Reiryuu Academy Student Council

Summer nights, the days are long, and the sky is already dark.

Originally, it is the celebrity way to go to resorts and villas and spend this kind of summer vacation elegantly.

But celebrities beyond degrees no longer had the tie of a student, and it was just a heavy responsibility to push them over.

"... let it go. Oh... the new project thing is going to work.... what? Take it for granted."

Towards the smartphone, Holy Night spat those words in a grumpy mood.

The person on the phone is the visitor of the Holy Night, who is moving by Father's command. Holy Night was there earlier, and he bothered to call to confirm Orien's results regarding a new project for the company under his responsibility.

"... tell the chairman everything will work out.... I'm tired. If you don't need me, I'll hang up now."

That being said, Holy Night cut off the call and threw a smartphone around it.

For the Holy Night, dealing with the man on whom the Father's breath rests is so cramped and stuffy. Everything felt flawed by the Father, and just thinking about it was not uncomfortable for Holy Night.

"Chairman…?"

Holy Night laughs ridiculously.

When I was hearty, I called him "Chairman" about my father. No, not exactly. When I was mindful, Holy Night did not yet know the Father existed. It was at the time of Holy Night that my consciousness as a trace of Qin Zao sprouted up, when the person whom my entourage, who took care of the Holy Night, called me Chairman, found out that my father was Chairman before the Father by that time for the Holy Night.

Mother is a free man, traveling all over the world. I've heard rumors about making things like local husbands all over there, but what was actually there for her was enough to count the words exchanged in a few degrees.

There is so much resistance to the word parents that formally they are more distant to parents than others in red for the Holy Night.

No and Holy Night answers if asked if that is sad. Because that's 'natural' to him.

That's what it means to reign as a retrieval of the Qin Zao treasury that everyone admires.

"Ha... dull"

Recently, work continued and I was getting tired. I want to call someone and hit this fatigue and frustration. Such thoughts grow stronger every day. But no woman the Holy Night didn't call, so it should have been extremely easy to do so.

"... don't. I've had one..."

There's only one exception that always comes to mind when you think about this. The Holy Night rubbed her sweet eyes, and she grinned.

Holy Night Himself, I've never thought of anything as silly as wanting to be someone else, even if I don't like my position.

Yet lately, I've been thinking about it a lot.

"... I want to see you, really"

I want a student council officer by the bud grenade to take his place for just a moment -.

Brilliant and beautiful La Faust School.

That's just a story about the outside walls of the school.

Teng himself, who is destroying exactly that image with his own hands inside the school, thought of such a thing as if it were other personnel.

"Dear Shin...? I don't like what you find."

Shin was still seeing a different lady today in the library.

"Sorry, sorry"

Makoto says so and kisses the lady. Because it said I wanted you to do that to the lady's face.

"If Shin already..."

It's funny because I'm happy to say that, and I'm still thinking something horrible inside.

Only this man won't disturb my heart no matter what. Makoto himself can say that with confidence.

Even if their opponents are the thinkers of the man who reigns at the top of our La Faust school, they will not waver in any way.

I was thinking of pushing that on my own.

"Dear Shin, when will you be able to come here with me next?

"Uh-huh. Maybe three months from now, huh? I'll call you when I know."

"We've been waiting a long time..."

Makoto returns it with his usual grin to the girl who appeals to cuteness with upliftment. And send her the best kiss that means "goodbye" again.

"Bye ~"

Makoto fixes only a few messy clothes and leaves the library one foot early.

Holy Night comes to school today from day to day. Looking forward to what kind of stupidity the Holy Night we would meet for a long time would bring, Makoto headed to the Secret Service with a light foothold.

"Holy Night! Long time! You're in a great mood, aren't you?

That's how he opened the door with wazza and high tension, and Makoto came to Holy Night.

"Ugh."

Holy night was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room, which was in a fixed position.

Speaking of grumpy replies, the Holy Night welcomed prudence with a calming reaction. In Makoto's prediction, the Holy Night was supposed to irrationally creep me out by throwing the cushion there with tremendous momentum on my face and saying, "Go home, don't show your face again," but Makoto felt inadequate on the Holy Night, which we will see for a long time.

"Huh. Oh, my God, what are you looking at?

Makoto picked up the personal belongings of Holy Night scattered all over the Secret Service.

"Matchmaking pictures?

Makoto opened inside and almost laughed when he saw a picture of a pretty cute girl in a kimono.

If it's the usual Holy Night, I don't even look forward to saying "dispose of it all," what kind of blow is it?

Probably a matchmaking photo of what Holy Night seems to be in the hands of right now. Makoto turned behind the Holy Night looking at it with a little interest, wondering how much he liked it.

And looking at the pictures of Holy Night watching, and the little pictures laying on top of the matchmaking pictures for more details, Makoto rounded his eyes for a moment, and immediately exhaled a great sigh.

"Holy Night..."

Makoto called his fame with a grudging voice, and Holy Night finally realized that Makoto was behind it.

