My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

Ugh... I'd never experienced anything like that, but she was probably on pins and needles. When I graduated and became a NEET, I'd have to make absolutely sure not to attend family gatherings either. Though I hardly ever went to gatherings in the first place.

"Ever since that day, my parents have been desperately sending me pictures of my cousin's kid over LINE. They probably exchanged contact information. They haven't said a word."

"They haven't said a word?"

That was the biggest hint of all... or so I thought, but I kept it to myself.

"The greatest resistance I can offer is leaving those pictures on read."

Hiratsuka-sensei. It was definitely dangerous to stare off into the distance while driving, so please stop. At this rate, she might not even see the cars right in front of her.

I somehow changed the subject.

"By the way! I never expected our promise from back then to be fulfilled like this."

"Our promise?... Oh, going to a ramen shop I recommended? I remember. But this doesn't count. This is more like a spin-off."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. The ramen plan I wanted to take you on after you graduate is almost complete. If unforeseen situations like today count, then all my planning would be for nothing."

Planning? Was it really that serious? Hiratsuka-sensei did love ramen enough that if you casually asked her about it, she would respond tenfold—no, a hundredfold.

"Because I've narrowed the candidates down to forty places."

"There are still forty after narrowing them down? That's a lot!"

"What are you talking about? According to the data, Chiba Prefecture had 1,298 ramen shops in 2018. I picked forty from among them."

"Uh, but—"

"Okay, okay. Just look forward to after graduation."

Hiratsuka-sensei's smile was so delighted that it scared