It's a romantic comedy for everyone, so why am I the only one single?

Iura Hide picked up his notebook, deliberately cleared his throat, and then, under the teasing and mocking gazes of the crowd around him, began to read aloud the novel he had just written with great expression.

then

Within just a dozen seconds, some people couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.

Even Nikaido Yuri, who had originally intended to take this opportunity to punish him, was stunned and only came to her senses several seconds after he finished reading.

And the first thing he said after coming to his senses was, "That's it?"

"Gone."

As he spoke, Hideaki Iura handed the notebook forward, revealing an expression of heroic sacrifice.

However, Yuri Nikaido only glanced at it and did not confiscate his notebook. Instead, she patted him on the shoulder.

His face, which usually appeared somewhat cold and rigid due to his reluctance to smile, surprisingly revealed a heartfelt smile.

"It's well-written. If it gets published, remember to send a copy to the teacher as well. However, writing is best done in a quiet environment where you won't be disturbed, so please don't write during class next time."

Iura Hide stared blankly at Nikaido Yuri in front of him before realizing that this was no longer his previous life, but a two-dimensional world themed around a sweet romantic comedy.

The bell rang just then.

Iura Hide snapped out of his daze, breathed a sigh of relief, and then, mustering his courage, said with a grin, "Okay, teacher, I understand, but I'm afraid I won't be able to resist thinking about the good parts."

Yuri Nikaido gave him a death stare, but her words warmed his heart.

"If the following sections can maintain this level of quality, my lesson will be a success!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Whether it was an innate habit or something else, Iura Hide, who had never bowed to anyone in his previous life, couldn't help but bow at a 45-degree angle.

Yuri Nikaido remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she smiled and said nothing more. She turned back to the podium, packed up her textbooks and lesson plans, and left the classroom.

As soon as the teacher left, Iura Hide, who had just sat back down, was surrounded by a large group of people.

"Wow! Iura, I never knew you could write novels in addition to writing songs!"

"Yes, yes, and to even receive praise from that old witch Nikaido is truly remarkable!"

"By the way, what's the name of this novel? Are you really planning to submit it for publication?"

"If it really gets published, remember to sign a copy for me!"

""

A hint of helplessness flashed across Iura Hide's eyes, and he could only brace himself and deal with it.

There's no way around it, this human-shaped husky is just too popular! Half the grade level are his friends, and that's no exaggeration!

"Iura-kun is really popular."

Sakura Kono, who had been pushed into a corner by the crowd, saw this scene and, while happy for Hide Iura, felt inexplicably disappointed.

"Kono Sakura, Kono Sakura, stop daydreaming."

"How could anyone possibly like a girl as rigid, gloomy, unlovable, and unattractive as you?"

Kono Sakura silently muttered to herself, then lowered her head and began to carefully organize the notes the teacher had just given.

"Iura-kun was writing his novel during class, so he probably didn't take any notes."

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Chapter 4 Note

"Hey, what are you all doing gathered there? Hurry back to your seats, class is about to start! The girl who gets back to her seat the fastest will get a chance to take a close-up photo with me!"

A familiar, listless voice, as if the person hadn't slept well, and that usual rhetoric that teetered between harassment and narcissism.

Everyone, including Hideaki Iura, knew it was Makoto Yasuda without even turning around.

"Yes, teacher."

As expected, the girls dawdled until a boy returned to his seat first, then they quickly returned to their own seats, laughing and joking.

There's no way around it; despite having long, dark red hair that she usually wears in a very artistic ponytail, being tall, and dressed very elegantly, Yasuda Makoto's looks are not bad at all.

But few girls can stand his narcissistic and arrogant attitude.

Of course, everyone knows that Yasuda Makoto just likes to joke like this and would never actually touch a girl inappropriately.

In addition, his English classes were far more lively and interesting than those of other English teachers, so he was quite popular among all the teachers.

Soon, as the school bell rang, Yasuda Shinya, who had already come to the podium, casually put down his lesson plan and chatted with everyone in English about the comics and magazines he had read the day before.

Yes, this method sounds simple, but which other teacher would do it this way?

