Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Trump Games Day. Morning homerooms were held in Group F.

"It's a class cut, it's an all-day cards tournament."

When Matsuda Sensei weighs on the table, the sound of Mississip echoes in the classroom. Other classes have a pressing atmosphere, but Group F had a soothing atmosphere for some reason.

"That's it. So, Nanhara!

"I can't help you today, not Pasili."

When the bud grenade sitting in the back seat at the far end raises one hand and tells him, Dr. Matsuda says, "Chi!" He raised his voice.

"The Matsuda guy, he's been fine since morning."

Maiko sitting in the seat in front of the bud grenade shudders and squeaks with her face.

"Nanhara! If you win the Trump Games, I'll waive your help!

"Exemption? Since when did you make it compulsory?"

Bud grenade discontent does not reach Matsuda Sensei's ears, and Matsuda Sensei continues the conversation.

"It's not just Nanhara! Aim to win, everyone! Fine!"

"Ma, it's hot."

"What are you doing?

Matsuda Sensei is a rarely appropriate person among Lilong's teachers. Because of this, Group F also has more swallowing students than any other class. But a class student bothered to see such a Matsuda teacher snort rough and slap the teaching table.

"You guys don't get it! My pain! There is one officer in every other class who feels abused in the ranks of those who walk with their noses high!

Dr Matsuda pretends to cry and screams.

"It's not about the officers, it's about your powers, right?

"Shut up! Takimoto!"

Takimoto (Takimoto), pissed off by Matsuda Sensei, was the one who had previously borrowed his homework from Bud Grey and forgot about it.

"But why not Nanhara?

Takimoto says as he looks back at the sprouts. The bud grenade is a kyoton for unexpected remarks.

"Sure. I think so too."

Takimoto was followed by the chairman of your committee with glasses.

"Er..."

"Because Nanahara is the one who beat that officer up."

Everyone in my class is nodding at the words of Takimoto. Dr. Matsuda was laughing satisfactorily, too.

"You bet! I won't let the incompetent help me with my job!

"Please stop messing around later -"

When the bud grenade said swallowing, everyone in the class laughed.

"Nanhara, I'm here for you."

Good luck, Nanhara-san.

At some point the gaze of everyone in the class was gathered in the bud grenade. Bud grenades are basically not that close to non-Maiko classmates. That's why I was surprised at their cheering.

"Uh."

"If they say so far, we'll have to work hard, buddy."

Maiko laughs mean and elbows on the bud grenade. The bud grenade that remained upset did not react well to it.

"All right! Homeroom's over! Go!"

Dr. Matsuda finished the home room in a good mood. Each student heads to the stadium where the Trump Games take place.

"Sprouts, let's go"

When Maiko spoke to the bud grenade, the bud grenade told him to go first because he needed help.

"See you later, then"

"Maiko."

Sprouts stop Maiko from trying to leave the classroom.

"What?"

"If. Even if I win...... will Maiko be my friend?

The bud grenade that tells him so looked unusual and anxious. Maiko flaunts her shoulders in such a bud grenade appearance.

"You think I'm gonna stay away?

Maiko said so and walked over to the bud grenade, pulling both of those cheeks. The sprouts moved their butterflies and arms to the pain of running tightly on their cheeks.

"Hi-ha!

"It's not Matsuda, but if your best friend is going to be an officer under heaven, you're not going to have such a high nose."

The eye-catching bud grenade was stopping all movement at that moment.

"At least there's no such thing as seclusion in class. Otherwise, I'm not gonna back you up."

Maiko goes to the classroom door again when he pounds the head of the bud grenade.

"I'm talking about if you win."

Maiko laughed and left the classroom.

When Maiko leaves, the only thing in the classroom will be bud grenades.

"Best friend, or..."

So grunting bud grenade was laughing happily.

"Bud grenade"

The voice echoed in the classroom where there should only be bud grenades. The bud grenade turns to the voice with a surprised face.

At the tip of the bud grenade's turn, the bamboo stood with its back in the door.

"Kamiyo, kun"

"I feel like I'm being called by a bud grenade"

The sneer grins nicely. The bud grenade surprised me again because I was not wrong.

"Yeah. I was thinking of going to the student council room"

"Yes. Can I help you?

Her reddish eyes stare at the bud grenade. I'm sure he even knows that and asks the bud grenade.

Bud grenades take a deep breath. Organized my mind, and opened my mouth.

"Kamiyo-kun, you know..."

When the bud grenade said, he laughed contentedly.