The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

Please, let her borrow it to take a look at her own face. I looked toward Yuihama, who was frowning as she tried to smooth things over.

"Um, well! Little Yukino was pretty, um, you know!"

At that, Yukino puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. Even if you made such a cute expression, it wouldn't work. Reflect on yourself properly, okay? Though I did need to reflect on myself too.

Anyway, if you were going to speak, you had to restrain yourself from an objective standpoint.

Otherwise, once you calmed down later and remembered it, you'd want to die! Ah, remembering it made me want to die.

My gaze gradually lowered without my noticing, and from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Komachi looking troubled, apparently lost in thought.

"I see... The key is picking and choosing based on the content~ But... without seeing a concrete example, Komachi doesn't really get it. Sneak peek."

Komachi deliberately narrated her own movements as she glanced my way. I pretended not to hear her and deliberately whistled, but Komachi chanted, "Sneak peek, sneak peek, sneak peek..." as she ran over and tugged on my sleeve.

"Big brother, demonstrate too. Geez, it wouldn't be fair to only make those two perform."

"You were the one who forced them..."

Komachi merely stuck out her tongue and smiled, lightly tapping her forehead. Maybe she felt guilty because her joke had made Yuihama and Yukino embarrass themselves in public.

If that was the case, why didn't you do it yourself? But when it came to my little sister's requests, this big brother usually agreed. Ugh, Komachi was so considerate!

While I was thinking, the atmosphere had already turned into one where I had no choice but to step forward.

Yukino had her arms folded,