Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Even though I have the title of student council officer, it doesn't make any difference that I'm a student at Sakura no Hill School.

So for the first thirty minutes or so from the opening ceremony I was in the atmosphere on the spot.

The more I digest the offering in the name of checking the product, the more I emerge from the student council tent.

After using it at the opening ceremony, several students were carrying equipment when they walked near the still deserted outdoor stage.

"Shall we begin?"

The chairman took the lead and told him not to look back.

This is the beginning of a really busy time.

Shizukuishi and Kirasaka will remain in the student council tent, and we will get to work as a student council.

Maples, I have a job to do before the students at Orange Infarction College join us.

Currently, the Executive Committee is circling the campus to see if there are any problems in opening the meeting.

This is not the case with regard to issues where on-the-spot judgment is possible, but the student council will take on trouble that is not handled by the average student.

The chairman has an incense attached to his ear and each student has contacted him.

On the part of the executive committee, Shiraishi should have worn the same thing in the delegate.

This seems to be the best way to communicate quickly, even though I don't feel old enough to use it as a means of communication in these times when the smartphone preached dramatically.

Don't tell me I wanted to put a little on it, too.

Other goals are to keep an eye on the itinerary of the entire event behind the stage now sitting nearby and proceed without delay to the final program.

This cultural festival is only the mother of operations by the Executive Committee.

So when it comes to rough work, Shiraishi has become the chain of command and is still active, but it is the Student Council that makes detailed instructions and modifications.

Have them proceed roughly and make detailed corrections.

It's how Shiraishi and the chairman decided to run this cultural festival.

At first, I thought the opposite role might be better, but if you think about it, a small, small student council as a student council would be more appropriate for the role of the amendment.

And we're making that modification in its current form.

After Miura hears the chairman's hanging voice, she walks over to the first stage use student nearest the stage.

Koizumi then started a final meeting with the students in the stage's host role.

I will carry the appropriate equipment with you to the place where you were instructed to do the simple work.

I'm telling you, simple hard work is surprisingly treasured.

As a must for modest boys, it may become a necessary skill for future boys students enough to be included in future textbooks.

Maybe it's the most dangerous driving, so it's probably not really necessary.

Yeah, it's still in great shape today.

The light music department carries a large acoustic device that would be used live by two people before looking at the students from the top of the stage.

Wonder, the expression of looking down to the height of sight that made me a giant has become the right situation.

Think of it as a crowd like some summer festival.

I hate the crowd.

Because the noisy hustle and bustle reaches the back of your ear, making sure to wrap your whole body around it, leaving you feeling tired.

I am mentally tired because I am not acting out of the ordinary, but I am exposed to the atmosphere on the spot.

Different routines cannot be adapted because it is not common sense that they have accumulated to this day in the end.

Maybe some fun tiredness, happy tiredness.

But in the end, it's a feeling that only humans who enjoyed the place to the depths of their hearts can taste it.

Students are now running endlessly and repeatedly in front of them.

Something with luggage that would be used in a class offering, something to buy out, and something to indulge in a cultural festival without worrying about anything.

Nothing has the same look or behavior as one.

Everyone does different values and behaviors and finds pleasure in each.

We're all different and we're all good, you know.

'Cause I feel like I'm getting it because I don't have class either.

The main entrance, though remote from the stage, could be regarded as an overall view.

Students on the Executive Committee hand out guidance diagrams on campus to those who hiccupy come under the gate.

Naturally, some of them are white stone figures.

Occasionally, the student in the conductor spoke to Shiraishi and each time he conveyed instructions with a thought on his face.

I guess every time I think about it, I'm putting my hand on the chest of my uniform with my hand in a notebook that's inside my chest pocket in that place.

It's the lifeline of her actions, and most importantly, her blaine.

Seeing her work hard at the edge of her sight moves a hand that had stopped me by accident, too.

Students who have already seen the stage program begin show even more buzz.

In the meantime, Miura rushed over here hearing something from a student waiting beside the stage.

"He wants students in the light music club and day club to wait long enough to get started because of the class offerings."

Comparing the time schedule at hand with the current time on the arm, the chairman and Miura have a bitter look.

