Reiryuu Academy Student Council

"Sho. Have you grown tall?

Lunch break, Shotaro stopped by the student club room and Lailuo was just making the original costume for the mess.

"Nothing. It hasn't changed since last year"

Shotaro tells you so well. I don't complain any more about what was decided in the survey, but there is still resistance to the cosplay itself.

"I'll keep Sho's one of the most plain."

"Oh."

Come Luo says with a bitter smile. Shotaro nodded and narrowed his eyes when he saw the original costume that Luo was drawing in the future.

"Are you wearing that?

"No way. Such a cute costume - you'll have to wear it"

Lailuo says with a smile. Lovely indeed. But it's too cute and vice versa. It's a costume that no bud grenade would ever choose. Shotaro doesn't say anything because he laughs so much fun even though he thinks so.

Shotaro leaves the student club room after doing his job. But Shotaro stopped Shotaro from leaving.

"Hey, Sho."

"... what?

"If Ru were a boy, nothing would have gone wrong."

To Lailao's words, Shotaro tilts his neck. Are you talking about costumes? To Shotaro, who thought so, Laila laughed and continued her words quietly.

"Sho said you were fond of me, but we all are, right?

I can't see Lailuo's face hiding in her long beautiful hair. Whether Lai Luo was laughing or looking like he was going to cry, either way, the words swept deep into Shotaro's chest.

"Everybody's sweet, but because they're cowardly"

Today the school is still busy preparing for the cultural festival. Recently, however, after school, more and more people have been celebrating with cultural festival preparations and a different youth.

In the meantime, bud grenades are currently playing hide-and-seek. No, I'm just hiding in the flowers in the courtyard and a little bustling grass, to be exact.

Why, the bud grenades were in the courtyard, and they had to hide on the spot. Let's just go back a little time to talk about it.

Twenty minutes ago. Group F.

After school today, the bud grenades were participating in the preparation of the class offerings, not the student council.

"Nanhara-oo! Penkey!"

"Yes, yes."

The man in the class tells me that the bud grenade doing the parsley work goes to the man with the paint.

"Nanhara-san! Copy 25 of these!

"Yes."

The lady tells me to copy something like the original menu chart, head to the printing room, and the sprouts come back again.

"Nanhara! Plug in!

"Ha... ha?

Unexpectedly I'm going to reply, but that's not bud grenade work next time. After a half-eyed glance at the speaker's waterfall book, Bud Grey returns to work.

"Nanhara! Oh, my God!

The next person to call the bud grenade was Dr. Matsuda.

Students in the class were a little surprised that a teacher who was supposed to be in the staff room suddenly showed up. But I don't mind about that, Dr. Matsuda rocks a bud grenade shoulder with a blue face.

"Nooo!

"... what did you do?

"It was hot, I turned the fan, and the paper that was on my desk flew into the courtyard!

"... that's tough"

The bud grenade narrows his eyes. It can't just be a report. I only have a bad feeling about it.

"Oh dear...... Yes, you're right, Nanhara! I'm in trouble! That's why I'm asking you!

"I have no idea what that means."

The bud grenade makes the class decorative flowers, while smiling nicely and returning them to Dr. Matsuda. But Matsuda sensei rocked the bud grenade's shoulder even more vigorously.

"You must be the only one in this class who doesn't currently have a job called work! Show the volunteerism of helping your teacher!

"I don't have that spirit...... ugh"

"No excuses!

Totally ignored about the bud grenades that were so shaken and nauseating, Dr. Matsuda left the classroom behind as she rocked her debossed stomach.

"Matsuda, I love budding grenades"

Maiko said as he looked behind Dr. Matsuda, and the bud grenade sighed. If you can afford to come up to class, fool yourself in your heart wishing you could go to the courtyard and pick it up for yourself.

"Maiko, this is nice to meet you"

Copy that.

The sprouts entrust Maiko with the flowers that they are about to make.

To make his way to the classroom door, the bud grenade passed in front of a man making props.

"Ma, I haven't been helpless."

Takimoto, who is making the sign, tells the bud grenade as he circles the tonkachi. Bud Grey tried to leave the classroom by saying only one word "It's dangerous" for Takimoto's behavior.

"Do you want me to help?

"Yes. Isn't that tough?

The bud grenade points to the sign where Takimoto is nailing. Takimoto tries to say "nothing," but Bud Grey just left the classroom before he heard about it.

And five minutes ago - the courtyard.

Bud grenades gathered in the courtyard a pile of prints that Dr. Matsuda had carelessly blown away.

"Is this it all?

In the meantime, I pick up all the paper in my eyes, and the bud grenade tries to head to the classroom where Dr. Matsuda is. However,

"Wait, Gejong-kun!

The moment its name was called in a high voice, the bud grenade flew and hid in the bushes covering the flower beds that were reflexively in front of him.

If you look more terrified of the voice, there was usually a pretty girl and a grumpy Gejong Shotaro figure.

Bud Grenade sighs several times today that he's mistimed.

And to this day.

"What..."

Shotaro smiles bitterly at Shotaro, who replies in a grumpy manner. But I guess he's trying pretty hard from where he's trying to listen to you properly.

The only way through the basic courtyard is when I go to throw away garbage or pick up waste materials, and then about when I head to the gym. And the two of them had something like boards with each other, and Shotaro and his female students were probably on their way home to pick up the waste material.

Even though I knew I wasn't supposed to be here, I couldn't leave ready to smash this unique air even with just a bud grenade.

"Gejong-kun, you know..."

The girl, embarrassed, was spinning her words hard towards Shotaro.

