Reiryuu Academy Student Council

A mediocre day, it's so serene, in a way extraordinary.

Heaven makes no man above man, no man under man.

The great man said great things.

but there is something in the world called 'talent' as a certainty. You will never escape the advantages and disadvantages judged by it.

"Shoots, it's your turn to run next."

"Ho ho ho"

The girl enrolled in Lilong School High School Group F for two years, Nanhara Bud Grey, is called by name to advance to a predetermined position on the ground.

Currently sophomores are in the middle of their first physical education class of the school year. The content is a physical measurement.

Standing on the 50m walk starting line, the bud grenades turned their attention to the classmates running with them.

"Run with me, Nanahara-san."

"Yeah, I'm sorry we didn't stick together."

"Ha, I'm not that fast either, so it's okay."

Encouraged that way, bud grenades laugh bitterly. It's the girls in the tennis club who compete with bud grenades. She's a ballsy gymnast. By the way, Bud Grey is a junior high school veteran's homecoming student. The result is what I saw.

Kawano, Nanhara, take position.

Physical education teachers tell me that bud grenades enter the crowding start position. The girl next door is ready too.

"Yo, Peep."

The momentum whistles well and another teacher pushes the button on the stopwatch at the goal point.

The bud grenade, which is delayed from the exit, already makes a difference at the starting point with a woman named Kawano. The difference opened up slightly as it was and the goal was completely separate.

"Nanhara, Time 9.02"

When you hear that, the female students in group F admire it as "oops". This time, by the way, is neither good nor bad in itself. It's a perfectly normal time, but it's important that it's the bud grenade that took that time.

"Sarasu, Miss Average"

Class people nod at Maiko's words. Bud Grey laughed hahahaha when he heard that.

"You know, we have time until the next measurement, right? I hear the officers are starting to measure, so let's go check it out!

However, the next moment disappears from students' memories, such as the time of bud grenades. Everyone's interest was directed at measuring the physical fitness of men.

Apparently, each officer in each class started measuring at the same time, and the noise on the ground isn't half as loud.

"Bud grenade, let's go see it too"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Brought to his friend Maiko, the bud grenade advanced to the gathering of women.

With fans of officers already in a good position, it's hard to see officers from the bud grenades place. It's not that I don't see it.

"Kamiyo-kun, that's amazing... I'm jumping all the time on my own."

A female student watching her jump higher squeaks in a grumpy manner. Currently, the student chairman, Kamiyoshi, is fighting records alone. The other boys were already out, and the measuring field was no longer transformed into a single stage for the

Because it is an item that concentrates the spirit, noise will of course interfere with the measurement of the So the fans of the Xu watch quietly and speak of emotion.

"How long are you going to jump?"

The bud grenade stares at the gaze from afar and says so.

I'm still slightly jumping the stick installed pretty high. Clearly, there is no end. The only way to be sure is for the teacher to end up interrupting along the way.

"Oh, it looks like Gejong-kun is going to jump over and over again."

Guided by that voice, the bud grenade shifts his gaze only slightly. At the end of his gaze, Shotaro Gejo, vice chairman of the glasses, was in line for an iterative lateral jump. He is putting his glasses firmly on his nose so that they do not look uneven, and he seems to be in a lot of trouble. Still, the place where excellent results are achieved in all items like all other officers is called boulder officers.

"Sho, fight!

There are people who cheer for Shotaro in such tired mode, as if she were her. Cute figure that lets long hair soak in the wind and sit in the shade. Same student council officer Shura.

As usual, she looks uncomfortable in women's clothing. He seems to be touring and supporting, pointing video cameras at other officers for fun while in uniform. It's like a diagram of a parent watching a children's sporting event.

"Shu, you're too cute"

"I'm backed up too..."

The boy before and after Shotaro puts his heart's voice on the table. He can't deny that cuteness, even if Lailuo is a man.

Suddenly physical education teachers begin to gather in such a smiling, airy corner of the ground.

"Well, what have you done?"

The bud grenade looked boldly at the condition as he tilted his neck. But I can quickly see why the teachers gathered around the corner of the ground.

"Langtang-kun. Eh. Come on."

The fan children speak so loudly.

A luxuriously bodied Blue Town favor stood with a handball in one hand in the corner opposite the teachers.

As it was, the teacher's signal made it past the teachers' heads and hit the fence directly when the advantages threw it as they wished. The distance is completely immeasurable.

"... I wonder if there's any trick"

The bud grenade squeaks. I hear the Langtang family is a famous martial artist, but no matter what the advantages themselves look like, I don't think they're haughty shoulder bearers enough to throw them from corner to corner of the ground.

When the bud grenades thought of that, the next female students in the front started screaming like screams. The voice is different in number and strength from support for other officers.

"Fengya kuuuuuuu!!! Good luck!

That said, the best looking girl in school ahead of a female student waving. The person who really seems to be on the other side of the TV, Lotus Moon Fengya, is about to start a mid-range walk. Fengya in the starting position waves back "thank you" with a handsome smile. Then, of course, the woman's calling is heated up.

"... wow"

"Sprout, you're leaking emotions from your face."

Maiko next door looks at the face of the bud grenade and points that out. By the way, the bud grenades are making my face cramp when I look at the female students a little further. But the female students' cheer for the wind is so awesome that they don't even know what it's like to be a bud grenade like that.

By the time you get into the fifth lap of the ground, the sweaty wind wipes the sweat off your face with the hem of your sportswear. As a result, several fan girls passed out on the belly chills that inevitably happened.

"You're still amazing, officer."

The bud grenade squeaks. There are no officers in Group F belonging to the bud grenade. That's why I don't have the strength and the opportunity to see classes that are held jointly these grades.

I am no longer surprised that the officers are amazing. I still think it's amazing how many times I've seen it. When I was in school tailoring, I was so impressed to see the "genius" I heard in middle school rumors.

"Group F girls are going into grip measurements! Gather around."

It takes such a decree, and the bud grenades and Maiko leave the scene.

Finally, the bud grenade looked back again and looked jiggly at the officer's appearance.

Being "geniuses" as a matter of fact, they are always the object of the attention of their surroundings and are distinct beings.

They are certainly heterogeneous beings who excel in almost everything.

But everyone in the world has some talent worthy of "Yu" and a bad taste worthy of "inferior". In this way, the balance of superiority and inferiority is maintained.

But everything is normal when it comes to bud grenades. She has no superiority or inferiority. Neither acceptable nor impossible, neither honorable nor inferior.

Students belonging to Lilong School and its higher departments receive 95% of the internal students who advance in escalating ceremonies from the elementary and secondary departments. Therefore, the presence of outgoing students is unusual. A narrow gate where entrance exams are considered super difficult with a very small number of capacity. Therefore, outgoing students have a lot of excellent students.

However, middle-school students are exactly as far as bud grenades, one of the few outgoing students, are concerned. That's why the nickname for bud grenade is "Miss Average" a year after enrollment.

I don't particularly like that nickname, but I don't even hate it. That was just two names for a bud grenade to carry.

Such bud grenades looked at Reiki's officers and groaned.

"It's on the clouds for me..."

Then he returns his heel as it is, and the bud grenade heads for a grip measurement.

Even then, the bud grenades beat out the average grip value of high school girls and were impressed by the classmates.