Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The final salute is over and after school comes. Pasili, named Dr. Matsuda's punishment, was also finished during lunch break today, with no work left in the bud grenade.

"Bud ho, are you leaving?

"Yeah. Maiko's a club, isn't she, Feito?"

The bud grenade waved at Maiko with a club tool and dropped her off.

"Well, what shall we do for dinner today?"

Pack your bags, bud grenades roar one "hmm". The speech is completely housewife. While recalling the contents of the refrigerator, bud grenades contemplate dedication.

"Nanhara-san, Nanhara-san"

At the bud grenade where I finished packing my bags, the serious chairman of Group F came on a small run. Being spoken to by the chairman of the committee is not unusual in itself, but on his way home the bud grenade tilted his neck.

"What, Chairman of the Commission"

"I have a committee today...... I have a few errands and would you please leave instead?

Informs the Chairman as he puts the Commission magazine in the hands of a bud grenade. Based on that action, this is a directive, not a favor.

"Why me?

Though receiving the Commission magazine once, the bud grenades threw simple questions at the chairman of the committee. Then the chairman of the committee looks out. It's like saying, "Who do I ask but you" all the time?

"If you're not in a club and you're looking for someone who seems free..."

"I was the only one," he said. I'm not free. "

When I get home, the Nanhara family's dinner will be cooked and some homemaker will be waiting for me. So I'm not free, but that's not why I'm busy.

"Yes. It's this time of year, and the Commission won't take that long, will it?

"... yes, probably"

The chairman laughs nicely after a while. As the bud grenade tilted his neck again, the chairman of the committee coughed and placed his hand on the bud grenade's shoulder.

"That's Nanhara. It's true I wouldn't say no if you asked me to."

"Who's that info?

"Daily doings"

When you say that, you can't deny it. I do feel like I'm taking it all on eventually. It feels like it would have happened if I had left it to the future.

"Well, let's take it as we know -"

The bud grenade holds the Commission magazine handed to him firmly with both hands. When the chairman of the committee said, "Please," the bud grenade said, "Rikai" and left the class.

The committee meets about once a month. In some cases, the frequency increases or decreases due to a combination of events, etc., but more or less so.

The content of the committee varies from time to time, including detailed explanations of what you want your class to decide, what you want it to do, events, etc. Such time may also be long or short depending on the content.

The interim test is over, and today's committee, which has not refrained from any noticeable event, will soon come to an end.

So I came to the committee, bud grenade, but I opened the door to the conference room in the main building and re-closed that door again.

"I wonder if there's anyone left in the class yet."

Reminds me of Fujiko, who seriously remained in group F. in front of the door.

"Hey, you..."

"Yikes!

I hear a low voice from over my head and the bud grenades shake my shoulders. I looked back as I was stunned by a hell of a dumb surprise myself. but in the eye of the bud grenade is the tie. Apparently the other person's face is a little more up there, and the bud grenade raised his face.

And put the person in sight, and the bud grenade put a bitter laugh on his face.

"... what is it, you? Nanhara sprouts."

Looking down, Shotaro Gejong told me.

They remembered his name in the eyeglass incident the other day, but it's only uncomfortable to be called by his full name.

"Haha. None."

"Were you a class commissioner?

"No. I'll take your place today."

Shotaro's face was distorted when Shotaro said so with his bud grenade over his shoulder.

"No way, you too...?

"What?

"... nothing. Just get in there. I'll start already."

Shotaro says so and opens the door. And into a noisy room like an event venue. The bud grenade smiled half a laugh, seeing what was going on inside again.

Inside the conference room, women are monochromatic. About 15 members of each class are there to gather, but they are all women. If I may add, they're all gorgeous ladies with perfect makeup.

There is only one reason why there are such a group of female students as are obviously not class commissioners, in a man standing in front of a blackboard.

"The committee's already started, so be quiet"

He wanted to keep the room quiet, and the man who caused this noise - Fengya - put his index finger up in his mouth. But it's cool that he does whatever it takes to have the opposite effect.

