Romantic comedy with all members, why am I single?

Chapter 4 Notes
  "Hey, hey, what are you doing around here? Hurry back to your seat, class is about to begin! The girl who returns to her seat the fastest will get the opportunity to take a close photo with the teacher and me~"

The familiar, weak voice as if awake, and the usual rhetoric that is somewhere between harassment and narcissism.

Everyone, including Iura Hide, knew it was Yasuda Makoto without looking back.

"Yes~ teacher~"

As expected, the girls lingered one by one until a boy returned to his seat first, then quickly returned to his seat laughing and joking.

No way, although she has long dark red hair, she usually likes to tie it into a very artistic ponytail. She is tall and well-dressed. Yasuda's appearance is not bad.

But there are really not many girls who can stand his narcissistic and stinky face.

Of course, everyone knows that Yasuda just likes to joke in this way and will not really touch or touch girls.

In addition, the professor's English classes are far more lively and interesting than other English teachers, so he is quite popular among all teachers.

Soon, as the class bell rang, Yasuda Shinya, who had already arrived on the podium, casually put down the lesson plan in his hand and chatted with everyone in English about the comics and magazines he read yesterday.

Yes, this method sounds simple, but who other teachers would do this?

Iura Hide held his chin with one hand and turned the pen with the other. His eyes seemed to be looking at Yasuda on the podium seriously, but in fact, he had already wandered into the plot of "Your Lie in April".

The green hair like willow branches hangs down to the front of the eyes, brushing the eyebrows, a little itchy.

"Go and dye your hair after school! This green hair is so ugly!"

"No, I have to work after school."

"Come to think of it, it's been more than a year, and I haven't read comics or novels in Yasuda's class, nor have I eavesdropped on the CD?"

"No, as a philanthropic person, how can I favor one over another~"

The pencil rotates back and forth between the fingertips.

Iura Hide raised his eyebrows, and his eyes finally focused on Yasuda Makoto - after confirming his eyes, Yasuda guy was not looking in his direction.

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

Then, while Yasuda turned around to dismantle a new grammar he just talked about on the blackboard, he quickly crumpled it into a ball of paper and threw it to Sakura Kono.

"Kono, if that guy Yasuda wants to cause trouble for me, remember to remind me in advance, please~~"

Sakura Kono, who was taking notes seriously, was slightly startled when she saw the small ball of paper suddenly falling in front of her.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look in the direction where the paper ball was flying, and saw Iura Hide, who was clasping his hands and secretly winking at him, and his eyes instantly softened.

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

Kono Sakura unfolded the paper ball, and after seeing the content on it, she suddenly couldn't help but joke with Iura Hide.

"Please, just read it in Mandarin. If that guy Yasuda finds out, with his bad taste, he will definitely make me read it in English! It's better to kill me!"

Yes, it was precisely in anticipation of this that he had to ask Kono Sakura for help.

Otherwise, after having already died once, would he still be afraid of another death?

Many novel authors are actually reluctant to mention their novels to the people around them, especially when they read their novels in front of everyone, they will feel very ashamed.

But he is different.

Perhaps because of the transportation, when he read "April" earlier, he felt as if he was sharing his favorite light novel with others.

Therefore, as long as he doesn’t use English, he actually doesn’t mind telling everyone ‘Amway’ again.

Sakura Kono couldn't help but chuckle as she read the contents on the note, and then gave an OK gesture to Hide Iura.

Upon seeing this, Iura Hide immediately took out his notebook, and the picture in his mind unfolded again.

When the pen tip fell, the sweet smell of cherry blossoms, the faint noise from the playground in the distance, and the lively notes of the piano all came back at once.

"what--"

"We got into trouble again!"

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

"I seemed to hear something not good."

"Ah? Where are you going, Tsubaki? The direction of the ball is over there!"

"."

"Don't run!"

"Get her!"

"You idiot, Tsubaki, go get the ball back!"

"Besieged by a large number of people, Sawabe Tsubaki, who originally planned to run away, could only make a grimace and turned back step by step towards the teaching building not far away."

"The teaching building is quiet after school."