"Nah...... yah"

To hide his surprise, he immediately returns to a calm tone, and the Holy Night turns his gaze cautiously. Makoto flaunted his shoulders and snatched a picture of Holy Night staring at him like it mattered.

"Have you lost your mind making out with this girl? The fatigue of the Holy Night is also the limit..."

What's pictured there is a bud grenade sitting alone at a night club.

"Shit. Well, give it back."

"Yes, sir. You don't have to tell me."

Makoto flips Hira's hand and returns the picture on Holy Night. However, it was a matter of concern to Shin where he obtained the photograph of what he had returned.

"How did you take that? Can't you imagine Holy Night taking pictures?

"TV stations always come at night clubs, huh? I thought if I did it, it would stay on some footage... so I found it and printed it out."

Holy Night put the photo in Slack's pocket, looked discreet and laughed niggardly.

"I don't know what to say, but there's no more footage. He told me to destroy them all."

The Holy Night told him about it with caution, and he lay down on the couch with a stretch.

Makoto sits lightly on the back of the couch and looks down at the Holy Night.

"I don't know, Nanhara-chan's picture. That's why I think this matchmaker is cuter, huh?

"If I do, I'll do it to you. It."

Makoto pointed the matchmaking photograph, which is beautifully laminated, at Holy Night, but Holy Night told him not to look at it either and to close his tired remaining eyes.

"Well, I certainly didn't see Nanahara at the night club. Humans can change that much ~ …"

"What are you talking about, asshole? That's who he is. By the way... I should have stayed here..."

Holy Night reaches for the ceiling and squeezes his fist. He was groaning at his carelessness when he vomited without force and said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Seeing such a holy night Makoto laughs with pleasure.

The old Holy Night would have ordered carefully, without any stray, whatever the impossibility. But now, the Holy Night doesn't do so because he's choosing to behave like no bud grenade.

Only for a moment can you enjoy watching the holy night you are Uzi. Such a holy night is not a holy night.

Makoto leaves the couch and heads to the Secret Service door.

"Holy Night"

"What?

"The opportunity to come down just waiting isn't real."

Saying that with a rare and serious face, Makoto left the room.

"Don't hang on... asshole"

My pity stands out just because I feel cautiously held back and I know what Makoto thinks.

Stunned by himself, Holy Night leaked a dry laugh.

In the car heading home, Holy Night stares out the window beautifully.

- It's not real to have a chance to come down just waiting.

The Holy Night recalls many times the words carefully spoken.

I only solicit thoughts every day that I can't help, and this frustration and tiredness is really all just an excuse.

No matter how much you think, there's only one way to do something about this thought. You don't have to be careful. I know everything.

"Would you stop by for a second, please?

He pressed the speaker's switch leading to the driver's seat and told the driver on Holy Night.

Makoto's shoe sounds across La Fausto's spacious hallway.

"I'm super sweet after all."

Makoto says that with pleasure. There was still a grin on that face, but it was a little lonely.

The thoughts of the Holy Night are much purer and deeper than themselves. Then it is only natural to support it.

Still, just a little bit, I'd like someone to say, "That's great."

But there's no way that such a thought of prudence can reach anyone, and Makoto has one spare moment.

The tips, tricks, and sounded shoes disappear without any foretaste for a while. That meant Makoto stopped.

"Nevertheless..."

Makoto had a rare bitter laugh.

Remove one photo from your chest pocket and exhale a subtle sigh of twitchy half-laughter halves.

"He said he's doing the same thing as Holy Night... while I'm at it, it's a masterpiece, right? Really."

The picture is the same as the one where Holy Night looked important, with a slight angle difference.

"I'm perfectly sick too..."

One person muttered about it and Shin started walking again without a destination.

The car with the Holy Night stops. It took me hours to get there - Lilong School.

Lilong School, which is just beginning its new semester, is currently in the test period, with some returning as soon as the test is complete, while others remain in the classroom to study.

Although it's good to be here to see you, I don't even know if this leaves anyone in school who wants to see you.

"Dear Holy Night, I don't have much time for you either, so please hurry..."

The driver tells. At dusk, he was scheduled to show his face at the main house of Qin Zao. I really don't have time to sell oil here.

"I get it."

Still, I missed you and slowly got out of the car on Holy Night with a few possibilities.

The time left, the Holy Night, decided to put his back at the gate and wait for the thinker.

I also thought for a moment about getting into school. But I had to stay in front of the gate, wondering if the officers would find me, I'm sure they wouldn't let me see her.

The students, who rarely come out of the school building, look round about the Holy Night. Even if you know the name of Qinzo Holy Night, not many people even know its face. However, I have visited Lilong School several times, so I guess there are quite a few things that Holy Night can tell as that "Cao Su of the Qinzo Treasury".

"Handsome......"

"Isn't that student council level?

"That sucks to have money or something."

Passing before the Holy Night, the female students look back on the Holy Night several times and say that with Bosoboso. Holy Night is no less than a student council. Of course there can't be any noise around.

