My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"My husband has been coming home really lately. Could he be...cheating on me?" What would you do in this situation? Please write your answer on the board!

Yuihama remained unchanged, lost in thought; Yukinoshita appeared calm, but occasionally flashed a malicious smile; Hiratsuka-sensei kept muttering to herself, clenching her fists and cracking her knuckles. I really didn't want to sit with them... although saying this now is just hindsight.

I quickly wrote down the answer, silently praying that this period would end soon. Soon after, Komachi spread her hands and announced:

"Time's up! Okay, everyone, please reveal your answers!"

"I have a headache."

Yuihama's statement is also quite perplexing.

"Pursue them to the very end."

The sound beneath the snow was as sharp as a blade.

"Iron Fist Sanctions".

Hiratsuka-sensei clenched her fists.

"They extorted exorbitant compensation and alimony before divorcing."

After I read out the answer, Komachi looked around at everyone's answer boards and nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm, hmm, everyone has written down the answers~"

She checked everyone's answers one by one, and I followed suit, scanning the board—then my gaze stopped on a particular answer board.

"What does 'chasing them to the end' mean...? It sounds terrifying..."

Yukinoshita didn't understand my question and turned her head to the side.

"Oops, I accidentally misspelled '追问到底' (zhuī wèn dǐ dào). It's okay, the two are very similar."

She even smiled after she finished speaking. Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! Not just me, but even Totsuka, Yuihama, and even Hiratsuka-sensei were a little scared.

However, from Komachi's point of view, that answer seems to be correct.

"Everyone's answer was good except for my brother's. Now, I'll reveal Komachi's chosen answer!"

Komachi flipped open her answer sheet.

"'Trust him'—this is something Komachi uses to earn points for herself."

This answer, which leads to a happy ending, elicited exclamations of "Wow!" from the girls. It's surprising that a middle school student would grasp such a truth, or perhaps it's precisely because Komachi is a middle school student that she still holds onto beautiful ideals about love? While both explanations are plausible, this answer would undoubtedly cause her immense pain if she were truly betrayed by her husband.

I don't believe that "belief" is always a good thing. Disbelief, or "doubt," is a defense mechanism against one's own mind. Removing this defense mechanism is tantamount to harming oneself for no reason.

"Is that really a good idea?"

My words were laced with admonition and disapproval, but Komachi tilted her head to one side and acted cute.

"Hmm... It's unlikely that the person Komachi likes would cheat on her, and he's always unusually persistent in strange places; plus, he's a tsundere, so there's probably no need to worry."

"So there really are people like that..."

Is my sister an idiot? She's unusually persistent in strange places, and she's such a spoiled brat. That kind of inexplicable person is definitely no good. Can't you please have a better eye?

Yes, it is.

Komachi gave an embarrassed smile, then quickly regained her enthusiasm.

"Alright, now we're about to enter the final showdown!"

The heart-pounding "Bride Showdown" is finally entering its final round.

So, what exactly is "bride degree"?

× × ×

I was left in the home economics classroom, blanking out my mind and waiting for quite a while.

Totsuka just took time out of his club activities to watch the game, and he's already back practicing. It's certainly a shame he couldn't see everyone in wedding dresses, but I'm even more heartbroken that I can't see him in one... No, a tuxedo is fine too! In fact, I'd love to see him in a tuxedo!

I was shouting silently to myself when I heard the clatter of a door opening.

Komachi walked in wearing a wedding dress.

Her wedding dress was not a traditional style; the hem was very short, almost like a mini-skirt. The material itself wasn't pure white, but a striking yellow, emphasizing her healthy, lively, and adorable side.

Komachi changed into that outfit and became even more excited.

"Finally, it's the exciting yet shy brides' wedding dress showdown! Komachi even changed into a special outfit for the competition. Brother, look! Look!"

"You look so good, you're the cutest person in the whole world."

When Komachi heard what I said, she slumped her shoulders in disappointment, and her voice lost its spirit.

"Here we go again, giving Komachi the runaround again... Fine, never mind. Now, let's bring out Yui-neechan right away."

After she called out to the door, the door was opened carefully.

Yui poked her head in, looked around uncertainly for a while, and then stepped into the classroom with a sense of urgency.

Her pink wedding dress exuded glamour and perfectly complemented her hair color. It was only then, because the skirt was a mini-length ball gown, that I noticed how incredibly slender her legs were. The flared skirt cinched at the waist, following the curves of her body, and further up, the daringly open bodice was adorned with sequins and gold and silver threads, so dazzling it was almost blinding.

Yuihama walked somewhat stiffly, whether from nervousness or discomfort in her wedding dress. When our eyes met, her cheeks flushed with shyness, as if she were genuinely embarrassed. That awkwardness was contagious; could you please stop glancing here...?

Yuihama finally reached Komachi's side and immediately hid behind her.

"Excuse me... Komachi, where did you get this wedding dress?"

"Oh~~ It's a secret♪"

Komachi winked mysteriously. But those clothes were probably borrowed from the wedding dress company involved in the project. My sister is really thoughtful.

"Well then, next up is Yukino-neechan!"

This time, the door opened silently. Yukinoshita walked in quietly, without making a sound.

Everyone who saw that scene gasped.

The pristine white wedding dress outlined flowing curves, accentuating her figure beneath the snow. The flowers adorning her bodice were striking, their gentle curves extending downwards, parting gracefully at her feet like a mermaid's tail. Furthermore, the long, sheer veil draped over her head, like snowflakes piled on her dark hair, did not conceal her fair skin; rather, it gently enveloped it, highlighting her radiance.

Through the thin veil, I saw Xuexia bowing her head, gently closing her eyes, and slowly moving forward.

"Why do I have to wear it too..." she complained in a low voice.