"Tsubaki Sawabe walked past every classroom door that was on the side of the playground, and finally found the broken glass by the window in the music room, which had fallen to the floor."

"There is also the messy music score in front of the piano, and the familiar figure falling on the music score."

"A bloody baseball, together with old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, landed not far from the figure."

"what--"

"He's dead!" "Sawabe Chun rushed over to pick up the baseball, hid it behind his back, and instinctively prepared to run away on tiptoe."

"But at this moment, Arima Kousei, who was unlucky enough to be knocked unconscious by a baseball falling from the sky, was already twitching and sitting up from the floor."

"Looking at each other."

"Ah? Tsubaki-chan? Why are you in the music room?"

"Arima Kousei was rubbing his head, still a little confused. Seeing this, Sawabe Tsubaki actually relaxed."

"What, it turns out to be Kousei."

"Luckily it wasn't anyone else."

"Sawabe Tsubaki said with a smile while tossing the baseball in his hand."

"At this time, Arima Kousei also looked at the ups and downs of the baseball. He finally recalled what had just happened and quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the window."

"ah!?"

"The glass is broken!"

"It's you again! Tsubaki-chan!"

"I just repaired the window you broke a few days ago!"

"Can't you hold back your strength?!"

"How could I possibly hold it in?"

"In the face of Mr. Arima's dissatisfied complaints, Tsubaki Sawabe also put on a menacing posture. He casually picked up the recorder that was pulled down by someone on the table next to him and made a handsome swing posture."

"This is the last spring of my junior high school career! I must become a triple crown champion!"

"."

"If it were someone else at this time, he might be infected by Tsubaki Sawabe's confident and energetic figure, and his blood would boil with excitement."

"But Mr. Arima just turned around silently and walked towards the fallen glass. His silent and dark figure seemed to be in two completely opposite worlds."

"well--"

"I have to apologize again and fill out the damage form."

"Forget it, let's put away these broken glass first."

"Then I'll get the dustpan—"

"Sawabe Tsubaki's eyes darkened, then he cheered up again and ran towards the broom and dustpan placed in the corner of the classroom with a smile."

"But Arima Kousei didn't seem to hear it. He had already reached out to pick up the broken glass on the ground."

"Wait! Finger-"

"Sawabe Tsubaki's expression changed, and he subconsciously exclaimed. At the same time, he rushed over and grabbed his arm at the speed of a baseball bat."

"Really!"

"Don't you know this is dangerous?"

"What if your finger gets scratched?"

"Sawabe Tsubaki scolded angrily."

"Hands are the most precious thing a pianist has!"

"But she forgot that Mr. Arima no longer plays the piano."

"What does that matter?"

"The plain voice, without the slightest emotion, came out of Arima Kousei's mouth. Together with his dim eyes, it deeply hurt Sawabe Tsubaki's heart and made Sawabe Tsubaki temporarily helpless. Know what to say."

"The air seems to have become silent and dark."

"The April sunshine illuminates every corner of the music room, but it cannot shine on Arima Kousei's heart."

"I still can't save you, Kousei"

"Sawabe Tsubaki murmured to himself, the tip of his nose suddenly felt sore, and there seemed to be a stream of heat in his eyes, which was about to rush out uncontrollably."

"Fortunately, at this moment, there was a 'click' sound of the shutter being pressed outside the broken window."

"A boy with rags of orange hair, wearing a dirty football uniform soaked with sweat. He is handsome and sunny. Just by looking at him, you can tell that he is at the top of this category. At some point, he appeared outside the broken window, facing the two people in the music room, pressing the camera button on his phone."

"Tsk, tsk, we are neighbors and childhood sweethearts, we are a couple who love each other regardless of the occasion~~~"

"The almost frozen air became fluid again because of this sudden ridicule."

"Sawabe Tsubaki, who was still holding Arima Kousei's arm, suddenly let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted, and his wheat-colored cheeks were instantly smeared with two clusters of shy red."

"They are not a couple!!"

"The exact same response came from the embarrassed two people in tacit agreement."

"It's just that the thoughts in their hearts are completely different."

"Ah? Don't they like each other?"

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