Reiryuu Academy Student Council

It's been a couple of days since the bud grenades went to La Faust School.

One day, the door to the Student Council Room at Lilong School opened with a loud noise.

"Kung Kung!

Fengya speaks his name aloud.

"Hey, Fengya. Couldn't you open the door quietly after a while?

Kazuya, who had not shown her face to the student council for nearly a week, greeted her back with such disgust.

Fengya is about to lose the temper of a long time ago, but she still has something to say.

"Bud Grey hasn't been to school in a while."

That's what Fengya said.

Officers who worked around also reacted pickly to it, and Fengya didn't miss it.

"Khun Khun, you know something.

Feng Ya walked up to the desk with the groove.

However, he cleans up the work in front of him without even looking at Fengya's face.

"Would you do more work than that? It's been rolling on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on."

"I mean that...! Kung Kung! Shouguai..."

"Went to La Faust School"

He told the truth in a pale manner.

Fengya rounds her eyes to what she says and makes a face that she can't believe it.

"Lying... right"

Fengya wanted him to deny it and looked at the other officers but all shook their heads sideways.

"I'm not lying, Lotus Moon. Nanhara-san went. But."

"Why..."

Fengya bit her lips tightly.

And banged the desk.

"Why didn't you pull it off!? You could have done that, right?

"Lotus Moon. That's what Nanhara decided. I can't hold back with the Divine Generation. You wouldn't be stupid enough not to know that."

"But...!

Shotaro's words of restraint don't get into Fengya's ears either. No, I don't want to go in there.

Seeing such a flair, he laughed with his nose.

"So what did you do? Windy."

Fengya opened her mouth to the words, but there were no words to follow.

"Sure enough, I didn't pull the sprouts together. But even if it wasn't for me, you could have. The bud grenade only feels a similar meaning in the words of everyone here. The only time my words are special is when I speak as chairman."

He glanced sharply at the wind.

"You have never known the decision of bud grenades before. Then what the hell were you doing when the bud grenades decided to go to La Faust school? I guess I just asked myself a meaningless question. To you."

"Hey, stop it. That's enough for Wind, isn't it? Nobody's bad. And."

"That's enough."

Fengya said as she leaned down.

"Kung is right..."

That's what Fengya says and leaves the student club room. The wind and grace were stopped only once.

"Windy. Don't do anything extra"

The words of the devil are never harsh. Fengya did not reply to it and left the room intact.

"Are you okay not telling me?

The advantages are questioned in the indoors where the wind has left.

"It would be bad for a guy who doesn't try to listen to people properly. Even if you ask me, I don't understand that idiot."

He looked troubled in favor of Shotaro's raunchy voice.

"Fair enough. Let it go. What about you, Luo?

(1) Ask a question to Lai Luo. Lailuo grinned and nodded nicely.

"I'll finish it today. Looks like the haulier's coming tomorrow."

Everyone cheeks loose at the words of Laila.

"All you have to do is... wait,"

Xu shrugged and took the pen in his hand again.

- The only time my words are special is when I speak as chairman.

"Even if you knew... you shouldn't have spoken."

Remembering the dialogue that came out of his mouth, he sighed.

Lecture room at La Faust School.

Even today, bud grenades take classes with Holy Night.

Harassment by Holy Night, no, it was no longer the norm for bud grenades to accompany you to play.

The French class of the day did the same thing as the last German, and the bud grenade was to perform fluent French.

Next math class to follow.

This is also a college class because the rest warrant ladies who are educated in brilliance or passing a foreign flying class system learn it.

And by the Holy Night's nomination of some university professor who calls himself elusive, the bud grenade will solve, as an example.

The bud grenade also took on quite a bit with one sigh. Surprisingly write letters all over the slack and blackboard to prove elusive mathematics.

The professor was admired for his performance as if he had memorized the exemplary answer in full.

The story of this female student named Nanahara Bud Grenade, who suddenly appeared, makes the school noisy every day.

"Hidden son of the boss of the leading Italian mafia. The princess of the English royal blood family. Ridiculous predictions."

Holy Night is sitting on the couch in the Secret Service, laughing.

