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111. Chapter 110 110 Then, the determined culture festival. (

The first day of the cultural festival.

I came to school early and stood at the school gate staring at the poster for a long time.

If I were to evaluate him, Jinguji-san should be the so-called chosen one, which is simply enviable.

I had no talent, so I gave up painting when I was in junior high school and devoted more time and energy to music.

Sometimes I want to open his mind. From the bottom of my heart, I want to see what is in his head, such as how to get 700 points in the exam, how many girls he has deceived, and how many more have not been revealed to me. secret.

I couldn't help but suspect that if necessary, he could even sit down at the piano and play "Moonlight" smoothly without saying a word. Then I would definitely blame him, be angry with him, and ignore him for at least a whole week.

Arriving at the school auditorium, several students from the committee were setting up chairs, students from the lighting team were adjusting the lights, and a signboard for the "Fourth Kamakura Festival" hung above the stage.

"President, good morning."

"Good morning, have you seen Jinguji-san?"

"The vice president hasn't come yet."

"That's it."

He went backstage and chatted with some familiar classmates. Not long after, Jinguji-san came to the backstage.

I smiled and waved to him. Regarding the fact that he, as the person in charge of this cultural festival, dared to arrive later than me, a fisherman, I deliberately teased him and said, "Oh, the great hero is here, my dear." deputy."

As expected, he did not accept this trick and ignored me to say hello to other students, but I was happy to see this scene.

When this young man with a cold temperament interacts and talks with the people around him just like ordinary people, I feel sincerely happy.

Jinguji-san looked at me and suddenly took out a stack of documents and handed them over. I couldn't help but look at him with some confusion.

"what is this?"

"What else could it be? A speech for the opening ceremony."

Even though he spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone, I naturally had to pretend to be stupid to the end.

"So what do you do for me?"

After a lot of push and pull with him, it seemed that Jinguji-san was destined to lose to me. With his intelligence, he could probably see through my mind, and he agreed half-heartedly, with a cute expression of compromise.

A monster student who can score 700 points in exams time and time again. I seem to be very keen on admiring his deflated appearance.

"President, you are really..."

"Really what?"

He turned away his face and stopped looking at me. He was such a dishonest junior.

I suppressed laughter in my heart. If I laughed out loud at this moment, I could imagine how angry he would be.

Jinguji-san stopped looking at me, tapped the Bluetooth headset with one hand, and then made a low voice that surprised me:

"I am Jinguji. Please pay attention to all groups and maintain order in the auditorium. When the time is up, let the students enter in an orderly manner."

Only then did I realize that his ability to make such a calm voice was really quite charming, which shocked me.

Seeing that he was busy, I stopped disturbing him and quietly exited the backstage, but he didn't seem to notice my departure.

Soon after, students from the school entered one after another. I stood alone at the back of the auditorium. The auditorium gradually dimmed until dazzling lights lit up on the stage. The dazzling moment ignited the enthusiasm of the students.

There were two people who looked like parents of students standing behind me. They were particularly conspicuous in the auditorium full of students, so I couldn't help but take another look at them.

The members of the hip-hop club performed hard on the stage. To be honest, this opening was really not interesting to me personally, but the students were unexpectedly happy, and they all had smiling faces.

Then came the opening ceremony, hosted by a beautiful first-grade school girl.

Not long after, as the actual planner of this cultural festival, Jinguji-san walked onto the stage with a calm expression.

I braced myself and tried to read something from his face, but he remained calm and gave a boring speech.

He didn't have a manuscript in his hand, so I couldn't tell whether he recited the speech verbatim or whether he was making random nonsense on the spot.

No matter which one it is, it gives people a sense of arrogance that he is showing off his intelligence. My junior is really arrogant.

After he finished memorizing the manuscript, he stood there and paused for a few seconds, then hesitantly raised the corners of his mouth and forced out a rather funny smile.

Then, the screams of many girls suddenly rang out in the auditorium, and I realized why my junior brother always had a straight face.

Who knows that he has a hateful face that makes girls happy, but he also has a heart that wants to stay away from them.

Jinguji's classmate on the stage silently retreated to the back of the stage. I held my stomach and laughed non-stop in the audience. I thought that he must be regretting it at this moment and shouldn't have smiled so casually. Maybe he would secretly blame me for doing this job. Throw it to him.

No matter what, at least I watched happily and he couldn't do anything to me.

"Hey, who was that boy who came on stage just now?"

"Huh? Didn't you hear? It's the vice president of the student union, Senior Jinguji."

"He's just looking at his face. Who will listen to him?"

"Huh? Isn't Jinguji the scumbag he is rumored to be?"

