Crossover Anime: Not Joining the Service Club at the Start

Timber base: "Ah, mortals."

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other in surprise upon hearing the other's reply.

Hachiman: This guy's got guts!

Timber Stand: You traitor!

Cheng Shi: ? ? ?

"What happened?"

Why didn't anyone talk to him about it?

Filled with curiosity, Cheng Shi tugged at Yukinoshita again.

"Could you tell me what that novelist classmate was talking about? Maybe I can give you some advice?"

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita glanced at Hikigaya, who was staring at Yoshiteru Zaimokuza beside her.

""

Well, anyway, these two aren't making any progress right now.

So, Yukinoshita gave Naritsu a general summary of what Yoshiteru Zaimokuza had said.

"What do you think?"

"Emm," Cheng Shi blinked, "This, isn't this just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?"

"Chuunibyou?" Upon hearing this unfamiliar term, Yukinoshita asked curiously, "What kind of condition is that?"

“No, this isn’t an illness,” Cheng Shi paused, then added, “No, it could be considered an illness.”

"Because when this disease becomes too severe, it can also cause distress to others."

Upon hearing this, Yukino turned around and looked at Zaimokuza, who was chatting away with Hikigaya.

If it's troubling, that guy doesn't seem to feel that way.

In that case, there's no need to call 120.

However, there is still a problem.

"How exactly do the symptoms of this 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome) manifest?"

"Well, simply put, it's about a person performing for themselves or others within a script they've set."

“Oh, I see,” Yui suddenly said. “But, don’t they feel embarrassed?”

Neither Naruto nor Yukinoshita were startled by Yuihama's sudden outburst.

"As for this, why don't you just look at that classmate, the woodworker, and you'll know?"

Yuihama was speechless.

You should understand now.

"So, are you going to take on this commission?" Cheng Shi asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Yukinoshita glanced at Zaimokuza, then turned to look at him. "You seem to know a lot about this kind of person."

"I would like to hear your views."

"Me?" Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a member of your club, so my opinion is useless, isn't it?"

"As for what I know, it's because I've had similar experiences before."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise as she looked at him, as if she couldn't believe that he would have such a side to him.

"I'm suddenly a little curious about what your script was back then."

“Hehe,” Cheng Shi smirked, “Trust me, there’s nothing more to say.”

"maybe."

Yukino offered no comment and did not pursue the matter further.

"So, according to you, his first draft must have had a lot of his own ideas?"

Isn't this a natural source of material for novels?

“You could say that,” Cheng Shi nodded, but he quickly added, “However, there’s one thing you need to understand, because imagination and reality are different.”

What you imagine in your head and what you write down isn't as good as you think.

It might even be something that's offensive and unsightly.

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita lowered her head and began to ponder.

Wen Chengshi is right; having a natural resource library doesn't necessarily mean you have a natural talent for writing.

In that case, we might need to reconsider whether or not to accept this commission.

After all, she didn't want her studies to turn into torture.

Just as she was pondering this, Hachiman's side seemed to be nearing its end.

"Then why don't you just post it online?"

"No, those people's remarks are too extreme. I'm afraid I'll be talked to to death."

""

Hikigaya was speechless.

Then what's the point of writing novels?

Meanwhile, after hearing Zaimokuza's words, Yukinoshita's heart slowly tilted towards rejection.

It has to be said that it's always good to discuss things with others before accepting a commission.

Because at least there are other options.

“But you have no other choice but to post it online now,” Hachiman shrugged. “Because we’ve already refused.”

"Hmph! How naive you are, Hachiman." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against his forehead, laughing strangely.

"You think I didn't see it? The real person in charge of this club isn't you at all, Hachiman!"

"You're getting weaker."

Seeing the regretful look in Zaimuza's eyes, Hachiman gritted his teeth in anger.

Damn it! This guy actually figured it out!

What a failure

Although Hikigaya didn't speak, Zaimokuza still managed to glean the answer he wanted from his face.

He guessed right.

"So, what is your opinion, you who are truly in power?"

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita subconsciously looked up at him.

"???"

Yuihama: ? ? ?

Hikigaya: "Pfft!"

"Ah? What happened?"

Why did this person walk up to me?

"Huh?" Cai Muzuo wasn't blind; he naturally noticed the reactions of these people.

"You, aren't you the founder of this club?"

""

Cheng Shi did not reply, because he was still waiting for someone else's answer.

At the same time, he did not think that the question about the timber pedestal was directed at him.

until

An opening beneath the snow.

"I am the founder of this club, Zaimokuza-kun."

“Uh!” Yi Hui, the timber maker, broke out in a cold sweat.

murderous look!

He sensed a chilling killing intent!

It will kill you, it's definitely the kind of death that will happen to people!

Hurry up, apologize right now!

"Red bean paste is so private, it's like a perfect match!"

Yoshiteru Zaimokuza bowed deeply to Yukinoshita.

"Wow!" Cheng Shi, who witnessed this scene through his mind's eye, couldn't help but exclaim, "Was that an earthquake?"

I almost yelled for them to rise!