Reiryuu Academy Student Council

It arrived at Lilong School in the early morning.

'We hope to visit Lilong School again today. Forgive me for the sudden contact. "

The FAX was received by no one else.

When he read the FAX, he tore it apart without any hesitation.

After that, he didn't do anything to make sure he felt like a bud grenade.

What do bud grenades think and do? I don't know that clearly, but I'm pretty sure it's just useless to ask.

That's the best way for a bud grenade to choose...

He exhaled furiously. Whatever you say, it all depends on the sprouts. If the bud grenades were to be followed by that man, then...

"Until I take it back."

That's how he shrugged and meditated his eyes.

Group F for lunch break was noisy.

Due to the constant arrival of officers (mainly Fengya) under the bud grenades, to some extent the people in group F stopped making noise. There are a few girls who just can't help but make a scene about how handsome the wind is, but they still can't be as restless as they are today.

That should be it, too.

A top man from La Faust School sits in front of a group F student council officer sitting in the back seat at the far end of the classroom.

"Wow, are you free?

The bud grenade returned a nickel and a grin as he ate his lunch.

"No. I pulled the school early today, and I'm holding off on some meetings from now on"

"You don't have to come that far. Nobody's in trouble at all."

Maiko and Takimoto sighed on a bud grenade that wouldn't break their usual playful attitude even on Qinzo Holy Night under heaven. Maiko is reluctantly standing next to Takimoto because he can't sit in his seat.

"I wonder if she's scared."

"Why do you know the son of the Ginzo treasurer?"

"Why is this guy next to me," Maiko muttered of her heartfelt dissatisfaction when she saw the waterfall book eating as she polled down the Madeleine she got from the bud grenade.

"Nanhara. I did a little research on you. Whatever your past performance, your recent performance has been eye-catching."

"Is that so?"

Bud grenade replies to the lack of interest. Holy Night was also fun for such a bud grenade reaction.

"I'd like you to come to my school based on that."

"I refuse. Because the distance to school is a level of uncertainty."

The sprouts said yes, bastard, and put chopsticks on the fried chicken.

"You want to make your own lunch?

"Yes."

Holy Night listens to it and watches the bud grenade lunch box not to mention intrigue.

The bud grenade decided to ask once and for all because the Holy Night would stare too jizzily at his lunch box.

"If it's ready to eat, why don't you eat it?

Of course, the Holy Night was a surprise. The bud grenade has also anticipated its reaction. Gentleman, there's no way he's mouthing a common man's handmade lunch box. I heard that you thought you would refuse.

"Are you sure? Bye."

"Huh."

Holy Night carried a bud grenade hand to himself. Throw the fried chicken grabbed with bud chopsticks into your own mouth and keep an eye out for the Holy Night.

"... what, this"

"Huh?"

"Huh! Oh, it's delicious. Wow, I'm surprised..."

Holy Night said that interruptedly and seemed really surprised.

But the surprise of the students in group F is bigger than Holy Night. From other perspectives, the perception is that the bud grenade fed his own lunch box on Holy Night.

"Mr. Qin Zao......"

Bud grenades smile bitterly at Holy Night, but Holy Night tilts his neck with a sophisticated smile.

The bud grenades only sighed.

"Kamiyoshi. Are you sure? Keizo, leave Holy Night alone in the wild."

Shotaro asks in the student club room. The matter of bud grenades and holy nights has already spread throughout the school.

"Bye, Shotaro. Will you take care of that boy?

Squeaks as he does his job. If you say so, Shotaro also has to shut up.

If you can take that child's reins in this, it's just "the".

I thought there might be some way to do this, but he doesn't do anything, he just does his job quietly. It's creepy in a way.

"So, Ari. Where's Wind?

"No. I've been thinking the same way I did yesterday."

Lailuo holds his forehead and sighs. Shotaro also sighed and put his glasses back on.

"Let me just think about it. I'm sure you won't get all the answers."

"Sho..."

"Right. Well, I'm going to have to ask you to pay the price for the savory."

That's what he said, and he left the room with a pile of papers.

"You got something."

"Hey."

"Right."

The three of them nodded at each other like that when they saw the chill.

Bud grenades are currently searching for Qin Zao Holy Night.

Lunch was over and the sprouts disappeared into the gap where they went to wash their hands. "I'll do a little school exploration. You may get lost, so come and find it early," Maiko received a mysterious message from Holy Night, and the bud grenade was now supposed to move around the school in this way.

That's how the bud grenade stopped.

It's not a good idea for the two of us to make contact with Qin Zao Holy Night. If you want to stay in this school, it's even worse. I don't see the problem of being circled by the words of Holy Night or anything like that in my eyes.

No, there's another problem for both of us. And I haven't noticed Holy Night yet. It's impossible to notice.

But unless you're going to be in so much contact from now on. I don't even know when the borough will come out.

No matter how much Heavy Ji says it's okay, it's best they don't notice it.

"But not so sweet..."

I can hear the piano squeaking from upstairs in the bud grenade. It's too quiet for the music department to be practicing.

I feel like they're telling me I'm here.

Bud grenades take a deep breath.

I can't pull back anymore.

The bud grenade ran his leg to the music room.

