Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The center of street street is noisy. Hatsumomo's stalls are usually noisy, but the noise means something different.

"Phew..."

"Ha ha, Holy Night idiot ~"

Lailuo and Shin, who were heading out for the bud grenade search, found two causes of that noise as soon as possible, each reacting like them.

"Yikes! There's Lotus Moon Fengya over there!

"Wow! Keikun, help me!

"Hey, senior! Don't get me involved!!

The wind and elegance that would clap at the crowd also came this way, and the heat of the crowd was increasing.

They're all trying to gather together again at one point. But its stairwell - the corner of the shooting game - was now transformed into just a battlefield.

"Su - Sri Jaya Waldana Prakotte"

With the name of Sri Lanka's capital in the heart of the crowd, he puts a gun three meters away and shoots it in the center. There was a beautiful hole in the center of the target for one bullet, whether it had already been shot so hard not to tell how many times. Wild horse excitement levels up to too accurate shooting.

But he did not care for the reaction around him, and he turned his invincible grin at the Holy Night next door, which he received breathes deeply.

"Well... Tenterfield Terrier"

And Holy Night answered the breed of the dog, and smote the target next to the shooter. In the Holy Night, is there a slight blur unlike a blur, or the holes in the center of the target are overlapping with decomposition? Still, from where you're shooting down what's judged to be the center, you're definitely good at it.

The wild horses cheer more than once in a battle that doesn't give way to both.

"What are those two doing..."

And when he got to the center of that noise, the bud grenade squeaked so much with his eyes on the two battles.

"You're shiritori shooting. … it does disturb my spirit"

The advantage of watching the two battles next to the bud grenades was some uneven perspective, and I was impressed with the two battles.

The battles that the Holy Night and the Holy Night are currently waging are exactly as we named them in our favor. A spiritual confrontation that keeps shooting down the center with shooting at you as you slip.

I don't care how the two of them started such a stupid battle at this time, but bud grenades think about how to stop this battle anyway.

"You won't even have to think about it. I see battles."

Shotaro lined up next to the bud grenade as he pressed up his glasses. Shotaro certainly has a point. Yes, the battle will be over in less time. But when the battle came, it came on, and then the sprouts predicted it would be intense and cumbersome.

"Uh. Are you expecting Holy Night to lose?

Fun to say, Shin joins the bud grenades. Of course, Lailao, who was acting with him, also joined the bud grenades.

"It's not natural. Whatever the target, first of all, there's no one who can beat you with a sledge."

Saying so confidently, Lailuo rushed to the bud grenade.

"Ru, good. I didn't get caught."

"It would be obvious"

Naturally, Shotaro laughed when he came to Shotaro, who said he was with him.

"When, did you knock down the caution stick again? It's really best if you hire them."

"It's expensive."

To Makoto's joke, rare advantages joke back. Even so, the advantages are still true.

That's how Lai Luo and Shin appeared in front of him, and Bud Grey noticed that two people who predicted he would be with them did not exist, and let his gaze wander strangely.

"What about Kei and Lotus Moon?

"Ha ha... I think you'll find them soon enough if you don't listen?

Makoto answered the bud grenade question with a laugh at Kerakera. The bud grenade looks strange for a moment, while silencing his ears around him, as Makoto put it. Then...

"Excuse me! Really, I have an appointment!

"It's none of my business. So can you clear the way?

"Keikun! Wait, wait, wait! Oh, please, wait!

And that's what a voice does nearby. Turning out to be missing, the bud grenade once again turns his gaze toward the incandescent battle in a hospitable manner.

"Nevertheless..."

Seeing a slick of fun, the bud grenade narrowed his eyes to such an extent that there was no more.

"Pa - Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paura Juan Pomseno Maria de los Remedios Cibriano Sentissima Trinidad Luis Ipicasso"

That's the official name of a famous painter. Too many maniacal words and names are brought out to the sleigh. It's pretty bad. And what's worse is the spirit that won't disturb you at all after you say so many names. I'd be comfortable on my side, but my enemies would be too scared.

Holy Night also manages to work hard, but they're really bad at each other. The words that emerge are limited if they are prolonged, and the spirit of Holy Night scratched with a sledge gradually made his shooting accuracy worse. But that's what normal is all about, and the flat ones are monsters.

It is the Holy Night, which has returned the word in bitterness, but it is soon returned and finally hunted down. Looking for words starting with "ku," Holy Night began to chew and roar on his lips.

