Reiryuu Academy Student Council

A few days have passed since the start of the new semester.

Assignment tests were also completed and volatile results were announced this time around.

"Hey, Nanahara-san has the same problem as Kamiyoshi again."

"Let's point the same thing, we're both full, right?

"I don't know what kind of head you have."

"Isn't Nanahara-san a jerk anyway? Suddenly too awesome these days."

"Oh, Nanhara-san, what do you care about working number one?

"That's true."

Sometimes in the hallway, the topic of bud grenades comes up that way.

It was the result of more and more people considering her grades to be as flirty as ever, but on the other hand, more and more voices admitting bud grenades.

Even so, early in the new semester, bud grenades made a good start.

Such a youthful season - September.

Even after the summer vacation, the heat is still like summer.

Even though I said it was a fed up steaming heat, Lilong School High School Group F for two years was in the midst of applauding its muddy bitterness.

"We're getting King out of our house this year!!

Yes, it was Dr. Matsuda, who served as Group F, who told him in high tension during the long home room. Bud grenades are half-eyed when it comes to something that suddenly makes no sense at all, but the people around them seemed to understand exactly what it meant.

"Ma. If you're a king, you're a god again this year."

Takimoto rocks back in front as he weighs in on the back of his chair, and when he says it with a swallowing face, he reacts to it around him as well.

"Silly, Takimoto! This year, it's Kazuya! It was a shame last year!

"If I say it's a shame, isn't Blue Town too?

"I think King's a geisha."

"I think it's Shuo this year, huh?

Somehow everyone is reacting to the word 'king'. That also sounds like an equation: King = Someone on the board.

I have no idea what that means. The bud grenade slaps a ton of Maiko's back in front of him and asks him about King. Then Maiko rounded her eyes.

"What? I don't know why...... uh! You were" The Devil's Chic Month. "

That's what Maiko started laughing at Couscous. Bud grenades half laugh at the word 'Sick Month of Demons' I've heard for a long time.

The bud grenades did not attend last year's cultural festival. The reason for this is "The Devil's Chic Month," named by his classmates in freshman year. To give an overview, during about a month between the cultural festival description and discussion and the cultural festival day, the bud grenade was suspended due to all illnesses. I couldn't come to school during the cultural festival.

Bud Grey knows almost nothing about how Lilong's cultural festival worked last year.

"It's a cultural festival, and there's a class offering, a ministry offering, a contest and all... anyway, you get points on a class/personal basis for all events. So, the person with the highest point is called the" King "of the Cultural Festival that year."

"Heh..."

"So, King was an emperor last year. It was really amazing already. The other officers were just a few points away."

What was awesome. The bud grenade replied "heh" again, thinking it would not surprise me any more from what I had heard.

"So you want to serve King, Dr. Matsuda?"

The bud grenade is convincing. However, the idea of bud grenades is still not enough as a reason for Dr. Matsuda to want to produce King out of his class, but that is something that bud grenades have no reason to know now.

I have just figured out quite a bit how the cultural festival works, and around me I started this year's King prediction, and the bud grenades, so to speak, were thinking in my head about the dedication of this dinner.

"Koru! Nanhara!"

Suddenly, for some reason, the bud grenade was yelled at by Dr. Matsuda. The bud grenade patches his eyes.

"Why are you cheeky with your face like other HR!!

"Huh... Huh?

"Speaking of King candidates in Group F, Nanhara! I know it's you! Motivate!!

and Matsuda Sensei is as tyrannical as ever. The bud grenade was half-eyed and stared at the chairman of the Sashimi Committee, a firm member of Group F who stood calmly next to Dr. Matsuda.

"The most powerful thing... isn't it the chairman of the committee?

"Nanhara. Don't bother... don't joke"

For a moment, I think the chairman of the committee threw up something that sounded genuine, but he hasn't reached Dr. Matsuda's ear. When the chairman of the committee says, "No one is closer to King than Nanahara," Dr. Matsuda nods in a good mood, too.

"Well, I'll do my best."

When the bud grenade responds that way, Maiko looks back with a surprised face. I thought you'd say, "Don't be so unscrupulous," because I'm talking about bud grenades.

Seeing such a facial stage, the bud grenade tilted his neck.

"What did you do?

"Something, unexpected"

"Really?"

When the bud grenade laughs, Maiko laughs back, "Nothing". I had never seen a bud grenade look so pleasant in discussing events.

"All right! Bye, committee chairman! Proceed!"

The satisfied Matsuda teacher leaves it to the chairman to sit on the chair at the edge of the classroom. Everyone in the class was laughing at me wondering if my butt was sticking out about half the time.

"Now I'd like to decide what the class is going to come out of"

The chairman of the committee tells the chalk with one hand.

Of course, it is decided who will take the lead and come up with a proposal at a time like this.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!

