I Was Supposed to Be Giving Love Advice on the School Radio, but Before I Knew It, the Beautiful Girls at School Were Hitting on Me
“Well, so it’s summer vacation now, and I hope you will enjoy it to the fullest, but don’t go overboard.”
A few days had passed since the last radio broadcast, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last day of the first semester. I spent the last day of the semester aimlessly, listening to the same words I heard last year, which are neither poison nor medicine, from right to left.
Summer vacation……. I can’t do club activities…….
If you’re a regular club member, you’ll probably be able to spend your time at a summer camp without losing your enthusiasm for club activities, but I’m not a regular club member, I’m an irregular. Even if we wanted to have a training camp, we had neither a partner nor a place to stay.
Last year, we were forced by our seniors to go on a crazy training camp where we couldn’t even get a radio signal and had to communicate with aliens by radio wave.
“Well, that’s why I won’t be seeing these guys for a month, but please stay strong. I look forward to seeing you again after the summer holidays… Now then, please give the orders, duty officer.”
I was thinking about that, and before I knew it, the teacher’s talk was over. I see….1 month, I’m going to say goodbye to this school.
I will not see my classmates, but I really won’t see the teachers for a month. What comes to mind is that yakisoba bread junkie teacher…… You have to eat something nutritious in the summer, Sensei……
“Take care, Rei. “
“Thank you very much !”
I said goodbye in my heart to my teacher who was heading straight down the path to ill health, and bowed at the end of the first semester with deep emotion.
“Oh, Kageyama kun, please go to Mashiro sensei’s place after this. “
“……”
I bowed, and the sound of my head hitting the desk with a loud thud echoed throughout the classroom.
♢
“Give me back my sentimentality.”
“What’s with that?”
Despite my broken sentimental mood, the teacher was still in the same mood. She looked at me and let out a small sigh.
“I was worried that you’d become like an empty shell, but at this rate you seem fine.”
“Oh, that is……”
It seems that this person was worried about me in her own way. After all, she is a teacher who cares about her students…
“Last year the broadcasting club did a camp or something, are you planning to do something this year?”
“It would be insane to do that again…”
“Well, you’re right.”
The teacher who was in charge last year laughed out loud. By the way, she probably didn’t remember it because she was drunk, but Mashiro sensei was chasing a handsome alien with the seniors who were chasing UFOs.
…Anyway, what kind of handsome alien was that, was it Alien Mefilas or something?
“But what the heck, you were having fun too.”
“That’s just because I couldn’t do it without matching the tension with the seniors.”
Or maybe I was just overcome by summer magic or something. The dreaded summer magic.
“I wonder…….”
But the teacher brushed off my assertion lightly, leaning back in her chair and straightening her back.
“So, what did you call me here for today?”
“Hm? I just wanted to say goodbye to one of my students.”
“…..I’m leaving.”
“Wait, wait, I’m kidding ! A new teacher joke !”
The teacher kept hitting me around the chest while still sitting in her seat. Seriously, she’s so careless I can’t believe she’s a teacher…
The teacher didn’t seem to mind at all the disapproving looks I was giving he and continued tapping away at her smartphone.
“Now….okay, and……”
Just at that moment, my phone rings. I look and see an s dress with “Mashiro Izumi” written on it and a link to some page……
“I was thinking of asking for your LINE ID, but I actually signed up last year.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what you did at the camp.”
The icon on the screen is probably the teacher’s back. I don’t recognize it, so it’s probably changed from when she signed up last year.
…As for the profile section that was accidentally seen, I won’t mention it here.
“Well, open that link. “
“……It’s not a shady site, is it?”
“What the hell do you think I am?”
The teacher sighed in exasperation. No, you’re barely qualified, aren’t you? To be honest, it wouldn’t be surprising if any kind of website came out of this.
However, there was no way it had a virus in it. I couldn’t just go home, so I obediently clicked on the link. And then, what opened was…
“……Twitter?”
What opened up on my phone was the screen of a well-known social media. It is a communication tool loved by all generations, young and old, men and women. It was the profile page of a certain account.
“Um, Sensei, this is…”
“Hmm? After all, we live in an information-based society now, right? I think our broadcasting club should make the most of it. I thought it would be a good idea for Kageyama to give love advice over social media during the summer.”
“Oh, I see……”
The account’s pinned tweet contains a link to a certain Q&A website, presumably allowing users to ask questions such as love advice.
“You’re like a tuna that would collapse without a radio, aren’t you? I thought it would be a nice refresher if we solicited questions from students in this way, even if only during the summer break.”
The teacher nodded confidently. It’s true that this system of collecting and answering questions via social media might help to curb my desire to listen to radio to some extent…
But that’s not the point. My gaze slowly moves upward. From the pinned tweets, to the profile, and then to the all-important account name…..
Akihito High School Broadcasting Club [Official] ～K’s Midsummer Traveling Love Consultant～
“What the heck is this account name !?”
The account name is so unbelievably lame that it completely destroys the credibility of this question box system, which was supposed to be a very innovative idea.
The dodgy shops around there have more reasonable names, don’t they? I’ve never been there though ! But the teacher doesn’t seem to have a clue what I’m talking about.
“The title…ah, the K stands for Kageyama.”
“That’s not what I meant ! What’s a traveling love consultant !”
That’s such a old fashjioned name ! I was about to say, but I held myself back and confronted the teacher, who seemed completely unfazed.
“It’s easy to remember, isn’t it?”
“I say it’s a problem because it throws away everything except clarity !
“What’s the matter? I made it for you because I was worried that you might have become an empty shell. You should be grateful and not angry.”
…Well, now that you mention it, you’re right. I can just change the name later.
“Thank you…..“
”All right, I’ll give you the account name and password.”
The teacher tapped her smartphone, and it vibrated again. I entered the password I had received and the administrator screen opened.
Okay, now all I have to do is tweak the name…..tweak……?
“Um, Sensei……“
”What’s wrong Kageyama?”
”I can’t change this profile.”
”Hm? Oh, there must be some bug that prevented you from changing it.”
“Tell me that first !”
The teacher calmed me down by saying it was ok, even though I was getting angry.
“It’s already been tweeted, so it’s too late now. Oh, look, it’s spreading under the name #K’s Summer Love Radio.”
“That’s not a follow-up to anything……”
“Oh, double-meaning, you’re good at that. “
”I’m not impressed !”
My screams echo through the air-conditioned staff room.
Kageyama Shog, 16 years old—I got a strange tool for club social media.
Maitoshi