment, "According to age, there are three black-haired women in the room, fourth grade girls, classmates, and teachers. Ugh~ How disgusting."

She counted the number of people on her fingers and stuck out her tongue after she finished speaking.

This woman!

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