The equilibrium broke down, moments of tension that also spit around you.

However, the eyes of the budding grenades only show the sight in a funny way.

"Ha..."

"Nanhara?"

The bud grenade moves his leg with the sigh. As he gently apologized to the leading wild horses surrounding the Sacred Night and pushed them away, the bud grenade slapped a ton on the shoulder of the Sacred Night.

"Sorry to interrupt... Eh, bud grenade... without you..."

The turning Holy Night looks surprised when he sees the bud grenade in front of him. The lady next to her looked delightful, turning her face into something unpleasant.

"Bud grenade..."

A grudgingly glance was shed, and the bud grenade breathed in sooooo much. With a letter beginning with "ku," he pulls the words from the bottom of his memory that make him say "gaffoon". And I chanted the word I found like a spell.

"kruntape mahana corn amon rattana kosin mahintara ayuttaya mahardi rocka pop noppa rattanara chattany bree rom udonrah chaniuchet maharsaturn amon rapeen awattarn satit sackatat tiya wisanukam prasit"

As his surroundings stirred, the bud grenades mentioned Bangkok's official name and took the gun from Holy Night's hand and shot it through the middle of the target instead.

"Yes, the outsiders have broken in, so it's over with a draw."

The bud grenade puts his hands together to end the battle between the two. The saved Holy Night was a little twisted, and the winnable battle was broken off, with a grin on his face that was too scary.

"... budding grenade"

"I can't believe you can beat Shigeru in the Kamiyoshi era, so I'm bored with battles that originally show results."

That's what the bud grenade says and turns a straight glance at the gaze. Officer Plus Shin honestly admires the bud grenade, who can't help but notice his black grin. On the other hand, there was a grumpy holy night grunt from behind the bud grenade.

"Asshole. Whose result can you see? You can't beat him."

I can't make you hear too much around me, but the result is angry, so Holy Night argues with a very small voice against the bud grenade dialogue.

"Heh. That would have been my win for sure if the bud grenades hadn't gotten in the way?

"Dip it. This belly black iron skin."

And across the bud grenades, the bees and sparks begin to splash again in the days of the sun and the holy night.

"Ahhh..."

As the bud grenade held his head, Fengya and Kei, who made their escape from the crowd, were coming this way in a fierce dash.

"Ah! I have sprouts!

"Come on, you guys meet up."

And now it's really time for everyone to regroup.

The surroundings are too dazzling with storms of flash that make me want to scratch whether it's a shooting party or not. It is this aesthetic group that is being photographed, and no makeup bud grenades have the most to do with this flash. Hence the bud grenade that I want to get out of here quickly, but I was caught advantageously trying to escape.

"You don't have to run away alone."

"Let the victim just get away with it. Okay?

Advantageously, the bud grenade smiles at the nickel. Still, the power of the advantageous arm remains unchanged. Instead, I feel that even stronger forces have been added.

"Yeah? Bud grenades are mine."

"Ha. That's your son under the sky. You're a good joke."

Despite the end of the shooting shoot-out, the argument between the Quran and the Holy Night does not end. The bud grenade prediction that the battle would seem troublesome even after it was over was middle-cut.

"Hey, stupid man."

"Huh... buh"

Next to arguing and Holy Night, another group begins to play. Shin called me by name, and Fengya turned around thinking nothing, but thanks to it, I was to take Shin's Lariat face to face. Makoto laughed at the revenge of the head-butting earlier, and the wind was completely clean.

"Uh-huh!

"Seniors, stop."

Kei is the one who goes into stopping the wind and elegance that starts to storm in the heart of the crowd. Pulling Kazuya's body and pulling from Makoto does, but it doesn't work. For that reason, Kei said with a troubled face, "I'm looking at Sister Bud Grey!," he said, and so on, holding back the wind and elegance diligently.

"Yikes! Give me your contact information -!

"What's your name?

"... upp"

Shotaro, on the other hand, who had not participated in each argument, had been pushed by women and had begun to fall for questioning attacks. Shotaro is going to vomit because of how disgusting he is.

"Sho, don't show me something dirty early in the New Year"

Lailao, currently dressed as a woman, rushed to Shotaro's side in trouble and undertook the role of avoiding women to keep Shotaro away from other girls.

"It's been a rough year."

"Right."

