My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

After listening, Yui nodded vigorously, her eyes suddenly sparkling.

"Easily burns calories... so that means you'll lose weight?"

"...Yes. The calories needed for breathing and digestion also increase, so you'll lose weight just by staying alive."

Hearing Yukinoshita say that, Yuihama's eyes shone even brighter, and she became even more energetic than Totsuka, who was also stimulated and clenched his fists.

"Anyway, I'll give it a try."

"I'll practice with you too!"

Totsuka and Yuihama lay on the ground and slowly did some pushing-ups.

"Hmm... Huff, huff... Ha!"

"Mmm... Ah! Ha~~ Ha~~ Mmm~~"

The two exhaled their pent-up breaths, sweat beading on their foreheads, their cheeks flushed red, their expressions contorted in pain. Totsuka's slender arms seemed unable to bear the strain of training, and he frequently looked at me pleadingly for help. As he slowly looked me up from below, I suddenly had a... strange feeling.

As for Yuihama, when she bends her arms, her dazzling skin peeks out slightly from her neckline. No, I can't look directly at her like that.

From the very beginning, my heart rate gradually increased, which suggests that I may have an arrhythmia.

"Hachiman... How strange, I feel quite calm right now..."

"What a coincidence, I'm the same as you."

We kept sneaking peeks at them with silly grins, when we heard someone's voice behind us, which dampened our spirits.

"...Why don't you all move around a bit and relieve your desires?"

Turning my head, I saw Yukino looking at me with a look of utter contempt. She had just said the word "desire"—had she... been discovered?

"No, that's right. A soldier's code of conduct is to always be in training. Okay, I'll stretch my muscles too!"

"Yes, yes, lack of exercise is terrible. It can lead to diabetes and gout. Oh, and cirrhosis too!"

Without a word, we quickly started doing push-ups. Yukina even deliberately moved in front of me.

"Judging by your posture, is this a new way to beg for mercy on your knees?"

She even smiled after she finished speaking.

What did you say? You jerk! Even I, who's usually calm, would be roused by your provocation! Awakened to what? If I were to truly awaken, it would probably be some weird fetish like "push-ups are so cute."

...What exactly are we doing?

Everyone has probably heard the saying "many grains of sand make a tower" or "three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang." This means that when people come together, they can become stronger and more powerful.

But we're just a bunch of useless guys gathered together doing useless things.

As a result, I spent my entire lunch break doing push-ups, and in the middle of the night I was rolling around on the floor because of muscle soreness.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki

yoshiteru zaimokuza

birthday

November 23st

Specialty

Swordsmanship, writing, and intense concentration.

interest

Reading (comics, light novels), playing video games (role-playing, simulation, bishoujo games), watching anime, surfing the internet.

Holiday activities

Writing, strolling through Akihabara.

Totsuka Saika

saika totsuka

birthday

November 9st

Specialty

Tennis, puzzles.

interest

handicraft.

Holiday activities

Enjoy a leisurely bath or a walk.

Graduation Development Survey

Class 2-C, Zongwu Senior High School

Full name

Totsuka Saika

Seat No. 20 ○ Male/Female

Please write down your beliefs.

Stay true to our original aspiration.

What dreams did you write in your graduation yearbook?

Nurse.

What efforts are you making now for the future?

Try to behave like a boy.

The teacher suggested:

Please forgive me for imagining you in a nurse's uniform as soon as I saw your dream of becoming a nurse. Also, you said you want to behave like a boy, but I think you don't need to force yourself; just be natural.

You should stay true to yourself. Please always be this adorable.

Book 1, Chapter 7: Sometimes the God of Romantic Comedy Does Good Deeds

As the days filled with both major and minor setbacks passed, our tennis training entered its second phase.

The above sounds nice, but it's really just the end of basic training, and it's finally time to pick up a racket and a ball to practice.

However, only Totsuka was practicing. Under the guidance of the devilish instructor—or rather, Yukinoshita—he desperately fought against the wall.

Unfortunately, we couldn't keep up with the tennis club members' practice, so we just passed the time however we pleased.

Yukinoshita reads a book under the shade of a tree, occasionally glancing at Totsuka as if suddenly remembering him, to cheer him on.

Yuihama initially practiced with Totsuka, but soon got tired of it. Now she mostly sleeps next to Yukinoshita, like a dog that's exhausted after a walk and lies down in the park's water fountain.

Meanwhile, Timber was busy working on his killer magic ball. Oh, stop throwing acorns! And stop digging the sand off the court with your racket!

