My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As Expected

It was Monday again. Miura woke up, running a hand through her messy hair. The first thing she did was bombard Yui Yuigahama with a barrage of calls to wake her up.

Although Kaho also loved to sleep in, Junko lived next door and always dragged her to school together.

After breakfast, she got into her father's car, yawning. He chuckled at her appearance. "Didn't sleep well last night?"

She hadn't just not slept well; she'd tossed and turned until midnight.

This past weekend, Junko and Kaho had gone to the next city to play. She had also arranged to go to the city zoo with Yui. Afterward, she'd even posted photos taken during their outing on Twitter.

She had thought it through perfectly. Yukino was quiet and reserved, rarely initiating conversations. But if Yukino saw her photos, perhaps she'd become curious and strike up a conversation herself.

Initiate a topic, attract others to talk.

This was the most sought-after, foolproof method for striking up conversations, featured in this year's bestselling magazine.

On the first day of the weekend, Yukino showed no reaction whatsoever.

Miura began to doubt herself.

Could it be that Yukino had no curiosity about her at all?

On the second day of the weekend, when she casually brought it up, Yui told Miura that Yukino didn't have a Twitter account. She added, by the way, that she didn't have an Instagram account either.

Miura: "..."

No way, no way! In this day and age, were there still Japanese young people without Twitter and Instagram???

But it was true.

For the blonde Yukino, Twitter offered a wide net, but it was too chaotic and the risk of exposure was high. Line was more convenient.

For the black-haired Yukino... emmmmmm...

--- In the past, she hadn't been so fortunate as to have friends to hang out with on Twitter or Instagram.

Then, last night, Miura finally discovered that the last page of the chat method she'd been reading, which promised to help people get closer the fastest, stated: [The above operations are applicable to lovers in the ambiguous stage.]

Shocked!!!!!!!!

Miura was so startled she almost ate the book on the spot.

How could that be?!

Ridiculous! Magazines these days were just spouting nonsense without any integrity!

Between her and Yukino, at most, it was Yukino unilaterally having a crush on her. She absolutely wouldn't...

Absolutely wouldn't...

No...

Miura still couldn't sleep last night. She opened her phone's album and flipped through the photos taken last weekend when she and Yukino went to the aquarium.

She finally reached the last photo. At that moment, Yukino was holding her hair by her ear with one hand, gently pressing down her skirt with the other, and turning back with a light smile.

That was the first time Yukino had smiled in front of her.

Miura's heart pounded wildly then, and she almost instinctively pressed the shutter.

It's so strange. I've had friends before.

But never once was it like that time, where just seeing Yukino's smile felt like seeing countless stars twinkling in the heavens, like seeing the bright moon casting its soft, silvery glow, like seeing a majestic river valley tens of thousands of meters wide with an overwhelming sea of clouds roaring.

In that brief moment, she felt like she had witnessed all the most breathtaking beauty in the world.

Yukino Yukinoshita.

Why am I acting so strangely?

Yukinoshita Residence. The air was silent for a moment.

Haruno suddenly stood up, her hands flat on the dining table, her eyes fixed on Yukino.

The two maids were startled. "Eldest Miss..."

Yukino waved her hand. "It's fine, you can go about your business."

She was composed, picking up her milk and gently swirling it with an almost languid grace.

It was just like how Yukino always looked when she saw her older sister getting flustered, finding it amusing.

This person gets worse the older she gets. She's not obedient and cute like when she was little.

Damn it!!!!

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!!!!

Haruno slammed the table, looking utterly furious, completely devoid of her usual elegance and composure.

"Under the paving stone in the second row, sixth column of the yard?"

Her words were nonsensical and abrupt, but Yukino understood instantly.

She glanced at Haruno.

"That's where I buried the goldfish I killed when I was in Kindergarten."

"In that oak tree in the yard?"

Yukinoshita rubbed her forehead speechlessly, "...my baby teeth from when I was six."

"Then where did you put the complete set of Barbie dolls I gave you when you were ten?"

Yukinoshita finally raised her eyebrows, "What are you trying to trick me into saying?"

How could she possibly like things like Barbie dolls? If Haruno Yukinoshita dared to give her such a thing, she would immediately send back a pile of death-pink lipstick.

Haruno stared blankly at Yukinoshita across the dining table, for a moment feeling as if everything was a dream or that she hadn't woken up yet. She didn't even dare to take a step, afraid that she would wake up if she stumbled.

She had had so many dreams like this.

Seeing her staring blankly without speaking, Yukinoshita first frowned and finished her milk with gulps, then said, "Are you going to school or the company later?"

She wiped her lips with a napkin, "If you're going to the company, do you want to ride with me?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was tightly embraced by arms coming from the front.

The lingering scent of Haruno's body wash and her warm body enveloped her almost overwhelmingly.

"How detestable..."

"Yukino is so detestable, detestable, detestable!!!!"

This usually dignified and perfectly composed model of a wealthy young lady, a socialite, completely shed all her masks in front of Yukinoshita.

She hugged her sister tightly, looking disheveled, wronged, and unreasonable, her voice tinged with tears.

"You came back when Yukino dyed her hair black, right? But you didn't tell me at all, making me sad for over a month. Detestable, detestable, detestable!"

