Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The bud grenade was early in the morning and woke up.

I haven't had the nightmare I've been having lately like every night, either, today. The awakening was refreshing and my heart very calm.

"... I said it"

Think back to yesterday.

I was so happy. The joy was yet another different sense of joy than when I became an officer or King at a cultural festival.

I told everyone everything. The bud grenade laughs bitterly at herself feeling that just lightened her heart. It's not that simple to do something about it. Though the thoughts I had were not mild, I was so glad that they were accepted by everyone.

Bud grenades take a deep breath.

I took an important step in myself to say everything I could without hiding it properly. And that means nothing if you don't connect it next.

The bud grenade that rose from the bed went to his desk and held the medal of King, who was decorated with care.

The hingy metal coolness is wrapped in the warmth of bud grenade hands. When I gripped it gnarly, it gradually began to assimilate to the body temperature of the bud grenade.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

The smiled bud grenade holds King's testimony to his chest. Still, there was only one problem left in the bud grenade that had to be cleaned up.

Time is still too early for students to attend school. Such an early morning school is very quiet, with slight noises and wooden spirits in the space.

Gala.

The classroom door opens.

A few girls came to Group F for two years. Of course they are not students in group F.

"... the Nanhara budding grenade desk is - this, right?

"Yes, that's for sure"

Towards the upper class, that's what I answered was one of the windy fans who locked the bud grenades in the warehouse.

There are now four board members in this group F. Three of them are in third grade and the other one is a sophomore girl. The current situation is the result of a group email to all fan club members reporting what happened at the orientation yesterday.

They were still plotting to do something to the bud grenade without punishment.

"Oily pen, lend it to me"

"What do you write?

"Hmmm...... what's a damaging word?

"I've written it all down and I can't think of any more."

That's how the girls laugh at each other.

"Truth is, I'm only doing that and it still sticks,"

"I wish Aya would have punished him more if he had said such terrible things to me."

One of the upper classmates turns her gaze to a sophomore girl named Aya. The female student, who trapped the bud grenade, e-mailed some of the dialogues told by the bud grenade yesterday. Locking up the bud grenades in the warehouse should have been quite a setup, but it's still not enough.

Before that, there is no reason why bud grenades have to be treated.

"But..."

One third grade girl with a blue face speaks out in a group that thinks abusive letters that write and hit her on the desk. The voice was shaking slightly.

"Exactly, the graffiti... it's not bad, is it? Officers will notice, too..."

Everything I've ever done is harassment where bud grenades won't find out unless they make a statement, and I've come to expect that bud grenades won't do it.

You know bud grenades aren't the kind of people who make a statement, and you scatter bud grenades as "cunning women". They don't realize how funny their words and deeds are. I'm not even trying to notice anymore.

And now, what they're trying to do is totally harass them into exposing themselves to the surface.

"What, are you gonna stop now or something?

The stared female student swallows cockroaches and spits. If you nod, you'll be a "traitor" at that moment. I'm not sure I can stay flat after the same harassment as a bud grenade. A female student who tries to stop is given an oily pen. I can't say I don't like it, because of the fear of being alone, the female student removed the cap on the pen.

A trembling pen tip tried to touch a beautiful desk with no graffiti, then...

"Sure, but if you stop now, it won't change the story."

The unusual air drifting into Group F froze at once.

The voice of someone who can't be here, who doesn't want you to be sounds. What I heard was a corner of the classroom. The person who keeps his back behind them in the cleaning gear compartment was in the classroom before the Fengya fans. And they were hiding their actions and watching everything.

"God... generation, kun..."

"Look, what's going on? I thought you were going to write some pretty damaging tantrums on that desk.

Xu says that with a thin laugh. Their trembling bodies can't even move properly in the wake of the cold, sharp gaze. I knew it and I deliberately said so.

"Well... the moment I wrote it, I was a little relieved that I seemed to know what would happen. Right, Shotaro?"

