Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Well, this is one of the nation's celebrity schools - La Faust School.

A warrant lady gathered from all over the country is learning the necessary upbringing for the social community day and night. That is only a pre-construction story.

In fact, the students in the school can do whatever they want, from gracefully having a tea party in the garden to chess in their favorite lecture room to practicing the dance of the ball that comes in the dance hall.

And the man who reigns on the throne of this school and the dishonest and faithful soft man relax in the Secret Service...

"Are you really sorry you didn't get busted once!!!!

"Ha ha. That's right. Don't be crunchy. You'd better add three more squares of sugar to your coffee, wouldn't you?

- No, he was going through rough times, as usual.

"This is what I want to see. Who said? Burn it."

Currently, the cause of the argument between Holy Night and Makoto (the fierce one-way stretch of Holy Night) is that Makoto has bought "The Aesthetic Officer of the Lilong School Student Union - approaching its face!" in a magazine adorned with a title that is unpleasant for the Holy Night.

"Chi, aren't you interested? Then give it back because I'm the only one who'll see it."

When Makoto says so pointing his mouth at the waza, Holy Night throws the magazine over discreetly. I know that there is nothing in that article about bud grenades. That's perfectly fine, but on the contrary, there's no need at all to read that article for Holy Night if it doesn't say what the bud grenade is about. The behavior of that Holy Night is so obvious that I'm likely to say that everything but information about bud grenades is cuss. Exactly. Brain bud grenades everywhere.

"Oh, of all the sprouts by my side, you're not coming, asshole."

Makoto looks niggardly at such a holy night of full love B man mode.

"By the way, good news for your lovely Holy Night ~"

"Don't call me disgusting. Die."

On Holy Night, which I say with a serious face, Makoto shrugs his shoulders. But that face still looks like fun.

"Nanhara-chan, everything's settled. Why don't you go back to the student council, have a successful election, clear up, and become a full board member?

Makoto flirts with his smartphone and summarises the text in the screen and tells it to Holy Night. By the way, today is three days after the election took place at Lilong School.

"I know... where the information is, it"

Holy Night stares resentfully at Makoto. By the way, that information is already available on Holy Night. However, I am not dissatisfied with Holy Night that I am getting the latest information to prudence. Seeing Holy Night with a repentant face, Makoto laughed at Kerakera with pleasure this again.

"Simply put, Li Long has not only executive fans, but also my fans"

Makoto says so, and Holy Night narrows his eyes unlimited.

"Do you want to use them and hand them around so that the bud grenades can move more easily?

"Ma-sa ~. I don't know what happens to Nanahara-chan. If you turn your hands on it, Holy Night is worse. Abuse of authority, if you find out, it's another forcible deportation, right?

……

Holy Night conveniently ignores Makoto's remarks and does not reply. A Holy Night that is unusually easy to understand reactions is still a "cute Holy Night" for Makoto.

"Contact the president of Li Long's board of directors on purpose. Holy night is the guardian of that child."

Making precise points Makocchan laughs.

Holy Night made contact with Lilong's chairman of the board of directors the moment he grabbed the information that Bud Grey had officially become an officer as a result of the election. Sometimes I have previously solicited bud grenades to school, and it is inevitable that Holy Night cares about bud grenades. The school moved quickly when Holy Night said a word about "I heard unpleasant information about Mr. Nanhara Bud Grey". As a result, by calling on faculty and staff to find out more about this incident and ensure that the same never happens again in the future, the protection of bud grenades and measures to combat bullying at Lilong School became perfect.

The truth is that it was Holy Night when all the people who harassed the bud grenades were planning to burst out and use every means to give it to the blood festival, but I thought that if I did just that, the bud grenades would never see me again, and I stopped thinking. Of course the idea is a secret only in the head of Holy Night.

By the way, the president of the board, who was looking forward to seeing what the bud grenades would do next, said he was weeping "is it Nanhara again" from beside what he said.

"And I also heard you gathered experts to let Kusuri develop so that Nanahara's wounds would never remain, is that serious?

"... I don't know"

That's what Holy Night says, but suddenly it's rumours in the industry that Holy Night has moved companies and ordered them to "create drugs to eliminate body blemishes as soon as possible". They also calculated the overwhelming demand from women after the drug was developed, so they don't see it as so much of a problem from the main house.

"Love."

"Is it your talent that makes you want to kill me every time I open my mouth?

Makoto plays "praise me ~" back to what he said on Holy Night. By the way, it's Makoto's hobby stunt that pisses off Holy Night.

"I don't know if you're writing any interesting articles than that."

The Holy Night stares at Makoto, who sings his nose as much as a wussai, with a pest in his eyes. Makoto's joyfully rolling parallax reading is an article about the student council officers at Lilong School that Holy Night threw back earlier.

