Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Dear Father,

How will you spend this fucking hot summer?

In Japan, the sun, illuminating the same phase, heats the asphalt, and the end of the distant gaze is shaken like a mirage.

Why is it hot in summer in Japan?

I just thought about it and I don't get an answer.

So I'm fine.

Me and Maple are fine.

In the digital age, I don't see why you ordered me to contact you using an old method called a letter.

Did you want to give it to the company topic that you were communicating with your son?

Notably, I don't feel like I have anything to write about, so can I write to you with something like this?

Last but not least, raise the amount of your monthly allowance to your sister as well as your beloved son.

stretching

I recommend changing the shampoo in the sense, including gear enhancement, as I recently saw it as having a reduced defense on the back of my head.

That's nice.

"Can I have something like this..."

I headed to my desk in my room and stopped my arm running the pen and whined.

The paper prepared by Maple with a thin slab and pattern was accompanied by the appropriate text.

From the letter, I feel like I've been complaining and making fun of myself, but let's go in a direction that I don't care about at this time.

It's just not because it's a hassle to rewrite on a new piece of paper from the beginning.

Definitely not......

A week passed since the Chairman's bold declaration.

In the meantime, although I have finished digesting the summer holiday challenges and am finally able to enjoy the summer holidays, my personal problems increase.

It is so easy to have fun and end your summer vacation, or even that is becoming an unclear situation.

In the end, there were two things that changed.

One was contacted regularly by the chairman.

Until now, the network of contacts between me and the Chairman, which only served as an administrative report for which student association contacts were sent, could be said to have evolved a few steps.

Well, the content is very close to normal everyday conversations...

I am not as accustomed as I was to Shizukuishi, such as keeping in touch with the opposite sex.

In the first place, I've only replied to 'yes', 'wow' and 'I know' because I don't have any stories to talk to.

I didn't expect the lack of communication with others to be exposed in situations like this...... Cha-chun failed.

And the second change changed the situation in the True Good House.

As always, the two brothers and sisters, the absence of their parents was no different but more lively, too much more.

"... royal hand, that and checkmate"

While I was writing to my father, Kirasaka, who was looking at one person with a cooler gaze than any other visitor, declared so when she put the pawn in her hand on the board.

There was a chessboard and chessboard spread out on the tabletop about where it had been brought out.

The chess opponent was Yudo, and the chess opponent was Shizuku.

With the two against each other, Kirasaka slowly and naturally declares victory.

"............... it's another inning"

Shit, you're Kirasaka-san.

I can't ask if these three are in my house anymore.

But there's only one unusual person.

Sakura no Hill School A year of white stone red leaves was on the spot.

She wasn't playing chess opponent, she wasn't playing chess opponent, she was still dressed like a horse with her hands, both knees on the floor.

Arms shake and feet feel fluttered and unstable.

That would be natural, too.

On her back... because Minoru Kirasaka is sitting down.

"You won't be dealing with me... this board is black too."

"... why am I the only one with a punishment game..."

"You won't be allowed to complain about the loser... this world is a weak eater"

When Kirasaka drops her gaze so, she looks down at Othello placed in front of Shiraishi's eyes.

There, there's a beautiful line of black.

The board game of this hand does not intervene if ignorant humans do not fight each other.

Wins and losses depend on the skills of a complete individual.

Whatever the difference in the school year, who the hell is Kirasaka who beats the top student opponents of the school year by dealing with three sides alone?

The figure on the back of the white stone is exactly the queen.

Since then, what has happened in the course of the week?

And we'll have to explain why we're in the current situation.

When I got home from one incident with the chairman, I was told in a disgruntled tone by Maple as soon as I got home.

"Brother... a junior girl has come to visit."

"Junior......?

The only person I can think of, such as a junior girl student, is Shiraishi.

Naturally, I perceived what she had visited my house to do.

"Oh... so did he say anything?

Remove a pet bottle of cold mineral water from the fridge and visit as it pours it down your throat at once.

Maple, with a disgruntled look that never seemed clear, just shook his neck sideways and no words.

Unusual......

Maple tells visitors that even if their requirements are vague.

Doesn't do that would be a choice between whether it was really just for a moment or if there was a reason not to talk.

Given the character and behavior of the white stone, the latter is likely.

Humans, there is no choice because there is compatibility and evil.

If it weren't for the white stone that I visited, I would have just thrown in two more questions, but there is no need for that with regard to her.

Ten, eighty-nine, you'd be talking about the student council.

Just in case, I checked my smartphone to see if Yudo had contacted me, but I haven't heard from him.

Don't talk to Yudo. He must have come to my house.

Sit back on the couch and zero deep sighs containing a variety of emotions.

Right now, I just don't want to think about it any more today.

Even though, it's overcapacity.

Capture the maple sitting next to you in the corner of your sight as you hesitate.

From my sister's point of view, she probably wants to ask about today's matter, not about visitors, etc., but she seemed hesitant to see how I was doing.

"You want to hear about today... I'll tell you as much as I can answer"

"Oh well... then -"

Instead of explaining the big points of the story myself, I explained what happened today in the form of questions from Maple.

That the other person was Shuxi, the student chairman, and that the chairman does not have romantic feelings.

In short, the term matching conditions is appropriate.

Having heard the words, Maple breathes zero relief.

"So who's the junior today?

"That's a matter of student council elections... I guess I even came to that response because I left the negotiations to Yudo"

I'll call Yudo later.

Answering the maple question briefly, he raised his heavy hips and left the living room behind.

In a quiet private room, he sleeps in bed and tours his thoughts.

"... we need to start with the student council and focus on my personal problems."

Nothing, it's not a word I uttered to someone.

Just asking yourself.

There was supposed to be vain and silence in the room.

"Right...... the student council problem is due so far, so I think it's the first problem to solve"

Yes, a voice containing worries as similarly sounded in the corner of the room.

Probably the fastest I've ever shook my head sideways in my life.

Until I swung too far and my neck joint sounded painful.

With so much momentum, dull pain strikes my neck muscle, but so much amazement that I don't even mind it strikes me.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you."

"... why are you in your room before me?"

It was Shizuku who was there.

The outfit was the same as earlier, and Shizuku, who was supposed to have come home from the hotel first, was sitting in my room, not at home, in my chair.

In a situation of complete surprise, Shizuku told her with a rich breast when asked.

"It's an ops conference!

"I don't like it."

The first Operation Makoto Makoto meeting took place in a way that did not reflect the will of the Lord of the room in a half-enforced manner.