VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

Then a little time went by, after school school.

The early classes were already set in motion for the cultural festival, when the number of near-made signs, props, etc. began to increase on campus.

"- I figured I'd like something I could make by the day before. Guys, there's something in the class."

"But it's a clear stage for the cooking club, isn't it? I need to stand out at times like this. I think I'd rather have something to cook on the spot."

"I know how you feel...... well can't you be busy the day or your body can't turn free members to the main. However, even if Director Inayama is good, it can be hard if everyone's motivation isn't engaged, right?

"Don't let it get to you! I'll try to convince you properly!

I was summoned to the cooking room by the head of the culinary department, Senior Ieyama.

The contents relate to the planning of the Culinary Department of the Cultural Festival.

If that's all you have to say, why don't you think about it for real...

Senior Ieyama is motivated with his eyebrows in reverse eight letters.

Even with all this personality po finally loose, there is hope, so I'm sure we can work it out.

If it's cooked on the spot, I wonder if it's iron plates that smell good or warm...

When I finished preparing the proposal, Senior Ieyama and I headed to the Student Council Room on that foot.

The main purpose now is to allow the classroom to be used, as the menu will be discussed by everyone and decided later.

As far as the usage by class that Unyu had already sorted out, the cooking room seemed fortunately still empty.

From the perspective of the whole, it is a fairly slow start, but this is what the department activity system looks like in our school, which has priority activities on the class side.

Open the door in the student council room and greet them appropriately.

"Chi... that?

"Oh..."

Upon entering the room, only two of them were there: Unyu and Ogata, who performed paperwork while roaring.

Ogata turns a bunch of paperwork and gives instructions, and Unblessed writes something down.

What are the other Student Council members...?

Ogata, who noticed this one, raised his face, put the paperwork down and stood out of his chair.

"To you... Senior Minori. Does that mean it's a cooking department proposal?

"Ping Pawn. And Yukaori, why are you two working together? What about Mr. Tanuma and Mr. Suzuki?

"Both the chairman and vice chairman had a cold... and have been absent from school since yesterday"

"It is! That weak combination! Thanks to you, the mess is all over us. No, no, no!

"Oh well... Don Mai"

"It won't be the amount of work we can do together! - Oh, hello, Senior Minorin."

"Hello, Unyu. That's tough..."

Unblessed depression seemed quite accumulating.

Inside such a student council room is cleaned up, and the tools placed are somewhat colorful.

They say it varies from generation to generation, but now the student council only has girls...... personality seeps into equipment etc.

I don't know if it has anything to do with it, but the whole school air is somewhat healthy for girls and quiet for boys.

Senior Ieyama hands the proposal to Ogata.

"Yes, this proposal"

"Thank you...... in the cooking room on the same day, is that it? No problem. Speaking of which, I have received applications from other department activities and classes for the use of cookware..."

"The point is, lend me your cooking department gear, right?

"That sort of thing. Electric mixers, iron plates of baked goods, hot plates…"

"Okay. Check the number and condition of your equipment and bring it to the list."

"Thank you, sir."

When I think about going back and checking quickly and leaving the room, for some reason, I get a good look at me.

If you suddenly think it's quiet...

I whisper my eyebrows and look at each other, and then I say something back.

"What the fuck?

"... documents..."

"Help me with the paperwork. Yikes!

"Ha!? You - Come on, don't grab your pants!

"I don't like it anymore! We're going straight to the sunset course today! I'm getting hungry!? I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat. No, no! I want to go home soon. No, no, no!

"A little unblessed!? Exactly. That's outrageous! Stop it because you're embarrassed!

"Shut up, Yukarin! Whatever it is, but I don't know if it's gonna end just the two of us like this! Please, help! Hale Pup!"

Due to repeated paperwork, the unblemished exploded.

According to Ogata, who sighs, he seems to have been canned in the student club room since yesterday.

I was on part-time duty yesterday, so I didn't know it was late for my unblessed return.