Nothing has ever been easier for a Holy Night than a woman's relationship. Yet...

"If he'd done it as simple as this, yes, he would."

Think about that. But soon Holy Night denied the crude thought that came to my mind: "Don't do it".

If she's a simple woman, I'm not liking Holy Night.

"Either way, hell..."

Speak words in a sigh mix.

It was then that dozens of students passed by and began to wonder if they would ever see each other again.

"- What are you doing?

A girl appeared in front of herself in a momentary gap where she meditated on her eyes.

There's only one girl in the whole world who looks like this when she sees Holy Night.

The moment that voice reached my ear that I always wanted to hear, the thoughts I was straining melted.

"Especially for the burn..."

I had decided what to say when I met him. But when I had to see it in front of me, it didn't come to me at all, and all I could say was a toothless word.

Seeing such a holy night, the bud grenade cheeked like trouble.

"Anyway, if Kamiyo-kun finds you, you'll be expelled immediately."

The bud grenade grabs Holy Night's arm and walks out the gate. Look at the luxury car outside the gate and bud grenades get a little set up. The Holy Night laughed bitterly when I saw that.

"Don't worry. But I can't force you to take me. Now."

"You plan to do it later..."

The bud grenade half-eyed and sees the Holy Night. The Holy Night finally gave me my usual confident grin "of course".

"Mr. Tsuhara, you're not with us today, are you?"

"... missed you?

Looking around with the kyorokyoro, the bud grenade asks. When Shin's name came out of the mouth of the bud grenade, the voice of Holy Night was unconsciously low.

"No, I don't like that person."

The bud grenade answers with a full grin.

Hard to say a person clearly hates bud grenades so far. Makoto may be special to the bud grenade in a way. Even the Holy Night thinks about something I can't do about that.

"Oh, yeah."

Without even knowing that the Holy Night was boring, the bud grenades apparently remembered something and started fishing gossip in their bags.

"Yes, go away."

Simply packaged, the bud grenade gives it to Holy Night. All of a sudden the Holy Night turned its eyes round.

"Oh, my God, this"

"I gave it to you the other day... in return"

After I received my birthday present on Holy Night, I was prepared to give back to the bud grenade that I shouldn't have left it. Of course, I didn't know when I would see him, so I had to carry the present with me for a while.

"Birthday gifts or anything you think about, if you take it."

"That's not how it works. I mean, that. It's not that big of a deal. I can't thank you enough."

The bud grenade handed it to me on Holy Night. I grin bitterly pointing at it. Holy Night, curious as to what was in it, opened the present on the spot.

What came out of it was an elongated string made of multiple threads intertwined with a green tone.

……

"I knew it would be such a reaction."

The bud grenade laughs with pleasure when he sees the Holy Night looking strange at the gift.

"That's what I call misanga. Well, it's called promiscuity rings, and when you wear them with your wish, they make it happen."

The bud grenade takes it Holy Night has and stares at that misanga again.

"I didn't make it for the first time. It was pretty good, huh?

Bud grenade made it.

That's a gift you can't get anywhere.

"Arms, please let me out"

A bud grenade takes the arm of the Holy Night's dominant hand and ties that misanga he made himself to the wrist of Holy Night.

Holy Night stared lovingly at the nearby bud grenade.

"... oh dear"

When the Holy Night thanked him, the bud grenade was staring.

"... I thought they'd poke me back"

"Asshole. It's up to you."

Holy Night stares jizzily at the multiple intertwined strings wrapped around one's wrist.

"Take care of it for the rest of your life"

"... it doesn't mean I can't cut it."

The bud grenade laughed with a troubled face.

Seeing the gift wrapped around one's arms, the gaze of Holy Night moves to the arms of nature and bud grenades.

"Bracelet... put it on."

When Holy Night looked at the bud grenade's arm and squealed, bud grenade shook his arm hilariously.

"You can't just wear it to school. And I don't want to lose it."

The bud grenade laughed at the soldering.

The heart of the Holy Night is tightened up.

- I want to hug you.

The moment I thought so and tried to turn my hand around the back of the bud grenade...

"Dear Holy Night, it's time"

At his car a few meters away, the driver tells him that on Holy Night.

Holy Night shook the hand that turned on the back of the bud grenade cuddly, nodded to the driver and turned his eyes to the bud grenade again.

"I'll see you again"

"Please be on your way"

Holy Night laughs with a hoot of nose at the same reaction of bud grenades. Soon the moody thoughts and frustrations disappeared somewhere.

"Mr. Qin Zao"

The driver opens the door and the sprouts call off the Holy Night trying to get in the car. On the Holy Night when I turned around, the bud grenade said with a smile.

"Green misangas seem to have a healing effect."

With that said, the bud grenade turned his back on Holy Night and just headed home.

"Really, if you don't have one..."

I'm too happy to be in trouble.

The Holy Night when I got in the car looked serene.

The journey to the melancholy main house has nothing more to do with it.

The sweet warmth that wraps around my arms is supporting me. Just thinking so warmed the heart of Holy Night.