Iura Hide rested his chin on one hand and twirled a pen in the other, seemingly looking intently at Yasuda on the podium, but in reality, he was already lost in the plot of "Your Lie in April".

Willow-like green hair fell to my eyes, brushed past my eyebrows, and tickled a little.

"Go dye your hair after school! This green hair looks awful!"

"No, I still have to work after school."

"Come to think of it, it's been over a year, and I still haven't read any comics or novels in Yasuda's classes, nor have I ever listened to any CDs?"

"No, as a compassionate person, how can I show favoritism?"

The pencil, spinning back and forth between fingertips, is frozen in time.

Iura Hide furrowed his brow, his gaze finally focusing on Yasuda Makoto—after a quick glance, he realized that Yasuda wasn't looking in his direction.

So he quickly tore a corner off his notebook and started writing furiously.

Then, while Yasuda turned around to break down a new grammar point he had just explained on the blackboard, he quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it to Kono Sakura.

"Kono, if Yasuda is going to cause me trouble, please let me know in advance, okay?"

Sakura Kono, who was diligently taking notes, was slightly startled when she saw the small crumpled piece of paper suddenly fall in front of her.

Subconsciously turning her head to look in the direction from which the paper ball had flown, she saw Iura Hide secretly winking at her with his hands clasped together, and her gaze instantly softened.

"Didn't you already read it to everyone once?"

Kono Sakura unfolded the paper ball, and after seeing what was written on it, she couldn't help but joke with Iura Shu.

"Please, it's one thing to read it in Mandarin, but if that guy Yasuda finds out, given his twisted sense of humor, he'll definitely make me read it in English! I might as well just kill him!"

Indeed, it was precisely because he foresaw this that he had no choice but to ask Kono Sakura for help.

Otherwise, having already died once, why would he be afraid of dying again?

Many novelists are actually reluctant to talk about their novels with people around them, especially reading their own novels in front of others, which makes them feel very ashamed.

But he is different.

Perhaps because of the fact that he was sharing the book, when he read "April" before, he actually felt a sense of satisfaction, like recommending his favorite light novel to others.

So, as long as he doesn't use English, he wouldn't mind recommending it to everyone again.

Kono Sakura couldn't help but chuckle as she read the note, then gave Iura Hide an OK sign.

Upon seeing this, Iura Hide immediately took out his notebook, and the images in his mind began to unfold once again.

As the pen touched the paper, the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and the faint sounds of noise from the distant playground, accompanied by the lively notes of the piano, all came rushing back to me at once.

"what--"

"You've gotten into trouble again!"

"You idiot, Tsubaki! Don't hit it so high!"

I think I heard a bad noise.

"Huh? Where are you going, Tsubaki? The ball is over there!"

""

"Don't run!"

"Catch her!"

"Silly Tsubaki, hurry up and get the ball back!"

Surrounded and intercepted by a large group of people, Sawabe Tsubaki, who had originally planned to slip away, could only walk toward the nearby school building with a bitter face, looking back every step of the way.

The school building was quiet after school.

"Sawabe Tsubaki cautiously walked past each classroom door facing the playground, and finally found the broken glass scattered all over the floor by the window in the music room."

"And there's the piano, the messy sheet music, and that familiar figure collapsing onto the sheet music."

"A blood-stained baseball, along with old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, landed not far from that figure."

"what--"

"Dead!"

"Sawabe Tsubaki rushed over and picked up the baseball, hiding it behind his back, instinctively tiptoeing to escape."

"But just then, the unlucky Arima Kousei, who had been knocked unconscious by a baseball falling from the sky, convulsed and sat up from the floor."

Their eyes met.

"Huh? Xiaochun? What are you doing in the music room?"

Arima Kousei rubbed his head, still a little dazed. Seeing this, Sawabe Tsubaki relaxed instead.

"Oh, so it's Kousei."

"Fortunately, it wasn't anyone else."

"Sawabe Tsubaki said with a grin as he tossed the baseball in his hand."

At this moment, Kousei Arima, who was watching the baseball rise and fall, finally remembered what had just happened and quickly turned his head to look at the window.

"what!?"

"The glass is broken!"

"It's you again! Tsubaki!"