Yukinoshita seemed very unhappy. Even though I couldn't see her clearly, I could feel that aura—yes, aura. The thin veil on her head fluttered, revealing her face flushed with dissatisfaction and shame.

"Oh dear, she's angry... that thin veil can't hide her true nature..."

"……What did you say?"

Yukinoshita's cold yet powerful gaze pierced through the thin veil, shooting straight at me. I've heard that from the moment a girl puts on a white kimono, she must hide the horns that symbolize anger. I wonder if a veil has the same effect? ​​At least in Yukinoshita's case, I don't see any effect.

Yukinoshita walked up to Yuihama and stopped. Komachi admired the two of them with great satisfaction.

In this way, only one person was left.

"Alright, let's welcome our final guest, Hiratsuka-sensei!♪"

Komachi's tone was much more relaxed than before. Judging from her tone, I started to worry that what followed wasn't the grand finale, but rather a blunder.

However, the people outside didn't care at all and gently opened the classroom door. Upon seeing her, everyone gasped, even forgetting to breathe; the entire classroom fell silent.

A beautiful woman slowly entered the classroom, gracefully closed her eyes, and cautiously moved forward, her long veil trailing to the ground.

Even though Komachi had called out the name a few seconds earlier, she was still so surprised to see the person walk past her that her eyes widened in astonishment.

"...Who is this person?"

Still not quite recovered, Komachi managed to squeeze out those words. Frankly, I was wondering the same thing myself.

Ms. Hiratsuka tied her originally cascading black hair into a high bun. Delicate lace draped over her bare back, yet it couldn't conceal the beautiful curves from her neck to her shoulder blades.

The wedding dress itself is a traditional style with a classic feel, which makes every part of the teacher's body appear even more captivating. Pure white gloves emphasize her beautiful, slender fingers, while the long skirt highlights her slim waist; the simple embellishments on the strapless wedding dress accentuate her firm skin and full bust.

"Hiratsuka-sensei is so beautiful..."

"Isn't it good to just stay like this all the time...?"

It seems that the same applies to people of the same sex, as both Yuihama and Yukinoshita couldn't help but be surprised and amazed.

"...How was it? Hachiman, wasn't I amazing?"

Ms. Hiratsuka turned to me, giving me an innocent, smug smile, as if her prank had succeeded. That smile filled the only missing corner of the wedding dress.

At times like this, I really wish I could at least say something pleasing to the ear, but unfortunately, I was so engrossed in watching that I completely forgot to speak. When I came to my senses, all I could do was scratch my cheek to hide my embarrassment.

"Ah, um... that... really... is very beautiful."

I managed to squeeze out a few words. The teacher listened and blinked several times.

"...Really?...Th-thank you."

The teacher covered her face with her bouquet, muttering shyly. Her ears were flushed red with embarrassment; she looked so adorable, completely out of character for her age. I really don't understand why someone like that can't get married…

With Hiramachi, Yukinoshita, and Hiratsuka all present, the bridal gown competition came to a close. After all the competitions were over, Komachi loudly announced:

"Now, let's announce the results of the competition!"

She started clapping for herself, and so we clapped along sporadically.

Komachi nodded in satisfaction, glanced around the home economics classroom, her gaze shifting from the pile of plates in the sink to the answer sheet and pens, finally settling on the three people in wedding dresses. With a wry smile, she spoke:

"Hmm, I feel like everyone failed... So, the winner of this competition is Xiao—"

"..."

Just as Komachi was about to utter the next word, she suddenly sensed a powerful gaze. That gaze was intense and fixed on her, a strong warning not to utter that word. Komachi looked towards the source of the gaze and saw that Hiratsuka-sensei's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if telling her, "I'm serious!"

However, Komachi did not give in.

"The winner..."

"..."

She turned her face away, avoiding the teacher's gaze, but cold sweat still kept pouring down her forehead.

“Yes… yes…”

“…………”

Finally, Komachi succumbed to her teacher's indomitable spirit, slumped her shoulders in resignation, and announced in a voice barely above a whisper:

"The winner is... Hiratsuka-sensei..."

After she finished speaking hesitantly, Ms. Hiratsuka immediately broke into a radiant smile. I said, "Ms., you seem a little too happy..."

"Huh? Really? Oh my god, hahaha! I can't believe I won! Looks like my wedding isn't far off!"

The teacher acted as if nothing had happened, and Yui could only offer a wry smile. Yukinoshita didn't know what to say and sighed softly. As for Komachi, she ran over to me crying, sobbing and complaining, "It was so scary... so scary..."

"Don't cry, don't cry."

I stroked Komachi's head to comfort her, and at the same time, I remembered something: Hiratsuka-sensei was still single because of this...

Yuihama looked at the beaming Hiratsuka-sensei, then seemed to remember something and suddenly clapped her hands, saying:

"Ah! This is a rare opportunity, let's all take a group photo!"

"Oh, great idea! Brother, come quick!"

Upon hearing this suggestion, Komachi immediately smiled again. "Komachi, of course your brother knows you're faking your tears, but please try to pretend a little longer, okay..." She pushed my back, wanting me to take a picture with everyone.

"Don't push..."

I was pushed to the window, which was tinged with the colors of dusk, and I quickly stepped aside from the snow standing there.

"I do not want."

However, Yuihama, who was blocking her way, grabbed her hand.

"Don't do that, Yukino is coming too~"

"Don't press so close..."

Yui pulled Yukinoshita back to the center, then grabbed my sleeve and pulled me over there.

"Please don't pull..."

"It's okay, it's okay!"

With a happy smile, she hooked her arms around my and Yukinoshita's hands even tighter.

"Ready? Let's take the picture!"

Komachi set the timer on her phone's camera, pressed the shutter, and quickly ran over to join us.