My youth romance is always confusing

"Oh, thank you so much, Hikigaya-kun."

After a while, the three finally arrived at Ebina's destination.

I put the book down and waved my hand. "It's just a small favor. See you later."

Miura opened her mouth as if to thank him as well, but before she could say anything, Hachiman turned and walked away.

"Yumiko, what's wrong?"

Ebina turned around and saw Miura looking a little strange as he wanted to say something but was holding it back.

Miura bit his lip and quickly adjusted his expression.

He stared and tilted his head, "No...Nothing."

"Hmm? Never mind."

Ebina smiled and pretended nothing happened.

"By the way, Ebina, where are we going next?"

"Where to go? Home, of course."

"Going home? Going home right now? Why have we been so hot all day today?"

"Then why don't you accompany me here, Yumiko?"

Miura hesitated again regarding Ebina's invitation.

"Forehead...."

She knew nothing about this and seemed so out of place in this place. Under normal circumstances, she would never come to such a place alone.

But since Ebina said so, and I was exhausted after working for most of the day, it would be a shame to just go back like this.

"That...okay then."

Miura took a deep breath, calmed his somewhat restless heart, and followed Ebina to play in the venue.

Of course, although it was called a trip, in fact, it was just a one-sided trip where Ebina was chasing him around.

The boiling crowd gradually drowned out the figures of the two.

I didn't take the opportunity to continue talking to the two of them, because I knew that it would seem strange if someone with whom I had a casual relationship approached them just to ask for a small favor, especially when I was a gloomy man and the other party were two beauties. I would definitely be suspected of having ulterior motives.

Then when I return to class, some strange rumors will spread.

In order to avoid such an outcome, I quickly distanced myself from the source of the rumor before anything happened.

Although I have helped Ebina, I still need to buy souvenirs for Komachi. What should I buy?

Comics? Figures? Dolls? Postcards?

It seems like she doesn't like it very much.

"Ok?"

As we walked, the crowd in front suddenly became noisy.

Many people gathered in a circle, and some were taking pictures with cameras.

Is it cosplay?

That's normal, after all, this is that kind of place.

Since I was already here, I started to move forward, but halfway through I heard a familiar voice.

"Hmm, how can we tolerate these scoundrels making trouble in the area we rule? Watch out for the knife!"

A fat man in samurai armor was swinging an unsharpened samurai sword in the center of the crowd.

The person on the other side also pretended to be hit and fell to the ground.

He covered his chest with his hands and muttered to himself, "General...General."

Then he closed his eyes, turned his head and pretended to be dead.

——Wow, this is so chuunibyou.

But even though I thought so, the people around me took out their cameras and started taking pictures, and the sound of shutter clicks was endless.

Compared with them, I seem a little bit different.

Could it be said that everyone here has a chuunibyou?

It's scary, I'd better stay away from it.

While thinking about this, I deliberately didn't look at who the fat guy standing in the middle was because I had a bad feeling.

"Hmm? Hey, my friend Hachiman!"

Sure enough, before I could run out of the encirclement, the "warrior" recognized me.

After Zaimokuza's performance, he posed for pictures, but suddenly there was a guy in the crowd who seemed to be running in the opposite direction, which attracted special attention.

"Haha, did you hear about my schedule today and come to support me? Haha."

Although this guy is a bit socially anxious, he is surprisingly able to control the situation with the help of his second year syndrome.

The premise is that he can always maintain his middle school personality.

When I saw that I was recognized, I simply stopped running.

"No, I came here simply because I thought it was interesting."

Actually, she came here to accompany Komachi, but unfortunately she is gone.

I pretended that I wasn't very familiar with Zaimokuza and tried to keep a distance from him.

What a joke! If others also think I have a chuunibyou, I won’t be able to get through it.

"Mom, look, it's Superman the Frog!"

A little girl passing by pulled her mother's sleeve and pointed at Hachiman.

Being called that by the little girl reminded me of the painful memories of being called "frog" by my classmates in the past.

His eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Hey, kid, what are you talking about? Don't think I'll let you go just because you're wearing Sailor Moon's clothes.

The little girl's mother quickly pulled her away.

Humph, you left quickly, otherwise I would definitely let you know what love education is.

After taking pictures of the Zaimokuza for a long time, everyone gradually dispersed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zaimokuza ran to Hachiman's side.

"By the way, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

I was a little stunned when I saw the intimidating-looking armor on him.