"Gejong-kun's tie, I wonder if you can get it..."

The bud grenade rounds her eyes at what the female student says. The bud grenade blocked his own mouth because he seemed to voice "eh" unexpectedly.

Due to the air, the bud grenade expected the female student to confess to Shotaro. But the female student's words were different.

The female student says with a bright red face. It still looks like a confession from what it looks like.

Either way, the man in front of you, Shotaro Gejo, doesn't move at all. If it wasn't the same as earlier, the expression would have been a little more awkward than grumpy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna give it to you"

"... right"

Shotaro said as he pressed up his glasses, and the female student replied in a small voice as if she knew it.

"I'm already planning on trading for someone...... are you?

"... I don't mean to"

Shotaro tells with a thumping voice. The female student also noticed it and said, "I'm sorry," and she looked like she was uncomfortable and went back to class first by herself.

Having seen the whole series of events, bud grenades finally reconsider the situation in which they are placed. For some reason Shotaro is still standing there, and the bud grenade can't get away from the spot.

Looking at the pile of prints in his arms wondering what was going on, he suddenly covered himself in a black shadow.

"How long are you going to be there?"

"Ugh..."

Shotaro was directly above me if I gave him a face. Shotaro, who was supposed to be in the aisle five meters away until just now, was directly above himself, and I'm honestly surprised that the bud grenade might have traveled instantly.

"Ha ha. Did you find out?

The bud grenade immediately stood up and tilted his neck just a little sorry.

"Oh. You were listening, weren't you?

"Yeah, I'm sorry"

Bud Grey revisits Matsuda Sensei's paperwork and heads to the second grade building. Shotaro also walked out next to the bud grenade with waste material.

"This is the second time I've encountered a scene like Kagejo-kun's."

"Were you?

"Yeah. Before the sports festival, see. The day I went down with a rain blackout."

Bud grenades say to bitter laughter. Sure enough, Shotaro had turned down a treat from a female student that day before going to the budding grenade and student club room.

"It was a gentler way to say no than then."

"The girl student just now is usually a quiet guy. You don't have to be so strong to understand."

Shotaro's fans have a lot of kids who are the exact opposite of Fengya's fans. Most of them are quiet and smart.

Before the sports festival, it seems that the female students Shotaro made Cotempan were of a somewhat windy fan-like nature, which exceptionally pushed them pretty hard.

But then, you won't be punished for giving a quiet, well-informed girl a tie or so.

"Anyway if you confess... I should have given you about a tie"

The bud grenade says it's bossy. But to such bud grenade dialogue, Shotaro rounded his eyes and sighed as he was immediately convinced.

"What?

"Getting a tie or ribbon handed to me at this time of year means the same thing as getting a confession"

Shotaro explains pale.

The tie and ribbon designated by Lilong School are for both men and women, and women just tie the tie-shaped one to the ribbon shape.

And they have the superstition of Lilong School that replacing that tie with men and women during the cultural festival season will tie them together forever.

This is another story I've heard for the first time. Bud grenades react hard to tell if they're surprised or not. Of course, he's quite surprised.

"Didn't Lotus Moon tell you? He's going to trade you first."

When Shotaro says so, Shotaro shakes his neck to the side.

"I saw him the other day, but he didn't tell me."

Shoutaro tells Shoutaro to think a little. Shotaro got a little creative when he heard that. While wondering what he was thinking, Bud Grey decided not to dare ask.

"Gejong-kun doesn't seem to be interested in that."

"Is that what you're interested in?

"I'm a little concerned about its credibility."

The bud grenade laughs hahahaha. Shotaro then grabbed Shotaro's arm. With that detachment, the bud grenade almost dropped the print, but I managed to balance it out and didn't have to smash it.

"Suddenly, what"

Let the bud grenade say in a slightly surprised manner, but immediately close its mouth. Shotaro was staring seriously.

"Want to give it a try?

"... what?

"Superstition."

If we're going to make sure it's credible, let's actually see for ourselves, I guess. Sure, that's the best way, but I never thought I'd hear that from Shotaro's mouth.

Shotaro and Shotaro stare at each other.

When Shotaro's hand rested on his tie.

"Stop"

Shotaro touches Shotaro's hand and controls him to remove his tie. And I finally laughed out of my misery.

"Thanks. But if it's true, Gejong will regret it, won't you?

"That's not..."

Shotaro, who tried to deny it, clogs his words there.

- They're all sweet, but they're cowardly.

Words past his head prevented Shotaro from saying what lies ahead.

"Even if we make sure it's credible, people have to choose properly."

That's what Shotaro says and pounds Shotaro's shoulder.

"Nanhara..."

Shotaro tried to say something. It disappears without words, not even knowing if it was a complaint about the bud grenade or what it was.

"Right."

Shotaro giggles and nods.

Shotaro pushed up his misaligned glasses and his watch entered the view of the bud grenade.

"Whoa, I just have to take it. See you later, Gejong."

That's what Shotaro said and left Shotaro with a smile on his face.

Shotaro, left alone, looks at his tie.

Shotaro said so, but if Shotaro pushed it off, he could replace the tie and ribbon.

Because the bud grenade hasn't decided who to give the ribbon to either.

But Shotaro didn't.

"Even Lotus Moon put up with me... there's no way I can"

Fengya didn't give the tie to the bud grenade and didn't get the ribbon from her.

There's only one reason for that.

Shotaro could not take the step that Fengya had taken because he could see it.

Come Ro is right.

- I'm a coward for fear of change and refusing to be able to go back.

Shotaro laughed ridiculously and returned to his class.