"Kazuya, you're so cool"

"Hey, next time, wink."

There are increasing demands. You can't just live up to the demands, and Kazuya is a troubled face.

The committee takes place with officers in progress, but today's progress seems to be windy and Shotaro.

Shotaro, who came next to Fengya, slapped Fengya's head silently. It sounds quite painful.

"Ahhh..."

"Lotus Moon, come on"

"Shotaro Kung, suddenly I don't have to hit you... and I don't care"

"Shut your mouth and it'll be quiet indoors."

While Fengya and Shotaro were arguing, the bud grenade went indoors. Stick it against the wall and head to your seat so the wind doesn't find out.

"Ah, buddy."

Apparently he's good at finding bud grenades. At the moment he took his seat, his name was spun from the mouth of Fengya. Besides, they make their eyes shine like children who have come to the amusement park.

……

"Ha-ha-ha."

Giroli and his surrounding gaze head for the bud grenade.

The girls on the committee are fans of the wind without bothering to ask. Perhaps when I heard that Fengya was the officer in charge of the committee today, they took turns. Shotaro finally understood what he meant by "you too". But I can't help but scratch that only bud grenades would be unlikely to take turns for the wind.

"Good, in charge today"

For once in front of the fans, they don't wave at the bud grenades or shout words of love (mondai don't pinch), but they are so overflowing with faces and solitaires that they are too sufficient.

"Definitely luck with this"

Gottsch.

Shotaro's iron fist swung down again as Fengya's brain began to stain cherry blossoms.

"Shotaro kun!

"Don't look disgusting next door. Bug spit runs."

"Hido! You don't have a choice."

"Then we shall begin the committee"

"Let's hear it from me!

While such conversations took place in front of the blackboard, the committee began. Shotaro sincerely thought it would be nice to have Shotaro.

As expected by the bud grenades, the content of the Commission was not significant. The degree to which precautions are announced. As everyone is amused by the way the wind looks, the bud grenade is blind to the wind itself and writes all the precautions he tells in the Commission magazine.

"Then write and submit monthly goals for the class, etc. Above, dissolution."

Concludes pale and ends the committee.

The bud grenade, who had already written up his share, was pleased in his heart that he could return early, but the girl in the next seat grabbed his arm with the momentum to squeeze that joy.

"Hey, I wasn't listening, so why don't you write my magazine and get it out?

"Huh..."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Thank you, seniors"

One woman's request was contagious, and all classes of conference magazines were piled up in the budding seat before the budding grenades understood. Bud grenades scream "lying" inside out, but I guess they shouldn't just complain that they're opponents. Best not to get involved poorly.

So I took it on again.

"Feng Yakun, are you free today?

"No... I have a student council after this."

"Oh no, I know that. Talk after the student council. No."

Besides, the fans who pushed the magazine are hosting a fun love attack surrounding the wind.

Fengya left the conference room in the form of being dragged by the fan children as they were.

"Ha..."

The President of the Commission probably expected this. That nikoli smiling wax figured out. The bud grenade exhaled.

One of the officers is gone and Shotaro does the end of the meeting room alone. Even at the end of the day, it's just blackboard erasure and the collection of the conference magazine.

"Oh, my God."

On Shotaro's back, which erases the blackboard, Shotaro called out. The noise in the conference room now is as quiet as a lie until just now. The bud grenade's voice echoes as it blends into the sinister air.

Shotaro stopped pitalily and put the bud grenade thing in his horizontal view.

"... nothing. It's better to be alone than to have him."

The fact that the wind will stay means that the fans will stay with us. Rather than that, it would be more efficient for Fengya to have her back at the student council first.

"Nanhara sprouts. You are the one who bothered to take on another class of committee magazines... it just seems stupid to me"

"Ha ha, don't say it"

The bud grenade smiles bitterly as he writes down the slack and the letters. Shotaro glanced back at the nearly erased blackboard again when Shotaro replied in such a relaxed manner.

