Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The same view of the Secret Service as six months ago.

But what's there is Shin Habara, who doesn't know a bud grenade.

"Uh... hey, Mr. Tsuhara?

"Why are you in doubt? You're rude, too."

Makoto laughed fun with Kerakera and invited the bud grenades indoors. The laughter belongs to him who knows the bud grenade, and the bud grenade howls his shoulder.

"Ha... I don't think you look so good. Well, I think I feel comfortable with this hair color myself."

Makoto picks a little of his own hair and says so. Shin's hair color is unfamiliar, but for bud grenades, his eyeglasses look just as unfamiliar.

But I didn't think it was weird.

"... I think I'd rather be that way"

Shin gazed for a moment as the bud grenade reluctantly said so. But I immediately blew it out and laughed.

"... why are you laughing"

"No, no, that's just great, right?

Shin's answer is not very clear to the bud grenade. That's why the bud grenade sighed for now because pursuing it is not the kind of person he would tell me.

"Even so, what do you mean Nanahara's coming here? Holy Night?"

"Yes. Hey, I have some business."

"So what about that Holy Night?

"The school director called me."

When the bud grenade answers that, Makoto makes sure to exhale "hmmm" and speak out. And Makoto took a few books out of a nearby bookshelf. It is a politically relevant book based on the title of the book.

"... you're working really hard"

"What does that mean?"

Listen to the bud grenade whine, Makoto laughs. I went back to my desk and turned the book to pieces, and now I started writing something down on the paper on my desk.

Probably been studying here long before the bud grenades came.

Makoto, facing the report form, looks very serious. I thought I shouldn't interrupt, and the bud grenade tried to leave the Secret Service.

"... where are you going?

Shin quietly asked the bud grenade who tried to leave without saying anything. I look at Makoto in surprise, but he still keeps his gaze on the book. The signs alone had detected the bud grenade's behavior.

"Uh... outside the room?

I didn't decide where I was going, so the bud grenade returns it that way. Makoto replied that he didn't care "Hmm" while still dropping his gaze on the desk. I concentrate on my studies, so I react naturally. The bud grenade laughed with a troubled face and put his hand on the door.

But Shin called for such bud grenades.

"Stay here.... you're not going anywhere."

Of course I haven't got my face up. Writing something in a ballpoint pen on paper. Even though he seemed busy, he still cared about the bud grenades.

"If I tell you I kicked you out, I'll be beaten on Holy Night"

"That's not true."

"Fine.... Stay."

So Makoto finally looked up. The telltale eye and slightly stronger tone did not tell the bud grenade whether or not.

The bud grenade sits across from Shin and looks to Shin at hand. Dozens of randomly lettered rooseleaves, a few printed out documents, and the book I was just taking out occupied Shin's desk.

Difficult content, even if the bud grenades look at it. It's not like math or English difficulty again. Content about specialty areas is quite difficult for high school students.

Bud grenades, too, must do it from spring onwards. Makoto was starting one step ahead.

The bud grenade stared jizzily at Shin as he silently wrote the text.

Even with dark hair, my hair looks stylish. Makoto's eyeglasses looked surprisingly good the first time he saw them. Do you usually make contact? That doesn't matter. The question comes to my mind. But seriously, I don't ask him.

Makoto turned the page of the book as he observed Makoto while completing himself.

"Look at me from earlier... what?

As an example, Shin senses the behavior of bud grenades even though he hasn't seen them. Asked by the person so, the bud grenade now but hastily distracted from Shin.

"Nothing... I haven't seen it"

"Hmmm.... ahhh"

Makoto replies that don't seem to matter, but the voice sounds just a little fun. Makoto laughs cously as the bud grenade returns his gaze. But I didn't tease the sprouts any more.

This was the first time I had a peaceful time with Makoto, and I didn't hate the space where Makoto was.

Bud grenades were feeling fresh feelings spread to their hearts.

A cafe near the Habara family. It is characterised by the fact that the seats are private, and the taste of coffee is certain. Of course, there are a lot of celebrities coming to this cafe because the price is tight for it.

So it's not uncommon for La Faust School students to come there.

