I Was Reincarnated As the Hated Scummy Best Friend in a Gal Game and the Protagonist Is Useless - Chapter 100



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Chapter 3, Tsugaru and

Tsugaru’s younger sister, Tsugaru (Doaka)chan.

The two sisters have striking green hair.

Her eyes are softer than her sister’s piercing gaze, and she’s slightly shorter than her sister (who’s still shorter than Eimi).

She has a similar atmosphere, giving off a Tsugaru-like feeling.

“Sister brought a man, isn’t that a first? Maybe he’s her boyfriend?”

“I hate it, he’s not worthy of being her boyfriend”

“Don’t call him trash!”

“It’s okay to call him trash, isn’t it…”

He’s just a regular guy, not even a bad guy.

Well, Trash is no exception, either.

“What’s with all these guys coming and going?”

“Sister’s friends, like Eimi and Risa. Last week, Sakura-chan came too”

“Just stop talking about unnecessary things”

Tsugaru’s younger sister starts talking without waiting for her sister’s reaction.

Tsugaru looks at her sister’s face for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Sister’s not straightforward, but that’s just her blushing. Calling him trash is also hiding her true feelings. I’m sure you also have a secret love for Sister inside”

“That’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”

“Sister loves hamsters, so…”

She was saying that when she got good grades in middle school, her evaluation was on the same level as a hamster, and it was a real compliment.

In middle school, she got information about her from her friend, Yoshida, who was also a fan of hamsters.

I think I remember that Yoshida and friends from a long time ago…

Why did I suddenly remember those things?

Perhaps it was because the topic of hamsters came up.

“Hamsters are adorable! Their small size is what makes them so charming!”

“……”

To be rated on a hamster level, and for the reason to be ‘small size’… that’s just mockery…

Who are you calling ‘small size’!

The original Hideyoshi was buzzing with energy, so there’s no way he was small!

Takeru was directly told by Eien-chan, “Oh, oh, oh… it was big.”

Why is it that I always get the short end of the stick compared to Takeru…

“By the way… is Garbage your real name?”

“That’s right.”

“Don’t affirm it! No, it’s not Garbage, my real name is Akechi Hideyoshi!”

“………It’s a shame you’re not Oda Nobunaga or Toyotomi Hideyoshi…”

“Don’t diss them! Don’t treat Akechi Mitsuhide and Toyotomi Hideyoshi with disappointment! Mitsuhide is a major historical figure!”

I’d like to know why I’m ranked down from the famous ones too.

“It kind of feels like The Underdog.”

“You’re quite blunt… Though unrelated, I was surprised when you suddenly used the word ‘The.’”

“So, foreign words are a no-go?”

After all, I’m just the underdog to the protagonist, the heroine, the boss character.

It’s not wrong.

“…….., I don’t want to let him into my room, so lend me the Japanese-style room.”

“Sure. You must really dislike Senior Hideyoshi.”

“I’ll serve tea, so please take care of it.”

“Can we have a conversation without him hearing…?”

“We did have a conversation as if he couldn’t hear us, didn’t we?”

“I’ve given up expecting anything from you.”

Dealing with these sisters is incredibly exhausting.

Tsugaru’s younger sister speaks her mind with a smile, and Tsugaru’s older sister does so with a straight face, both grinding down my mental state.

They’re a dangerously volatile pair.

In a situation with one man and two women, there was no chance for the man to win…

“This is my room, Go… Senior Hideyoshi.”

“Should I say it’s trash?”

“No, I’ve already instructed my sister to prepare Gomaprin as a tea offering.”

“Ah, there’s no Gomaprin. I ate it yesterday. Instead, I’ll get Goma out.”

“You’re zero interest, aren’t you?”

Tsukigami disappeared into the depths of the corridor, and I slipped into Tsukimi’s room.

The room was spotless and tidy.

“Don’t get too comfortable in a room that’s not messy, okay?”

“Really, you sisters are… Tsukimi’s not that different from her sister, is she?”

“Just kidding. I’m looking forward to teasing Shūrai-senpai.”

“You’re warped, you know that?”

I was smiling wryly when Tsukimi offered me a cushion.

“Please sit there,” she prompted, and I sat down.

“You’re that famous Shūrai-senpai, aren’t you? I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“Why are you famous?”

I had no idea what made him famous.

“I’ve talked with Eimi-senpai, Risa-senpai, Sakuya-senpai, and my sister about various things.”

“That’s an unsettling choice…”

It seems like there aren’t many sane people among them.

“My sister says there are two friends of the ‘good type’ and the ‘crazy type’ among the friends of the idol, but I’m on the latter side, aren’t I?”

“I knew you’d be on the latter side, but couldn’t you at least pretend to be normal? What’s with ‘crazy type’? You’re the one who imagines my sister’s swimsuit and gawks at her chest, and you forced her to wear a maid uniform when Shūrai-senpai had the flu, right?”

“That’s right, I’m the ‘crazy type’.”

It was a dead-on accurate statement, to the point where I couldn’t even make a sound…

This is just a normal trash talk situation…

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