Reiryuu Academy Student Council

It's Christmas Eve.

At 6: 30 p.m., you must go to the designated venue to complete the reception.

Finish your lunch and the sprouts start washing. Kei still seems to be in the club today and is no longer at home. Shigeji is also at work.

Mariko is knitting in the living room, around a mild lunch.

But the house phone rang with a slightly loud noise as if to blow such air.

"Oh, call me."

Stop knitting and Mariko runs to the phone. After several calls, Mariko gave him a receiver.

"Yes, it's Nanhara.... What!? Aww, nice to meet you, I'm Mariko Nanahara. What, no... no... oh, yes. Of course I am. Meh, buddy."

Mariko is in a rare hurry. Bud Grey somehow narrowed his eyes imagining the person on the phone. Clean the wash thoroughly and head to Mariko. Although the bud grenades give way to the receiver, Mariko remains on standby there. - One day I saw the sight again.

"Yes, I replaced your call"

"Ah... coho... oh, me or"

The person on the phone is Holy Night, as expected by the bud grenades. When Mariko was the opponent, she would have uttered words like a gentleman in perfect standard language as a harp holy night in the social world. One cough changed my voice all at once.

"The party's at 6: 30, right?

"Saya. But you wear my dress and I'll pick you up before then. I'll pick you up at about 1: 00. '

"Um, isn't it too soon?

"A reasonable time or"

…… You can pick me up. Tell me where it is. I'll go myself. "

"Really, tell me where you're going."

"What?"

"Oh, and I'll be ready for tomorrow, and I'll be there to prepare you. Don't worry, I'll tell the staff about you properly."

I guess I'm pretty busy. Holy Night briefly told me what was going on, and I said, "Hope to see you again," and hung up.

I had expected a lot from you at the time of getting a dress ready, but this time I feel different than usual.

"I'm already surprised. I can't believe the son of the Qin Zao treasury called..."

Mariko holds her chest and exhales whoops. Surely all of a sudden I get a call from Holy Night and there's no way I can stay flat.

"I thought you were young."

"... are you still friends on the phone?

"Sure. Bud Grey's status report!

That's how Mariko signed the V sign. That's just the tagline "handsome is a national treasure". I won't let go of the handsome guy I grabbed.

The bud grenade sighed, looking at the fun Mariko and smiling.

The clock needle points to 1pm.

A luxury car, rarely seen in front of the Nanahara family, stopped just perfectly.

"Yikes, time is perfect"

"Hey."

That's how Mariko and Bud Grey greet their luxury cars, who were waiting for the Holy Night to pick them up in front of their house. Then a man in a black suit came down from the driver's seat and bowed deeply in front of the bud grenade and Mariko.

"It is the use of Holy Night. Nanhara bud ho, please get in."

The man opens the back seat door. It's too big a space to ride on your own completely.

"Bye, Mother. I'm coming. I'm making a cake this morning and putting it in the fridge, so let Kei and your father out at night. And then..."

"I'll leave out all the delicious looking rice in the fridge, it's okay!

Mariko signaled with a goose-sign by cutting up the description of the bud grenade. Sure, Mariko's point is not wrong, but it leaves me a little uneasy. But Mariko says, "It's okay," so I guess it's okay.

"I'm coming."

"There you go, buddy"

Mariko dropped me off and the bud grenade got into the car. The door closes and the car with the bud grenade begins to move.

"I'd love to get in that car, too."

With such a grunt zero, Mariko went back inside the house.

The car with the bud grenade stops an hour later.

Due to the driver, the bud grenade, who had the door opened again, was stunned by the sight spreading in front of him.

"Shh..."

Bud grenades were brought to ARICE, a beauty facility under the Qin Zao treasury umbrella. Famous and famous places I've heard on TV that there are leading staff from all fields, from estheticians to hairdressers, always full of bookings by your lady from all over the country. And the staff are there to join them and bow their heads deeply.

"I've been waiting for you. Master Qin Zao wants to talk to you."

"I haven't heard anything..."

Speaking to a ruler-like woman, the bud grenade answered with hahahaha and half a laugh.

The bud grenade is semi-forced as it is to undergo a facial massage and a full-body swelling massage by a leading esthetician. It takes about two hours to get massaged and your body is lighter overall and twitchy. When that is over, the hair will now begin to be taken care of, and the expensive treatment agent will be applied to the bud grenade hair at all costs so that it will never be seen in the supermarket. It wasn't originally crusty, but after about an hour of care, it was so salacious that it seemed like I could get a CM of shampoo.

"Tired..."

He finished the beauty course, which had been contacted from Holy Night all the way, and the manager followed him to the costume room. And two or three female staff make me change into a dress that would have been given in advance from Holy Night.

The color of the dress is still black. There are always many chic colors of dresses prepared by Holy Night. Perhaps that is the preference of Holy Night. This time it's a party dress, knee-length stuff. With a bear-top, the waist has a bow that looks like a butterfly motif. From the waist down, it was spreading fluffy as it unraveled from the ribbon, bringing cuteness.

"Shoes will be here"

That's what women give you - red pumps.

The best accent to bring out the black. Christmas costume.

The dressed bud grenade left the costume room, and now it's really hardened. In front of the door of the costume room, a man stands with his arm against the wall.

"Heh, that's Holy Night. Coordinating Sense Amen ~"

Makoto in a suit. The jacket is undressed and the tie is loose, apparently not yet fully body but after finishing the dominance. I didn't think I'd be surprised at what happened now, but I'm also surprised at Shin's appearance of just a bud grenade. I can tell by Holy Night, but I have no idea what Makoto means to be here.

"Why, you..."

