Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Kamiyoshi was standing alone in front of the window in the student council room. One officer who had gathered in the student council room from no-one during lunch break, even though he had not placed a collective order or anything else, had recently stopped showing up with one and another.

When he takes a breath, he looks out the window. It was in the reddish eyes of a high-rise two-year building - the figure of a girl carrying a print with her lips pointed.

"Bud Grey."

"Bye!

A few meters behind the girl is a bright brown hair, elegant and familiar. When Fengya hugs the girl from behind, the girl tilts her body forward. The girl who managed to maintain her posture looked back at the wind and stared. Though the wind and elegance of Toronto seem to be delighted and delighted. Then I push my glasses up there. Here comes another long-length man I've seen.

"Lotus Moon. What are you doing? Nanhara's in trouble, isn't she?

Shotaro grabs the root of Fengya and strips Fengya from the girl. Shotaro, who hates women, cares about women and other valuable occasions.

"Thank you, Gejong-kun"

"Well, it's not like I'm thanking you."

"Hey, Shotaro Kung! Sprouts interrupt my company......!

"You don't seem to understand until I remind you."

"Ear! I'm a buddy!

"Bubba"

A troublesome Shotaro and a sobbing wind. When the two figures disappeared, a little boy appeared who also saw this under a girl who was unwilling to wave one hand.

"Nanhara-san, I'll help you"

"Bad every time."

As I was accustomed to, the girl and advantages were sharing prints.

I can hear the door opening in the ear of the beacon looking at that.

"Huh?"

Ask behind your back, and you'll see Laila.

"Come on, Ro."

"Yeah. What are you looking at?

Lailuo lined up next to his girlfriend, shaking his long hair.

"Ah, Ru - it's not properly Ari. If you do, Ru can't help you."

Lailuo laughs with his hands against his mouth. I always admire the fact that the work is more feminine than that of a woman.

"Nanhara sprouts, kah"

He says his name as he looks out the window. I couldn't read my emotions from that voice.

It was mountainous weather that day that turned from cloudless sunny weather to sneaky rainy weather that turned buckets upside down. And, unluckily, the bud grenades had forgotten their umbrellas.

"Tell the student council about the umbrella and they'll lend it to you."

"Er..."

Bud grenade frowns at Maiko's words. Maiko grinned bitterly when she saw the same bud grenade.

"Everyone wants to go to the student club room for a reason."

"'Cause if I go to the student club room, I can't go home, I guess."

The bud grenade sighs as he remembers the wind grace that has been holding him scattered today.

"But I'll catch a cold when I get home without an umbrella in the rain."

"Even if I catch a cold..."

"Go."

"... Hi"

Like one day's exchange, the bud grenade lost to Maiko's pressure and gave him a heavy waist.

The bud grenade takes a big, deep breath at the door in front of the student council room.

"Excuse me."

Concon, and knocked, and the bud grenade opened a large brown door.

When I opened the door it was a much quieter place than I expected. A well-organized interior is like a boulder. The bud grenades decided not to think too deeply about the fact that there were more complex machinery than was necessary.

Rin's voice echoed indoors as the bud grenade looked around the room.

"What's wrong with you?

If the bud grenade looked back, there was a look of a nickel laughing. He just went to the student council room, too.

"I'm here to borrow an umbrella"

"Oh. Can you give me a minute?

"Yes."

He passed beside the bud grenade and advanced to the locker in the back.

There was a very atmospheric one of those types, and the bud grenade had been in love with the back of the pod for a while. Speaking of which, I wonder if this was the first time I've talked to him, etc., the bud grenade shoulders shake in a freak. The bud grenade moved from the door to a place that was likely to be a blind spot as it panicked and sat down on the spot.

"Nanhara-san? What are you doing, man?

A little surprised by his sudden behavior, he asks. At the same time, the door to the room opened with momentum.

"Bud Grey!?

The voice belongs to the wind. Neither bud grenades nor wind are visible to each other by the opening of the door.

He looked frightened by the breeze that came in with a candle voice.

"Windy...... What are you doing?"

"Ha, Khun!? Oh, my God..."

The moment I felt there was a bud grenade and opened the door, Fengya screamed the name of the bud grenade. Feng Ya, who had no idea who was inside, took the words as if he was in a hurry with the presence of a monster in his eyes. but the opposing Xu had a horrible grin on his face.

"Oh, do you want to work so much? Fengya's a strange guy."

"No, Kung Kung! Stop, stop! I apologize for not calling you by your name the most when I came in!

Fengya apologized so much for not joking or anything. When it comes to being feisty, it's a feisty idea, but he got a voice like he was having trouble holding his forehead down.

