My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected / My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"You're being way too optimistic about the phrase 'not bad.'"

"But I wasn't that far off, right? You did come to the reunion, after all."

"The pressure from all sides was terrifying."

"If you have so many people around you now that someone can pressure you... doesn't that mean things are going well for you?"

"...A caption saying 'This is a personal opinion' just appeared at the bottom of the screen."

That's right, he was right. This event, held by renting out an entire izakaya, was the "Sobu High School Class of ●●, Class 2-F Reunion"—an extremely collectivist, nostalgic gathering where everyone reminisced about the old days, laughed loudly, and was packed with party people... Always (Note 37).

For someone who had decided, even while still in school, to ignore every event, only to be forced into doing behind-the-scenes work as a member of the Service Club, there was no way I could receive notice of such a hideous event and reply, "I'll be there~ Thanks, everyone!"—Wait, who replied for me without asking? And what was with the organizer sending me a copy of the reunion notice without asking?

Come to think of it, why was it a Class 2-F reunion? Didn't that make our third-year class look bad?

And what class was I even in during my third year? This was exactly why I told the editorial department that setting the deadline before the final volume came out was a problem.

What was I supposed to do? Forget the final volume, Volume Thirteen wasn't even out yet. Wasn't it supposed to be coming out?

"What about you, Hayama? How have you been?"

The guy chatting nonsense with me in the smoking area was Hayama Hayato, the kind of person who stood in contrast to me at events like this