Dropping off Beautiful Luosaka on the way to the borrowing competition, Shizukuishi watched the ground and I was counting the time backwards with my progress table in one hand.
Although it is generally on the scheduled time schedule, there have been many individual events so far, so future collective competitions will be accompanied by preparations and incidents.
Anyway, I have a lot of free time, so I thought I'd get my gear ready, etc., and the chairman came back to the student council tent.
He was competing in a third-year footrace, so he's just letting a little sweat seep in.
Cherry Blossom Hill School designated gymnastics clothes are simply shirts with cherry blossom school stamps on the chest and bright lines on the sleeves, neck, etc.
From above, it takes the form of wearing a light blue jersey with personal thermoregulation.
Both Shizukuishi and I become shirts during the competition, weaving our jerseys so that our bodies don't get cold from sweat while we wait.
"What do you say, progression?"
"It's going well... no complaints if it goes smoothly in the next event"
The chairman smiles and receives the drink he left on his desk when he hands it to him.
I wipe my sweat with a towel, and when I moisten my throat, my gaze turns to the ground.
"The borrowing competition is next... you said pity and volcano would join you"
"I don't know about Furano, but if you're in Kirasaka, we just headed to the waiting area."
Reply to the Chairman's words without moving the gaze that was directed at the dossier.
You owe me... you don't look good. [M]
In the first place, it doesn't even look good in Kirasaka.
Why, it doesn't even look good on a level I doubt I got into this.
Opposite the waiting area, Koizumi and Miura had set up several boxes in the middle of the course.
Inside that is the face of the student council and the topics considered by the executive committee members.
Naturally, I have a few ideas in mind, but I'm not going to put in any challenges.
Eyeglasses, pet bottles, tapioca milk tea...
What a naughty and trendy election.
Maybe I don't feel like I've put in a title or something I'll never find, but, well, now.
I put in quite a bit, so the odds are low, so I'm fine.
Koizumi and the others are ready, and the students form a line near the starting line.
"How many events is True Good for the rest?
"It's the last of two tripods with Shizukuishi, otherwise there's basically no alternate factor or even a name in the first place"
"Well... that's boring"
Rarely, my gaze shifts to the chairman who threw up a childlike line.
At first glance, you mourn that I'm not on the event... it'll look like it.
But when you're about me, it's as easy as reading behind the chairman's words.
Yes, that's how you're always going to be reading the back and failing the other way around, but this time you freaked out.
That's already freaking me out about the morning news show.
The chairman must have seen my impudence and secretly wanted to enjoy it.
That must already be thinking of words like "good luck laughing" while pointing only at the motherly gaze.
Having fully understood, the chairman continues to squeal as I turn into a hostile gaze at the chairman.
"There was a chance we could compete together in a joint event."
"I'm sorry, no, I'm really sorry for everything"
Deeply, bow your head and convey your words of apology to the chairman.
Chairman and Shizukuishi have looked at each other wonderfully, but I am ashamed of myself as to why.
Change the direction of the topic before the two of you realize why I apologized.
Forced to shift their gaze in the direction of the students, it's just where the first set rushes.
In it, I think there was a mix of students with slightly red hair, but probably different people.
The red-haired boy is stunned when he pulls a piece of paper out of the box and opens a fourfold.
The other students look around and he is the only one standing up as each of them heads to get what they want.
I was wondering if it was such a difficult subject, did we come up with something to watch over? The boy ran out to the student council tent.
"Senior, who do you think has a tapioca milk tea!?
They're selling it to convenience stores.
Definitely, it was you, Furano.
It was Furano, who had nothing to do with it, and what he pulled was my plan as expected.
While I feel sorry for my juniors, the relief that the average student didn't have to pull it off overflows.
I point to an off-campus convenience store that is only slightly visible from the back of the backnet used by the baseball club.
And when I took the 500 yen out of my pocket, I gave it to Furano so he could play it with his finger.
"I'm a boulder senior! Bruise!"
With that said, you went all the way to the back gate and disappeared.
... Well, I wrote that, so this time it's a luxury.
Shizuku and the chairman, who were watching a series of streams, zero laughter in the tent where they regained their serenity.
"Has True Liang come a long way too?
"Is it externally?
"On the inside..."
No way, I was driven for a moment by anxiety that I had gained weight even though I hadn't had an intermittent meal, but the worry was quickly paid off.
But does it look like it has become internally rounded from the side?
Because that means I've had some changes, too.
"... nothing. I haven't changed my mind."
Hang deep back in the chair, only gaze forward.
He was just vaguely looking at the school garden without even looking at Shizukuishi or the chairman.
Now, if you ask me if the view I'm looking at looks different from the one I started two years ago, that's no.
Nothing has changed, I never interact with the students smiling happily in front of me.
It's alive and well to be in a spot drawn to the line.
"The first edition of the Cherry Blossom Festival, I want to be united in the Cultural Festival by confirming the connection between students through the Festival of Physical Education... Was that what the Dean said at the opening ceremony?"
Take a piece of paper from a desk placed under a student council tent.
This is an explanatory form for parents about this sports festival.
The names of the school director, the student council, and the faculty in charge of the sports festival were in line, with words that were pleasant to hear.
Strengthen student autonomy, connect students through exercise, friendship, and integration across the school.
They are all right and beautiful words for what you see in words.