"I'm angry that I opened the door without a knock, but how can that be the interpretation?

"Eh! Anyway, sorry!... not so much now! Bud Grey didn't come!?

Sighing at the wind and elegance that was not reflecting, Xiao glanced at the bud grenade. As the bud grenade raised his index finger to his mouth, he loosened his cheek only slightly and glanced back at the wind.

"She would have borrowed an umbrella and left. Just now."

"Really!? Thank you!

Fengya tries to embark on a journey to chase the bud grenades with joy, but his voice often controls it.

"Thank you for tripling my job."

"Uh... Khun Khun, wait"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like five times that?

The more I resisted, the more I felt it multiplied, so Fengya said, "Stop!," he said absurdly.

"Let me triple it! We have to hurry, buddy!

That's what I say. Fengya leaves like a storm. The bud grenade exhaled, anticipating the door closing with a baton.

"Thank you, Kamiyo-kun"

No big deal.

It was not the umbrella that the shoots approached the shoots and the shoots handed to the shoots when they tried to receive the umbrella.

"Huh? What?

"Now, if you leave, you'll be caught by the wind, won't you?

He says so with a smile on his face.

I have certainly recently come to know that Fengya is a stunt in finding bud grenades.

"Uh, right"

"So why don't you and I do this in our spare time?"

The bud grenade clearly looked troublesome on the jaw with Othello in one hand.

"No."

"As soon as I say no, I'll call you here."

With a different hand than the one with Othello, he raises his phone. The bud grenade, realizing that he had no veto, acknowledged the sighing mix.

"Well, it's not fun to do it normally, so let's make a bet."

When I sat in a seat for two at the end of the student council room, Xu suggested such a thing.

"What do you say we listen to those who win better if we lose?

"Come on, be my guest."

The bud grenade gave up arguing and placed the black stone on the platform. Two white stones are similarly placed by a satisfied smile. And when I started the game, the patsy, inorganic sound wooded into the room.

"This is supposed to be my first time talking to you, but I don't feel like it"

"Right."

Though she is a celebrity, the bud grenade is a normal woman who is missed average. In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that bud grenades are almost first person. Nonetheless, I am convinced that he feels that way because all of a sudden he brings me to play games, etc.

"I hear you're quite fond of them."

"I'm guessing he's talking about officers. The bud grenade opened his mouth with a little thought.

"Well, I get it done a lot. Except some."

"Windy. I've never been so obsessed with anyone before."

"Heh."

The bud grenade replied looking at the plate.

"It's not just the wind. I hate Shotaro because I don't like her."

"Uh, I see."

Thinking about Shotaro's daily actions, Shotaro was somewhat convinced. Shotaro hates women, so there are many convincing occasions. Remembering them, the bud grenades placed black stones on the plate.

"But it seems normal to you. No, maybe more than normal."

"Is that so?

The bud grenade laughs bitterly at the words of the bamboo. Bud Grey himself, he's never felt that way, but he seems to feel that way.

"So..."

He lays down the white stone and turns the black stone into white stone.

"I'm interested in you. I don't know how he got his hands on them."

The bud grenade raised his face. Then, the gaze of the bird and the bud grenade intertwine.

"Handball, is it"

The bud grenade shifts his eyes away from the bamboo and turns the white stone on the plate into black stone.

"I wouldn't be struggling if I could."

"Huh?"

"Kamiyo-kun"

The bud grenade pointed to the plate. As prompted by it, he also turns his attention to the board. Then his eyes opened wide.

In his eyes were the same number of black and white stones. Othello finished with the perfect draw.

"No bets because it's a draw, right?

"... ah"

As the snort nodded, the bud grenade rose.

"It's time for Lotus Moon to come back here."

So Bud took the umbrella that stood next to the chairman's seat, and signed the loan register that was kept there and handed it to him.

Tomorrow, I'll pay you back.

With an umbrella in one hand, the bud grenade heads to the door.

"Bud grenade"

…… Eh. "

He was called by name. I look back thinking it was my fault, but apparently it wasn't my fault.

"It was fun."

"Ah. That's good. Yeah."

"I'll ask them again."

……

The bud grenade did not reply to that, "Excuse me -" and now it is time to leave the room.

The bud grenade went out, and for a while he stared at Othello's plate. The more I look at it, the more surprised I get. I was so immersed in the story that I didn't even realize the game was over, and the result of it being a draw.

He has never given up seat number one to anyone. It was an unshakeable fact for him in everything, because he was unusually able to go to higher education and immediately become student chairman.

The shoots did not beat the sprouts. But he didn't win either.

"I see."

Xu looks at the loan register and laughs cunningly. The letter "Nanhara Bud Grenade" was so lovely.