Zaimokuza puffed out his chest and showed his armor to Hachiman.

"Yes, I customized this."

"Custom-made? In other words, bought with money?"

"Of course, I bought it with my royalties."

"Payment? Do you have payment?"

"No, I'll get an advance from my parents first, and then pay it back when I get royalties in the future."

"Isn't that what I bought with my pocket money?"

Zaimokuza's words made me think that someone actually liked his manuscripts that were full of loopholes. I was scared. If his manuscripts could be liked, then mine could be too.

Faced with Hachiman's somewhat speechless complaints, Zaimokuza also became a little embarrassed.

"Just wait a moment."

Zaimokuza first went to deal with the matter of the friend who had accompanied him in the performance. Of course, although he was a friend, he was just a person who had agreed with the custom armor to do a group of cosplay. He only knew the name, and knew nothing else.

After completing the agreed task, Zaimokuza said goodbye to the man and hurried over to Hachiman.

"is this okay?"

I looked at the man walking away, then looked at Zaimokuza.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a one-time encounter anyway."

"Oh, really? See you later."

I turned around and prepared to leave the venue and go home.

Unexpectedly, Zaimokuza grabbed my hand.

"Hey, hey, don't go. It's such a waste to leave right at the beginning."

By the way, this guy's hands sweat so much.

I shook off Zaimokuza's hand, "Just take a look, it's just a way to kill time."

There was another group of people gathered in the distance, and among them seemed to be a famous beautiful cosplayer.

But I had no interest in going over to take a look.

"Speaking of which, are you ready for the midterm exam?"

Zaimokuza was stunned at first when I asked him the question, and then he started to act pretentiously.

"Of course, absolutely not!"

“…”

Sighed.

"You really don't care about grades? Going to college will help your career as a writer."

As expected, upon hearing these words, Zaimokuza's expression changed.

He said hesitantly, "Um, Hachiman, do you really think I can become a professional writer?"

"You have to do this kind of thing to know. Besides, even if you don't aim to be a professional writer, having a college degree isn't a bad thing."

"makes sense."

Seeing that Zaimokuza's expression had stabilized, I turned around and left again.

Anyway, I've seen everything there is to see.

"Then I'll go back first."

"oh oh."

This time Zaimokuza did not stop him.

After saying goodbye to Zaimokuza, I walked out the door.

Hmm? Did I forget something?

Before I went out, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I stopped and started thinking.

Oh, by the way, I want to buy a souvenir for Komachi, but after walking around for a long time, I still don’t know what to buy. What should I do?

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ebina and Miura passed by.

By the way, this guy is an expert, and I just helped her, so let me consider it as a favor.

"Um, Ebina-san."

I spoke to try to get Ebina to stay.

Ebina heard someone calling her and stopped automatically.

She looked around and finally spotted Hachiman.

"Ah, it's Hikigaya-kun."

She came by herself, leaving Miura, who had been running around with her, to rest.

Miura held his knees and breathed in deep breaths.

She really didn't expect Hai Laming to be so fast at running. He ran from one side of the venue to the other side several times, which really made her very tired.

"that...."

It’s a bit difficult to talk about since she’s a female classmate I don’t interact with much.

"I need your help with something. Do you know a lot about comic conventions? I want to buy a souvenir."

I tried to keep my voice calm.

Come to think of it, after so many arguments with Yukinoshita, it seems that communicating with women in daily life is indeed not as difficult as before.

I should criticize her more in the future, maybe my communication skills will improve (laughs)

"Hmm? A souvenir?"

As if he had thought of something interesting, an inexplicable smile appeared on Ebina's face.

"For personal use?"

"Ah? Ah...I think it's for my own use."

Giving it to Komachi can be considered as giving it to others as a gift, or for my own use.

Ebina now showed a look of understanding, boys, comic conventions, buying things, for personal use!

Hehehe, she really understands this.

"No problem, leave it to me. Hikigaya-kun, do you want it harder or easier?"

I didn't quite understand what Ebina said.

"Huh? Uh...it's up to you."

I gave a little perfunctory response.

However, Hachiman didn't expect that his behavior would confirm Ebina's guess.

The smile on her face was even more unbearable.

"Thank you. I'll leave it to you, Ebina-san. Just ask Yuigahama to bring it to me when she goes to the club tomorrow. Bye."

Ebina's smile made me feel more and more uneasy. I didn't dare to continue chatting with her, so I quickly ended the topic and slipped out of the venue.

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