"Gejong-kun"

"Now what?"

You don't like me.

Shotaro now looked back firmly at Shotaro, Bud Grey said.

"Sure, I don't like it"

"... Ha, I knew it"

Shotaro narrowed his eyes when Shotaro said so and laughed hella.

"... it's annoying to see your attitude"

"... or"

"... is that kidding attitude original or deliberate? That's all you tell me."

Behind his glasses, Shotaro's eyes stare at the bud grenade. The bud grenade stopped writing letters in the journal of the congregation, turning the pen kurli.

"I'm not kidding. But if Gejong makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'll apologize first."

That's what the bud grenade said, writing something in the journal of the congregation again and closing it patterned.

"Gejong-kun"

"... what"

"Yes, go away."

Bud Grey walked over to Shotaro and placed a magazine for everyone in front of him. Shotaro looks out for it.

"Have you written it yet? … for all"

"That's why you submit, isn't it?

Shotaro smiled bitterly at Shotaro, who did not hide his surprise.

There are not many precautions I have told you during the committee. Still, it should have taken a little longer to write for all the classes. Shotaro hasn't finished erasing the blackboard yet. After such a short period of time, all the bud grenades were written up.

"Well, goodbye"

That's what the buddy says and tries to leave the conference room.

Shotaro applauded the surprise by checking out a couple of copies of the contents of the conference magazine. The Monthly Goals columns for each class are all different. For all classes, the bud grenades thought of another goal and wrote it down. That's not all. What is noted there is a beautiful letter as if carefully written letter by letter.

"... Nanhara budding grenade!

Shotaro stops Shotaro from sprouting grenades with his hands on the door. Bud grenades do not look back. I just stopped and waited for Shotaro's words.

"I don't like you. But... I don't hate it."

Shotaro said so, and the bud grenade laughed Kusuri. Looking back slowly, the bud grenade smiles.

"Yes. Then stop calling me that full name. Because I'm scared of something."

Shotaro asked Shotaro for the bud grenade as he clapped his shoulders. And now it's time to get out of the conference room.

……

After the bud grenade leaves, the door opens again before it's too late.

Shotaro, I'm here to help.

Shotaro doesn't look surprised at the appearance of the chairman's Shinyoshi. It was about the time Fengya arrived in the student council room. If I knew Shotaro was cleaning up by himself, I would have thought someone would come.

"Is there no one else? Though I thought someone was being fed and staying extended."

I look inside the conference room, and I say it that way. Basically, there is always about one poor student in the committee that Fengya is in charge of.

"Oh... there was a guy who was pushed again today"

"Heh,... was that a pretty handy kid"

(10) He lays his hands on the stacked magazine and rolls it in pieces. I checked the committee column today and blinked as much as Shotaro did earlier.

"That's a love letter. Who the hell is that?"

Clearly removing the powder from the blackboard erase, Shotaro turned his attention to the magazine he had.

"... Nanhara, that's it. He wrote it all for today."

Shotaro said so and lifted all the rest of the journal.

"My hypnosis just doesn't work. … well, it's up to you later."

The sincerity of Shotaro's words also reaches a firm point. Shotaro turned off the lights in the meeting room and left the meeting room with the conference magazine.

"... my judgment,"

The squeamish whines as he lingers in the dim room. The corner of its mouth was slightly up.

"Well, let's go to dinner."

As he walks alone on his way home, the bud grenade reconsiders his dedication. However, another matter came to mind on the head of the fudge grenade.

"That's the vice chairman."

Remembering Shotaro's astonished face, the bud grenade looks just a little bitter.

I haven't contacted my family, so I can't be too late. I couldn't even troll out a magazine for everyone, given the time of the dinner schedule.

"What a big deal."

The kicked stone rolls corny.

Confirming that the stone had stopped perfectly, the bud grenade walked home a little early.