"Uh..." "The Five Most Outstanding Officers in the History of Lilong School" "

"Don't read it out. Besides, there's one bud grenade."

While I'm telling you not to read it out, I'll be complaining about the content of the article on Holy Night. Of course Makoto, who enjoys that, doesn't stop reading it out.

"Wow, the chairman's on one side, huh? Saw the Holy Night too... Oh, come on, throw something."

Makoto tries to turn one side of the picture of Makoto toward Holy Night, but soon Holy Night has thrown an uncertain antique in front of him. At this rate, by the time I finish reading the magazine, I'm sure the Secret Service will be in a terrible state of misery.

"'Clear brains, elegant appearance, uncalled for school student chairman. All the grades in school, all the mock grades # 1'... heh, awesome"

"If I take the test, I'll lose to him."

Of course there are no mock tests at La Faust School. Hence Holy Night pinches his mouth so much.

"'An ideal student precisely, with strong trust from students and quick and accurate support from teachers. He's the perfect student chairman'... he seemed so belly black, but that chairman"

"I'm belly black, and my personality sucks. That Ironhide Man."

That's what Holy Night says and narrows his eyes. I remember when I confronted him in La Fausto, and his face grew more and more grumpy. But I'm pretty sure I'm admitting that at the time I'm entrusting the bud grenade to his cow-eared Lilong School.

He said, "He deserves the next generation of bearers."

"I wrote that article. Which editor? I want to crush you right now."

Of course that's a Holy Night joke, but they can't give up the seat of the next generation of bearers. Again Makoto laughs with his belly at such a childish Holy Night reaction.

"Next up -... Oh, you're the vice chairman. Shotaro Gecheng. Sounds like a lot of trouble to write a name, this guy."

"When I say that, there's a lot of pictures in my name."

That's what Makoto says. I'll try to write kanji in the universe. Indeed, two paintings, Holy Night, have more paintings.

"Oh, seriously. Heh, surprise. Uh, but when it comes to number of pictures, it sounds like it's hard to write kanji, too, right? Nanahara-chan is an officer, and it's written in paperwork or something so you don't like it?

…… I don't think so. Do you have tenosynovitis...? Do you want to send the medicine next time? But if I write in the future, my fingers won't hurt... "

Talk about fundamental issues. I can't tell you anything about La Fausto's princes seriously debating picture counts. The argument of the story is completely off to Holy Night.

"Well, how many times about Shotaro Gejo..." His eyes behind his glasses are just heart eyes "... what the hell, this comic-like setting"

"He can use hypnosis, right? There's no mistake in that statement."

That's what Holy Night says and takes the teacup and mouths the black coffee.

"It doesn't seem to work with officers and sprouts."

"Heh, is there a condition? Wouldn't that work for me?"

"If hypnosis works for you, I'll call Shotaro Gejo here right now and induce him to shut you up."

Makoto mutters, "Hey, hey," on Holy Night when I tell you the truth. Needless to say, Makoto is not scared at all.

"'There's also a tough side, Student Union One serious student. But also the unexpected side of being silly but good at it. Lifestyle is always constant and is a rare health-oriented boy for modern people'... well put together"

"Shotaro Gejong... he seems to have done it. Just answer yes or no to the interview. That's about as good an article as it gets."

Holy Night honestly praises the power of editing. Even from the point of view of reading the article, it is possible that the Holy Night is accustomed to the industry.

"Next up -... oh, you're the type to look at again and again, this face. I'm so sorry about the guy."

Makoto opens his page and looks bitter. As stated, Laila in women's clothes is Shin's dstrike. I also honestly admit the look of bud grenade makeup, but Shin nevertheless preferred to come to Luo just because of his face.

"'No gender for a beauty. That beauty overshadows common sense'... I would overshadow common sense too if it were this cuteness. If I were a woman, I'd drop it."

"Your lady loves me."

"Wow, that was six months ago on Holy Night."

Makoto laughs provocatively when he sees the Holy Night. The Holy Night says not to talk about it, but Makoto speaks about it every time.

"I'll kill him if I tell him."

"No, you know Nanahara too. Holy Night used to make women cry... yes, yes, I won't say it anymore -"

Shin controlled it with a big hand gesture as Holy Night began to look for something to throw again.

"'As for the mech, they say there's nothing lined up to the right, and the chairman, Kamiyo-kun, entrusts me with everything about the mechanical relationship. Looking forward to working with you in the future'... Hmm, you mean not just cute"

"I'm sure of that arm... With Shulai Luo's contact, Shouguan is taking evidence photos to get out of school. If I hadn't thought of it now, I might have left the bud grenade here."

