Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Bud grenades have lunch with Maiko.

More bud grenades are available than usual that have completely exposed culinary techniques during this cultural festival period. Otherwise, as a result of a fierce stumbling feud, all that remains for me is a sad meal of petite tomatoes and rice.

"Kuzuhara"

And now the stumbling rush is over, and I finally calmed down and started eating lunch, but once again the boys in my class came to the sprouts.

"What?

Put a lid on your lunch box and ask. I got stuck more today than usual, so I felt like I wouldn't have it till after school if they took it any further.

But the purpose of those boys was not bud grenade lunches.

"You, King, if you're after me, there's gonna be a contest, right?

"Contest?"

"Beautiful Girls Contest"

Maiko answers the official name for the neck tilting bud grenade. Listening to Maiko's words, the bud grenade narrowed his eyes limitless.

"Wow... what's the contest that makes you lose your mind to compete?"

"Well, that's what we all think, and for a small number of participants, we have a high participation point"

Maiko said, the bud grenade thought a little. If you're after King, they're still right, and you should just pick up the points of participation.

"So don't give this to me for once"

said, the man hands the paper to the bud grenade. It was written 'Beautiful Girls Contest' in a large deficit, and it was a piece of paper that made me want to tear it apart just by looking at it.

"It's okay, I'll keep one vote for you"

"Ha ha, thanks -"

To Maiko, who says with an interesting face, the bud grenade laughs and returns the nickel.

The sprouts opened the lunch box lid again by placing the paper the men had received there.

"Ugh."

The budding grenade instantly grabs a hand that extends from the side of the budding grenade.

"You just ate."

The bud grenade points his mouth at the waterfall book he stumbled on the most just now. Takimoto said, "Chi," and turned his attention to the paper on the bud grenade desk.

"Are we having a beautiful girl contest?

"Schedule to earn points -"

Bud grenades don't really want to talk about it or even give out an aura of "don't ask me any more".

"Hmm. Should I give him a vote?

Saying as Takimoto nibbled, the bud grenade narrowed his eyes, "Do we still keep talking?"

"Fine. I have secured Maiko's valuable vote. I'll vote for whoever you want."

"You don't want my vote!

"Takimoto, if we don't talk too much, the bud grenades will get angry, too, right?

Maiko urges Takimoto to interrupt the conversation while eating Sandwich.

"Yes, yes. That's why we're done here."

The bud grenade slaps his hand punctually and puts his hand on the lunch he was interrupting again.

But Takimoto says something and tries to open his mouth again.

"Takimoto. Can you come here for a minute?

But the chairman of the committee called me in. That won't come true. Takimoto turned to you reluctantly.

Seeing such a waterfall book, Maiko exhales.

"It's easy to understand..."

"Hmm?"

To Maiko's whining, the bud grenade tilts his neck.

But Maiko laughed gently, as usual, "Nothing".

After school, the bud grenades headed to a classroom with a contest executive chairman before helping prepare for the cultural festival.

The contest, which is a personal point project for cultural festivals, was originally started by some class as a offering. That's popular, just because it turned into a cultural festival routine event, outside the jurisdiction of the student council. The members consist of representatives of the general class.

"Excuse me. Um..."

"Yes, sir. What... Nanhara-san?

Enter the classroom and go where it says' contest reception 'with flashy decorations. As the bud grenade spoke, the contest executive chairman smiled and turned to the bud grenade, and looked subtle.

The contests currently accepting entries are the Beautiful Girls contest and the Beautiful Men contest.

Of course the visitors are just beautiful and handsome enough to convince the Chairman of the Executive Committee.

"Maybe, contest reception?

"Yes."

"Good luck, huh?

The chairman of the contest reluctantly utters such words to the bud grenade, which is often the upper stop inside. Because of the anticipation, the bud grenade also returned with a smile of nickel.

Sign the entry roster to participate in the contest. Then the name of the person whose appearance was decided before the bud grenade came to his attention, and the bud grenade rounded his eyes.

"Are you coming to the Beauty Girls contest?

"Huh? Yeah. Well, that's what happened last year, isn't it?

The contest chairman is also surprised by the surprised bud grenade. According to the story of the chairman of the contest committee, the first place in last year's Beautiful Girls contest was Camero. I don't doubt it, but it's hard to react.

"Sometimes contests are decided on the recommendation of the average student because they are not a candidate. Shu's appearance is recommended by the majority of men. And, by the way, I have your permission."

The chairman of the contest committee explained it properly. Apparently, student council officers are almost determined to compete by recommendation. Negotiations with Shotaro were just as tough as last year, the contest chairman snapped his shoulder.

"Really...... Yes, this."