Even if useless people gather together, they will still be useless.

Huh? You mean me?

I was staring blankly at the ants in the corner of the court; it was so interesting.

It's really interesting! I don't understand what these constantly busy little things are thinking; their lives seem so narrow. How should I put it? Maybe that's what it feels like to look down at the ground from the skyscrapers of Tokyo's business district.

Office workers in black suits came and went, their appearance mirroring that of the worker ants before them.

One day, I too will become a tiny black dot seen from a tall building, just like those worker ants. What will I be thinking then?

I don't dislike office workers; in fact, I'd like to be one myself because it offers job security. In the ranking of "jobs I'd like to do in the future," office worker ranks second, only behind stay-at-home dad, and third is fire truck. Why do I want to be a fire truck?

Of course, I'm also well aware that being an office worker isn't all good. Every time I see my dad come home from get off work, his face is full of weariness from life, and I can't help but admire him. Even when faced with unpleasant situations, he still goes to work obediently, and I think that alone is remarkable.

So, I couldn't help but overlap the image of the ants with that of my father, and encourage them in my heart.

Keep going, Dad! Don't give up, Dad! Don't go bald!

I imagine my future while worrying about my hair.

Whether it was my prayers that worked or not, an ant began to head towards its nest, where its warm family must be.

Great.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't help but sniffle and wipe away my tears.

In that instant—

call out!

"dad!"

The ants left no trace, disappearing into the distance as the ball traveled away.

I glared angrily at the direction the ball had come from.

"Hmm, stirring up sand to confuse the opponent, then taking the opportunity to throw the ball... It seems my magic ball worked. This move is the 'Blassty Sandrock' of the bountiful magical land!"

Timber base, you actually... you actually... you actually... my dad (actually an ant)... never mind, he's just an ant anyway. I gently put my hands together and silently recited Namo Amitabha Buddha for the ant.

The woodworker, savoring the joy of success, swung his racket, leaned on his shoulder, and struck a cool pose, as if he had gained experience points.

Oh well, whatever happens, it doesn't matter whether it's a timber base or ants.

...Go visit the adorable Totsuka to pass the time.

Appearing in front of her was Yuihama, who had woken up at some point. She was struggling to push a tennis cart, following Yukinoshita's instructions.

Then, she kept throwing the ball onto the court, forcing Totsuka to desperately return it one by one.

"Yuhihama-kun, throw it over there or to the other side, somewhere difficult to hit, otherwise the practice won't be effective."

Yukinoshita's voice was calm, while Totsuka was panting, busy returning the balls that flew towards the baseline or the net.

Yukinoshita is serious; her personality is truly vicious.

...No, I mean she really is training with Totsuka. It's scary, don't look over here... How do you know what I'm thinking...?

Yuihama feeds the ball haphazardly with an unorthodox motion, and because of her lack of accuracy, the ball always flies in unexpected directions. Totsuka runs around trying to catch the ball, and even falls down around the twentieth one.

"Wow! Xiao Cai, are you alright?"

Yui stopped losing the ball and ran towards the net. Totsuka gently touched his scraped leg, a smile appearing in his already teary eyes, indicating that he was alright. He was truly strong.

"I'm fine, let's continue."

Upon hearing this, Yukino frowned.

Are you sure you want to continue?

"Hmm... Everyone's been supporting me, I want to try harder."

"...Is that so? Well then, Yuihama-san, I'll leave the rest to you."

After speaking, Yukino turned and walked quickly towards the school building. Totsuka watched her leave with an uneasy expression, muttering to himself:

"Did I say something wrong and make her angry?"

"No, that's just how she is. She hasn't called you 'stupid' or 'incompetent' yet, so she might be in a good mood."

"You're the only one who would get yelled at like that, right?"

No, Yuihama, she often talks to you like that too, you just don't realize it.

"It's still me... who disappointed her. I haven't improved at all after practicing for so long; I can only do five push-ups..."

Totsuka slumped his shoulders, looking dejectedly at the ground.

Hmm... given Yukinoshita's personality, this isn't impossible. However—

"I don't think so. Yukino wouldn't abandon someone who asks her for help."

Yuihama said while playing with the tennis ball.

"Yes, that makes sense. She can accompany Yuihama to practice cooking, so she's even less likely to give up on Totsuka, who can still be saved."

"What does that mean?"

Yuihama slammed the tennis ball in her hand onto my head with a "thud." Hey, that was a pretty good shot! You might even get selected in the next rookie draft.