Chapter 4
I quietly got up from my seat when I saw Sakamoto Ryuji, the main character, taking the transfer student out.
Then, Satoru, who was sitting in the seat in front of me, asked,
“Ah, Kim-kun1The suffix « -kun » is a Japanese suffix usually used to talk to a boy younger or of the same age as yourself., can I read the jump if you’re done with it?””
“Do as you please.”
When I handed him the jump I just finished reading, he began to read it with joy, a melon-bread in his mouth.
Satoru was one of the few people in class 2-B who knew that all the rumors of the school surrounding me were fake because he was in the same class as me in the first grade.
For me, who’s not particularly friendly, he was a valuable person.
Since I started exercising my body like crazy during first grade, I realized that the number of people talking to me comfortably had significantly decreased.
When I closed the back door of the classroom and came out to the hallway, it naturally drew attention.
I ignored those eyes and followed in the distance the back of the main character.The hallway was crowded with students because lunch time had just begun, and everywhere I went, I could pass comfortably because they were splitting from side to side as if it was an engagement.
…Like Moses’ miracle.
Anyway, as I walked down the emergency stairway in the opposite direction of the cafeteria, I thought about the development ahead.
‘First, Sakamoto will apologize to the transfer student.’
There is a formula for love comedy.
It’s such an obvious formula that you don’t have to look at it to know the content.
I didn’t read ‘Scrambled Love’ in my previous life, so I knew nothing about what was going to happen.
The only thing I knew was that the faces of the main heroes of Scrambled Love, who were on the final popularity vote, were the royal road to love comedy.
That’s what ‘I deduced.’
If you don’t know what will happen in the future, you can still predict it all.
Even though I became a high school student, it was for that reason that I couldn’t let go of the jump.
Love comedy had evolved irregularly over the years.
Of course, if you don’t understand the latest trends, you can’t guess what’s behind it.
While thinking about something else for a while, I lost the two of them, but I could fully predict where they would go.
A place where two people could go at this time, especially a place where people were rare and where it was easy to talk secretly.
As far as I knew, there was only a school grounds behind the school.
When I came down of the emergency stairs and got out of the passageway, two figures could be seen not far away.
‘Bingo.’
I hid in the distance where I could still hear their voices, singing joyfully in my mind.
Right after,
“Sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose!”
Crack!
‘Come on! Apologize!’
Indeed, it was like the main character of a love comedy.
I had never seen anyone do that pose in about two years since I was possessed by Kim Yoo-sung’s body, but I didn’t know he would do it for real.
Anyway, Kishimoto Rika, who received his apology, was looking down at the top of the main character’s head with her arms folded, but she didn’t seem that angry when I saw her lips twitching.
She was silent for a moment, and then she couldn’t take it anymore, and burst into laughter.
Then she said with a cat-like smile,
“You’re so naïve, aren’t you?”
Sakamoto Ryuji, who raised his head, raised his voice, saying, “You!” as if he had belatedly figured out the situation, but Kishimoto Rika smiled calmly and punched Ryuji’s chest.
“What happened this morning was an accident. I’m not such a narrow-minded woman to worry about something like this.”
“…Then why did you pretend to be angry?”
“Um… Because your expression was serious when you found me?”
“Argh! Do you know how much I agonized over that?”
“Hahaha! That expression right now! That’s it! You’re so funny!”
“Wow! If you were not a girl!”
Sakamoto Ryuji shook his fists indignantly, “Why? Would you hit me if I were a man?” she said teasingly, soon putting her hands in her cardigan pockets.
“Anyway, this is the end of what happened in the morning. Don’t bring it up in public, either.”
“…Okay.”
When the main character, who was unilaterally teased from start to finish, replied with a tired look, Kishimoto Rika said with a brazen look.
“You should be happy to see a pretty high school girl’s underwear like me for free. What’s wrong with your expression?”
“Are you really saying that with your mouth…”
Immediately after being pointed out, Kishimoto Rika blushed slightly and slapped Sakamoto Ryuji’s bent waist with her palm.
“Oh! An honest remark! Nice words!”