I'm not the kind of guy who throws out work on the way out, but he doesn't have enough gas.

Why don't you help him? I scratched my cheeks and nodded, backed by Senior Ieyama that

I don't even have a part-time job today, so I'll be fine in time.

You're an outsider, okay? Ogata answers my question that there is nothing else to hide, rather thankful.

"Bye, honey. I'm not going home."

"Ugh, good job. You're dropping by Inoue Mountain Bakery today on your way home."

"Oh, I'm glad. If you text me when I leave, I'll prepare the baking..."

"Then two pounds of bread, please"

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you later."

Inoue Mountain Bakery bread, run by senior parents, has no habit of yeasty aromas and is slightly sweet and delicious in bread.

Seniors who have help at home go home first.

When I went back to the cooking room to check the supplies first, I did what I had to do and closed the lock.

Return the key to the staff room, make the return trip, and then return to the student council room.

"Ah, you. Sorry, but it's nice to meet you. Looks like the limit is over."

"Wow, wow! Oh, my God!

"Yes, sir. So do you want to do it"

In the room where the sunset plunged in, we started working.

I'm just going to write it down on the table to list the contents of the plan that's come up, but this is a lot of work.

In particular, proposals written in these illegible letters take time to decipher.

Even though some schools distribute devices to every student, electronically... it's old, my physique.

"I like the feeling of turning this paper around!

"Hey, Esper, don't. You haven't said anything yet."

"Mm-hmm? I can't read the script, you'd have looked like you were going to electronically?

"It fits roughly. I also like paper books that aren't electronic... but if it's about my hobby. But I'm not happy that textbooks and other actual supplies are paper. It's heavy when you carry it."

"... conversations between the two of us sometimes make it difficult to follow. The start is abrupt... it's strange to be able to talk like that."

That's the normal feeling, so I don't think anything's wrong.

Speaking for now, he doesn't stop and writes more and more letters on the table.

When that's done, pick up and write down what the place you want to use is wearing.

When it's over, it now turns to the aid of unblessed work.

When I finally made the prototype of the cultural festival signs, Ogata was very pleased with me.

Since Ogata is an accountant, she handles the budget relationship.

"I knew you were handy. You must be next..."

"I refuse"

"Can't you even let me say it to the end!? Right, well, fine. We still have time for the election... and for now, let's get the job done in front of us"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm leaving... I'm leaving... I'm leaving before sundown... I'm definitely leaving..."

……

I'm afraid I won't be able to help you move forward with the paperwork whining.

Either way, the work would be finished before the sun went down, as we had hoped.

I broke up with Mr. Ogata in a good mood to thank him, and he and I took a trip to the batting center.

According to an email from Senior Inayama, the baking of bread will take a little longer.

It is for that reason that I feel that I have come to this place in the aisle in response to an unblessed request to move my body.

Unblessed entered the 130Km fastball lane and I entered the next curve (90Km) lane.

Only one other guest is on Softball Lane, sounding a heavy blow and bouncing the ball back forward.

"Huh! Speaking of which, wasn't today the TB update date!? - Ngu!

Unblessed asks in a voice unbeatable by the hustle and bustle around him as he flatly hits back the fastball.

Don't let the ball fall apart quite a bit on this machine......

"Yeah, but you haven't checked the contents yet. Hidehira said it was a combat system, but..."

"Login when you have dinner! I'm starving for battle! - Holy shit!"

Well, it hits, but the hitting doesn't fly up.

Home run for once, I'm after you...... I should have made it a slow ball without having to.

That and the unblessed blow foam next door is huge and the uniform skirt can't roll or harrass.

"Due to previous trends, it is likely that we need to travel before the battle. I'm in favor of just getting on the ground. - Oh, I swung it."

"Uhm, that's good! - Ha!"

A pleasant sound echoed from the unblessed hand, and a hitting ball struck directly at the plate marked Home Run.

Congratulations on the electrical decorations glowing and the sound of the effects! The audio plays.

Ooh......