(10) He speaks his name so as not to divert his gaze from the female students, but to seek their consent.

"If we didn't even know that, we wouldn't be talking anymore"

To a low voice where only anger could be felt through the grump, the faithful immediately shifted the gaze they were pointing towards their voice.

"Your actions are too shallow for words."

Across the street, Shotaro, who was near the blackboard, pushes up his glasses and sends a contemptuous gaze to the faithful.

"Or, Gejong, until..."

Shotaro and Shotaro have already clearly seen him. Nonetheless, the faithful who sought refuge over this period turned to the nearest door. But it is the more beautiful girl than any of them who stands in front of them (...).

"Hii, Ragi......"

"What are you surprised about? Really, if you're going to do something this big, shouldn't you and I check the perimeter?

All I'm saying is funny. Luo turns a mockery to the believers. There was a video camera in that hand that would have recorded all of their words and deeds and held it to show them off.

The same grade girl rounds her eyes and impulsively runs over to Lai Luo. Then he was forced to take the video from Lai Luo, slamming it on the floor and stomping it to pieces.

Lai Luo glanced at the female students, who looked relieved.

"Stupid. The data is missing. But I guess I'll have to pay for the camera."

That's what Lailuo said, throwing the SD card he had in his other hand at the boy who was sealing the door opposite himself.

"... Huh!

"Yes, because you can't break that. It's evidence of time."

"Of course."

The advantages answer with a slightly muddled face to the joke-ridden words of Lailuo. And I immediately fixed it in my blazer pocket.

"... blue, tang, kun"

"There must have been a few of your friends who suddenly stopped being a fan club... but don't even think about why. Do this"

I have no feelings in favor of my voice. But that transparent face is nothing but fear.

Here recently, a few executives and just members' children have indeed suddenly stopped. They don't know that the reason is the result of Shotaro's hypnotic induction.

"What are you going to do now that you are frightened? I thought we were silent."

The advantages are slowly told as they approach the female students.

"Blaming him is the same as blaming us officers."

Advantage looks up and stares at the faces of board believers. And changed the color of those eyes.

"... I'll buy you a sold fight. Of course, you're ready, aren't you?

The calm that was not in the vantage point disappears somewhere. The switched advantage stared at them with a wooden knife.

"... Shh, no. Damn...... misunderstanding"

"I didn't misunderstand anything."

The last voice is the voice of their beloved and unstoppable. But now I'm so scared of that voice.

It was their ideals that emerged from behind Lailuo.

"Ugh, but, yeah."

"We're watching, isn't this sight true? I'm not lying about anything. We don't misunderstand anything."

Fengya takes one step, one step and his leg forward. He stopped at a distance from the female students and turned his attention to the bud grenade desk just a short distance away.

Not tainted yet, look at the beautiful bud grenade seats and relieve. And I put that gaze back on the girls in my fan club. One of them is the one who pulled the wind to the end yesterday when he tried to find a bud grenade.

"... I told you I wouldn't forgive you if I disturbed you"

There is no usual kindness in the voice of the wind. If you'd just pulled back like that, you might still have had room to forgive me. No, I'm sure I still couldn't forgive you.

"... I just don't want to be told that by Kazuya... uhh"

Female students of the same grade collapse into a second rejection from Fengya. The first female student who was trying to escape was already crying.

The two senior girls, still standing in grandeur, take the gaze of the board at once.

The only feeling I wanted to escape gave them was impatience.

"That's crazy... Kazuya..."

The last time I opened my mouth.

"Fengya is everyone's, Fengya!

The female students, whose heads panicked, punched them all in the front.

"Officers shouldn't treat anyone special!

"We've all protected that, so there's no rubbing, and yet..."

Those female students already don't know what they're talking about.

"All, all...... because Nanhara bud grenades are bad!!

Words that had not gone through the brain were only the gunpowder of stripping.