The sprouts return the roster to the chairman of the contest committee. And as I tried to get back to preparing for the cultural festival, the chairman of the contest grabbed my arm.

"Just fine, please"

"Huh?"

"Why don't you ask Kamiyo-kun to compete in the contest?

"Are you refusing?

The bud grenade is astonishing. I thought I would score as many points as I could, and I would definitely get out. First of all, if he looks like him, the upper hand is certain.

"He didn't even get out last year, but he just needs to get out this year. The whole Mount Claims thing. No, I can't, but please! Officers."

The chairman of the contest committee punches the shoulder of the bud grenade and returns to work.

If he says he won't compete once, he won't compete no matter what the bud grenades say.

But I was curious as to why he wouldn't compete, and the bud grenades were naturally pointing their feet at you.

This was the first time I went to group A. Basically, Group A has a lot of talent during the school year and has a hard aura to get close to.

Besides...

"It's closed..."

The doors and windows are all closed and it's still hard to get in. Speaking of which, the source of the class is a play. This state is normal when it comes to commonplace.

Nothing. It's not an errand right now, and I really don't need to hear it.

The bud grenade turns its back on group A. But as soon as it was done, a galloping door opened behind the bud grenade.

"Huh."

"Bud grenade"

Coming out of the open door is a bamboo, and the bud grenade rounds his eyes. The timing is too good.

However, the bud grenade became more eye-catching than that. He is currently dressed to appear in Western plays.

"What play?

"Come and see the real deal, you'll see."

That means come and see.

"When the time is right," the sprouts return.

"By the way, didn't you need something?

Saying, the bud grenade quivered a little and then looked at it again.

"Practice okay?

"If it's for budding grenades, of course"

Xu says that with a smile and a sarcasm. The bud grenade is impressed by how plainly you can say that it would be more embarrassing to hear it.

The bud grenade sweetened to the words of the poem and moved the place to a less popular emergency staircase. Nothing was good in front of the classroom, but Bud Grenade did so because few people looked good when they saw him talking cheaply.

"The chairman of the contest committee wants you in the beautiful men's contest."

"Heh... Did the bud grenades enter the Beautiful Girls contest? What a surprise."

Even though the bud grenade didn't say it, the pod is convinced. I wondered why, but it would have been easy if I had guessed why the bud grenades were having a conversation with the contest committee chairman.

"Yes, I won't distract you"

Bud Grenade doesn't want to get stuck too much about himself being in a beautiful girl contest, and he slaps his hands punched.

"If it's a contest, I'm not leaving."

He answers instantly without going astray. The bud grenade clasped his neck because it was rejected so clearly.

"Why?"

'Cause I know I'm gonna lose.

That's what he said. He put his arms together and leaned against the wall. The bud grenade tilted his neck and said, "To whom?" Ask.

"The first place in the contest is absolutely magnificent. That's an overwhelming vote difference, too."

He was smiling unchanged, but did not overlook the bud grenade that his expression clouded only slightly.

"You don't know that."

"I get it. But the popularity of Kazuya is real."

He tells a few jokes.

I know that even bud grenades are so popular that it hurts. But from the bud grenades, even the bamboo is just as popular.

"So I'm not going to compete"

He said it again in a strong tone. The voice was calm and seemed to have no regrets about the decision.

"Oh well."

I can't convince you to go any further than that, buddy. But still, there was something I wanted to say.

"Even though I didn't do it, it doesn't seem like it's Kamiyo-kun who concludes it."

…

"But I'm a little relieved."

The bud grenade laughs and says. He looked a little surprised and troubled.

"There's something about Kamiyo-kun that makes him human."

"What do you mean...?

He becomes even more troubled when he hears the words of the bud grenade. 'Cause it's like a shoots grenade has never been human before.

"But there are times when you run away, Kamiyo-kun, right?

Xu was standing clear at all times, and the image was of laughing "you can't lose" no matter who or what they were dealing with.

But now he was clearly afraid of "losing".

That was fresh and the sprouts were just a little happy. Because I found out that there are things to escape from.

"That's all I'm talking about. Sorry to interrupt practice."

The budding grenade turns its back on the wax. But I remembered the key thing to say, bud grenades look back again, "Uh, yeah," he said.

"I'm going for King, too. So don't compete and don't complain about losing."

The bud grenade laughed nicely and now it's time to disappear from the front.

If you get away with it, King fighting is easy. But to borrow a favorable word, that's not fair.

The last word is a challenging letter in a sense from bud grenade to bamboo.

But it depends on whether you take it or not.

"Really, I'm sweet on sprouts."

That said, he goes to the opposite place from Group A. It would be coincidental, but it also means praise to the chairman of the contest committee, who has used no other bud grenades -.