Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Suddenly, what is it like to be the most famous student in middle school or high school?

Like Sakura no Hill School where I go, there is no place for princes who are highly popular with women, female students who are considered high ridge flowers for boys, and cool, beautiful and rich female students.

But even in schools where there are no such famous students, there is always one student remembered by all the students in the school.

That's the student chairman.

From all students enrolled in the school, a student representing the school chosen by vote, who should also be a sample for the students.

Sakura no Hill School is no exception and is one of the famous students in a different sense from Shizukuta.

Such a student chairman, but the current chairman of Sakura no Hill School was the vice chairman of the student association as a first year student at the time, and he was already the chairman as a sophomore last year when we enrolled.

Achievements in academic, departmental and off-campus activities are also said to be among the highest in history.

Naturally, there are people in our school who have a lot of trust from students and faculty and can say that they are perfect in the true sense.

There's no way there's any connection between such a student chairman and me as if I were a mediocre first-year student, and until the third-grade chairman graduates, he sees that guy standing on the stage and thinks, "That's amazing. That's what he thinks up until now.

But right now, I'm standing in front of that student chairman. No, it's standing.

And I have to go back in time until this morning to explain why.

A day has passed since the ball tournament, Wednesday, which will be the week's turnaround for students.

I was attending school a little earlier than usual today because of my class day duty.

Because of the time and speed, there are fewer students walking around than usual, most of whom go to practice in the morning because of their ministry activities.

Mixed up in there, I was walking my way to school by myself.

Beautiful weather and quiet school views.

More than usual, from behind me walking in a clear mood, a loud voice echoed the quiet residential area.

"Good morning, seniors!

Are you a junior in department activities...

The voice heard from behind, with a temperament caged and powerful voice, sounded like a junior in the men's athletic department.

"Senior! We had a talk today and we're up to pick you up!

Well... some people will find it rude early in the morning to go to the house because they need to talk, but I'm impressed with the seriousness it conveys.

With all these juniors, I wonder if there will be fewer problems with the upward and downward relationships in the department activities as well.

"You've got a good junior," he said without looking back, shrugging small and praying for shady support for your story to go well, and proceeding with the steps he was taking slowly.

"Oh no... it's a waste of time to be a good junior!

"... hmm?

This is the first time I've ever felt uncomfortable.

One female student walking in front is looking at this one.

I don't have to think about that because I heard you in the back junior.

But that gaze is really turning towards me.

No, he's looking right behind me.

And I hear voices heard a little distance apart just now, coming from behind me closer.

In the end, my little grunt returned a response for some reason.

I looked back slowly, checking behind me, and there was one boy student standing in a beautiful position with his spine stretched directly behind me.

"Good morning, Senior Jin-Liang!

"Good morning...... I don't know you well junior"

From calling me senior, I guess he's a freshman.

Beautiful ninety degree thank you junior, when you hear me greet you fix the body that was turning a glorious grin down.

He's a little taller than me.

Shoulder-width, firm body, slightly reddish hair color.

The sharp eye is reminiscent of Beautiful Lusaka when he is grumpy.

When someone like that called me out, I stared him in the face and tried to remember if I'd seen him anywhere, but I didn't particularly recognize him.

When he wondered if I was just forgetting, he took a big breath and started introducing himself.

"Two pairs a year, Oki Furano! My hobby is cooking and my stunts are exercise in general!

"... I see"

"I wanted to say hello and introduce myself to Senior Shin Liang today. I'm up to pick you up!

"Yeah, why?

After all, you and Furano, who were juniors, take a picture out of their pockets.

What was pictured there was a picture of a maple with a shopping bag hanging in my hand.

"Ho ho... I'll ask if it's a will"

When I take that picture quickly, I grab his chest, put my face close, and stare at him with all my might.

"Chi, no! This is a photo I bought from a certain route, not something I stole!

Having testified that way, you and Yamato shake their faces sideways with the boom and deny the suspicion of theft.

"Then what? What are you, a maple stalker?

"Well, I'm terrified that you're such a stalker... I'm just worshipping my sister!

"No, this guy's in danger."

When I grabbed your hand, junior, I walked out to stick out to the nearby altercation.