When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 3.1: Adolescent high schoolers love talking about romance way too much. Part -1.

Adolescent high schoolers love talking about romance way too much. Part -1.

Swallowing a slightly burnt egg, I eat it with a chewy texture.

At this point, all I can do is move my mouth in response to the incomprehensibility of the current situation.

“Hey hey, Hinata-kun. That one earlier, it was Sajou-san, right? What’s the relationship? Are you guys, like, lovers?”

With great interest, the class busybodies start chatting with me. Their curiosity seems insatiable, as they pepper me with questions, pushing aside the boys, eager to engage in love talk.

Everyone seems excited about the delicious carrot gossip.

Meanwhile, I continue to chew, signaling, “I’m eating, you know? Can’t talk right now?” I keep eating with a chewy texture. I’m devoid of emotion at this point. I don’t think about anything. I just keep moving my mouth. I couldn’t bring myself to offer more carrots.

But seemingly, the curiosity of the teenage girls in love, with their eyes sparkling, cannot be contained.

They push away the boys and crowd around me, pressing for details.

“Making lunch for someone means you’re definitely lovers, right?”

“When did you guys meet?”

“Sajou-san hasn’t been coming to school, right?”

“So, outside? In private?”

“Maybe at the arcade?”

“Did you meet by chance when Sajou-san was being bothered by delinquents, and you helped?”

“Nah. Isn’t it the other way around?”

“True. Sajou-san doesn’t seem like the type to be bothered by delinquents. So maybe Sajou-san helped Hinata-kun, who was scared.”

“And then, Sajou-san fell in love at first sight with Hinata-kun, right?”

“KYaaaaaaaaa~~~!”

Don’t Kyaaa~~ me….

What nonsense. And I’m supposed to be the one being helped?

…Well, I guess that’s more likely, but it’s baffling.

They say rumors exaggerate, but witnessing petrol and jet fuel being added right in front of me was unexpected. If left unchecked, a glider might turn into a fighter jet.

But if I interject, I’ll undoubtedly be pressed with, “Then what’s going on?” In the end, all I can do is keep my mouth shut.

“How far have you guys gone?”

Confirming that we are definitely dating.

“Did you hold hands?”

“Did you kiss?”

“Or maybe… went further?”

“Those boobs are amazing, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they are.”

“I want to feel them too.”

“So, you did…?”

“Did you feel them?” “You did, right?” “There’s no way you didn’t feel them.”

“No… Did you perhaps squeeze them?”

“Squeeze…!?!” “No way!” “Can you do that?” “But if you did…”

“Wouldn’t you get buried in there?”

Munching or squeezing, seriously? What kind of conversation is this while someone’s eating? The guys behind us are stretching their ears to listen in.

Like a gossip circle, the girls lean in close.

“Yeah,” they all nod in agreement, and the busybody-san who initiated the conversation clears her throat and asks earnestly.

“Did you… you know, do it?”

“Are you going to get angry already?”

Stop being so crude, especially if you’re a girl.

I don’t mean to discriminate between boys and girls, but this is just too vulgar. Where are the girls talking like this to boys? It’s unbearable to be talked about menstruation.

“Ugh, shut up, nosy bastards.”

“Eh?” “Cheap.” “Inadequate loser.” “Tiny.”

My classmates are truly the worst.

With a firm push, they grumble and move away.

It’s not so much giving up as realizing that lunchtime is almost over.

Because, just a moment ago, the girls who surrounded me have now pulled their desks together, taking out their lunches and snacks, yet still sneaking glances and gossiping about me. These puberty-stricken girls, honestly.