Sunday, April 26, 2015

Yahari Ore no Seishun Rabukome wa Machigatte Iru Volume 04

Chapter 1: And That’s How Hikigaya Hachiman Spends His Summer Vacation

“Y-yikes…” a voice groaned softly.

As if attempting to stifle that sound, the electric fan hummed and shook its head from side to side. Komachi was slowly shaking her head from side to side at the exact same speed.

“Onii-chan, this won’t do. This won’t do at all…” Gingerly, Komachi put the yellowed writing paper down on the table. “I knew you were one of those types, onii-chan, but this report just won’t do… it won’t doooo.”

“Shuddup, you’re the one who wanted to copy my report. Don’t like it, don’t look at it.” I snatched the paper away from Komachi’s hand, partly because I was upset she had rejected it so thoroughly and partly because I was embarrassed that someone was looking at something I wrote so long ago.

“Okay, okay, I said sorry. I’ll just use the parts I can use, so let me see it,” Komachi sang. “Well, it barely looks like I can use it, though,” she added rather unnecessarily as she took the report from my hand once again and started copying down some notes.

This was that damned summer vacation homework in action for you.

Around in elementary school, it seemed you were given study booklets called “Summer Vacation Friends”, but that wasn’t the case from middle school onwards. In other words, you had no friends during your summer vacation. If I were to say it in a cool-sounding way, it would be Friend/Zero. There weren’t many characters appearing in it, so that was good for the artistic design.

The middle school I had attended – and which Komachi was attending right now – did not give much homework: a worksheet for English and maths, the supplementary kanji workbook for Japanese and an independent research project, plus an essay or a book report.

As I peered at Komachi, whose hand had stopped moving as she groaned quietly, I chugged down some chilled MAX Coffee. The particular sweetness of condensed milk coiled around my throat and went straight to my head. That part of it could not be imitated by a café au lait. I also recommend putting shaved ice in it.

Even a mature person with mature tastes is partial to sweet things from time to time. The only coffee is MAX Coffee.

In my head, I decided on a stealth marketing pitch for this latest craze. Well, since I wasn’t getting money out of it, it wasn’t actuallystealth marketing, though.

Spread out across the table was a mishmash of textbooks. The bad habit of spreading out all of one’s textbooks at once, characteristic of a kid incapable of studying, was exhibited here in all of its glory.

I drew out a single paper that was buried in the swathe of all those textbooks and promptly read through it. “Ninth Grade Summer Vacation Assignment” was printed in block letters over the summer vacation homework assigned to Komachi. The content was, well, exactly what it said on the tin.

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