Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The chimes that mark the beginning of the second day of the cultural festival echo the school building.

The repair, which the students in group F struggled with and found difficult even for a day, was progressing much better than expected.

But I'm not ready to open Group F.

The face of the F group of students becomes cloudy with the signal of the beginning and the pleasant voice of the visitors echoing the school building.

Some customers came first to Group F by yesterday's high ratings, but the story is particularly troublesome because they aren't looking for officers like other classes, and unprepared Group F doesn't have the ability to retain customers.

The customer legs won yesterday will soon be far away.

I went back to shaking it out again.

When you actually see your guests go home disappointed, your regrets are still solicited and the movement of the students in group F.

"Yes, it won't get dark"

In the meantime, the bud grenade slaps his hand punched and cuts off the nearly darkened air. The voice is a budding, non-billowing voice, as usual.

"Even yesterday I couldn't make it out, because I was able to take third place on the waves from around noon. If we can fix it by noon, we can afford it. - Okay, committee chairman."

The bud grenade turns the chairman of the committee with a bucket. Then the committee chairman smiled and nodded, "Let's do our best to be able to open the store at noon," and just like when the interim announcement was made, the students in group F said, "Ooh!" He showed his motivation out loud.

"Bud grenade"

"Maiko. How about decorating?

To Maiko, who ran over to the bud grenade, the bud grenade asks. Maiko is in charge of decorating the women's group.

"Somehow, yeah. I can't do the same thing as the old one, but I hope it doesn't look ugly enough to create an atmosphere."

"That's right, Maiko"

The bud grenade smiles. Even if the bud grenades were in Maiko's position, they would have been able to apply decorations equal to or greater than Maiko's. However, the bud grenade praises him because he thinks he is sincerely awesome, so he has no aversion to the word, and Maiko was honestly pleased.

"Instead, I'd better leave the table to everyone and start making sweets for you. Looks like the kitchen's cleaned up."

"Oh, really? Then I'll get the cooking tools."

Maiko receives the bucket that the bud grenade had, and the bud grenade leaves the classroom intact.

"Nan, Hara"

It was Takimoto who stopped the bud grenades leaving the classroom. It wasn't long before they called his name in that voice, and the bud grenades tried to distract his body, which was already out the hallway, and put him back inside the classroom only in his upper body.

"Takimoto-kun? What?"

The bud grenade asked with a smile like nothing.

With the same smile as then, Takimoto opens his mouth and closes again.

"Sorry... nothing"

Takimoto took his eyes off the bud grenade, after all, and went mixed with a group of men who were working hard.

The bud grenade laughed just a little lonely, and now it's time to leave the classroom.

Gaya, gaya.

Walk fast down a crowded hallway.

First, a few steps from the classroom, in front of the E queue, the bud grenade sighed. Even though it hasn't been long since we started, the Fortune Hall, which has won more than yesterday's grand queue, is just fine.

It seems that the Tarot fortune of Fengyayi Shotaro often hits. And because he teaches his classmates an easy way of tarot divination, so does just tarot divination for the students in the class. In addition, Shotaro himself uses only a little hypnosis to discuss the problem and solve the problem, so it can be said that it is naturally popular.

The bud grenade, who realized he couldn't get through here, turns back on his heels in an attempt to go another way.

"Tsukuhara-Ra."

I heard a high voice on the ear of a bud grenade with its back to the queue, on the nose peculiar to women, exactly from within that queue. The bud grenade immediately looks back and opens his eyes.

"Mr. Watanabe..."

The bud grenade looks at one of the large queues in group E and stretches his face. In front of me was Natsumi Watanabe dressed in the costume she deserved for that year's high school girl with makeup so dark that she seemed to be lining up in front of the music room. She was a former classmate who was reunited during the summer vacation when she helped Fengya with her homework.

"Hey, F-group, right? Your class."

Natsumi ran over to the bud grenade, trying to get out of the queue of E groups that were lined up and talk to old friends who were as if they were close. Of course, it's an act because one of Natsumi's surroundings stays in the queue in her place.

Natsumi's eyes glowed as the bud grenade snorted.

"I knew it!

"... after all?

The bud grenade whisks his eyebrows.

"'Cause you were being vandalized, weren't you? Two years, Group F."

……

"... were you vandalized?

"... wasn't he just unprepared?

Natsumi's voice is loud, and Natsumi's words reach the ears of outside people lining up in Group E. The bud grenade quietly denied it so that things wouldn't get bigger.

"No."

"I don't mind lying. I just heard from Li Long's friend."

Natsumi raises one eyebrow and says pleasantly. Bud Grey didn't want to talk to Natsumi any more. So I cut up the conversation and just try to go to the family department to get the cookware.

But Natsumi grabbed the arm of the budding grenade so that the budding grenade would not escape from the spot.

"Don't wait. Bad feelings are the same, you."

"Still... can I help you?

The bud grenade tells with a strong expression.

Then Natsumi laughed niggardly and opened her eyes that the bud grenade had gone away.

"You're a real plague god, aren't you? They roughed up my class because of you, didn't they?

"... it"

"I've been running away because of you, but even Li Long (...) Mi, what do you hate?

Natsumi's voice sounds.

The outsiders began to ear punch with Kosokoso after seeing how the sprouts and Natsumi were doing.

"I feel sorry for you in group F. You ruined my class opening."

Natsumi stares at the bud grenade with sympathetic eyes.

The bud grenade couldn't speak well on that face I used to look at.

"We..."

"It's not ruined"

A firm voice echoed down the hallway scratching off the likely vanishing voice of the bud grenade.

"Gejong, kun"

Shotaro rounded his eyes as surprised to see Shotaro coming out of Group E in good time. Shotaro broke into two other people near the door of his class without worrying about the appearance of such budding grenades.

