I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

“I can’t tell you my client’s information,” Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a stern face, crossing her arms. “You should answer my question first.”

Kawasaki looked at Himekoji with displeasure. Himekoji shrugged, indicating that she was still keeping her secret. Kawasaki was even more confused and frowned, saying, "Where I went and what I did has nothing to do with you, teacher. I didn't cause any trouble for anyone."

"Maybe it will happen in the future!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka raised her voice and scolded.

"You're already a high school student, haven't you considered your parents' feelings?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka reprimanded him methodically.

“Speaking of which, teachers haven’t been parents, so they probably don’t understand that feeling,” Kawasaki immediately thought of a rebuttal. She narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile playing on her lips, and said, “Besides, you’re single…”

As soon as she finished speaking, the Hiratsuka Shizuka was immediately sunk. If a boy had said that, she would have punched him mercilessly. But when these words came from Kawasaki, who was also a woman, Hiratsuka Shizuka's knees buckled and she fell forward. Himekoji quickly grabbed her arm and helped her up.

"Instead of meddling in my business, teacher, you should think about solving your own problems first, like getting married."

After Kawasaki's resounding victory, he walked past Hiratsuka Shizuka without a second thought, then winked at Himekoji. Himekoji secretly gave her a thumbs up and continued to help Hiratsuka Shizuka up. Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at him with teary eyes and sobbed pitifully, "Let me go and let me lie down... I don't have the courage to live anymore."

"This won't do, Ms. Hiratsuka." Himeko helped her up and walked towards the office. She leaned against Himeko's shoulder, sobbing and wiping away tears, saying, "I...I'll go home now, sob..."

Let's turn back time and go back to this time one day ago.

Himekoji sat in the car on her way home and took out her phone to call Saki Kawasaki.

"It's me, is there something you need?"

"Some people have come up with a plan about you today... Kawasaki."

"Hmph, I know without even thinking that my part-time job is about to be exposed, right? Didn't you say anything?"

"At least I can keep people's secrets, so let me tell you about our arrangements here, it's roughly like this... do you understand?"

Himekoji, biting into a chocolate bar, rested her chin on her hand, a confident smile playing on her lips.

"Do you really just want to see Hiratsuka Shizuka heartbroken?"

Kawasaki's intuition told her that Himekoji's purpose might not be so simple.

"Don't you sometimes find it interesting? Mature women are much more sophisticated."

Himekoji gave her an ambiguous answer.

"Fine, do whatever you want. Anyway, I'm grateful you told me about this, and I'll cooperate with you tomorrow, don't worry."

After saying that, Kawasaki hung up the phone.

Let's go back one day.

"Waaaaah... I have to go back, waaaaah..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, sobbing, was helped by Himekoji to the teachers' lounge. At this time, there was no one left in the room except for Hiratsuka Shizuka and Himekoji. After school, the teachers left much faster than the students, since they didn't have any club activities.

Himeko pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Hiratsuka Shizuka, watching her cry without making a sound or disturbing her. Hiratsuka Shizuka turned her head away, covered her face, and cried uncontrollably for a full ten minutes before she calmed down. When she saw Himeko in front of her, she quickly turned her head away again and covered her face with her hands, saying, "Why are you still here?"

"I can't just leave you crying like that in the hallway, can I?"

Himeko leaned back and adjusted her bangs.

"Don't look at me, go away, I'm not crying!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was still covering her face, twisting her body as if she was being difficult.

"...Is anyone in your office? If not, give me the key and I'll go get your bag."

What are you doing with your bag?

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at Himekoji furtively once.

"I really don't know if you're genuinely stupid or just pretending," Himeko sighed, holding out her hand helplessly. "How can you go out looking like this? I'll go get your bag for you, and you can touch up your makeup before you go out. There are a lot of students in the hallway right now..."

"Ughhhhhh..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka cried even harder.

"...key."

"Ugh." She covered her face with one hand, while fumbling in the pocket of her white coat with the other. Finally, quite incongruously, she took out the key from her left pocket with her right hand, fumbled for it, and handed it to Ji Xiaolu, saying, "Here, take it! Go quickly and come back quickly!"

"Yes Yes."

Himekoji wrapped the key ring around her finger twice, got up and left. Only then did Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had been covering her face, slowly lower her hand after hearing the door close. She secretly looked around, then took out the small folding mirror she always carried and opened it.

"Wow...it's a complete disaster." Hiratsuka Shizuka's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, but she quickly paused, gritting her teeth, "That brat...he practically watched my makeup smudge right in front of him!" (Himekoji: Yeah, yeah, how come you only just realized?)

Soon, the door to the instructors' lounge was knocked on again. Hiratsuka Shizuka immediately hid the small mirror and continued to cover her face with her hands, leaving only her eyes peeking through her fingers.

"Wait a moment, I'll bring that mirror over for you. It's not convenient to touch up your makeup with a small mirror, is it?"

After locking the door, Himekoji placed Hiratsuka Shizuka's Gucci bag flat on her lap before going to the corner of the lounge and moving the oval mirror, which was embedded in the split pillar, over along with the pillar itself.

"I won't look at your makeup, you can just touch it up."

"You bastard, get out!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka glared at him fiercely.

"Hey, hey, hey, I've done you a huge favor, so even if you don't thank me, don't yell at me."

Himekoji turned her back to her and casually flipped through the latest Yomiuri Shimbun and Sankei Shimbun.

