My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"I'm talking to you..."

This time, it was Miura's turn to stand up. I could see the air around her swaying due to the high temperature.

"Can't you see that Hayato is busy right now?"

When she spoke, it was as if the ears of all the listeners were being burned. But Princess Breeze didn't seem afraid.

"Hmm... but the club's problems also need to be solved..."

"What?"

Isshiki responded with a gentle attitude, which only fueled Miura's anger.

"Okay, stop."

Seeing the situation was turning against him, Hayama quickly stepped between the two to calm Miura's anger. Isshiki, meanwhile, hid behind Hayama, clutching his clothes and trembling with fear.

Isshiki's animal-like behavior further aggravated Miura's nerves. Miura lowered his head and hissed as he let out a long breath.

"...Hayato, it's okay for you to go back to the club first, but I have something to say to her."

"Well?"

Ye Shan let out a surprised sound and froze on the spot.

The next second, Miura looked up and showed the most radiant smile I had ever seen since I met her.

"Keep it up!♪"

After Miura finished speaking, he immediately grabbed Isshiki and dragged her outside, ignoring her desperate cries of "Hayama-senpai~".

"Sorry, Penguin! I'll be back soon!"

Ye Shan realized he couldn't leave the two of them alone, so he quickly clasped his hands together in apology to me and then chased after them.

Save your breath, you definitely won't be back anytime soon... Everyone's attention is being drawn to your off-field brawls...

Others were also discussing it, hesitating about what to do.

He's the kind of man who's useless when it really matters... But considering he helped us advance all the way to the finals, I won't hold it against him.

The problem is, doesn't this leave the midfield battle wide open?

"What...what should we do now?"

Yuihama leaned closer, maintaining her knee-hugging posture.

"Should we surrender without a fight, or should I step in as a replacement...?"

"In that case, there will be no one to fight in the final battle, and the result will be a defeat without a fight."

Yuihama's words make a lot of sense. So, what should we do now? Halfway through my dilemma, Yukinoshita calmly spoke up:

"We will not be defeated without a fight."

Wow, as expected of Xueji Encyclopedia, they even know the rules of judo competitions.

"I'll take over."

She said that, then suddenly stood up. Wait a minute, wasn't that a rule you set yourself...?

"Stop joking, that won't work!"

"Yeah! How can a girl be allowed to compete?"

She ignored both of our attempts to stop her.

"I don't recall any eligibility restrictions for this competition, and it wasn't an officially organized tournament, so it shouldn't matter."

"Of course it's related! No way! Absolutely not!"

Yukinoshita puts forward her own theory, but she can't help but hesitate when faced with Yuihama's emotional rebuttal.

Actually, there was no need to force Yukino to play.

Although their opponents were members of the judo club, they might be able to handle first-year students like Yamamoto or Nagai. I peeked over and saw the three of them whispering to each other, occasionally blushing as they looked at Yukinoshita.

Oh? They're only in first grade. Aren't they overestimating themselves?

"I'll go first this time. Maybe Hayama will be back soon."

To be honest, the chances of Hayama making it back are slim, but this method is at least better.

I got up to head to the competition venue, but Yukinoshita suddenly grabbed my coat, almost twisting my neck.

"Ugh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! What are you doing?"

I coughed repeatedly, choking on the fumes, and looked at Yukinoshita. She stared back at me with a more serious look than usual.

"What's the point of doing that?"

"what?"

I asked Yukinoshita what she wanted to say, and she replied in a flat tone:

"Didn't you devise this flawed plan just to lure that senior out later?"

"..."

Absolutely correct. I've been preparing this plan for days, turning the judo hall into a stage, all to make my senior lose power here. To abandon the plan at this point, letting all my efforts go to waste, would undoubtedly be the most foolish decision.

Because it is the ideal stage, my plan will also achieve its best results. The most efficient way to achieve this is to have Yukinoshita fill in now.

Her icy gaze brought me back to my senses, but her next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

"Besides, I don't need you to worry about me."

She looked at her opponent and gave a fierce smile.

"Simply put, you just need to avoid letting the other person touch you even once. Right?"

"Is that the problem? You—you should at least change into your judo uniform first!"

Yuihama had already given up trying to persuade Yukinoshita, and said with a long face. Yukinoshita also thought of this and nodded in agreement.

"...Indeed."

"Okay, let's go!"

After everything was settled, Yui quickly grabbed Yukinoshita's hand and rushed out. Less than ten minutes later, they had changed their clothes and returned.

Yui looked exhausted, and for some reason, her clothes were disheveled. Yukinoshita, on the other hand, looked quite dignified in her judo uniform.