The Holy Night reminded me again of when the bud grenade was recaptured, and I slept on the couch and moaned.

While enjoying such a holy night and looking sideways, Makoto moves to the next page.

"'Blue Tang is beneficial. Martial arts fame, make him the eldest son of the Langtang family and lead brother of the Langtang Liu License. Its skill is in the ink of the current master-in-law, Langtang Seiju (Shino)'... Ha ha! Surely it's enough that one of these guys, me, Holy Night and this guard, were totally useless."

"The guy, for looking nice... I'm not too bold to do it. The wooden knife is pounding on me and my bud grenade. I'm sure it won't hit the bud grenade and throw it, so I think if I turn it to the enemy, he'll be scared."

They honestly acknowledge the strength of advantages, even the Holy Night.

Instead, you have to admit the advantageous strength of kicking the armed guardian prepared by Holy Night from one end to the other.

"'Courtesy, Always Calm'... Hey"

Makoto reads it out nicely. When I first went to Lilong, Shin, who took the bud grenade to the reception room, was greeted with a wooden knife in his favor. Advantage is the first behavior that a magazine doesn't do if it's a person who follows a tagline.

That's why Makoto is not going to blame for that. Without that much back, it's not fun. That's Makoto's opinion.

"Well, at the end of the day -... I'm out, Sales Smile. Honestly, you suck."

The moment he sees the photo of Fengya, Makoto, unlike other officers, curses at the face photos of Fengya one after the other without even reading the article.

"Isn't it more demanding to put it on my face than to put it on his face? It's not a big deal, I don't know about this guy's face."

"... you're a simple guy, too."

Unusual, Makoto spits his words as he pleases, so the Holy Night burns its appearance in his eyes all the time here.

Makoto's opposition to Kazuya is also considerable, as his opposition to the Holy Night is great.

"" The best looking guy in school. Popularity from female students is different digits. The more his fans there are in other schools'... nothing like that, it's not about making a scene. "

"We talked about this sprouts by fans of Lotus Moon Fengya, and there's not a lot of cause for it."

That's what Holy Night says and narrows his eyes. I want to blame him for the wind, but the bud grenades are sure to shelter him. I never wanted to see that, so Holy Night closed its mouth there.

But Makoto isn't.

"Really. But you're not. Er... hey, what... 'good with people. There were many occasions when the conversation was well tempered and during the interview, this one could be helped. Looks aren't the only thing handsome'...... huh? Just your face. Uh, Tsuman's!

That being said, Makoto eventually closes the magazine in a patsy fashion.

Holy Night sees such prudence and narrows his eyes even more. The words "not even Roku" and "only the face" certainly apply to the wind, but it is the speaker himself who is before the eyes of Holy Night who applies the word more than anyone else.

"But... if I revisit it, I really... Nanjo Mentsu"

Each student council officer surrounding the bud grenade with the head of the pod is amazing. This way, I find that especially when I see it in a magazine.

"Ha ha. So what's going on? You don't want to lose."

Seeing such a holy night, Makoto laughs. Whoever they are, Holy Night is not going to lose. And Makoto's job is to assist it faithfully.

"The heavens are here, right?

"Naturally."

Holy Night and Makoto have a niggardly and suspicious grin. That's a signal for the two of us to make up.

The argument starts soon, but there's a good place for both of us to be comfortable.

"Ah, Kei. Wait a minute."

Bud Grey was home from school, stopping straight by and out buying dinner. I just ran into Kei on my way home from school and he and I are currently walking the night lane.

It was in front of the bookstore that the bud grenade pulled Kei's school-run sleeve saying that.

"What did you do? Bud Grey Sister."

"Can I stop by the bookstore there?

"Fine... I want something. Book, is that you?

"It's a book, I promise."

That's what Bud Grey says, he goes to the bookstore with Kei. Of course, what I took in my hand was a magazine with just released student council officers.

"Awesome. Officer, I knew this was what made it so compelling to see it."

"Right. Looks like a distant person."

That's how the bud grenade squeaks as he reads the magazine. As the bud grenade said a little lonely, Kei exhaled softly and pounded the head of the bud grenade.

"Um, what?

"The closest thing to an officer like that is Sister Bud Grey? You can already be confident about that, can't you?

That's what Kei says and Ni laughs.

Kei is right, budding grenades are now one of the official student council officers.

"Yeah. That was it"

That's what I said. The bud grenade looked like it was stinking, and I laughed with a razor.

I planned to read that magazine as soon as I got home, but both the bud grenade and Kei flashed the moment I opened the front door.

A large quantity of new drugs had just been sent to the Nanahara family the other day, and once again a large quantity of medicine for tenosynovitis had been sent in the name of budding grenades by La Fausto's Mistress.