I stood up quietly when I saw the main character, Ryuji Sakamoto, taking the transfer student out.
Then, Satoru, who was sitting in the front seat, asked me.
“Ah, Kim-kun, can I see if you’ve read all the jumps?”
“Do whatever you feel like.”
When I handed over the jump that I had finished reading, he started reading the book with a melon bread in his mouth, exultantly.
Satoru was one of the few people in Class 2-B who knew all the rumors about the school around me were fake because I was in the same class as me in freshman year.
He is not a particularly attached personality, but for me, he is truly a valuable talent.
Since I started training my body like crazy in my freshman year, I’m starting to feel that the number of people who talk to me with ease has significantly decreased.
When I close the back door of the classroom and come out into the hallway, eyes naturally draw attention.
I ignored those gazes and followed the back of the head of the protagonist in the distance.
Since lunchtime had just begun, the hallways were crowded with students, and wherever I went, they split left and right, as if I had promised, so I could pass comfortably.
… Moses’ miracle?
Anyway, as I walked towards the emergency stairs in the opposite direction from the canteen, I thought about what was going to happen.
‘First of all, Sakamoto will apologize to the transfer student.’
A love comedy has a formula.
As there is a saying that it is a video even if you don’t watch it, it’s a formula that seems so obvious that you don’t even have to look at the details behind it.
I didn’t read ‘Scramble Love’ in my previous life, so I didn’t know anything about what was going to happen.
The only thing you know is that the faces of the main heroines who were in the final popularity poll and scramble love represent the royal road of love comedy?
So I ‘inferred.’
If you don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, you can just predict it.
Even though I became a high school student, that was the reason why I couldn’t let go of the jump.
Love comedy has evolved anomalously over the years.
Of course, if you don’t understand the latest trends, you can’t guess what’s behind it.
While I was thinking about something like this for a while, I missed the back of the two of them, but I was able to predict where they were going.
A good place to go at this time of the day, especially, a place where there are few people and a good place to talk secretly.
As far as I know, that was the only campus behind the school.
When I went down the emergency stairs and came out of the passage to the outside, I saw the figures of two people not far away.
‘bingo.’
I exclaimed with joy and hid in a distance that was barely audible to the two of them.
immediately after,
“Sorry! I didn’t mean that on purpose!”
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‘Come out! The joint of apology!’
Indeed, he is the protagonist of a love comedy.
I’ve never seen anyone do that pose for about two years after possessing Kim Yoo-sung’s body, but I’m sure I’ll do this for real.
Anyway, after receiving his apology, Kishimoto Rika looked down at the main character’s head with her arms crossed, but seeing her lips twitching, it seems that she wasn’t really angry.
After a moment’s silence, she burst into laughter, saying, “I guess she couldn’t stand it any longer!”
Then he said with a cat-like smile.
“Are you surprisingly naive?”
Sakamoto Ryuji, who raised his head, seemed to have grasped the situation late, and raised his voice, “You!”, but Rika Kishimoto smiled calmly and pounded Ryuji’s chest with his fist.
“What happened in the morning was an accident. I’m not a girl with a narrow distribution that I’ve only been dealing with so far, right?”
“…Then why did you pretend to be angry?”
“Um… your expression impressed me when you found me?”
“aah! Do you know how much I was worried about that!”
“Ahahaha! That expression now! That’s it! You’re so funny!”
“Wow! If it wasn’t just a woman!”
When Ryuji Sakamoto clenched his fists as if in anger, Rika Kishimoto smirked and said, “Why? If you were a man, would you hit me?”
“Anyway, this is the end of the story about what happened this morning. Don’t talk about it in front of others either.”
“…okay.”
When the protagonist, who was unilaterally teased from beginning to end, answered that with a tired expression, Rika Kishimoto said with a brazen expression.
“If you could see a pretty high school girl like me’s panties for free and be forgiven, you should be happy, why do you look like that?”
“Are you saying that with your own mouth?”