A pure white taekwondo uniform, a dark blue taekwondo skirt, long hair tied up in a bun on her head, plus the same bun I'd seen her in a few days ago—

"Why are you dressed like that...?"

"Borrowed from the women's kendo club!"

Yuihama's voice, however, was quite energetic.

She turned and stretched under the snow, and after making sure her clothes were okay, she straightened her collar.

"Then let's begin."

She stepped onto the center of the field.

The audience, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but applaud when they saw Yukinoshita's imposing appearance.

Shiroyama, who was acting as the referee, was at a loss for what to do. He looked at me and thought for a long time before nodding.

It seems he interpreted our change of commander on the battlefield as what I called a "performance." But that's not actually the case...

The second match of the finals, the battle of the middle guard, has begun again. I can't even remember who Yukinoshita's opponent was anymore, but anyway, after the two took their positions, they looked at each other. Judging from their gazes at that moment alone, it was clear that Yukinoshita would win.

The referee waved his flag, announcing the start of the match.

In an instant, his opponent reacted instinctively. He probably thought that since Yukinoshita was a girl, he could easily throw her out and win if he could just grab her.

Unfortunately, that principle only applies to the average girl.

Do you know who this person is? She is Yukino Yukinoshita! Purely in terms of ability, she ranks among the top in Chiba Prefecture. She possesses intelligence, martial prowess, and beauty, and is both calm and ruthless. Moreover, she is invincible and utterly despises the feeling of losing. In competitions large and small, she is always provisionally considered the strongest player.

If you're just a low-level henchman, you can forget about even touching her.

She wouldn't even let the other person touch her sleeves under the snow.

She read her opponent's breath, predicting when to inhale and how to move her feet, and then weaves her best moves into the opponent's predictable actions. Her footwork is as graceful as a dance, her movements as agile as a matador, and her opponent is completely under her control.

The goal is the void in the sky.

By the time everyone could see clearly, the outcome was already decided.

——Boom.

The opponent fell to the ground with a loud thud, and Yukinoshita let out a soft breath.

The audience was suddenly placed in an unusual space, and no one made a sound.

Only when the referee waves his flag can the result of the match be announced.

Everyone who witnessed this extraordinary feat applauded and cheered loudly. Amidst the cheers lining the streets, Yukinoshita returned to where we were sitting.

Yuihama excitedly hugged her.

"That was amazing, Yukino! You were so cool just now!"

"Let go, it's too hot..."

Yukino complained, but made no move to pull her away. It seemed even someone like her found it hard to escape this tactic. Although the scene could bring a knowing smile, I couldn't laugh at all when I thought about what she had done just a minute ago.

You can throw someone away just by turning around... Are you Kenichi's (Note 48 is from the manga "Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple," a shonen manga about martial arts) master?

She won without letting her opponent touch a single finger.

"You're really scary."

Yukinoshita smiled mischievously.

"It's alright. But for an opening act, isn't it a bit over the top?"

"It's not nice to mess with me like this."

Before officially going on stage, I stretched my muscles and bones again.

"Alright, let's go..."

I was just talking to myself, but the two people next to me responded in unison:

"Good luck!"

"come on."

Are you my mothers?

× × ×

The final battle has finally arrived, and the ridiculously named "S1 Grand Prix" festival is about to come to an end.

The audience has begun to leave.

There was no way around it; after all, this battle seemed superfluous, like a side story after the main program ended. Everyone was already quite satisfied with seeing Hayama's heroic figure and his awkward situation caught between the two women, as well as Yukinoshita's superb performance.

Therefore, I will proceed at my own pace in the upcoming matches. Since everything has been meticulously planned, I'll indulge myself this once.

I walked to the center of the competition area, where the judo club's opponent was preparing to enter. Whether it was Tsukui or Fujino, I still couldn't tell, but that didn't matter. I held out my hand, signaling him not to come out, and instead addressed the person seated at the head of the table:

"Senior, how is it?"

The senior student didn't expect me to actually call him, and he even glanced at me twice.

We broke the rules in the previous competition by temporarily changing the participants, so there are no longer any "rules" in the current competition.

Therefore, the only thing preventing him from getting off his seat was shame.

He should no longer belong to the club, and as an active judo athlete, it is shameful for him to participate in such a childish competition.

However, when the situation reversed, he had no choice but to participate.

Being called out in front of enthusiastic audiences on the final stage, yet lacking the courage to perform, is a shameful experience.

Only the person in question knows which kind of shame is more intense.

However, I believe the senior student definitely wanted to avoid the latter's embarrassment.

The audience waited in silence, not daring to breathe loudly for even a moment.

The senior student finally got up slowly, took out his judo uniform, and changed into it.