"Who can resist not being a scumbag when he's so handsome?"

"Okay...that makes sense."

There were strange comments from girls all around me. When I heard this kind of comments in an unknown corner, I really didn’t know what expression to show.

After this is the club performance of the cultural festival. Not everyone will choose to stay in the auditorium to watch. Booklets recording the performance times have been distributed to every student. Students will choose a time to come to the auditorium to watch according to their own preferences. Programs I want to watch.

I suddenly noticed Yang Gong's classmate not far away. She was dressed a little weirdly, and there was red sauce on the corner of her mouth, which was very confusing.

I moved slowly towards where Yang Gong was, and there was still room next to her.

"Yangmong-san." I greeted her softly.

"Ah, Senior Sister, President."

She spread her arms and shook her huge sleeves. I looked at the triangular headscarf on her head and remembered that her class was hosting a haunted house.

"On the lips."

"What?"

I pointed to the corner of my mouth to show her that there was sauce on it.

"Huh? Do you want us to kiss you? Sorry... we haven't awakened the Lily Soul yet."

"........."

No wonder Jinguji-san always wants to bully her.

After some explanations, I finally figured out that the paint on her mouth was red paint. Because the auditorium was very dark, I saw it as sauce, which was a little embarrassing.

"Hey! President, senior sister, did you see the expression on the senior's face just now when he gave a speech? It was so funny!"

"Well...yes." I agreed softly.

"Senior, he must be very upset right now. He might even think that the cultural festival is not interesting at all."

I thought for a while and thought she was wrong.

"Jinguji-san should be much more broad-minded than we thought."

"Really? But we think the senior must be feeling uncomfortable."

Yangmiya's tone was very firm, and the smile on her face gradually faded away. I looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Everyone only pays attention to the senior's appearance. Everyone judges people by their appearance and talks about what they hear from hearsay. No one wants to really understand him. However, although the senior looks cold to others, he is as delicate as a girl on the inside.

“And for those people, it’s natural not to understand, otherwise they have too much self-awareness, and that’s the uncomfortable part.

"No matter what kind of changes we make, they are ignored as a matter of course, but it is the right thing to do. If it were us, even if we didn't say it, I would definitely feel sad secretly."

Probably, Yomiya-san was feeling resentful for Jinguji Tsuki, and from her words, I heard such emotions being vented.

"Well... Jinguji-san probably doesn't care, or he's not interested in what outsiders think."

"That's because it's useless to care, so I just pretend not to care."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, thinking that the people who can score 700 points are all powerful guys who are different from what they appear to be.

"...Yangmiya-san, you see him very clearly."

At this moment, Yang Gong’s classmate shook his head: “How could it be possible? We don’t understand what he is thinking at all.

"In our opinion, the senior is a strange guy. He obviously feels indifferent to himself, but if the same thing happens to people around him, he is secretly angry.

“I pretended to be indifferent and pretended not to care, but in my heart I was really angry.

"President, senior sister, tell me, is he weird?"

I seemed to be refuted by her, and I couldn't utter a rebuttal. I subconsciously looked at the stage, and I could no longer see Jinguji-san on it.

At this time, it was the wind section that performed on the stage.

I suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Yang Gong again. She was looking at the stage attentively.

"That day we went to the music club..." I couldn't help but say.

"Ah~ that matter, didn't the senior report it?"

Yangmiya-san pointed slightly at a girl in the middle of the back of the stage: "That girl's name is Senbongi, she is the deputy director of the Musical Instruments Department. Becoming the deputy director in the first grade is quite impressive.

"If everything goes well, she will take over the position of director of the Musical Instruments Department after the third-year director retires next year.

"But the reality is that things are not going well. It seems that due to her father's transfer, the whole family has to move to Hokkaido. Even the house has been emptied and sold. There is no longer a place for her to live in this city. The departure is at noon today, and she can't wait for a moment.

"Did you see the uncle and aunt at the door of the auditorium? They are Senbongi-san's parents. After the performance, she will go to Hokkaido and won't have time to visit the stalls.

"It's a pity that I can't pretend to be a ghost to scare her and avenge her."

It was clear that they were some mischievous words, but Yang Gong-san changed the previous impression, and his voice was incredibly gentle.

"It's so far..." I couldn't help but sigh.

"Senbongi-san kept this matter secret, but in the end the head of the instrumental club found out about it, so the instrumental club changed its mind temporarily just to catch up with today's performance, hoping to be able to share the stage with her for the final time.

"We have never heard of such a willful request. If it were us, we would definitely make things difficult for them, refuse to compromise, and let their relationship be ruined in our hands.

"Who wants to pay for their selfishness?"