Yukinoshita felt a bit guilty about this. Last night, she thought Haruno hadn't noticed that someone else had taken over her body, and she almost cried out of embarrassment and anger. In the end, she and Miss Shijo ended up exposing each other's embarrassing pasts.

"...Because I thought Haruno would find me. But when I looked again, you were still stuck in a dead end. You're such an idiot."

She gently patted her older sister's still slightly trembling back, but her words were still merciless, "Haruno promised me she would find me no matter where I was. But this time, I'm standing right in front of you, and you still have that attitude. You're the one who's being too much!"

She didn't forget to settle the score, "Oh, and don't forget that you lost this game of hide-and-seek."

Haruno closed her eyes tightly, but tears still streamed down her face.

"I hate hide-and-seek the most!"

"Good morning, Yukino-san~"

As Yukinoshita got off the car and arrived at school today, she saw Yui Yuigahama standing at the school gate. As soon as she saw Yukinoshita, she broke into a happy smile and ran over.

She was like a young poplar tree, her branches waving happily from afar, exuding the full vitality of a beautiful and cute teenage girl.

Yukino Yukinoshita wasn't accustomed to such closeness. "Were you waiting for me?"

Yui Yuigahama was very popular at school, and not just among the boys. To the boys, she was the ideal girlfriend, the perfect wife-and-mother type. To the girls, she was a kind, friendly, and pretty Good Friend.

Many boys and girls passing by the school gate saw her and greeted her with a smile.

"Were you waiting for me for something?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked, glancing at her as she walked towards the classroom. "Have you been waiting long?"

Yui Yuigahama quickly waved her hands. "No, no, Yukino Yukinoshita always comes to school at this exact time, not early, not late."

Yukino Yukinoshita: "...Is that so?"

Even she herself hadn't noticed that at all.

Yui Yuigahama smiled a little sheepishly. "Yukino Yukinoshita, your serious attitude towards studying makes me so envious. So I thought, if I spend enough time with Yukino Yukinoshita, maybe I'll get a little bit of that passion for studying too, eheh~"

She then laughed at herself. "I'm probably going to fail again this month. If this keeps up, I'll have to repeat the year..."

As a strong school in the region, Sobu High School was very strict about grades. Too many failed courses would result in the school implementing mandatory grade repetition.

Yui Yuigahama looked at Yukino Yukinoshita expectantly. "Does Yukino Yukinoshita have any secrets for persisting in studying?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's gaze was steady, but in her mind, she was thinking that this person probably had a natural talent for getting along with others. This talent was similar to Haruno Yukinoshita's, yet distinctly different.

Haruno Yukinoshita, upon meeting someone for the first time, could quickly categorize them with the highest efficiency and acuity, then rapidly uncover their joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures, and finally, deal with them in the most appropriate manner.

Therefore, Haruno Yukinoshita got along extremely well with most people. Many people, upon their first meeting, felt an instant connection, as if they had known each other for a long time.

But Yui Yuigahama was different. She was constantly compromising for others.

She was too sensitive and too kind. She would force herself to become the kind of Yui Yuigahama that everyone liked.

She was like a dazzling department store shelf, where everyone could find something they liked. If, in the end, someone had to be unhappy, Yui Yuigahama would always step forward and make herself that person.

She was that kind of pushover.

And this pushover was also exceptionally beautiful and cute, which was why it was no wonder everyone at school liked her.

Thinking this, Yukino Yukinoshita said in a flat tone, "Because I know very well that my efforts are useful. That might not be the case for you, Yui Yuigahama."

Yui Yuigahama's Expression turned dejected. "Eh, isn't that just saying I'm stupid!"

"Yukino Yukinoshita, you're so mean."

"I'm just stating the truth."

"Huhu, okay, then can Yukino Yukinoshita estimate your approximate score in this upcoming mock exam?"

Yui Yuigahama was a very considerate person. Fearing that Yukino Yukinoshita might be embarrassed in front of others, she only casually asked this question when they were walking together, even though she was genuinely curious.

Yukino, however, was very confident.

"The difficulty of this exam is quite high. Although I spent a month and finished the content of five subjects from the past year at the fastest speed, there are still many Knowledge Points that I haven't thoroughly digested."

After thinking carefully, "Top ten in the grade is not a problem."

The questions this time were quite obscure, and she had pushed her Knowledge Points too quickly. Her score this time would probably be around the top ten in the grade; she had no hope of being in the top three.

Yui Yuigahama: "...Yukino Yukinoshita is really so confident."

In one month, going from the bottom twenty in the grade to the top ten was, without a doubt, like a heavenly book to Yui Yuigahama, who had repeatedly tested the boundaries of being a failing student.

Even when she was doubting her life, she looked like she was acting cute.

Yukino, who was walking ahead with a stern face, was thinking In Heart:

[...So cute.]

Any boy in the school would be smitten upon meeting a Yui Yuigahama like this.

Damn it, the feminine charm of a popular JK is truly powerful!

Yui Yuigahama rubbed her cute, wrinkled face, "My head hurts so much. What should I do if I fail again next time..."

Yukino thought, didn't Yumiko force you to take remedial classes for a week?

You're clearly the type to slack off after three days of work.

But the wicked System didn't want her to continue her sharp tongue.

[System has filtered the best option to reverse your Negative Image: Help Yui Yuigahama overcome this failing grade crisis]