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His frequent purchases of bishoujo games earned him considerable prestige among male students.
His appearance is just unkempt, not greasy or fat. Because he often goes to various comic conventions—the kind where you sweat a lot in the hot weather—his physique is actually quite good.
In this situation, it's not hard to understand why some girls would like him.
"You bastard! It was a deal: whoever gets a girlfriend treats!"
Onodera punched Kamigo in the chest.
Shangxiang, on the other hand, was grinning foolishly with delight.
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[P.S.: This is a slice-of-life story, so the pace won't be fast.]
[This is my first time changing the genre, and I wanted to try writing in the style of Japanese light novels. I hope you all like it.]
Volume 1: Chapter 2: I knew Toyonosaki couldn't be without Kasumigaoka!
The first class in the afternoon was English class taught by our homeroom teacher, Yoshiko Hasumi, who was explaining the plural forms of nouns.
"Generally, you add an 's' to the end of the word, such as map → maps..."
As a transmigrator who has already experienced an entire high school life, Itsuka Yuuto finds it easy to learn common subjects, such as English and mathematics.
Only Chinese language and history classes require more attention.
However, he will still take notes as required; just because learning is effortless doesn't mean he doesn't need to do anything.
"Clap!"
The pen refill broke.
Yuto Itsuka pressed the button at the end of the pencil, but nothing happened; the lead was gone.
He took a spare pen refill from the table and slowly inserted it into the pen tip—this was a delicate task, and even nine or ten people would break it if they tried.
You must control the force carefully, inserting it little by little, without letting your hand shake.
So most people usually put it in from the back.
Yuto Itsuka had no such worries; his hands were always very steady.
I wrote and stopped in my notebook like this until the end of get out of class.
With her textbook tucked between her arm and her breasts, Hasumi Yoshinoko gave Itsuka a "follow my elbow" look before leaving the classroom.
Yuto Itsuki scratched his hair in frustration, got up and followed her into the teachers' office.
"Let me make this clear first, I'm not joining any clubs with weird names." Knowing he couldn't escape, Itsuka Yuto chose to strike first.
Hasumi Yoshinoko, who was already sitting at her desk, looked at him with a puzzled expression. "A club with a weird name?"
"Service Club, Far East Magic Nap Society, SOS Club, and the like."
"No, our school doesn't have any clubs like that," Hasumi Yoshiko quickly waved her hand.
"Furthermore, the Service Club... how could the student council approve such a suspicious name!"
"Hard to say."
"In short, we don't have such a club in Toyonosaki!"
"Yes."
Yuto Itsuka had an expression that said, "I can't do anything with you, whatever you say goes," which made Yoshinoko Hasumi puff out her cheeks, roll up her textbook, and tap him on the head twice.
"Seriously, how could the teacher let you join that kind of club?"
Yuto Itsuka scratched his head and made a suggestion: "Ren, actually I have a way to have the best of both worlds."
"You have to call the teacher at school!" Two more bangs.
Then Hasumi Yoshinoko looked at him curiously: "What method?"
"Please allow me to establish the 'Home-Based Homework Club'!"
"A self-organized study room at home?"
"I'll bring the workbook for you to see!"
"Rejected." Hasumi Kinoko crossed her hands and made a "plop" sound.
"How could this happen~" Yuto Itsuka instantly collapsed to the ground, looking dejected and bent forward.
"It's not democratic at all, teacher! Toyonosaki always claims to have a free school spirit, doesn't it?!"
"It's relatively free."
"Damn it, as the top student in the grade, don't I get any special treatment?!" Yuto Itsuka asked unwillingly.
Hasumi Yoshinoko looked at Itsuka Yuto with admiration: "Even if you're the top student in the country, you still have to join a club. It's a school rule."
"..."
Yuto Itsuka was speechless.
"Teacher, does that mean you've already chosen a club and are waiting for me to sign up?"
"Yes, don't worry, the teacher won't make things difficult for you."
"What is it?"
"The Literature Department."
Literature club?
Yuto Itsuka thought about it and realized that as long as it wasn't the Classical Literature Club, it seemed like there really wouldn't be a problem.
Although he is a light novelist, he has always relied on his experience of writing web novels in his previous life. He really doesn't have any methodology for light novels. The fact that his book became a bestseller was just a lucky break.
They might fail miserably in the next project.
Moreover, the interactions and romance between the male and female leads are something that can't be imagined by just working on it in isolation. It's necessary to exchange ideas with colleagues, and maybe we can get new inspiration.
Yuto Itsuka immediately nodded, agreeing to join the Literature Club, and asked the teacher for the club's floor location.
