The time and years accumulated for this day pass quickly with joy.
The outdoor stage was showing a huge buzz.
The students and visitors all had a uniformly pleasant look without worrying about the trouble at the main entrance.
I do not intend to use gross language to be rewarded, but it was only when I saw the students who came into view as walkers that I was able to reaffirm once again that the actions taken by Shiraishi and the Student Council were not in vain.
A female student turns around and smiles as she walks over to the students with green armbands on her arms sitting beside the stage.
"I'm sorry I pushed you into a difficult job."
"... because it's my job"
Make a statement of intent with an attitude that you don't need to worry about.
It's a choice that I'm prepared to make, and it lacks some common sense to call out that I don't want to work now.
It was not like going. I never touched being back in a situation where the number of people had increased, and I was asking Koizumi about my job by speaking up without telling Yudo or anything in particular.
Confirming the time on the building clock, the students at the Orange Infarction College were on the verge of visiting.
Even in a hurry, the student council has to enjoy the cultural festival.
While Koizumi and Miura are taking over to give the students a message, the bustle is different from the hustle and bustle around them.
And I heard footsteps running from the rear.
"Ugh!
……
A strong shock spreads on the back, and the familiar scent tickles the nasal cavity.
I don't need to look back, but figure out who jumped on my back.
"Maple, it's heavy..."
"It's terrible, brother, I'm a relatively light weight"
While I say it's terrible, without showing otherwise hurtful bareback, my sister Maple hits her head out of the side.
A neat noticeable nose that does not resemble black hair and his brother gathers the gaze of the boys students around him.
But the sailor clothes that wore more than just the appearance of my sister would be a factor of attention from the surroundings above all.
"Thank you for waiting!
When I got off my jumped back and exchanged greetings for the chairmen, there were many Zorozolo and female students walking in from behind the maple.
Some of them naturally look like Se Liang, the head of the College for Women.
The chairmen of the two schools said words in their mouths when they exchanged their gaze.
"Thank you for your patience, we will have the sale ready to begin at eleven o'clock as scheduled"
"Still tough... I don't think it's too late to enjoy this cultural festival for a bit?
When I heard Se Liang's words, the chairman said with a bitter smile.
But Se Liang shakes her neck to the side when she touches her glasses to get them done.
"The other students will enjoy it as much as they like, but we have a position to represent the school... most importantly, we have a battle to do."
... I even said it and showed it like a posterior, but the battle would be for real.
Before that word comes out, the maple pulls his sleeve and controls it.
The boulder is my sister.
My sister is highly skilled around perceiving and restraining words that my brother seems to like.
Rather, I even have a sister master.
I don't know what titles are given only to those who have maxed out my sister's skills to the top, or what it says in the dictionary.
Anyway, the stage is finally ready.
RPG speaking, the battle is coming.
It had already opened, but the cultural festival in its true sense finally opened the curtain.
Thereafter, the students of the Orange Infarction College split into groups and groups to mix and melt in the hustle and bustle of the cultural festival.
Maple had stayed on the spot and had begun to prepare to help with the student council's work.
When our student council officers return to the tent, Shizukuishi and Kirasaka, who were returning from the earlier noise, greet us.
"Sounds like it's about to start"
That's what Shizuku told me when he sat down in his chair.
The sight of all students wearing aprons and welcoming them as cute is certainly that of the Cultural Festival.
"Right..."
Whimpering with a weak voice, he moves his gaze in all directions.
Everywhere I looked, the students had a pleasant look on their face.
Even students with different uniforms enjoy this situation.
Sakura no Hill School students should feel more fulfilled.
Even if it's something we've made up.
We are celebrating this day by thinking, discussing, and executing.
The expression is more natural than watching the regular students, which is probably why they don't look like they've taken care of it.
It is not a pre-built event on the school side, but because it pinches the process of creating it ourselves, it is clearly told and told in memory.
"Is the sign at this angle okay?
"I'll keep the fabric in the cooler box for extra"
Under and outside the tent there are men busy preparing to open the shop and women making final confirmations.
Can this look I see now, the sight and the future be spoken of as a pleasant memory?
With that in mind, I do detailed work such as menus on my desk and getting ready to change.
"I hope it sells"
"You can sell it..."
"You're too optimistic."
When Shizuku returns an empty reply to a word he said with his chest inflated by anticipation, he returns a sober word from Kirasaka with a slightly cooler voice from next door.
They were both dressed in sky blue aprons and thin pink aprons.
Naturally, Kirosaka is blue and Shizukuishi is pink.
I'm wrapping black around my waist without difficulty.
The chairman, who confirmed the 'pancakes' and the rounded written body signs set up by Yudo in opposite directions with you, stops by and joins the conversation.
"Assuming it's a battle and a business, it's important to make more profits, but it's best to enjoy yourself."
Pick the coin spread out on the desk with a small finger and throw it in the designated case, the chairman says.
It is precisely true and the subject above all in this cultural festival.
Students enjoy themselves and feel a great sense of alienation if they cannot understand because they are right.
It's like there's only one foreign object mixed together.
Even though I know no one thinks that, it doesn't change the values and mindsets that have been rooted in it.
"And you're just pushy where the truth says it..."
Zero bitterness seemed very sad.
Some guilt pierces my chest that I'm letting the last cultural festival give me a look that doesn't resemble such a place.
"I don't like the idea of working hard next... I've lived with the will to succeed from the start, but this could be my first time"
Once the words are separated up to that point, the chairman spins the words that follow after a little while.
There's no bitter smile floating around until earlier.
"Next thing you know... for once or so I'd like to see a smiling face"
Let the chestnut hair burn, and she'll say it.
Even though it was a word directed at me, it sounded like Shizuku told me to sit back or next to him, not me.
And when I returned to my usual look as if nothing had happened, I called out to the student council officers to switch.
"Well, let's sell it grand!
In the tent, her words go on and on her turning back everyone follows.
The figure was a strong proof that he was the head of this organization.
Both Koizumi, Miura and Furano move to inform students of the opening of the store following the chairman's back.
Shizukuishi was waiting for you, too, quickly lifting her hips out of her chair.
"Come on, let's go!
Many students were looking forward to the student council opening their stores.
For such students, we make full use of the power of the student council to set aside short time on stage but time for publicity.
Shizuku pulls his hand up at the rear of the moving student union.
Next door was sitting Beautiful Lusaka, arm in arm and waiting for me to move as well.
"... a friend says it's hard to work with food and drink -"
"You don't have any friends like that, and it's my job to promote the store."
The chairman was walking to the stage ahead of him, who was also taken by force from Kirasaka with his arm grabbed.
And Se Liang also lines up on the stage where he took the stage without getting lost.
At eleven a.m., sweet battles by both Sakura no Hill School and the Orange Infarction College of Women's Students raised a huge amount of wolf smoke to the campus through outdoor stages.