Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

Even though I had expected it, all the slightest expectations were smashed this day.

Large publicity posters and contestants fields filling the bulletin boards are made to recognise the scale of the contest. Classes, names, even face photos...... Master Christine is a photo of when he's on stage, and I'm the only one who's like a proof photo, even though other people get the most out of his charm. This is the one in the student notebook, isn't it?

"The beginning of hell…………"

"Big bang."

"Think of it as other HR!

"Don Mai."

As opposed to me wanting to hold my head, Kate next door is no different than usual. She followed me crying because she was careful to go alone, but she might have been nicer to ask the Primeras for this.

Nevertheless, I don't really want to say much about the battle with Master Christine. I don't think the Primeras are going to talk about it, but there's no way they're going to suspect it when something happens, because I've never been over it. Even if you both don't feel like it, you have ears on the wall and eyes on the handicap. People don't know where they're listening.

"You got more contestants than I thought."

"Right... ten people, huh?"

Give me back my peaceful cultural festival, which would be enough if I hadn't answered so much.

I don't know any names other than Master Christine, but I have all the beauties of boulders, and just a message board makes me look divine. Now the margins are still more pronounced, but there will be fewer white parts within them.

When contacted by the Cultural Festival, several essentials were distributed in addition to prints. I wondered what a cultural festival necessity was, but it was tougher to get into it, so I was going through it.

One of them is the flower making to be used for pre-voting. If you put this to the person who thought the photo impression was the best, the winning candidate would be obvious. Do some students place bets? Unauthorized, of course.

"I knew Master Christie was overwhelming."

"I'm a billboard actress in the theatre department… I've never seen it before."

Ten people should be getting the same area, and since it's just been announced, there's not a lot of voters. Still, there's already a bright red rose under Master Christine's name.

"I knew this flower was well made. I don't have any disfigurements."

Maybe that's not how you feel. I've been seriously looking at you since just now, and I thought you were in love with the first Christine I saw, but your gaze is straight to the flower making by the photo.

Speaking of which, I was impressed as soon as I got it.

"I wonder if I could get this if I didn't vote in advance."

"I don't think it's going to be all right because I'm not going to collect it."

That's not where I care, if you're a junior high school boy, is there anything else you think about? With all these beautiful pictures lined up...... my impressions are just skewed?

Should I be relieved that I have not changed too much for a long time?

"Because this is absolutely good to hold, and the shades and stuff look just like the real thing"

"Speaking of which, Kate made it once in a while."

"It's about helping my dad, though."

Basically, there are many occasions when there are many fresh flowers, but flower making is more convenient. It's a gift for someone who doesn't like fresh flowers, it can't help but use them for ornaments and use them differently but to some extent inferior than being fake.

I distribute the substitutes that overshadow that concept to all my students, so is it lavish or inconsiderate?

"What's going on here..."

"I'll give mine to you after the cultural festival."

"Oh, Sankiu."

Too much to Kate as usual, you lose your mind to me. I brought him here because I wanted to keep my normal mind. Well, it's not what I thought... but it's not what I thought.

Because if Kate had eaten with Kristin, I think that would have complicated her feelings.

"What do contestants do after this?

He said he was meeting with the executive committee.

"Today?"

"After school."

"Well, I'll be waiting. The horticulture department hasn't changed."

Although the Horticulture Department also has various plans for the Cultural Festival, what it does is take care of flower beds and grow grasshoppers. Looks like the road is the same, at least for Kate, trying to change her purpose.

If you ask me, they're entrusting me with an arch to decorate the cultural festival... but it's the boulder liver sitting that's undertaking that in the same tension as usual. Though it can be said that it is thick.

"Should I go to the flowerbed?

"Mm, with the usual"

"Copy that."

I was open to meetings, but it was a little easier if Kate would listen to me on the way home.

I know you're probably saying it after you've anticipated it, but it's not something you're going to say. I know very well that Kate is not as kind or as honest as she is.

"See you after school."

"Yeah, good luck with the class"

"Maria, don't go to sleep either."

"Oh, I'm not going to sleep!

I slapped myself in the eye a few times with my fingers, then waved my hiraki and turned my back. The hindsight moves away, making sure it disappears into the bend, and I try to touch my own eyes, too.

Her eyelids felt heavier than usual, but she wasn't particularly congested and she didn't have a neighborhood. I didn't have a bad blood color, and I felt normal.

Even though the face I saw in the mirror looked the same in the morning.

"……… Did you find out?"

I didn't get much sleep last night.

Did the neighborhood now point to the eye area? That's what I thought and took out my hand mirror, but I didn't know what was different from the picture that's being pasted out in front of me right now... even though it was me.

"I wonder why I know..."

It's a heartfelt wonder how I look to Kate. Could it have appeared in the attitude without realizing it, or was there a change in the subjective and unaware part?

But in the end, even after school, nothing was pointed out except Kate.

... I wonder what's going on with Kate's sixth sense.