I don't know... but Koizumi, Miura and Furano, who welcomed me and the chairman back to the student council tent, had lunch with you.
The content of the conversation was also mainly about checking the schedule from the afternoon, and who was active in the morning section.
I remember me and Shizukuishi's tripod being the first to raise the subject, which made me feel a little awkward.
Koizumi was out on a tripod with Miura.
In addition to not listening, I didn't realize that we were doing the best we could about ourselves.
Sometimes their walking order was going in third, and second order from behind, and they never got into sight.
Well, it feels like you fell down before our combination, you know.
And when I said it in Doya's face, Koizumi just smiled and Miura gave me a killer caged gaze.
Thank you.
Again, I will try not to say a word in front of Mr. Miura that is on track.
Furano was in the personal event at this sports festival, so the department doesn't appear in the afternoon.
My sad eyes, which I said would encourage the student council to do its work, seeped out what a difficult loneliness to say.
The event of this hand, the event, changes the competition in a friendly relationship with the surrounding people.
I don't have any events except two tripods, so it's no exception.
Shizukuishi and Kirasaka rendezvoused in a combination with few student council friends who were in the process of talking about their afternoon work.
I'm sorry I left you alone.
"If you were eating alone, you should have come with me on campus."
When I saw my lunch box, which was spread out on the desk under the tent, the two of them told me at the top of the opening.
As for Shizukuishi, I can't help but hang out with my classmates, and I don't have the option to follow Beautiful Lusaka in me at a time when I don't know where she's going.
It seems to be eating appropriately in the library or something because it's about her, but that it's past.
It was the chairman who sat next to me, not me, who listened to the two of them and reacted.
"If it's true, it's fine because you were with me."
Invincible, I said it to both of us so that the exact words provoked with a worthy look on their face.
To the Chairman's words, the two turn their expressions into something serious.
Even if it's a joke, for both of us, it's highly alarming in a situation where this just happened to the person who can't read the most actions and thoughts.
If you let me tell you, it just seems like my sister is making fun of my sisters...
The tingling air spread beneath the tent, and Koizumi and the others spoke sideways of confusion.
"Chairman... you were with me."
"No way, I guess I didn't bring you out Shinryu outside of student council business, did I, Shi?"
A cold, sharp gaze is directed at the chairman.
The chairman answers flatly, even though I would be shivering if I were usually put in a situation like this.
"Come on, I just invited my lonely junior to lunch by myself."
You and Koizumi in the back had such a blue look that Shizukuishi and Kirasaka were too scared to faint.
Without anything, the three friendly people turn into chaotic relationships.
This is the woman's fight, I'm afraid.
... but it is inevitable that arbitration will do me more than I have the root of the problem.
Shizukura and Kirosaka's head lightly on the other side of her ill mood, no. When she plays the Vaticone and her fingers a little stronger and slaps them, Shizukura brings tears to her eyes, and Kirosaka now turns to the caged gaze of just killing when she flies at this moment.
"I was just having dinner at a student council meeting..."
Skip the extra words and tell them concisely.
I'm not convinced, but the two reluctantly sit in their empty seats and the chairman gathers his gaze.
"True father came to deliver lunch... so we just decided to eat together"
Shizuku mainly reacts to the explanation released from the chairman's mouth.
Maybe the unexpected look was because he had a similar idea for my father.
An immediate gaze meets my gaze.
"Did your father come to watch the sports festival?
"... that's not true, it's just a courier"
Returns a negative answer to Shizuku's question.
Then, although she was also discouraged, she zeroes her sigh as if she had no choice.
"That's right..."
"Well, if you're in high school, your parents are less likely to attend a sports festival."
Suitably, the reaction returned in an unexpected way when it uttered words with meaning to soothe the occasion.
Kirosaka, who was sitting next to Shizukuishi, said a short word.
"Oh, my parents are watching from the dean's office."
……
Are you serious...
The head of a leading large Japanese company and his wife are watching sports festivals in rural towns?
What, is it because I feel that the importance of this sports festival has increased in an instant?
Or so you would have seen a single case of borrowing competition, this is...
Maybe I was wary of snipers at that time until I wasn't wrong.
When he is secretly determined to spend the day careful behind him, the chairman confirms that the conversation has been interrupted before changing the subject.