"Because I'm the makeup clerk for Nanahara today."

"What?"

The bud grenade is stunned. Shin still laughs at Kerakera after seeing such a bud grenade reaction.

"For once, you've been asked to do it since Holy Night, haven't you? Because I'm better than the makeup staff here."

Makoto said confidently. The truth is that Makeup for the summer night club was also planned to be done by Makeup, but Makeup couldn't because he was prepared for it.

Ignoring the frowning bud grenade, Shin pulls the bud grenade arm. And he was taken into a makeup room in private condition.

Makoto starts clapping the tools in the makeup room with familiar handsets. The bud grenade sitting in front of the mirror looked anxiously at Makoto.

"What that face?"

He noticed the glance of the bud grenade. Shin raised his face and turned to the bud grenade.

"You can make up, right, Mr. Tsuhara?"

"Well. So you're used to fixing up messy ladies again?

Saying with pleasure, the bud grenade turns a contemptuous eye. A mysterious statement as to whether you remember the promise of bud grenades the other day.

"Well, don't worry. If you make me look weird, I won't be mad at you on Holy Night. I'll make it perfect."

Shin, with his tools in place, walked over to the budding grenade and began to smear the lotion into the face of the budding grenade.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Nanhara."

"Yes?"

The bud grenade reacts to Makoto's voice while his face is touched with a patter and prudence. Shin then opened his mouth as he took a small amount of emulsion into his hand.

"All the cosmetics that I'm going to use, Holy Night, will be sent to Nanahara as a Christmas present. And that dress."

The said bud grenade opened his eyes. Obviously, just buy one of the cosmetics placed here and Mr. Shiroyoshi will take one. I didn't know you were going to give it all and even a dress, that's Holy Night of Qin Zao.

"No... but even if I get cosmetics, I get cosmetics"

"I'm going to do it now. If it's your memory, you can see it all and remember it, right?

Makoto makes the makeup basement look familiar to the face of the bud grenade and tells him. It also includes the reason why Holy Night cautiously put in charge of the makeup of bud grenades. That means learn how Shin makes out so that the bud grenade can do it on its own.

"If you want to be a woman on Holy Night or next to those officers, make an effort to match your appearance."

"... but because I put on makeup, it's nothing..."

Bud grenades themselves are not convinced of their makeup. It's a perception that she's certainly cuter than she is sober, but still no different from the girls around her. Makoto narrows his eyes to a bud grenade whose evaluation of himself is extremely harsh.

"I'll tell you one thing."

"Huh?"

"You look amazing in makeup. There's no such thing as a beautiful woman in there."

Eyeshadow painted, budding grenades meditate one eye. Seeing Makoto with half his eyes was a serious face, telling him that his words were not lies.

"I'm the best dressed face for you and Shirakura."

Seems prudent to add that properly. Still, if Makoto's words, I could also trust the bud grenade. That much Shin's words have always conveyed the truth strictly to the bud grenade. That's why bud grenades don't notice the most noticeable lie Shin is telling bud grenades.

"I did. That's me?

In the mirror is a beautiful girl bud grenade.

The way to make up was triplets - but the makeup made by Maiko at the Cultural Festival was more in bud grenades than the makeup applied by the servant with the harp. And Shin's makeup brings out the beauty of bud grenades on par with Maiko's makeup.

I don't know what that means.

"- Thank you."

"It's a Holy Night's order, so what choice do we have?

That's how Makoto cleans up his makeup tools. The bud grenade had been facing itself in front of the mirror for a while.

"Ah... that was it"

The bud grenade clasps inside the shoulder bag he brings. The bracelet that Holy Night gave me is inside the beautiful box that the bud grenades took out.

Shin sees the bud grenade on his arm quietly, chilling sideways.

"Uh, Mr. Hagiwara."

That said, the bud grenade turned back to Shin, but Shin opened his mouth before the bud grenade said anything.

"Nanhara. I totally forgot."

In the same light tone Makoto walks over to the bud grenade. "Huh?" Shin's arm wrapped around the neck of the bud grenade as the bud grenade tilted his neck.

"Mr. Tsuhara!?

I'm not doing anything.

Makoto says in a fed up voice somewhere. And soon away from the bud grenade. Even though Shin's arm warmth has disappeared, there remains discomfort around the neck of the bud grenade. The bud grenade, feeling unnatural, looked at his neck and rounded his eyes.

The pink gold heart-shaped necklace is wrapped around the neck of the bud grenade.

"Mr. Hagiwara, this"

"From Holy Night"

Makoto says so and points to the necklace he put on the neck of the bud grenade.

"That's a gift from Holy Night. But I brought the dress and the cosmetics because I hesitated to give them to you. So don't say anything extra on Holy Night, okay? I'll be pissed off."

"Mr. Qin Zao... Aren't you spending too much money?

Makoto laughed at Kerakera when the bud grenade said with a troubled face. Holy Night is irrelevant to the question of money.

"By the way, I didn't buy anything. Nanahara doesn't have anything for me, either, does she?

"Uh... Ah, yes"

Bud grenade answers that by putting the bag down. Then Makoto grinned lightly and snapped "I knew it".

"You're properly prepared for Holy Night, aren't you? If you haven't, I can help you get it."

You can't just get so many presents and have no presents on Holy Night. "I'm ready," said the bud grenade. When he found out he was meeting Eve, the bud grenade quickly prepared a gift for the Holy Night.

"Bye, no problem. It's time to head to the venue."

Makoto says so and opens the makeup room door. Apparently, bud grenades are supposed to head with Makoto.

"- Yes."

The bud grenade left Shin's open door with his bag in his arms.

- And a turbulent Eve party opens the curtain.