My Youth Love Comedy Proceeds as Planned! (Volume 11)

Sato Hinami.

She was a woman around 160 cm tall with an innocent face that instantly brought a puppy to mind. If I had to name her most distinctive feature, it would be those light pink eyes. The color suited her perfectly.

Sato-sensei’s heavily waved beige hair shook violently inside the car over and over.

“......”

The reason was that she kept glancing at me, lowering her eyes, looking forward again, tilting her head, and repeating the whole cycle.

Now she had even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started muttering to herself… At this rate we’re going to crash, Sensei.

Maybe I should drive. Oh, right. I don’t have a license.

“If you don’t stare, the face gets blurry…. Why? It’s not a face that should be easy to forget.”

Our eyes met again.

“What are you looking at desu? (Is something the matter, Sensei?)”

“S-sorry, Yu-kun….”

Damn it, there went my mouth again.

Because of the cheap Beginner Japanese Package I bought from the system, if I didn’t consciously focus, clumsy Japanese popped out before Korean.

I knew her personality well. After all, she was also a victim… no, a heroine.

The bright, kind, enthusiastic first-love teacher archetype.

The problem was that she had become Tatsuya’s target. She didn’t realize it herself, but she was currently being bullied ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by the students.

He’s spreading rumors and fabrications about her on the school community to become her only savior while she’s isolated. Pretty sure he bought the admin rights from the previous admin.

Sato Hinami was so dense she hadn’t noticed any of it. She probably thought our class just worked together so well on their own!

Tatsuya… you son of a bitch.

“Yu-kun, are you nervous?”

Sato-sensei asked me in careful, awkward Korean. I was genuinely touched.

She had clearly practiced Korean for me after I suddenly dropped into this world.

“A little desu.”

Sato-sensei gave a small smile and patted her own chest.

“If there is hard thing! Please! Request doumu from this teacher!”

“Yeah.”

“......”

That was the end of the conversation between a Japanese person spitting out awkward Korean and a Korean person spitting out clumsy Japanese.

The atmosphere made it clear neither of us knew what to say next, so I started watching the scenery outside the window. When I snuck a glance, Sato-sensei’s eyes looked moist.

The suffocating silence finally broke when the car entered the school grounds.

Thirty minutes by car… that’s pretty far.

Sato-sensei got out of the car and approached me with a look of firm determination.

She came so close that one more step would have planted her right in my arms.

When I looked down at her quietly, she avoided my gaze again and forced out a single sentence.

“C-casual speech is bad….”

“Yeah.”

“Hng…”

Sorry, Sato-sensei.

I still haven’t bought the polite speech package yet.

Maybe I should just add desu at the end?

“It’s pretty.”

As expected of the main setting of a romantic comedy, the school had a magnificent exterior.

It was so refined that I half-wondered if the word “prestigious” had been left out of the description. At this level of appearance, it deserved to be called an academy rather than just a high school.

I took in the cozy scenery that looked like it would calm my body and mind even if I just stared out the window during class.

I enjoyed it at a leisurely pace while walking beside Sato-sensei. The height difference made matching her stride surprisingly difficult. The inside of the building we reached was more plain than I expected.

Well, drawing detailed interiors would be a pain.

Maybe it was the red pill of the possessed. The higher we climbed the stairs, the closer the students’ chatter from the hallway became.

I had assumed there wouldn’t be many students this early, but quite a few had already arrived.

“This is the staff room!”

“Yeah.”

I followed Sato-sensei’s small back into the staff room.

It wasn’t much different from schools back home. I started hearing murmurs like “Ah… so that’s him?” and “He looks like a total troublemaker.” Someone even said, “Doesn’t he just look like a textbook psychopath?” Fuck, who the hell said that?

I’m not that bad. I’ve even been street-cast before, you know.

“Here’s your name tag.”

“Thank you.”

Arigato gozaimasu, I know that one at least. Sato-sensei gave me a bright smile at my polite response.

So you’re bullying a person like this, Tatsuya.

