Reiryuu Academy Student Council

I also knew that the bud grenade had forgotten the muffler and left. At that time he had wind and eyes, but wind and ya chased the bud grenade with it without saying anything.

I'm sure I should have stopped Kazuya and taken it with me then, he thought. But he stayed in the student club room without stopping the wind.

To deliver the muffler to the bud grenade, Kazuya, who chased the bud grenade, returned with red eyes. I could more or less guess what had happened to the wind with that face.

"You suck," he mocks himself with an ugly emotion, with an honest feeling that he is a little hoarse.

"Kamiyo-kun, are you sure you don't want to go see Nanhara off tomorrow?

"Oh."

Answer the favorable question with a face that is nothing. I want to see the face of the bud grenade at the end - I did have that feeling. But I wasn't sure I could drop off the bud grenades myself the usual time.

"If it's a ceremony, when we take our place..."

"It wouldn't be natural if the chairman didn't leave, would it?

As much as the last look he showed, he wanted to be the Rin himself who told me he liked bud grenades, he thought.

"Bud grenades, too, you know."

Really, it was sadly good to hear.

The student council is over, and the student council returns alone.

All the way home, Lai Luo told me to "drop you off," but he laughed and flushed it all away.

"Tomorrow, or..."

Xu exhales white and squeaks so.

Now really, there will be no bud grenades from next door to me. Even if there was no connection, even after the relationship ended, the bud grenade stayed by the wagon all the time.

That's because the bud grenade trusted me... And because he liked me about the dust.

Let me go through my thoughts with the bud grenade, and the bud grenade said "I like it".

Even if that turns out to be a thing of the past, regret is...

"No, why not?"

That's what he said and laughed bitterly.

Regret is. I don't want to imagine a bud grenade liking anyone but himself. Jealous, obstinate faces and "likes" illuminated faces are all bud grenades. I don't want to give it to anyone.

But all the regrets and thoughts, because they just tie the bud grenade. In this way, he puts a lid on his broken thoughts.

Different thoughts remain untouchable by anyone...

You can hear the car treading on the brakes in the ears of the waving slowly down the boulevard. A black luxury car stopped right next to the walking trail.

The car apparently seemed to have stopped consciously. And the car looks familiar to me. The car often had bud grenades on it.

The car window opened and from there I expected - a disliked face appeared.

"Chairman of the Divine Generation. Are you alone? Unusual."

- Jinzo Holy Night. And when he saw his face, he narrowed his eyes. Return the same tone to the frigid language.

"What can I do for you? Master Qinzo under heaven."

"What are you talking about? Please get in.... Hey, open the door."

Holy Night connects with the driver's seat.

Without worrying about the understanding, the driver who received the signal of the Holy Night opened the door in the back seat with the Holy Night.

I have no right of veto. So he enters the car quietly.

Avoiding facing the Holy Night, he sat before his oblique. The car moves out, Holy Night exhales deeply.

"Don't worry. I'll tell him to get to your house."

The Holy Night tells you that you will not go down a path you do not know and throw it away. I joke about the words of Holy Night. Without saying anything, I just stared at the cunt sitting there like the Holy Night was boring.

"I knew I'd stay with the bud grenade... I thought it was you"

In response to the Word of Holy Night, Xu reacts. Moving his gaze, he stunningly intertwined the Holy Night with his gaze.

"We were together. … to the end"

He distracted himself from the Holy Night. It is a fact that Xu was with the bud grenade. That seems to be something Holy Night already knows, and he doesn't even ask why Holy Night knows it.

Holy Night likes sprouts. I like it, so I guess I know what the bud grenade trend is. Perhaps you can also find out that you and buddy grenades have started dating via your own tsute, or Shin Tsuhara.

"You can tell me to sit by the one who's going to be gone tomorrow, and you're not coming, right?

This is supposed to be my last day with bud grenades. I thought he'd be with the bud grenade, but he's walking alone down the boulevard. The Holy Night happened to see it and wondered.

"It's none of your business..."

"... the one who can afford it? I'm really angry."

The Holy Night told him with a cheek wand and expressing his frustration all over his face.

"Come on, man, if you just hook up. Yeah."

Holy Night says with an unfaithful face. I'm sure he would have made a winning remark there if he was a regular "I'm not going to be flabbergasted, and bud grenades don't work for you where I'm flabbergasted," etc.

But he returns nothing to the Word of Holy Night. There was no word I could give back. Even by agreement, the conclusion was close to the words of Holy Night.

"You... no way"

And the reaction of the twilight leads the Holy Night to one conjecture. But the Holy Night was upset that that couldn't have happened.

Think normally, it's both thoughts, but you can't break up. If Holy Night caught a bud grenade, I wouldn't let go of the bud grenade just because I was going to America. That's why Holy Night couldn't believe the idea.

"Lie to me... Bud grenade likes and tells me, I don't know..."

Even if I say so much, I won't say anything. It meant that the Dark One affirmed all the statements of the Holy Night.

The bud grenade and the bamboo broke up. Though it was a joy for Holy Night, Holy Night was staring at it with feelings of uncut and anger.

We broke up, but the two of us still think of each other, and I think Holy Night makes me angry about it.

That day, the sobbing face of the bud grenade that I showed on Holy Night passes through the back of Holy Night's brain. I wondered if the bud grenade still looked like that on its own again, I was angry, and Holy Night grabbed the chest barn of the jade.

"... you're doing so well. You're imitating it."

Said the Holy Night in a roaring manner.

The opponent stares back at the Holy Night. Even if the Holy Night doesn't tell you, you have a sense that you're doing something stupid. I don't just want my thoughts on the verge of distortion to become a heavy shackle of bud grenades.

"You, be proud of yourself. Even if I go to America, the bud grenades will think of you."

"That's not..."

"Then what? I let you go for no reason. If you do, you're just an asshole. Do you really know where the sprouts are headed?

Holy Night calmly pokes reality. That's a solid fact, not an aversion to the wax.

"Give up a hundred steps and I'll admit you're good. There are others like you in the world. On the contrary, that's the only place he's going."

The place where the bud grenades go is not comparable to Li Long - the elite's nest. There are plenty of people in such a place who look like birds, and there is no certainty that such people will not come to the bud grenades. Rather, they have a better chance of being told.

"There's no certainty anywhere that a bird released from a cage will come back to normal."

The thoughts that hit me are all the regrets of the Holy Night. If I forced the bud grenade into a cage called La Fausto, I might have gotten the bud grenade.

"I caught you once, and you'll never let me go again."

He has the right not to be forgiven if the Holy Night wishes. Renouncing it is only a run away.

"- Bud grenades, don't make me cry any more. Son of a bitch."

That is how Holy Night threw up and took his hand off the chest of the temple.

The words of the Holy Night pierce the heart of the temple in pain. Though it is the night of the holy night that is taught, there is no word to say back. Everything that the Holy Night has thrown at you is true.

The car, which only remains silent, leads through the night lane and reaches the front of the apartment of the Xu.

"If you do anything like this, you don't have to complain to anyone."

The last time Holy Night throws up is from Holy Night to the Proclamation of War.

But it's all up to you. I don't have much time left.

Tomorrow in Sayonara, we'll be here soon.