When the waitress started serving customers to a boy student at La Faust School who came into the store, the boy student told him that "the other guy is coming first".

"And excuse me"

Guided by a waitress, the boys advance to the back of the cafe. Stopping in front of a private room three times ahead of the poke, the boy student spoke to his opponent in the private room with a potentially flipping voice.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Dear Michihara,"

To the point where the male students bow their heads, there is the excellent successor to the Habara family, Habara Ling. With a gentle smile, he invited the boy student into a private room.

"I'm sorry I called you in the position of doing you a favor. Come on. Sit down?

Ling Habara laughed at La Fausto's male students in a calm appearance, and the male students who received it sat in front of Ling in a panicked manner.

A male student enters a private room. But Ling doesn't give him the menu chart. Seriously faced Ling elbowed on his desk and put his hands together.

"So... what's the example?

"Ah, yes. I have it properly prepared."

The seriousness of Ling increases the tension among male students. Being a student of La Fausto, he is also generally regarded as a superior householder. But if you deal with the Shirahara family, so do the common people.

La Faust students take a letter-sized tea envelope out of their bags and hand it to Ling. Ling checked the contents as soon as he received the tea envelope. Nearly 50 pictures come out of it.

"Yes, for once, I put it in the picture if I was in contact with someone or acting other than studying.... but you don't even seem to be acting like you used to, do you?

The male student will provide a supplementary description of the photograph. Ling confirmed about 10 sheets and exhaled lightly, smiling at the boy student.

"It'll help. I'm sorry to make you imitate my brother like you're watching him."

"Yes, no! Once again, I admired Shin's kind brother, who cared a lot about him."

Boys are excited about him. Ling then laughed satisfactorily and now it was time to give him the menu chart.

Return the boy student first, and Ling Shihara confirms the photo he was given again. That look doesn't look like it was earlier, it seems very boring.

"You have to play with women like before... you don't have anything to report to your father. Makoto... pretend to be serious.... What are you doing?"

Ling whines without hiding his frustration and turns the picture. Makoto is studying, going to a cafe near La Fausto for coffee, talking to a school teacher, all those boring pictures.

"Shit... are you still stuck with Qin Zao?... the dog."

Finding pictures of him talking joyfully with Holy Night, Ling throws up words in disgust circles.

My father highly appreciates prudence in making it to the role of bridge of the Holy Night. Ling bit his nails, even though a man with just such a high temper could easily be hand-forwarded himself.

But Ling's hand stops after turning the next picture. The eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"... who? This woman.... Lilong's uniform"

Secretarial office at La Faust School. A female student of Li Long sits before Shin who studies. Makoto's face also looks like he's only laughing at his heart, and Ling doesn't move on from that picture.

Li Long's woman's face can only be seen on the side. Of course I don't recognize him. But I think I saw the atmosphere somewhere. A handful of students from Lilong School, etc., whom I have met. As much as I saw a student council officer attending a Christmas Eve party.

With that in mind, Ling's hand stopped.

One student council officer had a female student. But the student and the student in the picture seem different. At that time I was invited to Qinzo Holy Night, Tojo and the female students who danced with Makoto were beautiful enough girls to fall in love. The female student in this picture is very mediocre and doesn't look alike.

Yet somehow the girl seems to be the same person. Makoto's delightful appearance linked this mediocre female student to the beautiful female student then.

Assuming that's the case, there's no more interesting story for Ling.

On the way home from that party, Ling watched the female student drive home on Qinzo Holy Night. I can also wonder if you must have been particularly distracted because you are a female student, but it is more reasonable to assume that you are his woman.

"Qinzo Holy Night Woman.... Makoto, do you like this woman"

Ling's mouth angle rises suspiciously. The delightfully throaty Ling is very creepy.

If we can take this woman away, we can make her taste despair carefully, or we can use this woman to take advantage of the Holy Night.

Ling's plan was instantly assembled in his head.

"This woman... you can use it"

I haven't seen Shin's spicy face in nearly 10 years. Makoto began to laugh with a face he didn't eat, whether he was beaten or cursed by himself.

Long time ago, you might see that sad, distorted face.

Ling laughed joyfully and included raw, lukewarm tea in his mouth.