Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Morning of the last day of the cultural festival at Lilong School.

The man was asleep at his desk.

Tojo-kun.

With a realistic voice the man called his name.

Tojo thought so bawdy that someone who couldn't exist in real life anymore, let alone a still obscure high school girl, was in front of her and said, "Oh this is a dream".

"Next week's holiday, La Faust School is properly closed - right?

He asked so much as a garment in a public high school uniform walked next to Tojo in La Fausto's uniform.

When he became a high school student, Tojo enrolled in La Fausto School at the behest of his parents. I really wanted to go to the same high school as her, but Tojo was just too old to let me through.

"Oh... what's that?"

"Come to my high school cultural festival. There's also Heiji."

garment says with an unyielding smile. That's a dialogue I've heard more than 30 years ago. Naturally Tojo replies the same as then.

"Nothing. I'm not interested in Nanhara."

"...... Psst, ahahaha! Yes. Then come and see me. '

Tojo dyed his cheeks without being in the pattern, laughed at so much by those he liked.

'... go'

So Tojo woke up.

If you look at the clock, the time has not progressed since the last time you saw the clock. However, the time indicated by the needle had already prompted Kenichiro Tojo to start work today.

"Ha..."

Sigh leaks unexpectedly.

Back then, Tojo still had no choice but to cramp his world even if he was free to go where he wanted to go. Now I don't have to think that I was in a rather privileged environment at that time.

Nevertheless, Tojo thinks just a little bit that dreaming like that on a day called today is an implication of something.

Tojo turned his gaze and narrowed his eyes to the small calendar placed at the desk.

- If I were the son of President Tokyo...

Tojo remembers the words of a young man who came here two days ago. Tojo mocked himself more for the weakness of his own will that moved his heart to his words than for the rush of knowing everything was being found out.

"... garments. I don't know what you'd say."

Tojo shrugged lonely in the office where no one was.

"Hyunichiro. This girl's name must bear the same" grenade "as mine, boy or girl."

"Why?"

'Cause you want to be a healthy kid like me'

'... you're the only one loud enough with a garment,'

"Haha! But then, Hyunichiro, you're laughing so hard that you don't like it - right?

Always she was laughing. But Tojo has already made the girl with the word "grenade" unhappy again and again, as she put it. "I want to laugh cheerfully," and all of her wishes couldn't be fulfilled.

"I'm sure you'll be angry at me no matter what I do anymore"

Tojo reached for the company smartphone that was there, just like he decided to do something.

Celebrating its final day, the Cultural Festival is the most exciting important day in three days.

Some classes had volatile developments on campus at Lilong School, but that doesn't matter to the contest commissioner.

What bothers me more now than anything else for the contest commissioner is the whereabouts of this year's King feud.

"To see the results of the contest and the intermediate announcement of the class opening, I wonder if King will be Kamiyo-kun again this year. But the board has five minutes and five minutes, and I don't know until the end..."

Summarizing the interim results of the Beautiful Men and Girls contest while circling the pen, the contest chairman shrugs with pleasure.

"Oh, Nanhara bud grenades are ranked no way?

A two-year contest commissioner who was working nearby asks with a troubled face. With all the officers in her head, she complains with her face, "It's impossible just that kid," but her reaction is not even known to the contest chairman. The chairman of the contest committee himself, Nanhara Bud Grey, was quite rude when he came to enter.

But thanks to her, it is certain that Kamiyoshi accepted the contest appearance. For this reason, the chairman of the contest committee may be secretly supporting bud grenades.

"Yeah, enough votes to count. Probably had an officer or a friend. It's out of rank."

That's what the chairman of the contest committee said and let him shake the paper with the aggregate results. Then the Commissioner's child returned somewhere satisfactorily "right".

"King's contention is with officers other than Nanahara Shouguan."

There is not so much going on on on the third day that we get more or less the same results on the first and second and even the third day.

"Oh, of course."

The contest committee chairman put the pen he was turning on his lips and put a cheek wand on his desk looking just a little bored.

As time went by, the bud grenades, who had no idea what was happening elsewhere, were walking down the hallway leading to their own class, on the third floor of the second grade building.

The bud grenades that came to school a little earlier than yesterday are only a little softer.

The officers say, "No more vandalism," and I don't doubt that. But I want to ride the waves from the beginning about the last day. Just in case, the bud grenades got to Group F quite a bit earlier than they had planned in class.

The doors of the classroom were opened and the bud grenade stroked down his shoulder, ho, to the same sight as yesterday.

"Great -..."

I accidentally even spoke to my voice, and the bud grenade laughed. The moment I opened the door, I found myself much more nervous than I thought.

Shall we go inside and start making sweets already? Or do you want a little more decoration? With that in mind, I saw a person lying asleep lying face down at a table for customers in the eye of a bud grenade.

"... Takimoto-kun"

When the bud grenade called his name as he shrugged, he woke up his sleeping waterfall book lying down with a vicious shoulder shaking and a great elongation.

"Huh... Nemi"

You were asleep.

"Wow! Nanhara! You... don't freak out."

As the sprouts burst into Takimoto's lackluster mixed words, Takimoto rose out of his chair making a rattling noise. When he saw the waterfall book, which surprised him as much as it was dazzling, the bud grenade laughed.

"Don't laugh. I'm really freaked out."

"I'm sorry. 'Cause it was kind of funny."

Until yesterday, I could never interact like this. When I realized I could make up with Takimoto, nature and budding grenades were spilling a grin.

"But you're coming early, right?

Even the bud grenades thought they had come early. The fact that Takimoto is here today means he came to school at least sooner than those bud grenades.

Takimoto scratched his head in the light of the bud grenade.

"I couldn't sleep because I was worried I'd been vandalized. So keep coming to school and make sure my class is safe... I was asleep"

That said, Takimoto turns elsewhere.

The bud grenade blew up in such a waterfall book gesture.

"You! Uh, no more, so don't laugh!

"Haha. That's sleepy. Looks like Takimoto."

That's what the bud grenade said and he was laughing out loud again. I couldn't tell Takimoto, though I wanted to complain about such a bud grenade reaction. Because that's what Takimoto's favorite bud grenade looks like.

Takimoto instead did one favor to the bud grenade, with a slightly more serious face, but keeping the soft atmosphere.

"Hey, Nanhara."

"Hmm?

"Before the Late Night Festival... will you give me a minute?

The bud grenade stares at Takimoto.

"Not a good story now?

"... well. I don't want to be shriveled during cultural festivals any more."

I knew the bud grenades would laugh because Takimoto would say strange things again. When Takimoto called it "... Nanhara" slightly lower, the bud grenade stopped laughing perfectly.

"Yeah. Okay."

The bud grenade smiles gently.

Listening to Bud Grey's reply, Takimoto laughed relieved.

And Takimoto slept in Ibiki until the F group of students got together, and the bud grenades started making sweets.