What a pathetic bastard.

“Shall I put the name tag on for you, Yu-kun?”

I nodded.

The height difference was significant, so I bent down slightly. A fresh cherry-blossom scent came from her. It was a fragrance that matched her spring-like nature perfectly.

Once seated, Sato-sensei pulled a notebook from her handbag.

When she opened it, the pages were packed with Korean words written out phonetically in English letters.

She began reading them slowly and clearly so her meaning would come across accurately.

“Normally you are not allowed to use phone during class but Yu-kun may use. Of course only translator!”

“Thank you.”

“And the academic schedule is….”

I had a meeting with Sato-sensei for about thirty minutes.

Maybe it was because the memories of mandatory military service were so intense, but the fresh scent of middle school that had been forgotten came rushing back during our talk.

The student director who held the title of prettiest unmarried beauty in the school had used a switch that was seriously spicy.

Most of the hot-blooded delinquent boys in puberty had been reformed—or rather, broken—after being thoroughly disciplined by that pain.

My inner self asked,

Seoha-hyung, how do you know that?

How? Because I got beaten too. She especially hated me.

The memo was so ridiculously long that it even made me have these random thoughts.

We had only exchanged messages a few days ago, yet she had prepared all of this since then? My chest felt strangely warm.

But Sato-sensei, why are you spending twenty minutes explaining common-sense things like “You must stop at a red light on the crosswalk!”? I can’t concentrate at all like this.

It seemed Sato-sensei saw me as a baby chick wearing a yellow hat who had just started crossing the street alone.

To be honest, even my own mother hadn’t taught me with this level of care.

I have an independent personality, so she could have raised me like a mass-produced neglected RPG character.

Just pay for ad removal or Tatsuya removal, thanks.

“Any questions or things you don’t understand?”

I shook my head. Then I immediately turned on the translator and typed.

It was a cute effort fitting for a romantic-comedy attribute, and I was touched, but there was no need to make ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her suffer.

“Eh— Really!?”

“Yeah.”

Sato-sensei’s eyes even grew teary. She looked genuinely moved. I, too, was moved by my teacher’s grace. To think I would see that line in real life.

She muttered to herself, “I misunderstood…! He’s a student who tries this hard!” It seemed talking to herself was a habit.

I recalled seeing in some shorts that muttering to oneself was a habit common in people used to loneliness…. Whatever. If I thought about it any more I would end up throwing a punch at Tatsuya.

“Teacher will definitely help Yu-kun adapt to this school!”

“Yeah.”

I’ll gratefully accept that, Sato-sensei. In return, I’ll protect you too.

I might be a little nervous.

I checked my reflection in the window and straightened my clothes one last time. Should I try one of those good-mood poses I saw on the internet? I think it was something like this.

Just as I tried to bend at the waist like a bow—

“Shall we go in now, Yu-kun?”

“Yes.”

Before entering, I had learned some simple polite Japanese from Sato-sensei.

Every time I forced out a sentence her reaction was so big that even I got flustered.

“Everyone, good morning with full power!”

Sato-sensei entered the classroom with a bright expression.

The students responded to her energetic greeting with indifference. “Didn’t give a single fuck” might have been more accurate.

“You all know already, right? Today we have a transfer student from Korea!”

All the precious classmates’ eyes turned toward me at once. It was a messy mix of curiosity and hostility.

I suddenly missed the underclassmen who used to follow me around like puppies.

Oh…

Among them was one gaze that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stood out the most.

Spiky hair jutted out noticeably among the natural styles.

Hello, Tatsuya.

He looked at me in shock, then quickly made an annoyed face.

My brain couldn’t even begin to predict what that crazy bastard was thinking.

And there was one more person I recognized immediately.

Blue hair and cat-like eyes—she was Itsuki Mikoto, Tatsuya’s childhood friend.

She was the heroine classified in Tatsuya’s head as “a woman who doesn’t need money,” and as the childhood-friend heroine, the setting was that she had already been conquered.

