After the opening ceremony in the shopping district, Sakura no Hill School students board the bus rented by their father in Kirasaka.
The appearance of being transported in a total of five large buses is rolling.
In it I boarded one bus as well.
The chairman, Koizumi, Miura, and Shizukuishi and Kirasaka are scheduled to take the same bus.
But you're always the only one who doesn't try to get in.
Move around with something at the gate, but never move your legs forward.
"... what are you doing"
"No...... it"
What he had in his hand was a glance that he bought it himself.
You don't have to ask me what I shot.
After the opening ceremony, the first on the time schedule will be the chorus of the Orange Meadow College at the Civic Hall.
I guess this is an opportunity not to be missed by you, Furano, who has worshipped you as a goddess (tentative) since you got help from Maple before.
After understanding his mood like that, I asked.
The extra words are translated into different nuances for the other person to pass on.
So wait for the other person to react with a terminal question.
"Are you okay with seniors? It's Maple's first cultural festival."
……
At the time I was silently boarding the bus, I would expose the emotions I would have thought in my chest.
Words and voices are strong and loud.
I guess I purely doubted it.
I didn't see any words in your words that I would give back immediately. [M]
To be honest, I want to leave events like this alone and keep my sister's sunshine in these eyes.
The only family connection for me now is my sister, True Good House.
Only my sister is my understanding and beloved sister more than anyone else who has spent time together nearby.
But there's just a reason to contain that desire.
"... where I just went to the Maple place, he's not happy. Instead, I would scold you for throwing your job at me."
Seriously, but sweet, maybe I'm really happy.
Maybe I just take it personally, but even for Maple, I'm the only connection as a family in a situation where my parents aren't home.
In the midst of some anxiety at the first cultural festival, it would be a great spiritual and good influence for my family to be here to see it.
But still, Maple would refuse.
My sister, who prioritizes her surroundings over herself, resembled Shizuku somewhere.
Because I've admired you like a sister, or that part is similar.
So, when Shizuku and I gaze into the bus, we laugh bitterly.
"Mr. Furano... get in, this is an order as a senior"
"... Yes"
Originally, I don't have the authority to bind someone to a student union assistant.
The situation on the spot and the atmosphere pushed it off, but you also reluctantly boarded the bus.
With the last one in his seat, the bus runs out to Sakura no Hill School.
Travel time by bus is about five minutes.
In the meantime, the chairman was breathing quietly as everyone was welcoming him.
This is the opening of the cultural festival in its true sense.
Until now, it's a tutorial, and this later opening ceremony in the school is her first big stage.
The bus quietly parks at the bus stop in the school.
Students descend and head to their tents at first sight.
In the meantime, Koizumi took out a loudspeaker and began describing the flow after this.
"The opening ceremony will begin in five minutes in Central Square. All students must attend."
Several students check the clock and walk away from the scene early enough to the voice of Koizumi, who resonates with attention many times.
I guess we'll proceed even with minimal preparation before the opening ceremony.
I'll head to the student council tent and hang only my jacket in the right place.
Then line up by the stage in Central Square and wait for the whole school to gather.
In order are the chairman, Koizumi, Miura, me, Furano, and, temporarily, Shizukuishi and Shiraishi lined up in the last seat.
Kirasaka was on the back of the stage, waiting quietly in the shade of a tree.
Between minutes from Koizumi's announcement, many students had gathered before the stage.
The opening ceremony began under Koizumi MC when he confirmed that a large group of students were in place.
"We first ask the student chairman to declare the meeting open"
With this one word, the venue air changes and becomes quiet.
I waited quietly so that the students who would rise to the altar would not miss a word that the matches would take away their gaze and utter.
Every time you walk, the glowing brown hair shines by the light of the sun, and the footsteps are light.
There is no tension conveyed in standing and behaving, but nestled in front of the microphone in a familiar manner.
The chairman looks at such students and then spins the words quietly.
"The last cultural festival came for me. It wasn't long after three years and this year's preparations felt like a few days... there's something I miss when I think it's really the last"
To one word, the venue has a sober atmosphere.
But that too. In the meantime, the Chairman declared in a loud and clear voice to cut off his earlier worries.
"That's why I declare this cultural festival will be the best ever! Students, show them how much fun and memorable you are, and how you live this life with high school students for the next generation of students who will come to Sakura no Hill School!
The words uttered with arms protruding overflow with loud cheers and the enthusiasm of the students as the entire venue sways.
The faculty also applauded the opening declaration, which was a short, truly minimal word but still eagled the students' consciousness.
Finally, a spare applause is sent by all students to the chairman who gets off the stage with a small thank you.
This is the moment when a person named Shuxi clearly shows how much the students love him.
After that, the inaugural ceremony was closed when the school director, the mayor of the town who had followed him from the shopping district, and even Sadaya Kiyosaka, who had personally made a donation for this school festival, were invited to the stage to introduce him.
As the students quickly move to their places of residence, I turn my consciousness to one point without moving from the first place.
Did they notice that, too, and the more conversations they have with the school directors, the more they walk over here.
It's a quick reunion, Makoto.
"... if you're coming to the opening ceremony, let me know in advance and I'll be ready."
Well, even when it comes to preparation, it's a matter of feeling.
The driver in a suit that looks as expensive as ever, and Miya Kirasaka, who showed up with a secretary, surprises me.
Of course I've been regulating schedules in my busy schedule, but I'm a little overbought that I've been so interested in a single student.