"Or Shotaro Gejong!?

Turning her voice upside down, Natsumi happily held her mouth down with both hands. Natsumi dyes her cheeks at the appearance of Shotaro, one of the aesthetic officers she is looking for, which is why she was deliberately lined up in Group E.

"Group F has not been vandalized. I'm just late for prep."

Shotaro, however, took no interest in Natsumi's adorable reaction and coughed up and returned to the conversation.

"And because my friend said so. That's not what I think, is it?

In order for Shotaro to make a statement that would shelter the bud grenades, Natsumi began to change her attitude openly again, just as she had one day. But Shotaro is not the kind of man who would be fooled by such a mendacious act. It's counterproductive to behave like a woman hater Shotaro before that.

"I don't know what's going on with the rumors, but I'm having trouble getting you to say something too unsolicited"

Shotaro tells you without changing one complexion.

The words of the vice president of the student council and those of external students who are not students, which people believe in, were obvious.

The people in the hallway, who were only hearing the cocksucking voices, also shouted "Nah," and immediately began to cling to the fun again.

"... eh"

Natsumi's gaze around her hurt, and her face turned bright red and disappeared into the crowd to hide.

"Sorry for making such a scene...... Gejong-kun"

The bud grenade opens its mouth as it leans down.

In Shotaro's eyes, such a budding grenade appearance overlaps with a frightening budding grenade appearance in the dark student club room, seen only once before.

"I have to go to the family department."

Shotaro grabbed Shotaro's hand, not letting go of the bud grenades that wrapped around the air he couldn't imagine relying on more than usual.

"and…"

"Nanhara, come"

Shotaro didn't even care about the noise around him, and took the bud grenade to the stairs.

Through the crowded ground floor entrance, Shotaro and Shotaro came to the hallway with the family department and infirmary.

We got to where we wanted, but we didn't know why Shotaro was here with us, and the bud grenade tilted his neck.

"Are you all right?

Shotaro asks that before the bud grenade opens its mouth.

The bud grenade leaked his voice low, "Ah," and laughed sorry.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. I'm sorry, he looked so pathetic."

The bud grenade sighed so that he could shudder at himself.

"Is that... do you know him, or what?

I wasn't willing to pry.

But I don't lie about wanting to hear it, and the words go out of my mouth on their own. I tried to ask him if he was a friend, but from the earlier exchange I thought it would never be possible, and Shotaro chose the words.

"Primary and secondary schools were the same."

"Right..."

"Gejong-kun"

Shotaro looked up at Shotaro. Shotaro's budding grenade eyes shake slightly.

"... where were you listening?

Shotaro hesitates to say just a few words when Shotaro asks in a small voice. But I didn't think it was possible for me to spit a lie or a lump on my bud grenade opponent, and I exhaled.

"From around where you were told that you were a plague god or something."

Shotaro told him, the bud grenade grinned bitterly and murmured "Sooka" as he knew.

"You have to hold on, don't you? I can't bother my class any more."

"Because of you..."

Shotaro stopped trying to say. "It's not the bud grenade." And that's easy. But that's half true and half lies. And most importantly, Shotaro realized that Shotaro himself realized why his class was being vandalized.

Seeing Shotaro choosing the words, Bud Grey laughed gently.

"Look, Gejong-kun needs to go back too. You're gonna lose another interim announcement, aren't you?

Shotaro shoots Shotaro's shoulder.

Shotaro then grabbed that bud grenade hand and pulled it toward him to face it.

"Nanwon"

"What..."

"I don't have a problem with roughers anymore. It's all settled."

The brow of the bud grenade rises. Shotaro's words made sense, and Shotaro's expression clouded again.

All the officers searched for the killer for the bud grenade. And they worked things out. It's a joy, but it's a pain in the ass that's annoyed everyone.

"So don't look like that"

Shotaro says so and slowly removes his glasses.

"Even if it's your fault, you're not bad. Never blame yourself."

Hypnosis induction does not work on bud grenades. Still, Shotaro does that because that's the full mundane (...) Shotaro can sprout for you.

The bud grenade tumbled behind his nose and leaned reflectively.

It all breaks because of me. So I have to do something about it. Always that's the reality of keeping up with bud grenades, and the only solution to that was to find it out of hand.

But the bud grenade never wanted to get out of hand this time, and then the other way around, the rush grew. I didn't want to be enlightened about such a useless self and I couldn't help but show my energy, but even then, if I got slapped a little, I'd collapse into Gudagda.

As always, bud grenades feel painful when they are weak.

"Poor thing, really."

"Nanhara?"

Shotaro stares worryingly at the snubbing bud grenade with a fine voice.

Shotaro's call is not met by bud grenades.

And I breathed heavily as it was.

"Ohhhhhh!

The bud grenade suddenly screams out loud, and Shotaro flashes.

"Nan, Hara?

Shoutaro called the name of the dreaded Shoutaroo, still leaning even as he stopped screaming.

Then the bud grenade smiled relaxed as usual and gave her a face.

"Yeah, it's refreshing"

"What?"

Shotaro grinned when he saw the upset shotaro.

"Gejong-kun"

"What..."

"You'll never lose."

Shotaro looks straight into Shotaro's eyes and tells him. Those eyes aren't shaking anymore. The usual, beautiful eyes that Shotaro won't burn.

"Right."

Shotaro says so and re-hangs his glasses, pointing his feet at his class.

"Thanks for everything, Gejong."

Shotaro says so toward Shotaro's back and disappears inside the family department.

Shotaro slowly looks back and squeezes his shoulders like trouble.

"That's this line, you idiot."

Shotaro muttered small and disappeared into a noisy wave of cultural festivals.