This kind of person must be the kind of person who enjoys youth, right? He spends all his time on overlapping relationships and maintains interpersonal relationships, and is indifferent to his normal career. He carefully dresses up like a peacock in the class, forms social circles one by one and becomes so-called characters in the circle, and then proudly divides into classes against other publics.

By the way, the so-called Youth Party is a unique name for a group of people I designated. They are completely different individuals from other students, and they are not small gangsters or good students, and they are not different from delusional warriors. They just want to do something for their youth, and they can realize that their youth is not forever infinite and feel a sense of crisis. Therefore, they use their actions to prove the meaning of their youth and carry out activities again and again. This is the so-called Youth Party.

It's great. Isn't this capital class the target of proletarian revolutionaries like me?

But for some reason, this young party member who should have formed a party in school for personal gain was standing at the door of the service department. Just like the face of a Chinese Sichuan opera, he quickly changed his face and kept muttering something on his lips.

This guy doesn't stand at the door to practice if he wants to give a good first impression, right? Didn't she know that the guy in Xue Zhixia has amazing hearing? At least she didn't fall down once when I muttered quietly, and she could stare at me accurately every time when I muttered. Even if I cursed in my heart, I could sense something that could be looked at me with suspicious eyes.

Superpowered guy, that guy?

“…Hey, if you have something to do, go in.”

I couldn't wait, so I couldn't help but speak to the girl who was dejected at the door.

“Eh?!”

But something beyond my expectations was that the dumpling head stretched straight as if it was electrocuted, and turned his head timidly and looked at me timidly. It seemed that because of the dark circles on my face and the corrupted eyes, this pink hair, which I don’t know what it was, shivered and moved a few steps to the side.

‘Ah, what, where did this person come from?’ I can even judge what she thinks at this moment from the changes in her face, and then determine what kind of personality this guy has.

She is cautious but bold. Judging from her initial actions, she wants to give people the best impression. The way for ordinary people is to sort out their emotions a little, but this girl chooses to show herself. She looks very weak and has no opinion, but in fact, such a woman is much more flexible than that of ordinary men. But judging from the current situation, this guy should still be trying to maintain his own small world and want to greedily satisfy everyone's expectations.

A good idea, it is difficult to implement. But then again, why is our school so extremely weird? Looking at the cautious look of the pink ball head, I raised my eyebrows slightly, making my expression not look so scary.

"I said why are you standing here? Don't you go in?"

He raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened, indicating that he had not noticed anything.

This kind of considerate care quickly made the pink dumpling head lower his vigilance, lowered his head and let out a gentle breath. When she raised her head, she had a defensive smile on her face again, and she shook her head at me with a smile.

"Well, yes, no need. I'm not ready yet, so let's forget it for the time being. It's better to wait until when I muster up the courage to come here? After all, it's too small to ask for help from others. It looks a little weak. So it's better to come here when I really have any obstacles that can't get over it?"

"Is that right? It's OK if you insist on this."

I shrugged undeniably, and opened the classroom door with the surprised gaze.

"I said that under the snow, someone will look for it."

“…Bikiya.”

With a 'bang', he closed the books in his hand, and his reckless actions brought the sharp and unimaginable sight of the girl indoors.

"Have your family told you where to knock on the door first? Or is your current brain capacity completely insufficient to support your thoughts on etiquette?"

Kaori Yoshinoya, who was sitting in the innermost part of the classroom, stared at me in anger, and his fingers were clamped in the pages of the book to be read. The eyebrows were standing upside down and it seemed that if I couldn't say any appropriate reason, I might be greeted by Aikido. But at this time, I had a perfect shield.

"Did you hear it all? This guy was muttering to himself outside the door and wanted to give a perfect self-introduction."

"Hey hey hey hey hey! Why do you know!"

I pulled her out from behind in a scream of Tuanzitou as if she was finished.

But what I expected was that this action was exchanged for the confused look of eyes sitting in the snow on the chair.

“…What did I hear?”

What are you pretending at this time? You, a super-powered mind reader.

"Forget it. In short, your task is here. This guy is worried about discussing with you. The specific situation may be related to her social relationship, so I will not participate in conversations between women. I will block my ears with headphones and don't forcefully disturb me to sleep. Is this OK?"

"Well, as long as you don't speak, it's fine. Please enjoy your eternal sleep. Hikigaya, who has never had a good sleep. I will always remember your name."

"Sorry, your meme is a bit too high-end, I can't tell it clearly."

"Then please sleep well, Hikiga."

"Well, this time I can hear the malice clearly."

"Hey, hey? Wait a minute, I probably haven't spoken yet, right? Why do I have to accept help? Hey? Why did it develop into what it is now? This is the Ministry of Service? Hey hey?"

The poor lady Tuanzitou looked at Xue Zhixia and I who were exchanging positions with a blank look on her face, and finally fell into complete chaos.
Chapter completed!