The queue was spread out past the main entrance and in front of the two tents installed side by side.
The scent of sweet fabric, which would be intensely seductive on an empty stomach before noon, brings the feet of many students to the fragrance with a slightly cooler breeze.
Under the tent, which showed the busiest after the opening ceremony, students in different uniforms handed over one finished product after another to compete.
"It's a blueberry pancake......"
Pass the small pancakes on top of the paper tray and the fruit blueberries on top to the students who were waiting for the item.
When I receive the change instead, I have a brief meeting to finish the drop off.
Repeat this task dozens of times, pale, like a routine.
Testimonials from the students created a further attractive effect, and at some point at the end of their gaze a group of customers was formed.
"... you see, I can sell"
I'll fuck you up and look back.
There's a bunch of women baking fabric with soothing comfort.
Meanwhile, Koizumi and Furano, the men's members who were in charge of accounting, ordering and receiving goods, don't have the same vibrancy as the women in your expression.
There was a slight seepage of fatigue from the expression when it seemed fitting not to be busy.
"But not just us, but the neighborhood is very busy."
Koizumi said his gaze toward the tent next door.
At the end of his gaze, there is a long line of snakes waiting for the crepes that the Orange Infarction College student council was putting out.
To see the percentage of boys in line is slightly higher than this one, the novelty seems to have its share all over the other schools.
But the most important factor is not novelty.
One female student standing in front of the tent as a seller is the biggest factor.
"How about freshly baked crepes!
There was a maple figure, my sister, who spoke up to the students so that they could not be dismissed by the bustle.
Yeah...... that's cute.
I can declare the cutest of students selling in this school.
Rather, it's even the cutest possibility in the nation's seller history.
But I didn't know you were so influential while my sister...
It's definitely the strongest heroine in terms of appearance, excellent grades, and being awarded sister attributes.
But I have to say that only now are we powerful enemies.
"Is it a good battle to sell?"
"I guess so far... because the majority of students buy more on a set than just in the name of battle"
Furano looks back and squeals worried about the situation next door.
While gently hiding the retrieved smartphone's camera on the menu, I sincerely relieve myself of not making it a sales battle while returning the word.
What is this person trying to shoot in natural motion?
Don't you know if they say no?
Without the chairman, your self-control will fade, or something like that?
"Excuse me, my sister shooting is NG..."
"Ah!? When are you gonna set up a camera or something?
... you can't.
Completely, when it's a TV, there's a mosaic hanging on my face, making my voice look like I'm tall.
Let's get permission from the person to take the photo, absolutely.
In a situation where the same quantity is sold as much as I think it is a happy set, the unit price may decide to win or lose at the end.
And there may be many repeaters because crepes are better from the point of view of ease.
I wonder if it was an out-of-the-box and fair battle that made it a flavour battle.
"You can order your next order."
As I was observing the surrounding situation with my cheek cane on my desk, a voice can be heard on Shizuku.
Above her hands is a cake that is baked and wrapped around a fragrance that stimulates her appetite.
"... Yes, sir"
When I gently lifted my hips and strayed my body back, I received the item carefully without my fingertips touching it.
Shizukuishi is not so novel as to react to it at once.
For a little while, Shizukuishi and his gaze exchanged and he could see from his eyes a color that made him think of something.
She said as she noticed she was waiting still, wondering if it was what she was trying to say.
"Is it a cultural festival date!? Wait, I'll be ready right now."
"No... let's concentrate on our work"
It's just a thought circuit to be able to interpret enlargement to this point just by touching one fingertip.
How slightly faster than I expected to show wasted in-depth reading in the wrong direction.
"Are you not..."
One, I accidentally get zero sigh in Shizuku's appearance as he returns to work with zero sigh.
When I look back and hand the product to the student, the conversation from the rear rear reaches my ear.
"Isn't it natural that I should be the first to date him, because I'm the first to get a break?
"You know, Kira Saka-san, I'm not saying it's a date where I was walking with the opposite sex in my luggage."
Plus, naturally, when Kirasaka tells him against Shizukuishi, where did the bright voice go earlier, he replies with a heartfelt cold voice.
I mean, I'm the one with the luggage, that's the first I've ever known.
Amazing!
"Well, why don't you take the middle and I'll be the first to borrow True Good?"
"... all three of you talk without stopping"
State a proposal which the Chairman does not propose to arbitrate at all.
Shizukuishi and Kirasaka, however, don't utter a word, only Miura's sigh sounds under the tent.
I feel terribly sorry for a series of conversations.
I feel like a parent apologizing for my child.
"Well, Chairman... you and I are going to take a break."
……
Next door Koizumi mutters in a small voice.
It was too small, and the only awkward air flowed between me and you without ever reaching the women.
What a chaos.
Since when has the student council turned into such an awkward group?
Behind me, the women are so noisy, they seem to enjoy cooking.
In the shabby time of his birth, he moves his seat in front of his sister.
"Brother, how about a crepe?
"Hundred please..."
Furano said he said that unexpectedly when he saw the maple smiling like a goddess.
When Maple passes only one order to his senior, he moves from behind me to dealing with an approaching customer.
One, standing in front of an enemy tent, I turned my gaze toward my tent and a cold gaze was pointed at me from the women.
I can't, either, this.
I couldn't say anything about people.