"Did I ask you to meddle in other people's business, you annoying brat?"

"Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, can I take this as you being tsundere?"

"Arrogant...arrogant?! So delicate...what?! Say it again if you dare!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was rubbing her hands together, but her face remained bright red.

"Alright, stop punching my head and hurry up and touch up your makeup."

Himekoji sighed. She had left all her work to Mariya today. After dealing with Hiratsuka Shizuka's matter, she went home first, but she had to go out again at 11 p.m.

"Humph!"

"If you throw another punch at my head, I'll tie your hands and feet to a chair and then..."

Author's Note:

P.S.: I recommend a book.

My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

I like you! Please go out with me!

"Sorry, I like anime characters."

Using an anime-style blame-shifting tactic is truly the behavior of a lowly scumbag. +1 scumbag point.

"Sorry, I'm actually a pervert."

This self-deprecating scumbag has already become a seasoned veteran in the world of scum, +5 Scum Points.

"Sorry, I like your best friend."

No wonder you're such a master at ruining girls' friendships! Why don't you just die, you brain-dead bastard?! Scumbag Points +99

"Sorry, I'm a scumbag."

"Waaaaah..."

A scumbag who makes a girl cry is a real scumbag, scumbag points +999...

Chapter 039, "Let's have a drink," [Himekoji Haruto] decides to raise his glass.

"Then?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked. If it were any other boy, she would have definitely punched him right now, but she knew that would be humiliating herself in front of Himekoji.

"Then quickly touch up your makeup now that you've finally calmed down. What else do you want me to do to you? My lovely Hiratsuka Shizuka-neechan, I'm planning to tie you up so I can see you panic, not so I can see you staring at me expectantly. Please respect my dignity, okay? Are you implying that I should take this opportunity to do something to you so you can cry and beg me to take responsibility? Like, getting engaged to you now and then having to marry you on my twentieth birthday or something."

Ji Xiaolu leaned to the side and said in a rather teasing tone.

"You! You, you, you...! Get out—!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks, which had just returned to normal, turned as red as if they were covered in a fiery sunset. She threw a jar of cream at Himekoji, and after Himekoji caught it perfectly and tossed it back to her in a perfect arc, she shut her mouth completely.

So, when Hiratsuka Shizuka was finally able to go out and meet people, Himekoji quietly took his leave without making a sound.

Of course, Yukinoshita's plan to use Hayama to carry out her "handsome man" scheme also failed, so the final plan—to go directly to him—became the first choice.

"She doesn't seem to be here either..." Yukinoshita, dressed in a maid outfit, looked around and said, "Her name isn't on the schedule."

"Then we'll have to go to the next one..." Hachiman muttered, resting his chin on his hand, "The Royal Cesare Hotel, top floor, the Angel's Staircase."

So everyone went home to change clothes; wearing simple school uniforms wouldn't do in such a high-class hotel.

Yuihama was invited to Yukinoshita's home, while Hikigaya went home and changed into the white suit his parents had prepared for him that he hadn't worn in ages. He arrived early at the lobby of the grand hotel, leaning against the meticulously decorated wall and looking at his watch.

Girls really take a long time to change clothes... They have to choose each dress one by one, Hachiman thought to himself.

Yuihama's figure is a bit better than Yukinoshita's, so Yuihama couldn't wear some of Yukinoshita's dresses at all. She would have to choose a looser one to come over, which would probably take longer. As for Zaimokuza, who had also been clamoring to come along, and the shy Totsuka, they failed the dress check and were stopped at the door.

At that time, Totsuka's pitiful look, wanting to keep him but unable to say it, really made Hachiman's heart flutter.

So, once the two female protagonists were in place, the three of them took the elevator together and arrived at the Angel Staircase, which is also known as the Ceiling Garden.

The dome is made entirely of tempered glass with a few supporting alloys, creating a multi-arched structure similar to the interior of the Sagrada Familia. The entire night sky is unobstructed from here, and the window seats offer a panoramic view of Chiba Prefecture. Of course, you can also choose to draw the curtains next to you, but most people don't do that.

The melodious sound of a piano echoed throughout the top floor, and the almost completely silent opening and closing of the automatic doors went unnoticed by anyone.

"Hey, hey, hey...really?"

Hikigaya, who was in such a place for the first time, instinctively wanted to back down. He nervously shrank his neck and his posture was not as straight as before. Fortunately, Yukinoshita gave him some pointers, otherwise Hikigaya would probably have embarrassed himself. But regardless, Kawasaki Saki herself was busy working at the bar. Working in a nightclub in such a high-end hotel would definitely be very lucrative. Although Hikigaya knew this, her behavior made her siblings at home feel uneasy. Out of a sense of responsibility for being entrusted with the task, the three of them came to the bar together.

As a result, Kawasaki didn't recognize who Hachiman was at all.

"It's quite an achievement that you guys found your way here," Kawasaki said, wiping his glass without looking up. "What would you like to drink?"

“Peiluya”.

Yukinoshita mentioned something that Hachiman had never heard of before, and Yuihama nervously ordered the same thing. As for Hachiman, he originally wanted MAX coffee, but Yukinoshita beat him to it and ordered, "Just give him a ginger ale."

"Then give me a glass of Apasson."

“Ah…hey,” Kawasaki Saki said, frowning, to Himekoji, who was leaning against the bar, “You’re not old enough to drink alcohol yet.”