"Takimoto-kun, 'Yes' is enough for once"

When the chairman of the committee said, Takimoto said, "Yes!" Raise your hand wide. Seeing such a waterfall book, Maiko was sighing as she held her forehead.

"Maiko..."

Seeing Maiko like that, the bud grenade laughed bitterly, more or less guessing what she was thinking.

"Coffee shop!"

Takimoto suggested it out loud and the class began to vehemently disagree with it.

"What? You're super troublesome!

"Rejected -"

"You can play it. I can go around a lot on the day."

"Uh, haunted mansions are easiest"

With all the voices raised, Takimoto resolutely pushes for a coffee shop. Why restrain yourself so far in the coffee shop. The bud grenade tilts his neck. In the meantime, Dr. Matsuda stood up.

"Doctor, what's wrong?

Calmly the chairman of the committee asks the teacher. However, Dr. Matsuda does not answer the Chairman's question. Slowly head straight to the teaching table. It's pretty creepy when a teacher who's always loud like an idiot is quiet. The students who had suggested or troublesome easy offerings would also be quiet.

And Matsuda Sensei, standing at the table, banged on that table.

"You guys... we've only had a two-year high school cultural festival once."

Quiet, says Dr. Matsuda somewhere sad. Everyone drinks gokuri and spit on Dr. Matsuda's atmosphere, which is different than usual. The bud grenade was also a little surprised. Of course, my face is not surprised at all.

"The play and the haunted mansion could be easier that day. But in the end, the important thing is that we all did something. Do you have any memorable things to do that you enjoyed and did right?

Dr. Matsuda's words stabbed the students deeply in their hearts.

"Let's all make the best memories."

It's just a famous scene. The eyes of the students in group F are sparkling.

"Well, then, Mr. Chairman, I need you to move on with the discussion again."

Dr. Matsuda looks good and kicks ass. The chairman of the committee also reviewed a little about Dr. Matsuda. But that also narrows the eyes of the students who were sparkling the moment Dr. Matsuda turned her back.

"Mr. Matsuda. I see it."

"Huh? Ahhh!

The President of the Commission points it out calmly. Dr. Matsuda's trouser pocket was clearly marked with the title of "The Mentors' Quote" in the literature book.

Dr. Matsuda's cool line is, in other words, an excerpt from it. I could see that, and we were all convinced while we were stunned.

"I guess it's because you guys don't take it seriously -! Seriously discuss it!!

Dr. Matsuda, who got laid, prepares to go back to his seat.

Sure, Dr. Matsuda's operation failed, but the intent seems to have been properly communicated to the students.

Everyone started participating more firmly in the discussion than just now.

"Absolutely coffee shop!

I knew Takimoto wouldn't leave the coffee shop proposal.

"Sounds like a coffee shop."

In fact, the coffee shop proposal began to become quite popular with women because they could wear cute costumes.

"But wouldn't it be a pretty bad budget if I picked up sweets or something?

Men's opinions are also the best. However, the proponent Takimoto waved his chitch and index finger.

"We have a chef who can't beat every class, right? Absolutely class division number one!

That's what Takimoto points at the bud grenade. The bud grenade said, "Heh?," he said again with a feverish voice.

"Takimoto, think carefully. Handmade or something. Seriously, you're no match for a sweet shop, so you decided to pick it up."

The boy says in disdain, but Takimoto and the girl in the class vehemently denied it. The lady in her class has eaten bud grenade dishes in her cooking internship and sees with the face that she can't believe a man or a child who doubts the culinary taste of bud grenade.

"You assholes! Are you an asshole?!?

"Nanhara's is really bad! Not at the sweet store level!

"Um... don't give me a hurdle"

The argument began on its own without itself, and the bud grenade would go into a stop, but I couldn't get any ears to listen.

Exactly. Boys don't easily believe that story either. So, Takimoto splits the Madeleine he's getting for a bud grenade with promises to a man who breaks and complains. Then...

"Ha!? What is this..."

"Takimoto, another bite"

"Me too!

"Bye! Hey!"

It is not in the domain of popularity.

The bud grenade looked away with a half laugh when he felt the man's gaze that he wanted him to make Madeleine too.

"I know Nanhara's culinary taste. Food systems are tough, aren't they? Like a health center."

I don't disagree with the coffee shop proposal, but a man who thinks in earnest if he does, says he doesn't like to get caught in a health center and narrow the range of listings.

"I'll screw the health center."

The chairman of the committee tells you with a crisp face. When the President of the Commission says, we all admire 'whoa'.

"Committee Chairman Norinori."

"The number one chairman of the committee in the class has high points, and the petition is good."

That's how Takimoto's enthusiasm won in the end. For the time being, we decided on the "coffee shop" for Group F.