It was not until Friday, two days later, that we both received a call as student council officers.
"So there's been activity since after school today?
"Seems so... but today it's just about introducing myself."
Beautiful Lusaka, who is spreading a sumptuous lunch box in the next seat during lunch break, has heard that without seeing this one.
I answer her questions, too, with the system of keeping my body in the window frame.
In the classroom, about half the students in the class were eating lunches they brought with them instead of going to the dining room.
Yudo is in the mood of the day, with some convenience store lunch days and some learning food days.
Shizukuishi basically brings lunch, but she's open for lunch break, eating with her classmates in the courtyard between one and two buildings.
I, too, was interested in going to the courtyard for lunch break when I was a year old, but there were too many people at the dining place.
So I always eat maple made lunches in my seat.
And now that I've finished eating today's lunch, I'm looking through the paperwork the chairman had given me beforehand.
The paperwork contains a one-year student council schedule and a general job description for the position of clerk who was to be in charge of me.
"Documentation in the minutes, and a student council meeting progress assistant..."
Some jobs were somewhat different from the secretarial jobs I had imagined, but not particularly unusual.
As long as we learn how to do it, we'll be able to do it somehow.
Looking back at the way documents were produced in the past, I see whether you were interested or not, as Kirasaka peeks in from the side.
"... what the hell"
"No, I was wondering what kind of work you'd do"
She glances over the job description paperwork I left on my desk after I finished looking at it.
"This is nothing. It doesn't have to be you. It's okay, right?
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It would be best for her to wonder.
Sure, I may be busy if it's a student council job, but it doesn't have to be me.
Rather, she, Yudo and Shizukuishi would be better suited.
No, there must be more people who can do it better than me, even if it's not them.
Even if I was nominated chairman, I don't think I'm superior, and I'm sure the chairman doesn't think I'm superior.
"I wonder why I nominated you...?
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Kirasaka squeaks like that with her forehead hanging in her ear.
Looking sideways at her like that, I was remembering what the chairman said the other day.
"... am I the secretary of the student council?
"Oh, yeah"
The unexpected word from the chairman suddenly stopped me from leaving the student council room.
The chairman's face in retrospective view is just grinning.
"... what's the joke?
"I'm not kidding, really. You're nominating officers in my nomination frame."
The chairman opens the desk drawer where the vice chairman's plate is placed and hands him a piece of paper like he copied something.
When I receive the paper, I look at what it says.
The paperwork said, to a large extent, "Student Chairman Nomination Recommendation," and the name was written in a letter that wasn't mine.
"... can't you say no to this?
"It's possible if it's a normal recommendation, but I can't just say no to this recommendation"
The chairman makes the facts pale.
I desperately think about avoiding student union membership, but the proposal doesn't come to mind.
The chairman keeps saying things like that to me.
"By the way, the teacher in charge of the student council is Sudo, the student instructor... he's terribly scared."
"... are you serious"
Sudo Sensei is a teacher responsible for student instruction at Sakura no Hill School and is famous for being as harsh as ghosts from time to time.
Every morning, he stands at the school gate and sees late students being taken to the Student Guidance Office.
I remember my classmate last year making a scene in the classroom when Sudo saw me riding with her on a bike and said I had received a reflection and a long sermon.
"I gave the original to Dr. Sudo, and give it up."
I dropped my shoulder to the last word the chairman ever told me.
I sit on a chair that was close to me and look up at the ceiling unexpectedly.
"... why did you recommend me?
Originally I forgot to ask what I had to ask the first time, I asked the chairman who sat across the street moving the chair.
"Right... I have to explain that"
When the chairman said so, he began explaining to me… and to you, Furano, who was turning into air earlier.
"After I graduate and disappear from the student council, it's the two vice presidents and accountants who will lead this student council. But as I said earlier, the vice chairman is weak, and the accountant is not the kind of kid who speaks his opinion in a big way"
The eyes of the now absent vice chairman and the chairman staring at the accounting seat were like sisters looking at their brother or sister.
Maple sometimes turns his gaze on me like the current chairman.
I hope you don't get me wrong, but I'm the brother and Maple is the sister.
The chairman keeps talking when he turns his gaze towards me again.
"I'm sure the two of you will honestly respond to requests from students, if they come up with something strong... but that's when I found you"
Once the chairman stops talking there, he moves his gaze to see our faces.
You made sure we were keeping up with the conversation, and the chairman gave you the last reason to be the decision-maker.
"What I want is someone who has no desire or good grades... someone who has a solid individual and can make an objective decision"
"… have… and make an objective decision…"
In this school, student councils have great power when it comes to each event.
Therefore, objective judgment would certainly be an essential element of the student council.
schools, what is needed and unnecessary for students.
Whether it's a conversation from a friend, lover, or someone close to you in a club activity, you have to cut it off if you don't need it.
There is no need for kindness in judgment criteria.
Has the chairman decided that this is still difficult for the current vice chairmen...
"I think you can do it."
"... it's too much."
To my reply, the chairman, with a deep grin, returns to his seat without uttering a word.
I bowed my head to the chairman who wouldn't say anything afterwards and left the student council room behind.