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At the end of the corridor on the fifth floor of the student association building.
Yuto Itsuki stared blankly at the sign hanging at the entrance of the club activity room—"Department for Learning and Exchanging Civility and Etiquette".
Is this the Faculty of Letters?
Yuto Itsuka recalled the floor location his teacher had given him.
—That's right, this is the place.
Is it a prank?
He thought so.
Anyway, since he's already here, he might as well go in and ask. He's going to join a club anyway, so it doesn't matter to him whether it's the Literature Department or the Civility and Etiquette Learning and Exchange Department.
"Boom boom boom——"
Yuto Itsuka politely knocked on the door first, and only after hearing someone inside say "Please come in" did he open the door and go inside.
The nearly 30-square-meter club activity room was packed full—a row of tables and chairs were piled up at the back, storage cabinets and bookshelves were against one wall, and two desks were placed in the middle.
A young girl was sitting at the desk with her back to him, looking down at something.
"The Department for Learning and Exchanging Civility and Etiquette?" Itsuki Yuto asked.
"Ah."
"Literature Club?"
"Ok?"
The girl spoke with some confusion, then looked up and turned around. The two faced each other, and Yuto Itsuka could see the other's face clearly.
She has long black hair, wears a white headband, and is dressed in a blue and white summer school uniform—short-sleeved and short-skirted.
She has a beautiful face reminiscent of April, and her wine-red eyes are captivating.
She has a near-perfect figure—starting from her round-toed leather shoes, black stockings that extend all the way to the middle of her thighs tightly wrap around her long, straight legs, while the tight-fitting school uniform on her upper body further accentuates her graceful figure.
If you had to describe it in four words, it would be—dry mouth and throat.
However, Yuto Itsuka did not show any surprise, because he recognized the other party's identity.
Kasumigaoka Utaha.
One of the three beauties of Toyonosaki Academy.
It is rumored to be an entity that "cannot be approached without permission".
But Yuto Itsuka didn't recognize him that way; he knew the other person's identity simply because this was Toyonosaki Academy.
Toyonosaki without Kasumigaoka Utaha is like the West losing Jerusalem.
"That's what Mr. Hasumi told me, this is the Literature Club," said Yuto Itsuka.
"Ah, that makes sense."
"That's not wrong?"
"The club's activities involve reading, writing, and submitting articles, so calling it the Literature Club isn't wrong," Kasumigaoka Utaha replied.
"So, why is it called the Department of Civility and Etiquette Learning and Exchange?"
"Reading quietly is also a form of civilized etiquette. Haven't you ever been to the library, junior?"
"you know me?"
"I'm sorry." As soon as she asked the question, Yuto Itsuka realized that Hasumi-sensei must have already mentioned her to her.
He probably said something like "please look after him," otherwise, given the girl's personality, she obviously wouldn't have given him a friendly look just because of his appearance.
"Hey junior, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
"Excuse me, I am Yuto Itsuka from Class 1-B."
"Class 2-D, Kasumigaoka Utaha".
"Kasumigaoka-senpai, I want to join the Literature...Civilization and Etiquette Exchange and Learning Club," said Yuto Itsuka.
"There are membership application forms over there. Take one and fill it out yourself." Kasumigaoka Utaha pointed to the locker by the wall, then, as if she had completed her task, turned around and buried herself in her book again.
It must have been Hasumi-sensei who gave me these instructions, right?
Yuto Itsuka didn't feel there was anything wrong with it. He liked the quiet atmosphere where no one would bother him, and he wished it could be like this all the time.
He pulled a membership application form from the locker and then went to another desk to start filling it out.
After he finished filling out the form, he saw that Kasumigaoka Utaha was still reading a book attentively. He didn't choose to disturb her, but instead put the application on the desk and prepared to leave.
At this moment, the girl spoke up: "Wednesdays and Fridays are club activity times, which are mandatory. Other times are fine."
"Ok."
Yuto Itsuka left the activity room.
Volume 1: Chapter 3: Love Simulation, But a Lifelong Regret Edition
Toyonosaki Academy dismisses students at 3:30 p.m., but Yuto Itsuka doesn't get home until almost 5 p.m.
Aside from his commute from Chiyoda to Nakano, he also went to the supermarket to buy some half-price bento boxes, instant noodles, snacks, cola, and other daily necessities.
This is a routine he does every Monday, and he has dinner here every week for the following week.
Back at the apartment, the first thing I did was pick out my favorite half-price bento from the shopping bag and put it in the microwave. The rest of the bento boxes and drinks went into the refrigerator.