Beautiful Lusaka, who likewise gave his father a small thank you next to me, had nothing to say and looked ahead to the situation on the spot.
"... until about what time today?
"I'm thinking about staying as long as time permits, and I'm interested in the sweets that my daughter and you work with."
... Actually, I'm more about serving and serving customers.
I don't dare to say that because I feel like I'm looking at a different place for what I told this guy.
I didn't want to see him on the day because the tension gets better relative to this guy.
But there's no way to do what's come.
Unsurprisingly, I turn my back from the president when I'm thinking of speaking appropriately in some way.
"I'm going to look at the women's college announcement first. Makoto, I have your sister, so I'm interested."
"Oh... is that what you mean"
When you are relieved when you leave lightly, your spine stretches unexpectedly to the president looking back again.
When I stood up for something, there was no question.
"Does your sister look like your brother?
"No...... not enough to say the opposite"
"Hmm... your parents were abroad"
"Yes, I was supposed to be single, but my mother is going to support my life, so I'm separated."
… Do you need this information now?
Has it been to the extent of confirming the facts that I have heard directly what I can even hear from my daughter, Kirasaka?
But there's nothing that even comes to mind to explore the back of the inquiry, and did the person still want to make sure it wasn't different from the fact?
That's all I hear, the president goes in the direction of the main entrance with nothing to say.
When you get into the luxury car that was parked there, you drive away and disappear.
"What... that"
"Better not think about it, because my father is mostly a mysterious person."
Neither did Kirasaka make any profound reference to the earlier question, and when he finished dropping them off, he started walking to the student council tent.
In the meantime, I was wondering if there would be anything to talk about, but in the end it was Ayataka who was chosen... not silence.
"How about a roasted noodle -!
"We also have Frankfurt!
At the end of the opening ceremony, a loud voice of customer service will be heard up to the student council tent.
The liveliness gradually began to increase, as did the number of general visitors who would have walked towards us after the opening ceremony in the mall.
Because the tent at the next Orange Infarction College is still deserted, our student council has not started operating as well.
I was ready to open the store whenever I could.
Under such circumstances, Shiraishi shines his eyes at the cultural festival that has finally begun.
He opened his eyes wide, his nose rough and stared at the students as they engraved them.
I lay her on the sidelines like that and sit in a student council tent.
with food for tasting in the name of the offering placed on the desk.
"Hey, you got a sauce on your mouth, right?
"Stupid bastard...... this is state-of-the-art makeup"
When I take out a piece of tissue when I dull it, Shizuku offers it here.
You don't get it...... after all, it was a tough state of the art fashion for her not wearing makeup from time to time.
As soon as you wipe the sauce on your mouth, your next target reaches for the roasted chicken of the prey.
It is often said that the products from cultural festivals are not delicious, but honestly, the prices are cheap, but the products are used on the market, so it has a stable flavour.
It's even better than being given a bad taste in a store that wants personality badly.
I put the yakitori in my mouth with that in mind.
"Oh, my goodness, you have a stick in your mouth."
"This is because I was eating grilled chicken... don't say anything violent in the face"
Next to Shizukuishi, behind the student council tent, Kirasaka has told me that as she dropped her gaze on the literature book at hand.
No, common sense sucks about people growing sticks out of their mouths.
Or it's painful to watch.
Joke performance is too low Beautiful Luosaka, she nibbles up her mouth about whether she enjoys that reaction when she is pointing a chilling gaze.
The chairman, who was watching the conversation between the three of us with a gentle eye like his sister's, takes a step forward when he checks the time with his watch.
"It will be time for students from Orange Meadow College to come in. The more you eat."
"I'll eat......?
There is still a lot of food on the desk in the student council tent.
All of the food and beverages in the offering are placed.
Thanks to all the prep I've been doing, it's a plug from a student.
I'm sorry to leave you.
Koizumi, Miura and Furano were all eating appropriately, but there is still a good amount left.
When I give him another roasted chicken, the chairman stares silently at what he thought.
... Something?
Watching quietly, the chairman receives my offered grilled chicken... not just in his mouth as it is.
The so-called "ahem" one.
The chairman's face approaches in front of him, holding his hair down to his ear, shaking with his left hand due to cancer.
A slight floral scent tickles my nostrils from the chairman.
Your body becomes stiff to completely unexpected behavior.
After a small bite, move your mouth back to the starting position.
And after swallowing, he turned his proud grin on the women sitting next to him and behind him, not me.
"… there are unforgivable acts with the Chairman"
"Nice work... Nice work."
It also works great for the Chairman's discerning act of provocation.
Shizukuishi and Kirasaka have a completely angry look on their faces.
Her voice was low and her eyes were sharp and cold.
And from Shizukuishi, the gentle smile had a powerful look in a horrible way that didn't make him feel disappearing emotions.
"I wanted to tell you both. Culture festivals are competition, right?
Seniors to juniors, words similar to certain declarations of war were thrown at them.
The bees and the three sights intersect.
This is a complete training ground, isn't it?
No, because you're really moving to the end of the tent so that Koizumi and Miura don't get completely involved with Shiraishi or anything.
You're scared, I'm scared too.
But I just couldn't get away with sitting completely in the center position of the three of us.
In the meantime, when I turn my gaze to you, Furano.
"Is this... tapioca milkti!?
... You never went to the store with a friend.
You're impressed with your first taste.
... I get it, but let's see this one too.
My last hope was shattered, and I spent a long, narrow time in this situation.