Student Chairman Election Day.
By brilliant, and sunny enough to dislike, the presidential election was held here today.
About four hundred and fifty of the students enrolled in the school, dozens of faculty, are gathered so that they are packed into the gym.
The building was dim, but only on the stage of the speech was the dazzling spotlight.
That stage is where the two of us fight for the presidency.
A seat for two was available at the rear of the altar, where Koizumi and Shiraishi sat down.
Neither nervousness nor anxiety were expressed in the expression, and he captured and felt that the curtain of the war had already been cut and lowered in the two of them on a far-flung roll.
Thank you from the school director - that's where the facilitator will go as planned.
A male student of Koizumi's backup speaker first comes up on the stage and talks about how he deserves a student chairman.
There was no surprise, it was a very orthodox piece of speech.
And the next up is the female student of White Stone's backup speaker.
Her manuscript is light but let me look through it.
I generally remember the contents, but most of them are the same as that.
But he said he was modest, but certainly worthy of recommendation, with less excessive praise everywhere.
And so far so good.
The majority of students are also listening to the flush and the production has not yet begun.
The next time the facilitator calls Koizumi's name, the venue's air changes.
In a situation where the interest was directed all at him, he stood before Mike.
Students appeared brave, riddled, and full of themselves to the two who went up on the stage.
Regardless of the gaze directed at them by hundreds of students, the two figures speak eloquently are just the grandeur of the students.
Sitting on one low gym floor from the altar, looking away from where the darkness and lighting are gathered by both of them.
There is no such thing as a weak figure of Koizumi as usual, or a conversation as White Stone is calculating.
There, he was squeezing and spinning his words hard to convey his thoughts to the students as they were.
The boy declared that he would continue his efforts to achieve a conducive environment for the students.
Activate the event, expand the community with the community to connect with the school as well as the community.
In small rural towns, community intensity is also a very important challenge.
The majority of all school students could easily imagine Koizumi focusing on the activity.
That is the gift of his efforts.
That's all he's loaded.
Students know that they pursued the backs of seniors who excelled in their overwhelming talents, aspirations and personalities and continued to support them beside them.
The heavy pressures and expectations entrusted to the next generation, the attempt to take it from the front, were piercing the students' minds.
And he tells the closing words.
"I... I also want to be the student chairman I admire from my junior year"
I want to be a student who seems like that from the next generation of students, just like I was.
From a sophomore named Koizumi, it sounded to me like a word for a sophomore named Shu.
I'll take care of the rest, as you speak behind the words.
And the other girl threw words at the students that weren't what I expected.
Seeking is individuality, charm that no one else has.
For a moment, I remember the first summer vacation I met with this freshman.
For her ideals, her appearance that makes others good at falsifying herself.
But a few seconds later I found out it wasn't the same.
There was seriousness in her words that were not words that were simulated and rolled out, but that were exposed and spoken out of their hearts.
Changes in mood or growth...
However, it does not change that it is a positive element in this student council election.
She doesn't resonate with the students where she said beautiful words on the surface, with no accumulated experience or track record.
Then maybe it's better to keep your heart in words, in her case.
The student union White Stone seeks, the school statue is to grow personality correctly.
There are many students in this school who, for better or worse, have blessed their talents as individuals, and many have unfortunately not been able to demonstrate their personalities and abilities from their too strong brilliance.
I want those students to be in a school where they can shine right.
In addition to that, I want to create a student council that has evolved more than previous student councils with students with superior abilities working hand in hand and involved in school management.
Initially, the White Stone Red Leaf did not abandon her thoughts on the ideal student union, but it was her changing mood that turned her into the idea of unearthing hidden talents without adhering solely to the ideal.
And finally, I added:
"Absolutely make the school better...... I wouldn't say, maybe fail too. Still, being a freshman, you can see failure as an experience and grow up."
Vote your vote on that possibility...... when you close that way, the girl bows her head and gets off the stage.
The lights went out and gradually the lights throughout the gym lit up.
The two speeches and the spare applause for their previous activities echo throughout the hall.
As soon as I thought I was going to do something close to this situation ahead, the unpleasant sweat and anxiety fills my brain for a moment, but shakes my head as if to shake it off.
"... good luck"
Something I could do with a word, or so I murmured with such thoughts in my chest, confused and applauded in my students.
Return to the classroom in turn from the third grade at the end of the year and move on to the polls for each subsequent school year.
After confirming that all students were leaving, two candidates and a faculty member, as well as a student council officer, remained.
Even so, there's only a few things to clean up, and the two of us who received an explanation from the faculty about the winner's announcement and six of you, the chairman, me, Miura and Furano, gather without calling.
"Both of them, good luck with the campaign first and brilliant including the last speech"
When the chairman conveys the words of labor to them, Miura and Furano snort and show them too.
"I'm nervous..."
"Right..."
The two pulled out of their shoulders for the first time when they heard the words.
Zeroing the breath we were hoarding, we cross our sights with each other and smile.
Miura and Furano go to Koizumi, and I speak to Shiraishi.
"That was surprising...... I was expecting the template school reformist to mix things up"
"I was thinking too...... at least until last Friday"
White stone with a different sigh stares at this side with half an eye.
... Oh, is it my fault?
Speaking of which, I assured you I couldn't do it in beautiful language.
It was a word I thought she would change the content in a good direction for reference, but she was quite impressed with Shiraishi.
But the only thing left for them is to wait for the results.
Said Shiraishi with a reassuring look on his face somewhere.
"Senior, how was my speech?
"... it was a lot of rap that didn't seem like the words of the guy who was hiding his own personality"
"Thank you very much for your honest thoughts"
To the appearance of a nickel and a smile and a pale retrospective, it represented that the conversation so far had been calculated.
