Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

The next thing you'll be waiting for after your examination is the Cultural Festival, which is a major event of the year.

Since the schools Zhou Da attends invest in events held by these students together, there is also a large budget for each class, with an elaborate offering every year.

"That's why I'm gonna decide what to do with my class. Yikes!

Naturally, everyone in the class decides what to do in the class, so when that time comes, it will be natural and exciting.

It is the tree that stands on the bench in Norinoli.

I knew the festival lover tree was going to run for the Cultural Festival Commissioner, but I really had to laugh around running and winning that seat brilliantly.

"Uh, it's a cultural festival offering, but the first thing that matters is the number of restaurants is determined for each school year. In most classes, restaurants come as candidates, so be prepared to expect fierce strife in the case of restaurants."

As a matter of course, the number of restaurants that can be opened is determined.

Restaurants that are worthwhile and capable of management practices are popular, and most classes may want them if they are bad. Then it becomes just a restaurant, so restrictions can be placed.

Besides, all hope cannot be fulfilled due to the availability of other cooking practice rooms and hygiene instruction.

"Then, please confirm that the type of new items that are likely to be used in the budget are listed in the handout print to some extent. Even if it doesn't say so, I will check each time that I think I can confirm or hold more than I can. In the meantime, tell me what you think you can do within your budget.... Well, raise your hand if you have an offer to make."

My classmates raised their hands to the tree inquiry.

They all have shitty eyes, I guess, because that's all this event matters.

Cultural festivals are a big event for students and something they look forward to.

(Well, I spent the last year appropriately)

Zhou, who had no shards such as student-like spirituality or beginnings, also spent the cultural festival appropriately. I was also the type to sell homemade products, so I made them exactly as I was told and gave them a store number when they were in store order.

So I've seen their exuberance somewhere far away.

"Yes, yes! I still think a classic coffee shop would be nice here!

"Well, it's not supposed to be. Just a coffee shop, by the way?

"What about made-to-measure coffee?

"Look, there's a vertebra in this class... and I think it'll look absolutely good on you."

The added words are a little uninteresting to my classmates, who look at the daylight whispering, but they don't say anything.

"Ha. I don't think I can think of anything about the budget, but the intention is good. Let's just say we keep him on the list."

The tree meets the tree as she sends a frightened glance at the maid of midday clothes, the men who are colored by the word.

Zhou looked sinister when asked if his gaze was okay.

If you say it's okay or not, it's bad.

Even midday is usually noticeable in a way that is close to the spectacle.

I've also been told lately that its cuteness has been polished, and if I put on made-up clothes at midday like that, I'm sure I'll flock, and midday will be hard to deal with.

Conversely, the sale itself is assured as a benefit. The presence at midday is an absolute ad, and the boys must be pushing at first sight.

At midday of the day, I have an indescribable troubled grin about being put on the subject.

Naturally. I don't feel good about being made a spectacle of myself.

However, this is only a suggestion, and there is no reason to waste it from the side I said. If you really don't like midday, Zhou can only refuse.

"Well, made-to-measure coffee may be a man's longing, but think of your budget and suggest it. Yes, next in line."

The blackboard is filled with white letters, citing classic stores such as curry and udon for haunted mansions to encourage trees.

However, rather than everyone's …, the main interest of the boys seems to be in something called made-to-measure coffee, and I hear a whisper.

"I knew Mr. Vertebra's maid clothes..."

"No, but I have the Fujimiya one..."

"No, Fujimiya is also a man. You'll want to see her made-up clothes."

I hear you, but unfortunately I'm not willing to agree.

I would lie if I said I didn't want to see it at all, but I don't want to show it off. I also know midday is tiring, so I had no desire to let it go.

If I had a sharp glance while sending my gaze, I noticed the gaze and was distracted from the momentum.

They were watching how it went, and midday is laughing small, so I'll be kind enough to stare at them.

"By the way, Mr. Zhou, any suggestions?

Suddenly he is called out of the tree, and Zhou sees the tree without even hiding his sinister face.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I told you. Because I was?

That's not against the tree, but since it was called by the tree by name, it's gathering the surrounding gaze, so it's also bad air not to say anything.

Think about what's wrong, and say what seems the easiest suggestion.

"... if I'm going to insist, I guess I should be good enough to research around local history and present a compilation"

The class quieted back to the proposal was a miscalculation.

I'm very uncomfortable with the air like I watered it where it's uplifting.

"Hey, who's got that?"

"... it's good for you. Just look it up, watch a small number during the exhibition later, and then move freely. Don't you enjoy the cultural festival itself so much? You don't have to worry about time. You can watch other classes open all you want."

The more I changed the way I said it, the more voices I heard from all over the class.

I don't think Zhou and the presentation of the local history exhibit is much for students to enjoy, but what Zhou is really about is a respite for free movement ahead of him.

Restaurants are popular, but they really need manpower, a lot of effort, and long detention times. I have to be more cautious with the store than I handle the money, and I see it struggling very hard.

If it's in the form of some kind of exhibition announcement, all you have to do is finish everything during the prep period and then let one or two people stand guard of the exhibition.

The duration of the cultural festival is two days, so it would be less than an hour per person. Very laborious and time efficient.

I don't incur any money either, so it's also big that I just need to stand at ease.

Additionally, for a person who is not confident in customer service, appearance, or cooking arm, there will be no more bitter offering. Zhou is also in this category, so I understand very well.

"Something like you."

The tree didn't hide the crease, but Zhou just suggested it, so he turned around and closed his lips.

I'm uncomfortable because I'm also turning my gaze at Zhou-kun at midday, but I can't take back what I said anymore, so I just sighed softly.

"Well, since you get the most maid coffee, it's up to you to make a maid coffee, okay?

At the end of the day, it was decided tentatively to make a made-to-measure coffee with a lot of men's votes.

"I'm just going to pass the decision on to the student council. It's probably going to be a lottery from there, so if it leaks out of the lottery, it's going to be the second haunted mansion - Also, as for clothing, it's definitely not something you can prepare within your budget, and you'll be looking for a tweezer, so ask that tweezer first. If not, it'll be a regular coffee shop, so be prepared."

The tree entrusted with progression left the classroom to tell the student council, saying what was needed and what was precautionary due to the brightness and lack of guidelines at hand.

The air is easy to understand and loose and squeaky, so Zhou sighs small and puts on his cheek wand, noticing that midday is approaching.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I don't care what you say... because I can't help what I decide"

At midday when I smile bitterly, I feel subtle, albeit irrelevant.

"If you don't like it, you have to say it right."

"It's not that I don't like it... Um, Zhou-kun is a maid of honor clothes, don't you?

"I don't like it or hate it. Just enough to think it would look good in the middle of the day. The apron looks great on you."

"Oh well...... then I'll do my best"

"No, you don't have to work hard"

"If Zhou-kun's happy with you, I'll wear it."

Having said that, he smiled beautifully. Seeing the boy sneaking guts behind his midday pose, Zhou could only see that his grin was about to catch on.