The bud grenade speaks in his favor as he looks at the troubled situation around him, and the favor nods and agrees with it. Calmly, he stared at the unchanged, faceless and entertaining sight of his surroundings - taking such a vantage point aside, the bud grenade laughed small.

Langtang-kun.

"Yes...... Huh?

A bud grenade threw candy balls into his favorable mouth, which turned around and opened slightly. Advantage opens his eyes to surprise, recalling that he was similarly accidentally thrown in candy in the summer.

"... Nanhara?

"I told you earlier I'd be in a good mood if I fed you - right?

The bud grenade laughed mischievously and tilted his neck. It is now the turn of the bud grenades to make fun of their advantages in retaliation for having just been teased in their favor.

"How's that? Delicious?

bud grenade asks so with his neck tilted.

If the bud grenade knew what it felt like to be in his favor and asked him that, he could just talk to the little devil girl...

"It's sloppy..."

Without knowing how advantageous it feels, the bud grenade that does such a cute thing is a natural little devil, and because he can't blame or be angry, he's of poor quality.

"What?

"Something I don't understand."

"Huh?"

The bud grenade stares to his advantage with a strange face.

Then I heard a loud voice calling for a bud grenade out of the crowd. Now that I know who the Lord of that voice is, the bud grenade brightens his face and turns his gaze toward the voice.

"Father! Mother!

It is Shigeji and Mariko who stand at the end of the bud grenade's gaze.

As soon as we confirmed the presence of the bud grenade voice and the two, all the aesthetic groups that were arguing and fighting stopped Pitali and all of his acts without exception.

"Nice, it feels like adolescence!

"... mother"

Kei shook his neck to the side with a frightened sigh at his mother, who expressed her honest opinion of the rosy world surrounding her righteous daughter.

"Bud grenade. Hey, come on."

Shigeji, standing next to Mariko like that, invites the bud grenade to his side with his phone in one hand. While guided by the invitation, Seiji offered his cell phone to the bud grenade that walked over to Seiji.

"Phone."

……

The bud grenade looks strange. "From who?" Before asking the question, Shigeji was shoving his phone into the ear of a bud grenade.

Hello.

And the bud grenade glanced at the voice heard from that phone, pressing the phone into his ear with his own two hands.

"If, if."

Though he could not speak well, Bud Grey let the person on the phone hear his voice firmly. When I heard the bud grenade, the thought of not being the voice of the person on the other side of the phone became exhaling.

'Open up...... congrats. bud grenade'

Say hello to the budding grenades for the New Year. Just for that reason, I called Seiichiro Tojo.

For the first time in ten years, the back of the bud grenade's nose fills me with a tickling feeling to greet me directly.

"Congratulations"

Words spinning with trembling voices. But the bud grenade face that mouths it looked very happy, and all the beauty groups around could instantly guess who the phone was to.

"Tomorrow...... I'm going to show my face to the Nanhara family, will you meet me?

Tojo asks the bud grenade that with a slightly anxious voice. There's no way a bud grenade would say no to that delightful story.

"Yes. I'll wait"

Bud Grey answers Tojo's query by honestly voicing the sentiment of delight. Tojo left a reply somewhere happily saying 'thank you' when he heard the answer to the bud grenade whether it conveyed his feelings of bud grenade.

After a short call, the bud grenade returns his phone to Heiji. As the budding grenade held onto his cheeks, which naturally loosened, Heiji laughed joyfully and tenderly at the head of the budding grenade.

"Good for you, buddy."

"Yeah."

The bud grenade, laughing happily, noticed the gaze gathering at himself and looked back at everyone. The happiness we have now is due to everyone in front of us...

"Guys, let's open up again."

Nature and grin spill out of everyone's face at the extraordinary smile of the bud grenade.

Then, the previous arguments seemed ridiculous, and the Qi and Holy Night, Fengya and Makoto had each stopped hanging out.

The beginning of the year because of it. In front of God, it's not bad to try to get along today or so.

"Everybody, let's get back to work."

Student Council Officers at Lilong School plus two of the best boys in Japan.

Anyway, the argument starts again soon, but now we all have a good first. No one disagreed with that opinion.

Long and short - that's how the tearful and fun first moments mark the time.

Where does a well-begun New Year take bud grenades? I still don't know anything about the whereabouts of happiness that will change tomorrow.

But I'm sure no matter what happened, "as long as everyone was around," Bud Grey was sure that was all.