Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

White stone red leaves

Sakura no Hill School freshman year.

Blood type is type B.

My hobby is walking with my dog for reading.

She is the second daughter of three sisters and is a member of the Sakura no Hill School Grade Committee.

Students whose department activities are not affiliated and who are running for the next student association.

There is also a great deal of trust from the teachers, and they hope to serve as role models for students like the next generation of Shuxi.

In response, Shiraishi Red Leaf, who ran for student chairman, found the answer that he should discipline himself and be strong.

He said he should be, too, just as Shuxi is.

As a result, she turned out to be the one who told her that she would normally be a calm and intimate student, turning into a student council for results.

Reality, let it not be far from the chairman, so that we can get a little closer.

She told me in a small voice that that turned out to make Shizukuta join the student council.

"I don't really intend to be a member of the school year committee either... I have the best grades in my class and the backing from my position..."

"You're out of a situation where you can say no."

"... Yes"

As a result, Shiraishi, who is basically excellent, has been able to do the school year commissioners without difficulty.

It should have been more convenient for her to not be able to do it.

"I need to prepare answers to questions that people might even hear... I'm nervous and I can't speak well"

"... So you prepared today's conversation and even the pattern of being heard from the beginning?

"Yep... I made repeated predictions in myself that I would be returned like this... but what was unexpected was that Senior Kanzaki and Senior Kirasaka were there"

A waste of talent.

She will not be able to react to unexpected situations as she repeats herself to compensate for her areas of bad relationships.

You're right to say you can't handle it flexibly.

That's why I was so hastily disturbed when I came to the dining room.

I guess it's clumsy.

But I'm sure he's got the talent to make it up to you.

It's not normal to think about having all the questions and answers ready.

It is not the same as the questions asked in interviews and such.

Doing it in a routine conversation is honestly not commensurate with effort.

But students are also actually right in front of us that if we don't, we won't be able to have a conversation.

Once again, he recognised that there were many unusual students enrolled in this school.

"I get the story about the grades commissioner...... but isn't it your intention to run for the student council?

"That's for sure! It's also true that you want to make your school better! So, but..."

The tail becomes smaller to cloud.

Shiraishi, who is trying to match his index finger with a little bit and blushes slightly on his cheeks and looks embarrassed, has asked upward.

"Wouldn't you like to laugh?

"Laugh"

"That's where you say you don't laugh!?

"You can't possibly know if you're not laughing even though you haven't heard what it's about."

Who do you think I am?

You're not as gentle as you'd expect me to give you back the answer, lady.

Whether my words were getting targeted, Shiraishi mutters, "You sure are," then cares about his surroundings and puts his face closer together.

How much other people don't want to hear about it, the white stone face approaching here like a little kid telling a secret story.

This way, eyes and nose tips.

It was that moment when she tried to whine as close as her exhale hit her face.

”It” passed between me and White Stone.

The wooden desk squeaks and the roar echoes indoors.

He has a slight pain in my nose, but he hasn't hit the white stone.

I just kept my eyes round and frightened.

Naturally, so am I.

I don't know what happened.

Something really passed between them at high speeds from the blind spot, that's all I have to recognize.

But that will soon come to light.

By the voices of two women whispered in their ears...

"Sounds like fun, Makoto."

"Sounds like fun, huh?"

Demon kings, demons, words like that make heads.

There was a figure standing beside me that seemed to be the end of my life as well.

"Oh, no, this is..."

"Hi-no! Devil!?"

"" Ah?

"My apologies!

Interrupting between me and Shizukuishi was Shizukuishi and Kirosaka's knife.

It's supposed to be just a hand, but now it even looks like a Japanese sword.

It was hard to shine, and the killing spirit that was about to be decapitated now was in its hands.

I mean, it's actually on my nose.

Nevertheless, even if Shiraishi is genuine, there will be good and bad things to say.

No... I can't help it because I actually thought about it too.

The two, said to be demons, look to younger students with a voice containing anger that they cannot normally imagine.

The white stone, completely frightened and shrunk, nods to hide under his desk.

When they point their gaze at us from the white stone, they return the hand they were putting down.

And as you grab both sides of me, you walk to the exit of the cafeteria like you drag.

"Damn, why would I talk to a girl student just to buy a drink?"

"No alarm, no gap"

"Something seems to be wrong... but I'm just checking the situation."

I'll give you an explanation, but there's no sign of listening. The two of them won't slow down their steps.

Still, White Stone hiding under his desk was sometimes in the middle of a conversation, and he looked like he had some unspoken look on his face.

"Next up tomorrow... is it okay if I have a coffee shop in front of the station around 3: 00?"

"Uh... no, the date with the first person to meet the boulder..."

"No... we're on our way."

It ends in this situation until it looks like incomplete combustion and, conversely, I'm concerned about it and I can't sleep.

In White Stone's statement, blunt pain ran on both arms that were being grabbed, gazing upwards but the two walking with a clear face as if nothing was going on.

"And should I wear personal clothes!?

"Rely on your own manual"

I guess I'm writing a notebook for that.

I'd like to see it work.

The last thing I saw was a dodgy junior hitting his head on a desk trying to get up.