More precisely, she liked the young Tatsuya, not the current one.

She was working to return him to his former self.

That guy’s a lost cause. Give up.

My goal was to become a massive chaos agent in this romantic comedy.

I wouldn’t mind getting close to her if the chance came, but… if conflict arose, she would probably take Tatsuya’s side. Better to keep some distance.

“Yu-kun, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath.

Tension swirled through my body as if I had become a new recruit on his first day at a new unit.

I even recalled the monumental fact that I had gotten slapped on that tense first day. Good. The tension disappeared.

Let’s not get stiff for no reason.

“I am Yu Seoha, who came from Korea. Please take care of me. I am not good at Japanese. I ask for your understanding.”

It was a greeting I had memorized hard with cross-checking from both Sato-sensei and the translator. Clap, clap, clap. About five people applauded.

Itsuki was one of them.

But… I had more lines I worked hard to memorize. The atmosphere now made it feel like I needed to wrap things up.

“Yu-kun studied our language hard, so he can understand most of it, but he is still clumsy at speaking. Everyone, please help him! Also, even though we are neighboring countries, our cultures are different, so misunderstandings may occur. When that happens, I hope you resolve them through conversation.”

You’re giving an optimistic speech that wouldn’t work on anyone past lower elementary school, Sato-sensei.

“Umm… Does anyone have questions for Yu-kun!?”

I just wanted to get my seat assignment quickly, but Sato-sensei didn’t seem to want to end it there.

I could feel her desperate goodwill trying to create connections for me, but knowing the truth behind this silence, I could only look at her with pity.

At that moment, the bald guy with prominent buck teeth sitting at the very front shot his hand up. Even trainees these days don’t shave their heads that clean. Are you trying to rebel in front of a former training-camp instructor?

“Kuroshima-kun! Do you have a question?”

“Yes, Sensei. They didn’t just come to school together in the car this morning—they were practically hugging. What exactly is your relationship?”

It wasn’t a hug. We were just close.

Because of the extra penalty, Sato-sensei kept coming close to remember my blurry face (I had overheard her muttering the reason). But you saw that?

Has the fact that Tatsuya is the protagonist of this world turned everything insidious? Huh? Is spying on the teacher common sense now? This manga definitely didn’t have the tag #CommonSenseOverhaul.

“H-hug?! It’s not like that…!”

I cut off the flustered Sato-sensei before she could clear up the misunderstanding.

Admiral Yi, chaos is best suppressed with more chaos.

I immediately stepped down from the platform and walked straight up to our buck-toothed classmate.

This friend apparently had no experience facing a Korean transfer student with a face he wanted to skip during first meetings. The moment I stood in front of him, he lowered his gaze.

In that short time, I could see sweat beading on his scalp.

At this point you could say he had pissed himself from the scalp.

Just how do I look to these people?

Anyway, I looked down at him with a refreshing smile and delivered a line full of youthful spirit.

“Tako-kun, why? Jealous?”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!???”

“The transfer student provoked Kuroshima!”

“Damn! That guy is actually manly!”

“Isn’t it too much to treat Kuroshima like a winter tako?! It’s not like he wanted to be bald!”

I heard various terrible shouts, but Sato-sensei’s scream of despair slammed into my eardrums and drowned them out.

F-fuck. You have mastered the lion’s roar, Sato-sensei!

Well, I’ll clear up the misunderstanding soon. And honestly, your image is already at rock bottom… so it probably won’t do much damage.

My gaze moved to Tatsuya in the very back row—the cause of all this.

Eyes filled with rage that went beyond hostility. I gave him another refreshing smile.

What’s wrong, Tatsuya? Getting that angry only makes me happier.

They say reputation management is important in Japan.

That’s why you act insidiously from the shadows.

But I have nothing to lose in this world.

From now on, I’m going to crash every single one of your insidious plans.

“Let’s get along well.”

Ah, maybe they didn’t understand.

I hope my sincerity got through.

You son of a bitch.