I also accidentally checked the time on the clock that was built on the school building for what I heard from Far Wind.

The time now is before 10: 30.

The first group can proceed in exactly 30 minutes, but students in the light music department who proceed from there and take place before noon declare themselves late.

Some of the students were bold.

I can't blame the student in general because of his class role, but let's keep the time, shall we? Really.

Because I'm in trouble...... I'm running late = I mean I'm going home late.

True, I want you to stop.

"No, I'll give priority to the dance club after a set."

To the words from Miura, the chairman interrupts instantly for no reason.

Following that wording, a compromise was presented.

"They need help with a drum roll at Miscon, I'll put in a performance before that"

When told so, Miura leaves to pass on her current story to the students who were holding back on her side.

Koizumi then informed the chairman of the project's requirements.

"The handicrafts department has a surprise for my advisor's teacher's birthday, so I got an offer to call a teacher on the stage."

"What are we going to do with the surprise to us in the operation... scrape the first half of the interval one minute at a time"

Put your head on your forehead and zero your sigh.

Truth is, I have plans here and there, so I'd like you to say something to celebrate.

Koizumi was also asked by his gentle character to see the chairman.

Furano revealed his mood in a small way as the two were busy running around between the students.

"Seniors... we'd better do something else we can help ourselves..."

I'm talking about you, Furano, even though you look like you have a big physique in your redhead hair and a complete defect in your fishing eyes.

But now the kindness must be abandoned.

"If you can afford to worry about that, carry one as quickly as you can... think of no work to do because you can do it with sharing."

The chairman is the brain, me and Furano are the arms, and Miura and Koizumi are the legs.

The work can be carried out efficiently because everything is shared and carried out.

Stopping the hand of work here puts all the processes behind us.

Don't think about it, feel it, as it becomes the gear of society that will be placed itself in the future.

I'm gear, work absolutely, low pay...... I'm going to be desperate for the future.

Anyway, all we have to do is work as arms.

That's how extra thought floats in the brain, shredding it off and moving only the body.

Koizumi approached me in the opposite direction when he conveyed the instructions of the chairman earlier to the host student.

He pretends to be working nearby so that the chairman doesn't suspect him, and he is spoken to to to whisper in his ear.

"Makoto, I also prepared a bouquet presentation at the closing ceremony to the chairman..."

……

... You've got a word from the chairman resounding to you.

Even though I can't tell the chairman himself, he must have fallen back on what he kept a secret from us, too. Koizumi told him with regret.

He probably didn't even tell us about the chairman's ability to gather information.

Not wrong as a judgment.

But...

"Let's not surprise in surprise..."

"Yeah......"

He told Koizumi blushing with a sigh and a bitter smile.

"Then everyone would like to start an outdoor stage program!

The first act began outdoors with tentative preparations, modifications, etc.

A female student shouts out loud in a so-called adorable voice that seems to even have a star at the end of the story.

Then the brass club, which had refrained behind him, played the school song to announce the opening of the fanfare of initiation.

Looking aside at that, the chairman puts his hand on the incense in his ear.

And he showed a bare gesture thinking he'd put his fingertips on his jaw without telling him anything.

As Koizumi and the others gaze at something, the chairman turns his body here.

"Zhenliang, go to the Executive Committee tent."

"Are you understaffed?

When asked so, the chairman shook his head to the side.

When he snorted out his breath, he uttered words that had become the norm in the event of this hand.

"Claim."

……

Right?

I felt that way.

The chairman will be tough to get away from this place, and I expected it to be something unfit for you, Koizumi and Furano, who are kind at the time I'm called.

It's easier for a man to create an advantage situation at a time when Miura isn't called, then it's a simple human problem like a complaint or something.

I'm sorry, please.

"No... because it's the right material"

This is still the assistant chairman.

I cannot refuse a request from the Chairman.

I turn my body in the opposite direction to the outdoor stage when I gently return my words to the chairman who was smiling bitterly and seemed sorry for the dark look on his face.

If I were a scary person, I would definitely call you Furano, and I headed to the tent of my goal with heavy footsteps in my heart.