Now what the Holy Night has spoken of is the bud grenade character that the school students anticipated for their daily bud grenade behavior.

"I quite enjoyed it even with that kind of qualities. I would. You think so?

"I'm not as weird as I enjoy it with my own personality -"

The bud grenade answers without hesitation as he fishes the book on the bookshelf.

That's right, there were some old books that I didn't even see at Lilong School.

"I mean, don't have fun. Tell him I'm a common man"

The sprouts took out some books and sat back in the chair that was there. A chair that is poorly placed, but with different elasticity. Bud Grey also thought it was a swallowing dish that he would definitely want in the student club room at Lilong School.

"Then say it now, but it's too late. Do you think it's easy to convince the common people and the people outside this room that it's next to Qinzo Holy Night?

That's what Holy Night said to self-derision somewhere.

"You're the same person who did it as me. You know what I'm talking about? It's only a story if you do the Tojo sprouts. I don't care what you do."

Holy Night did not see the face of the bud grenade. That gaze had been thrown in some other direction.

"Qin Zao Holy Night. My name is a kind of brand. Everyone wants it. Everyone falls down on me. The world is boring."

The bud grenade didn't open the cover of the book he tried to read.

I know how Holy Night feels.

But that's not why it's cheaply empathetic.

The world that the bud grenade was looking at was not always the same as the world that he was looking at. And bud grenades are people who disappeared early from the world.

The bud grenade stroked the cover of the book.

"Isn't that splendid?"

"... what?

Holy Night frowns at statements from above. But the bud grenade went on to say the word without worrying about that either.

"Not everyone can keep the brand's value. No matter how powerful a parent is, there's no way a child can inherit it it just like that. Then wouldn't it be a lot easier to treat the brand and sell it as evidence that you've worked hard in that boring world -?

That's all Bud Grey said and opened the cover of the book. I don't particularly care how Holy Night reacts. It's not sympathy or anything. This is just a bud grenade feeling.

Holy Night laughed with a hoot of nose.

"I guess so."

The air in the Secret Service was just a little mild.

"Uh, Tsuman. Holy night guy, you're such a farce."

Behind the library, Shin shrugged so as he looked out the window.

Makoto seemed to find what was going on in the noisy school a heartfelt bore.

"Master Shin? What's wrong with you?

A female student in front of her looked worried about Makoto.

Makoto returns to his usual smile and turns around.

"Nothing. Even though Haruhi and I are together like this, there are other things to think about."

"That's what you've told other female students, isn't it?

"Found out?

Makoto tells without evil.

The female student, called Haruhi, looked dissatisfied with Makoto's reaction and cautiously hugged him from the front.

"Master Shin"

"What?"

"School's been making a scene lately, isn't it? Though it seems more cause to be next door to the Holy Night...... Master Shin, do you know who that is?

There was a slight force in Haruhi's arm asking that. Shin being embraced was also sensitive to that whispering change in force application.

Makoto knows exactly how Haruhi feels.

No matter what kind of greeting you say before, the real deal is that. I'm talking about Holy Night and bud grenades.

- That should be it, too.

Haruhi was a woman of holy night until last month. No, it would be much closer like a pawn than a woman.

Poor princess who was only used and tired of being dumped.

Makoto picks up what he discards on Holy Night.

Never get his hands on anything he likes or seems to like.

When he throws it away, I'll pick it up for you.

So is this woman named Haruhi.

"Mm-hmm. You know, a bad bug stuck on Holy Night. Looks like Holy Night's in trouble, too. Haruhi, will you do something about it?

Makoto says so and smiles and sees Haruhi. Haruhi reached for Shin's cheek, dyeing her cheeks.

"If it's for Shin. But I don't like the reward unless it's paid in advance."

"Of course."

Makoto said so and grabbed Haruhi's hand touching her cheek, pulling her hips all the way towards herself.

Makoto looks down at Haruhi.

The scratching of a once abandoned woman is ugly and funny.

Shin mouthed Haruhi as he was.

There's nothing in Shin's eyes that just opened up.

"You get dumped on Holy Night soon too... then I'll pick you up"

Did you whine or just think in your heart?

Makoto's words never reached anyone.