Holy Night pushes the piano keyboard one at a time. A monotonous sound sounds and disappears. It seems as if it represents the world that surrounds itself, and Holy Night repeats it over and over again.

That's how the Holy Night's waiting figure finally opened the door.

"It was too late. I'm tired of waiting."

"Lunch break, it's almost over."

"That's what I thought. I told you where to find me."

"If you can be so kind, it would be better if you stayed in the classroom"

The Holy Night laughed when I saw the bud grenade rebutting so much.

"Piano, do you like it?

"Especially. I think I'd rather be oblivious to music."

That's what Holy Night said and I saw the bud grenade as a chill. And I just let my eyes shine when I said I'd come up with something good.

"Nanhara-san, can you play a song?

The requested bud grenade returned a troublesome face.

I can't play the piano.

"I hear the last final test, the music test, was 100 points,"

The Holy Night, which I say so abhorrently, only gives me a gentleman's smile.

The bud grenades reluctantly head to the piano. Holy night I sat in a chair right there.

"What do you want me to play?

"Give me your favorite song. I don't know much about it."

The sprouts looked at the piano keyboard with a troubled face. I remember all the scores of the songs I played. There aren't many songs I can't play. But the first song that came to my mind was one.

The bud grenade meditated his eyes and exhaled.

Nature and budding grenade fingers move. That finger touches the keyboard lightly and gracefully.

The tone you hear is beautiful, and it rings in your ears and stains your brain.

I can tell by the Holy Night, which is so oblivious to the piano that it is not a bit of a piano taste. For Holy Night, I've only heard so many tones in the past.

And coincidentally, this song is exactly the same as that one.

After a few minutes, the bud grenade slowly stopped his finger.

Holy Night gives applause for playing bud grenades.

"That's wonderful"

"I'm oblivious to music, you know?

bud grenade asked, narrowing his eyes. Holy Night nodded with a bitter smile.

"Chopin Waltz No. 9: Farewell. Also called 'Waltz of Goodbye' as a song of sad love with Maria, Chopin's beloved woman, but a song that is inherently full of his sweet love for Maria. Coincidentally, I only know this song. I didn't think you could play it."

Said Holy Night satisfactorily.

There was just one thing caught on his chest. He himself is still not sure what that is. The answer is almost there, but you're going to mourn it.

"Mr. Qin Zao?

The bud grenade looked at the Holy Night in surprise. Holy Night looked back with a smile and asked the bud grenade just one thing.

"Why did you play this song?

The bud grenade was thinking slightly upwards. I didn't think deeply about it, but I thought about why.

"The first spectrum came to mind."

Bud Grey said with a little laugh.

"It was my favorite song to ever admire."

The Holy Night watched over the words.

- What's that song? -

- Goodbye waltz. It's a song I like to admire.

The Holy Night rose from the gutter and chair.

"... meh"

The holy night grunt also reached the ears of the bud grenades slightly.

"Nanhara. I'm leaving today."

Saying so, Holy Night rushes to the door. But I immediately stopped and looked back at the bud grenade.

I'll see you around.

Saying so, the eyes of the Holy Night were suspiciously glowing.

It was faster than I expected.

Bud grenades have no idea what convinced them. I just know that the piano was the problem earlier.

The bud grenade meditated his eyes.

"What shall I say to Kamiyo-kun..."

The bud grenade sighed with a troubled face.

Coming back to La Faust School, Holy Night was sitting on the couch in the Secret Service room and thinking of one person.

I'm sure my instincts will tell. But that's never going to happen. It must not be possible.

"What happens..."

I can't help but be convinced if you say it's a mistake. It's an uncertain idea. But I feel it's quick to cut it off with a mistake.

Makoto came under the Holy Night that allowed him to tour his thoughts so much.

"I've been thinking about something -?

Under the sharp gaze of Holy Night, Makoto asks so with his usual smile.

"Have you been looking into Nanhara bud grenades?

"Let me ask you something more about what's bothering Lord Qin Zao Holy Night under the sky."

Makoto was pleasantly on the back of the sofa sitting on Holy Night.

I just want to tell you to report it quickly, but I don't expect you to listen to what he has to say where I said that discreetly. That's a waste of time.

The Holy Night answered with a sigh.

"I thought about the fact that Tojo and that woman went to Li Long, and I wondered if she had anything to do with it."

"Heh. Why again?"

Makoto narrowed his eyes and urged the story to continue on Holy Night.

"I have met Tojo's daughter several times. I haven't talked much about it because I did it, but I did do it with that little girl's talent. That's all I had to admit."

"You don't think that kid's Tojo-san's daughter? Holy Night. You said the child was dead."

"Let's think about it. Even if I don't have a daughter... I have a relationship. The tone of the piano is too similar to what you said. And the name of Tojo's daughter."

"Bud grenade"

Makoto said so and offered the tea envelope he had hidden on Holy Night.

"Exactly. A gift for an excellent Holy Night conceived that far without any information"

Holy Night opened the tea envelope given to him, suspicious of prudence that made him smile unnaturally.

The Holy Night smiles with delight when I look at the information that was inside.

"Now it's settled."

A smile had rarely disappeared from Makoto's face, staring at the Holy Night as he laughed joyfully.