Reiryuu Academy Student Council

At the end of the final test, a different air began to be seen from the relief. The students, especially those from the sports club, are soaring. There's one reason for that. Because it is the final event of the first semester and it is plugged into the active event of sports students, the period of the sports festival.

After winning the board of directors, he held the position of Group F, which took the class average of No. 1 for the final test, and Matsuda won the sports festival.

"This year, my group F is a red team!

The usual sight of Dr. Matsuda beating and writing "Red" on the blackboard without meaning, bud grenades narrowing his eyes and Maiko sighing. When the chairman of the committee standing next to Dr. Matsuda calmly said, "Please stop wasting the chalk," the students, headed by Takimoto, had a big laugh with Guerraggera.

Against the background of the chairman of the committee who cleanly erases the blackboard, Dr. Matsuda continues his conversation by relying on the teaching table.

"The Red Team has been in the High Department for two years!

Dr. Matsuda again carefully explains the facts that we all already know. The chairman of the committee also seemed to be getting tired of boulders and told him that he would pull Dr. Matsuda off the teaching table and get to the point.

Dr. Matsuda, who was driven away, was sitting in the chairman's seat and putting together his legs so hard that he couldn't put them together.

"Then I guess I know, but I'll explain the event"

The chairman of the committee opens his mouth quietly as he looks at the print.

"First of all, the overall competition will feature a men's horseback riding battle and a women's tournament of ten in each class. Then the support group for five men and five women each. Then the men walk a hundred meters, two thousand meters, six at a time, the women walk a hundred meters and a thousand meters, six at a time. Then there's one man and one woman in the representative relay. I admit duplication, but make sure you pick at least one."

When the President of the Commission put it bluntly, the time for candidacy and nomination began. Of course, the first person to raise his hand at a time like this is the self-proclaimed moodmaker Takimoto.

"Me, a hundred meters and a relay!

I guess I'm somewhat confident in my legs that I'll hang a hundred meters and a representative relay and choose first. When the bud grenade thought of that, Maiko looked back.

"Bud grenade, which one do you want?

"Mm-hmm. Looks like there's a student council job... For now, the support group is so hard, Pass."

"I don't have a support group either. Maybe we should go around the corner."

"Oh, I agree."

As a result of discussions with Maiko, the bud grenade decided to use it as a guide...

"I recommend it! Nanhara is also a hundred meters and a relay!

The statement of Waterfall Book the moment the bud grenade tried to raise his hand to the outline. The right hand of the bud grenade completely eliminates the place to go.

"Uh, um, I'm Tsunahiro"

"I agree with that."

The President of the Commission is just nodding at what he calls a name proposal. Seeing, all the students in the class were nodding.

"When Fengya was chasing me before, Nanahara was pretty fast."

It is true that bud grenades often dashed hard down the hallway until recently, and that was when people on shore spoke up several times but escaped by telling them the fact that the measuring time was nine seconds.

"No, so..."

"Well, Mr. Nanhara is a hundred meters and in a representative relay"

The applause boils in the class and the bud grenade event is decided on its own.

"That's a lot of stuff, lately"

As Maiko shrugged with a laugh, the bud grenade struck his head with a gorn at his desk.

Student Council Room after school. I sat in the usual seats where I settled in and did all the work I had accumulated during the suspension of activities for the final test in a frenzied manner to death.

By the way, one of the things that bud grenades learned from entering the student council is their livestock workload. Apparently the student council does all of the school's work, from accounting to scheduling events from the elementary to the higher-level, and the amount is awesome.

"Bud Grey is competing. What are you going to do?

Fengya asked me that in a swallowing manner as I slowly signed a long school name and began to become Neuroses.

"Uh, fried peppers and cabbage"

"... Huh? Sorry, buddy. Um... what are you talking about?

Bud grenades respond appropriately to the windy questions sitting next to them while adding slack to the paperwork. That wasn't in the bud grenade lunch box, by the way.

"Windy. I'm sorry I gave you time to talk. Add"

And he came from the chairman's seat to the chief desk with the sprouts, and set up a pile of dozens and documents. The excess weight caused wind of windy hair.

"Oh, no! Sorry, Khun Khun! Forgive me!"

"What? You want more?

The glance of the bird that the bud grenade sees chills is sharp, and the wind that shrinks under its gaze is exactly the frog stared at by the serpent.

"But you do care. What's the bud grenade going to do?

Xu asks the bud grenade as he runs his pen on the paperwork at a speed that goes unnoticed. In response to what Teng himself just cautioned asks, I should also say in one of my complaints that no one can complain because he maintains the best processing speed on the board.

"Uh...... Hundreds of meters and representative relays"

"Eh!... I should have relayed too. I can't believe I missed the Baton Pass of Love with Bud Grey!

"There's nothing to miss."

The bud grenade denies it, but in Fengya's head, the paranoia of the baton path moment with the bud grenade seems to be in the midst of being constructed and not in his ear.

"I'll be in the relay, too. I wanted to go horseback riding, but everyone in my class refused me..."

I have difficulty with advantages and say it with my face. If the martial arts switch goes on during horseback riding, it could be a murder case, so I'd say it's a wise decision for a group D student.

"Heh. Where's Gejong?

"It will be decided not to compete in anything"

"Huh."

Shotaro says naturally, but the fact that nothing will compete should be rulessly impossible for everyone to attend a participatory sports festival. But there's only one reason Shotaro comes to mind because that's what it is.

"Could it have hypnotized the whole class?

"You should use what you can use"

Shotaro wondered how much evil work he had done so far. On the same day, he sighs when he asks questions about doing his student council work.

"Where's Lawrence?

"Support group. Most plausible, isn't it?

Come Luo laughs bitterly. Surely it would be resistant to be in the men's discipline.

"Good -. If you're here, it'll be easier this year."

Windy finally returns from her delusion with the bud grenade says so in reaction to the word support group. Speaking of which, Fengya was also a support group last year, and he was the head of the group. Apparently, that takes over again this year.

"Easy?"

"When you're here, you don't have to be surrounded by girls, so practice works."

"Uh..."

If Fengya were to be the leader of the regiment, the women in the support group would be fans of Fengya every step of the way. If so, Mei Luo, a prettier boy than a woman, is the perfect person to avoid fans, Bud Grey convinced.

"Is Kamiyo-kun horseback riding again this year?

When the advantages asked, he nodded. It is true that last year, rumors have come that the infirmary was in trouble with a large number of female students who had taken away all their bees and laughed nicely and fainted at that smile.

"Kamiyo-kun is good at horseback riding?

"Looks like it suits my sexuality to be at the top, after all. And it's a lot of fun to see people laying flat on me."

Everyone indoors definitely thought of it as an emperor.

This seemed another turbulent sports festival was approaching a month later.