"We're both here, let's make sure about the afternoon flow -"
And confirmation of the move about the afternoon began, mainly with the chairman.
... Shizukuishi and Kirasaka are not in a position to inquire about the fact that they are completely treated as related parties.
Physical education festivals are an important event to reaffirm connections between students.
Before the cultural festival of the biggest event in the school, the emphasis is on reaffirming the students' friendship.
So if the students come together, it's fine.
That is why there are no regulations on the number of appearances of students, etc.
As a result, the three of us won two years of competition with very irregular manoeuvres.
It's a secret tactic, Yudo Ohara.
Naturally, the students show a boost with Yudo coming out itself. Mostly girls.
And men who don't want to be dissatisfied by women will inevitably also support Yudo.
What a unity, this is what the deans were saying about reconfirming connections between students.
Convinced, no, really convinced.
The afternoon event also featured horseback riding battles, class-to-class relays, and a relay of ministry activities.
Other products from each grade, first and second graders danced and third graders performed group gymnastics.
With regard to the offerings of each school year, the presentation is addressed to the parents and general audience who participated and does not count towards the score.
So the students were enjoying themselves somewhere with ease.
When I was dancing, I was fully tuned to music, and in the third grade, I was fully supportive of Mike the student standing on the stage.
You carry heavy baggage, and I do auxiliary work.
In terms of exuberance, it's a word without complaint.
In the first grade, Shizukuishi, in the second grade, the three Shizukuta, and in the third grade, the chairman are each noted and excited around.
It is people who are attracted to those full of talent.
There's no place for me to stand right now by them in the center.
Supporting it behind my back like this is my best job right now.
Still, it would be thanks to the student council that feelings more similar to fulfillment developed than last year's sports festival.
It may be a busy, gushing emotion, but I don't feel bad.
The schedule proceeded one after the other, and the last competition, the group gymnastics, ended and the entire sports festival process ended.
The third grade is the last sports festival.
It was above all the person entrusted with one end of the operation who was able to finish without the trouble that was the Lord.
At the closing ceremony, the dean announced the winning group.
The three of us won a flourishing place as a yellow group, and we were delighted to receive the meal voucher that was a memorial to our students.
In the back of my mind, the idea of whether this was really a good idea doesn't go away.
Shizukuishi and Kirasaka were never forced to participate in the competition, but it was Yudo who was affected by it.
My classmates didn't care because he pulled it in clean too, but that was all I had left to worry about.
Has he become a sports festival that he thinks is fun, too?
Yudo Ogiwara may not know that he enjoys himself, in some ways.
I couldn't call Yudo, surrounded by students who showed the greatest excitement by winning such a question, to ask.
At the end of the sports festival, when the students returned to the classroom, there was a clean-up at the student council and other aspiring students.
While the students rarely cleaned up, there were students looking at a place in the middle of the ground where backup seats had already been set up that were not there.
This is Shushi, the student chairman.
At the end of the last sports festival I worked for as the head of a student, there would be a whirlpool of emotions in my chest that I couldn't even empathize with.
It doesn't make sense, just walking out of the corner of the ground to follow its back.
The footsteps to be trampled stop and the chairman opens his mouth before he can speak.
"Culture festival next...... it's really my last job"
A strong emotion of determination was heard from the voice.
For the chairman, the next cultural festival is the last big stage in the true sense, as well as a collection.
The thought of hanging should be greater than anyone else's.
There's nothing you can say to me in New America, just one word I told you to be like me.
"I kinda haven't seen much of the chairman's awesome... I hope so"
……
I look back at the chairman's face and realize that there are no words in the Dictionary that I can be positive and encourage at this time.
Conversely, if you're a person who can throw words that a high school girl might be happy with in a situation like this, you're not twisted like this.
Raise the corner of his mouth slightly and face the chairman with a look similar to the provocation.
First, I laughed bitterly, then later there was the usual look of Rin's chairman.
"Naturally, I'll get True Good to work for me."
"... of course"
Just a day's breath, just a prelude to the festival.
But still, the sports festival, the first edition of the Cherry Blossom Festival, freed from the less stimulating days of everyday life, closes the curtain.
The hustle and bustle of distant students and audiences linger, stroking their skin as if to inform the foretaste of the hot wind blowing into the school yard at the end of the summer turning into the next phase.
The next wind blowing was slightly too cold for one person.