Reiryuu Academy Student Council

"Horseback riding......"

The bud grenade mouths and admires the name of the next class. That's the best rich school in Japan. There are even horseback riding courses on campus property. Give me this far and the title is real.

Horse-riding classes are classified as physical education in general schools, so men and women are different. I mean, neither Holy Night nor Makoto are near.

The bud grenades lined up at the rear in front of the pontoon hut with one person.

Bo, I've been waiting for my horse to be given, and a message has been around for a long time.

"They don't have enough horses. Looks like one of them's in that stable over there."

Go get it. The bud grenade headed to the stable where he was taught to respond appropriately.

Entering the horse hut a little further away, only one horse really existed there connected by rope.

There were no breeders or anyone inside, and as I approached the horse thinking about what to do, the horse noticed the presence of bud grenades. And -.

"Ugh!

The moment he saw the bud grenade, the horse fell into an unusual state of excitement and tried to hit the bud grenade.

One hair at a time, a bud grenade that avoided a horse's foot kick, but he would have suffered a lot of injuries if he hit it directly. The bud grenade blinks a few degrees as he looks at the horse in an excited state with a smudge.

Then the breeder came back to the stable. The breeder was stunned when he saw the bud grenade.

"How can a student be in a better place like this!? Are you hurt!? When I look at a stranger, I get excited. It's a rampant horse... I asked my students to stay away from me..."

"Huh?"

Bud Grey looked strange that the message he received was different from the story he had talked about. But soon convinced and sighed.

"Mr. Qin Zao..."

The bud grenade was frightened that he wanted to harass even in classes where he was not.

Horse-riding classes are over, and bud grenades head to music classes. The bud grenades found themselves behind the Holy Night along the way, chasing it.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

Holy Night grinned with satisfaction as the bud grenades lined up next door.

"What, you just missed me just a little bit away?

"Amazing. Mr. Qinzo, you can sleep on foot."

The bud grenade glanced half-eyed at the Holy Night when he told me to go to sleep and tell him to sleep.

"More than that, that horse is just as dangerous. I thought I'd be kicked in the head."

"What are you talking about?

"To?"

Holy Night makes such a face that he really knows nothing. But as prudent as it is when it comes to people who are likely to set that up on bud grenades other than Holy Night, it is when he is ordained on Holy Night that he moves. Either way, there is no question that Holy Night is involved. The bud grenade was convinced that this was also a Holy Night act.

That's how the music class started.

Today was a class about watching the violin play. "Does anyone play it," the teacher asks, "Holy Night nominates the bud grenade as usual.

I don't have a violin.

"The spare must have been in the other room."

That's what the teacher told me, he smiled all the time saying how was Holy Night, and the bud grenade reluctantly went to get the violin.

When I went to get the violin, there was only one violin there. It's called an earlier horse, and one thing is quite unnatural.

The bud grenade took the violin in his hand, a little odd.

The sprouts immediately stopped that hand in an attempt to touch the string, either to play it for a moment.

There was a thin needle stuck to one of the strings.

It's not hard to understand. But if I had touched him without realizing it, I would have stabbed him in the finger thoughtfully.

"Ahbnah"

That's what the bud grenade says and takes the needle and tries to make a noise. Then, I expected it, but there was no tuning. I reach for the screw to fix it, but the string squeezing screw is fixed with adhesive.

"This is my hand again..."

The bud grenade blinked repeatedly in a fright.

The bud grenade that brought the violin did not complain to anyone, but finished playing the teacher's designated song without any problems.

I heard all the tuning deviations and turned them into different sounds.

The bud grenade went to the Holy Night and said with half an eye.

"I'm really free to prepare such a violin next to a horse."

"What?

Holy Night frowned.

"I don't have tuning, I can't match it, and I almost got what Qin Zao thought -"

That's what the bud grenade said and went to get the violin back.

The remaining Holy Night recalled the words of bud grenades from earlier, and soon rose.

And I go to Makoto, who flirts with women in the back seat.

"Holy Night, what happened? Mix?"

Makoto jokes like that. But the gaze of the Holy Night was sharp, and the female student who was by her side read the air and moved her seat.

Makoto laughed when he saw such a holy night without moving.

"I'm in a diagonal mood, but what?

"You, what have you done?

The voice of Holy Night is terribly cold.

"What?

"Bloody hell. I forgive you this time, but if you do this again on your own, I won't forgive you."

That's what Holy Night said and I went back to my seat.

Makoto stabbed his cheek as he looked behind the Holy Night.

"It's the Holy Night that's weird."

Makoto muttered so with a laugh.

"Dear Shin! Forgive me!"

In the library, Shin was pushing Haruhi's head against the wall.

"What? It's a real knob. You're gonna do it, right? Why can't we do it better?

Shin said with a smile and put his strength into his hand grabbing Haruhi's head.

"Dear Shin. But Shin...!

"Heh. My fault? I don't know what to say."

Makoto laughed joyfully and took his hands off Haruhi's head.

"That's enough. Not for you. Bye."

Makoto leaves the abandoned library that way.

"It's a real pinch..."

Makoto kept his back in the closed door and squealed.

"Nanhara, bud ho... I won't forgive you"

Haruhi, left in the library room, held his fist.