Then Sakamoto Ryuji, who was forced to stand upright, looked at her with resentful eyes. What’s so funny about Kishimoto Rika? I left with a smile
Right after their conversation, which was supposed to be the original event, I threw away the branch I was holding in my hand to hide.
Watching their conversation, it could be expressed as an exemplary introduction to young love comedy.
To put it into the formula of love comedy, “Kishimoto Rika” was the typical bright and easy-going Gyaru2Gyaru is a Japanese cultural expression that is used to describe a fashion sense where girls usually dye their hair blonde. character.
They play the role of attracting readers who are not interested in manga.
Her bright smile was not a waste of the title of being the undisputed No. 1 on popular vote.
I didn’t intend to intervene in the original story, so I sat on a nearby bench and took out my lunch box from the classroom, thinking I had seen something good for the first time in a while.
It was a Chinese-style lunch box wrapped by hand in the morning.
I wanted to eat with my friends in the classroom, but I came outside because I thought my appearance would cause inconvenience to others.
Until my existence was accepted to some extent by my classmates, I felt like I had to eat alone with the nature like this for the time being.
It was cold when I tried to pick up a piece of Yuringi3Yuringi, fried chicken with scallions in hot and sour soy sauce, is a Korean Chinese dish. which still remained crispy and put it in my mouth.
“Kim Yoo-sung! What is the secretary of the student council doing here?”
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
I calmly put in the lunch box the Yuringi I was going to put in my mouth and looked back carefully.
“…President, what are you doing here?”
“We’ve tracked the location of your cell phone. Oh my gosh!”
Wasn’t she being too proud of her illegal activities?
A beautiful woman with black hair and hime-cut hair, covering her mouth with a black fan decorated with gold leaf.
It was “Saionji Kumiko,” the student council president of Ichijo Academy.
She was a direct descendant of a prestigious Chinese family based in Kyoto and was the head of the suspiciously powerful student council.
Every student council member, including the vice president, were almost like a private organization, as they were all filled with this person’s hands and feet.
In terms of love comedy, this type is usually used as a sub hero or rival gag character.
Anyway, I couldn’t figure out why such a person was here.
“Weren’t you busy because it was the beginning of the semester?”
“That’s true, but I have time to eat with my subordinate who’s eating alone.”
The president winked at me while saying so.
It meant I had to go with her.
As long as the president decided to do so, I knew I couldn’t resist, so I gently followed her with my lunch box.
As I walked on the campus side by side with the president, I asked.
“Where’s the vice president you always hang out with?”
“I told him to go to the student cafeteria in advance and reserve a seat. If you go there late, it’s always full.”
I thought she would eat comfortably in the student council room, but it was surprising that she would go to the cafeteria on purpose.
“I don’t think that’s a place where the president can eat anything.”
Then the president glanced at me and covered her face with a fan.
“Huh! I can eat at least common people’s food. The rice with stir-fried spicy pork that I ate at the cafeteria the last time was pretty good.”
In the first grade, it was surprising to see a person who used to cut steak gracefully in the student council room and then naturally put the stir-fried spicy pork in their mouth.
Was it the evidence that people could grow up?
But I had to correct one thing about the president’s illusion.
“I’m sorry, but there’s no rice with stir-fried spicy pork in the student cafeteria.”
Then the president asked with her eyes wide open as if she had heard an incredible thing.
“What?! What the hell is there then?!”
“Instead, try a similar dish like Gyudon4Gyūdon, is a Japanese dish consisting of a bowl of rice topped with beef and onion simmered in a mildly sweet sauce flavored with dashi (fish and seaweed stock), soy sauce and mirin (sweet rice wine)..”
If you tasted common Korean food, wouldn’t it be reasonable to taste common domestic food this time?
Then the president murmured, “Gyudon… Gyudon… Sounds good” and clenched her fists.
“I, Saionji Kumiko, will do my best to experience the common people’s food by eating Gyudon!”
Oh my!
I thought I was watching the president’s one-man play.
‘It would be nice if she could be quiet.’
She was an unusual type.