Immediately upon being pointed out like that, Kishimoto Rika blushed slightly and slapped Sakamoto Ryuji’s bent waist with her palm.
“Uh-huh! Correct words! Fine words!”
When Ryuji Sakamoto, who was forcibly erected with a straight back, looked at her with resentful eyes, Kishimoto Rika, what was so funny? smiled and left
***
Right after the conversation between the two people, presumed to be the original event, was over, I threw away the branch I was holding in my hand to release the secret.
The impression of watching the conversation between the two could be expressed as an exemplary introduction to a youthful love comedy.
If we put it into the formula of a love comedy, ‘Rika Kishimoto’ is a typical gyaru character with a bright and easygoing personality.
He is a heroine of the Hoi Hoi series who plays a role in attracting readers who are not interested in manga.
Her bright smile, without a single fuss, was not wasted in the sub-title of being number one in the popularity vote.
I have no intention of interfering with the original work, but I thought I had seen something good in a long time, so I sat down on a nearby bench and took out the lunch box I brought from the classroom.
This is a homemade Chinese-style lunch box in the morning.
I also wanted to eat with my friends in the classroom, but I went outside because I thought this relationship would cause other people to feel uncomfortable.
Until my classmates accepted my existence to some extent, it seemed like I would have to eat alone with nature for a while.
It was time to pick up a Yuringi, which had cooled down but still maintained its crispness, and put it in his mouth.
“Kim Yu-seong! What is the secretary of the student council doing here!”
Suddenly, a familiar scream came from behind.
I calmly put the Yuringi I was about to put in my mouth into the lunch box and looked back carefully.
“…President, how are you here?”
“I tracked your phone location. Oh ho ho ho ho!”
No, you’re not talking too much about illegal activities.
A pretty girl with black hair, Hime-cut, who makes a princess smile while covering her mouth with a black fan covered with gold leaf.
This person is Kumiko Saionji, the student council president of Ichijo Academy.
He was a direct descendant of a prestigious Japanese family based in Kyoto, and was the head of the student council with a suspiciously strong power.
The executives of the student council, including the vice president, are all filled with this person’s limbs, so it’s almost like a private organization.
In terms of love comedy, it is a type that will be consumed as a sub-heroine or rival gag character with no importance.
Anyway, I couldn’t figure out why such a person was here.
“Isn’t the president busy at the beginning of the semester?”
“Even so, I have time to eat with my subordinates, who will be eating alone alone.”
As the president said that, he glanced at me.
It meant going together.
As long as the president made up his mind to do so, knowing that he could not refuse, I meekly grabbed my lunch and followed him.
I asked as I walked along the campus side by side with the president.
“Where did the vice president you always go with?”
“I told you to go to the student cafeteria in advance and get a seat. If you go there late, it’s full.”
I thought I would eat comfortably in the student council room, but it is surprising that I deliberately went to the student cafeteria.
“Isn’t there any food that the president would like to eat?”
Then the president glanced at me next to me and said, covering his face with a fan.
“Hehehe! I know how to eat common people’s food, too. The fried pork belly that I ate at your store last time? It was pretty good.”
When I was in my freshman year, I was surprised to see the person who was elegantly slicing steak in the student council room now naturally eats fried pork belly.
Is this proof that people are growing?
But I had to correct the president’s misunderstanding.
“Sorry, but there is no pork fried rice bowl in the student cafeteria.”
Then the president opened his eyes and asked, as if he had heard an unbelievable sound.
“Yeah?! Then what the hell is that?!”
“Instead, let’s try a similar dish, gyudon.”
If you have tasted Korean common people’s food, wouldn’t it be in the right order to taste your own country’s common people’s food this time?
Then the chairman mumbled, “Gyu-dong… Gyu-dong… It’s a good sound.” He clenched his fists tightly.
“That Saionji Kumiko, this time, I’m going to do a great job of experiencing the common people by eating that food called gyudon!”
Oh ho ho ho ho!
I thought while watching the president’s one-person play.
‘It would be great if you just shut your mouth.’
He’s the type of person with a typical face.