As I Know Anything About You, I'll Be The One To Your Girlfriend, Aren't I? - Volume 1 Chapter 1.1

TLN : Hello Everyone, The titles of this novel is actually official from the cover of Novel. if you look closely on the left side the author make the EN Title As Well. When i translate it, its actually different. its called  “I Know Everything About You, So I Should Be Your Girlfriend”.  

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Why Is It Bright Red? 1

“…It’s the girl who just walked into the classroom. …You know, I’ve been thinking of asking her out to hang out. Not with everyone, just the two of us…!”

“Wow… I’ve heard you talk about it, but finally.”

“Yeah! …So please! Give me courage, Kuuya!”

With a clap, my friend from middle school put his hands together in prayer.

“I know it’s pathetic, but I want to know if I have a chance… Please! Use your special skill to help me!”

“Of course, leave it to me. …Just go and have a casual chat with her. I’ll watch from here.”

“Whoa, thank you! I owe you one! —Alright! Let’s do this…”

After the home room at the end of the day was over, in the classroom after school.

My friend, Hatsuse Yūji, gathers his courage and walks toward the girl he’s interested in.

“Ah, Nakabayashi, I submitted those committee documents to the teacher earlier. He said to check them by next week.”

“Oh, Hatsuse. Thanks~. So, how did the teacher react? Does it seem okay?”

“Mmm… well…”

“What? It doesn’t sound good?”

“Sorry, sorry, just teasing. It seemed fine.”

Yūji laughed as he said that. The girl, his love interest, playfully slapped his shoulder, saying, “Geez, you meanie—!”

She’s definitely from the next class over, right? For now, Yūji seems to be friends with her. …But what about as the opposite sex?

I—Miyashiro Kuuya—focused my attention from my seat, observing the two as they talked intimately.

My focus wasn’t on Yūji but the girl he was talking to. From her, a misty haze began to appear within my field of view.

The mist was orange-colored. Oh, this is…!

Eventually, Yūji returned to where I was.

“Kuuya! How… how was it?”

He asked in a hushed voice. I responded in kind.

“Yūji, well, mmm… well…”

“What? It doesn’t look good?”

“Sorry, sorry, just teasing.”

“Come on! That’s the same trick I pulled on Nakabayashi earlier.”

“I’m glad you noticed. I thought it’d serve as proof that I was really watching you two.”

As I said that, “I don’t need that!” Yūji shook his head.

“But to give you a straight answer… it looks promising.”

“! …Really?”

“It’s not quite at the level of outright liking you as the opposite sex, but it’s close. It’s definitely within the realm of possibility. …Ah, but of course, this is just what I think, no guarantees.”

“No, no, no, your ability to judge these things has a proven track record, I trust you. How many times have you been consulted before?”

“Uh, about thirty times?”

“And how often were you wrong?”

“…So far, not once.”

“See! There you go! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Yūji was clearly elated, repeatedly doing victory poses. Watching him, I couldn’t help but smile too.

Yūji is a really good friend. He’s kind and considerate, though I’m too shy to say it often, I’m always grateful to him.

I’d be happy if things worked out for him.

“I wish you luck, Yūji.”

“Yeah! Thanks a ton! Just like I declared, I’ll ask her out!”

After a bit more light conversation, Yūji left. He seemed to be heading to club activities.

Well, it’s about time I get going too.

After-school time is precious, and it’ll be gone before you know it. There are lots of things to do before tomorrow.

Thinking this, I reached for my bag hanging beside my desk when…

“Data processing looks pretty heavy.”

“Eh?”

“Aren’t you tired? Being made to observe such non-linear things as humans and human emotions.”

The one who spoke was the girl sitting next to me.

“…Ah, eh, you’re talking to me, right?”

“Is there any other reasonable possibility?”

“Sorry, it’s just been a while since I heard your voice. …About a week?”

“By my recollection, it’s been eleven days since I last spoke to Miyashiro-kun, and by extension, anyone in this class.”

“No wonder. I was surprised. So, what was it? Are you asking if I’m tired? Well, not really… Did you hear our conversation just now?”

“Sorry, I just happened to overhear.”

“I see. That makes sense.”

It’s hard to imagine her eavesdropping on purpose, so it must have truly been by accident.

She was seated in seat by windows, even though we were talking she doesn’t face me during our conversation, looking outside instead.

It seems less about wanting to see the outside scenery and more about not wanting to observe the classroom’s interior. That’s just the kind of person she is.

“Your ‘chance of success’ judgment is quite a special skill.”

“More like… well, yeah.”

There aren’t many people who know the details about that special skill of mine.

To those around us, it’s perceived as “being able to somewhat guess whether a relationship between a non-dating man and woman will develop.” It’s sort of like fortune-telling.

Because of its accuracy, like Yūji earlier, I’m occasionally asked to judge the potential of a relationship.

…In reality, it’s not just about seeing if there’s a chance or not. But explaining it all might scare people off, so I refrain from doing so.

“It’s just me sharing my impressions based on a gut feeling. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Is that so? I think it’s quite significant. To be able to gauge the chaotic nature of human romantic feelings from the outside…”

“Chaotic?”

“Not just chaotic. Not limited to romantic feelings, but human emotions… or rather, the human system itself is frankly chaotic.”

With a nonchalant tone, it’s clear this is her honest opinion.

She rested her cheek on her hand. Then, for the first time, her face turned slightly towards me.

“Dealing with another as an input-output system, there are too many parameters, no power-law behavior, and the initial condition sensitivity is ridiculously high. System identification is impossible. Unstable, non-linear, unreasonable… Don’t you think humans are just too difficult to handle?”

“Sorry, what you’re saying is a bit too complex for me…”

She’s the top in the nation for science subjects in mock exams. Apparently, she also has practical technical skills, though I don’t know the details. Rumor has it she makes a lot of money with some computer-related work at night while still in high school.

Her vocabulary often includes words unfamiliar to my ears, leaving me puzzled at times.

“Communication with others is just a lot of trouble.”

“People often say communication is troublesome, but it’s rare to find someone who barely talks to their classmates to such an extent. For most of the class, the only words they’ve heard from you are ‘Sorry, I’m not interested.'”

“It’s made people less likely to talk to me.”

Moreover, there’s another reason why she’s not approached much by our classmates.

Simply put, they’re intimidated.

…Meeting her taught me that humans can indeed feel overwhelmed by beauty.

Her long eyelashes frame her slender eyes, her skin seems to glow faintly, and her straight nose and cherry-colored lips are perfectly placed on her face.

Her beautiful black hair, which sometimes appears red depending on the light, suits her terribly well.

No matter how many times I see her, having such a universally acknowledged genius beauty next to me in class seems like a mistake.

—However.