Turn your back with a bitter smile on that figure.
From the cleaned up gym, faculty also leave one after the other to the exit.
Just as he starts walking to continue the white stone into the stream, he just throws the word.
"... Speaking of which, there's a frog at your feet"
"Ugh!?
... what the hell is that screaming way.
To a situation like this, I gave him a cold smile so that he still made fun of his blunt response before leaving the gym behind.
There was a mixed call of anger from behind, but it would be my fault.
Each school year ended the vote, followed by regular classes.
However, the restless atmosphere of the students extends throughout the school.
Truth is, it's a human wonder you seem to enjoy yourself if you don't get involved.
People's misfortune says it tastes like honey, but that's exactly what it would be.
One joys and one mourns.
While honoring it, and comforting, the quality is poor because inside I enjoy the situation.
At the very least, I will welcome you after school, hoping that the situation will be few when this result comes out.
The time is after 3 pm.
As usual, it's time for the results to be announced on the in-school broadcast.
Sit in the classroom seat and wait while observing what's going on in the classroom.
Kirasaka had read the book as usual, and Shizukuza had turned her gaze to this one several times looking restless somewhere.
Yudo blossoms into conversation with his classmates in his usual nature.
As all students wait for the moment to tell the results, the sound of announcing the announcement echoes on campus.
"As a result of the Student Chairman's election, please wait a while longer as the invoice is taking longer to open"
"... did you even make a miscalculation?
"Or are you re-tallying again because the votes are close..."
Kirasaka answers my whine.
Indeed, that possibility cannot be denied.
However, to wait in the classroom for this situation I am a little stuck breathing.
Grab your luggage and move to a less popular place where you can hear the on-campus broadcast.
Yes, it's on the roof.
Here we are, rooftop.
After all, I don't have one person, does this school not have the idea of using a rooftop for students?
and live alone, then go into the shadow of the building and lower your hips.
A little steamy but better than in the classroom.
For a while, I hear the door on the roof open as I spend time alone.
Daita, when I turned my gaze on whether it was Kirosaka or Shizukuishi, there was an unexpected appearance of white stone red leaves.
"If Senior Shu is Senior Shin Liang, I thought you'd be waiting for the results here."
"Oh, yeah..."
Shiraishi, who explained my question in the first place, takes a minute alone and sits next to me.
Whether she was uncomfortable in class or wanted to hear the results in a quiet place, I don't know what she meant, but I guess there's something I think.
There's no conversation, only the wind, the bug squeal, and the hustle and bustle of the students in school wrap the rooftops.
One minute, one second feels long because I'm also honestly concerned about the outcome of the two of us.
And the sound of announcing the announcement again flows from the speaker.
This is really the last, the results announcement.
'Sorry to keep you waiting, I will announce the results of your election as chairman......'
I can hear you taking crap and aggregate paper over the speakers.
Its casual sounds and moments cause anxiety and frustration.
But it was also blocked by the feeling of picking a uniform shirt.
Turning his eyes, Shiraishi picked only a few of my uniforms with his right hand and closed his eyes tightly.
I am reminded that it is trivial from the frustration I was feeling and other things from her, as if to pray to God as well.
"I will announce... Shoichi Koizumi for two years has been selected as the next student chairman"
Announcements repeated.
And the cheers of the students who were rooting for Koizumi echo to the roof.
The results were given.
But turning a blind eye to her sitting next to her was beyond words.
…………
herself, she was leaning down and piercing the silence.
But that too, the face that went up in a few things was mixed with bitter laughter.
"Really... did I lose"
……
"Fine, I did my best."
I can't tell Shiraishi, whose voice slowly turns down, the words of encouragement that I've worked hard.
Words without empathy have no meaning.
I don't know how hard she's worked.
Even though I know what's on the surface, I don't know how hard I've been behind it.
I just said words of encouragement even though I'm not sympathetic myself, and they just make me uncomfortable with them.
So I told him in my own words.
"One vote difference and ten votes difference are the same result, not all hard work pays off..."
……
"But... I think you can put your chest up... I'll talk to you on the stage. Your standing behavior was honestly cool"
It was really cool.
Being a freshman, her figure, speaking with dignity and without timidity, should definitely be burning in the students' brains.
And no one makes fun of that look.
So white stone should be grand.
That's what I wanted to tell you, but it's hard to talk to words.
"... you're clumsy at times like this when you talk perky when you don't care about seniors"
"Shut up......"
As she teases, Shiraishi says, one tear gradually falls from her eyes.
She shivers her body by pushing her voice all the way down to kill her without wiping the tears that fall one after the other, as if the dam she was stopping had decimated.
When I shifted my gaze to the side to see what was going on, my long dark hair and a literary book appeared chilly in my sight around the entrance to the remote roof.
They must have come to the roof, too.
But I never showed up until Shiraishi stopped crying with care.
After a while, when the white stone rose bright red in his eyes, he had a sunny look on his face.
"It's senior's turn next, don't lose, right?
"Well... I'll try my best"
One word, she nods and returns her heels when she returns the words to White Stone.
Then bow your head to the two female students who were at the rooftop entrance and rear the roof.
I'm sure I'll go back to class and play the usual smiling white stone red leaves, and then I'll be alone and I'll zero tears again.
That much, she had strong feelings for the student council.
But even if I'm not the chairman, I have to support Koizumi this time as vice chairman.
Don't end up in tears.
Confirming the appearance of Shizukuru and Kirasaka, who had walked over to change, he stood up and stretched his body to breathe.
"For once you're a senior...... will you do your best"
As I say to myself, I proclaim it with such a loud voice that no one can hear it before taking a trip towards the two of us.
He raised his hand and said hello to both of them, and then he was on his way home.
Thus, the election of the student chairman of Sakura no Hill School was concluded.