"Even though we all write amicably, what we're doing is kicking others down and earning scores... even if all we can do is work with the athletic system and weigh the connections between students, it just seems to be deepening the groove between students in the end as things stand"
Maybe I just think so because it's my twisted, biased way of thinking, of perceiving.
It's possible that everyone is having fun and is satisfied.
However, the connections of students, which the school claims to be ideal, cannot be seen at this sports festival.
"... I just realized I shouldn't use words as a student council officer."
Yes, I was aware.
He ran for office as a student council officer and was elected.
I didn't put up a convention, and I'm not being asked for anything from around me.
However, it is true that there is a lot of need for me to protect the brand image around me as a student union.
I was only going to make a negative statement in front of people who knew me.
"Cha-jun..."
I return a bitter smile with regret to Shizuku, who has turned his sad eyes next door.
I'm sure she wants you to enjoy it.
Maybe we want to enjoy an event called a sports festival together and share it as a memory.
Everyone thinks it's a memory of school life.
"Does your position as a student council make you do that?
To a chairman whose relationship with me is not the same as Shizukuishi's, it has become a little difficult to convey.
So, I just seem to miss you a little bit, and I'm asking you something uneasy.
"No, you don't... now that I'm in the student council, I think it's a better sports festival than before"
Returning that word, the chairman loosens his expression as if he were only a little relieved.
And sitting in a nearby chair, only gaze to the ground, consciousness to turn to this one and listen.
……
For the time being, silent time continues.
The feeling of cheering farther and farther away wraps your body as you watch the students rush hard in front of you.
It's hard to verbalize and communicate your mood around.
And I don't even know if you can understand that word.
Still, I grumbled with the utmost words I could say myself right now.
"How does it feel to be really fun..."
I still couldn't understand the emotions I'd forgotten because I hadn't felt it for a long time, to the extent that there had been some changes in the environment and my own way of thinking.
I was aware that I had just said a word and that the bottom of the tent had turned into a completely dark atmosphere, so I decided to gossip, and immediately change their consciousness.
"Here."
At the tip of pointing fingers, Kirasaka was running completely out of force through the straight line of the ground.
Well, I wish I could clear the subject quickly, so I'm somewhat easier around at first, without exception.
Kirosaka pulls out the paper with her white, thin hands in the box.
Other students have different expressions next door.
In the meantime, only she walks over here to see if she comes up with anything as soon as she sees the paper.
Straight ahead, he stood in front of me as I headed up to the student council tent without getting lost.
That one is totally eye-catching from the top.
In a form that is overlooked, she is silently grabbed by her white hand as she waits to see what she emits.
"What does this mean, Mr. Kirasaka?
It was Shizuku who refused to let me get pulled.
Grabbing the collar of my clothes and pulling it from the other side, I ask Kirasaka.
"Topic...... well, you might as well be you, not me. Could Kanzaki-san come too?
"Yes?"
Compared to me and Shizukuishi, Shizukuisha also grabbed Shizukuishi's arm and pulled us both with both hands.
I was strangely angry that the chairman was waving under the tent and dropping him off, but now I'm curious about the subject.
"What was your subject?
"I'd be bored if I told you, wait till the goal"
Beautiful Lusaka, who shook his head at my words and refused, moves faster toward goal than any other student.
Shizukuishi also comes with the look of something, but the puzzled look remains unchanged.
All three of them, and the sight from the male students naturally hurts because the two are popular with men named Shizukuishi and Kirasaka.
But the other students looked at the combination of the three in a strange way.
The three of us, who arrived at the goal around half the ground, were freed here for the first time.
Kirasaka hands the paper she draws to the referee.
And when the referee's student opened the paper and checked the subject, Kirasaka turned her hands to Baban as if she were emphasizing us with a small motion.
"Er, the topic is… 'something disproportionate' …"
The students told him that it was very difficult to say.
Well...... that would be hard to say.
I would never say that this is the situation.
But I keep my big breasts up and my hands on my hips just saying how's Beautiful Lusaka?
... myself, I'm in trouble because I can't deny it.
Turning his gaze next to his fears, Shizuku was shivering his body full.
The expression was leaning down and I don't know, but I could guess that something was about to explode.
Shizuku and Kirasaka face each other as they immediately step away from the scene and watch the two of them in a safe place to escape.
"Who is disproportionate... you were right to take you by yourself"
"Alas, you didn't say no referee, so isn't this the right answer?
"I didn't even say it was the right answer, which means I can say this needs deliberation."
To the two whose facial expressions are gradually missing, the immovable referee gives a look of fear.
... I know, you're scared.
From the standpoint, I quietly threw words of support in my chest at students who could not move from the spot.
... Good luck!
Shizukuishi and Kirasaka continued their verbal exchanges without worrying that the other students had scored one goal after another and there were more people around them.
I gently disappear from behind and walk back to my student council tent.
but before that second step gets to the ground, he gets his neck back to the goal in the form of someone, possibly two, being grabbed at the same time and dragged by cheats.
"I just have to ask you to deliberate on this."
"Where I want it, let's leave it to you, Makoto."
... you haven't deliberated my intentions, this is...
Thus, until the end of the run for all students in the borrowing competition, on the ground, there was a difficult sight for female students to say what peace was.
The chairman said the two out-of-the-box men were excited to see whether the festive atmosphere of the sports festival made the students' thoughts flexible.