Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The sprouts return to the party venue with Tojo.

It was also the first time in ten years that the two of us had walked side by side.

"Are you sure? Mr. Nanhara (...)"

If you've taken a step outside the room, bud grenades and tojo are the others in red already. Tojo's eyes were only a little red now that his tear glands had settled, and Tojo's voice, which he called "Mr. Nanhara," still seemed lonely. Still, the groove that was between the two of them began to fill, and there was no worry there.

"Yeah, nice to meet you. Dear Tojo (...)"

That's what the sprouts say and gently bow their heads to Tojo. The appearance of bud grenades laughing at Tojo was very similar to that of a grenade. But budding grenades are not grenades. On Tojo's chest staring at the bud grenade, pride and joy - only his affection as a daughter was properly engraved.

"Now, give me your hand"

Tojo offers his hand to the bud grenade. The sprouts took his hand by hanging.

Light music rings in the venue.

Dance time had already begun. Officers are dancing with substitute ladies and madams. Of course, the female hater glasses broke out as soon as possible and strayed into a group of non-dancing men who would harden into the corner of the venue.

"... that? Doesn't Master Qin Zao dance?

Coming to drink water during the dance with Madam, she asks so much when she finds the highest ranked boy in the group who is not dancing. A slight sweat seeped into the foreheads of the men around him who overheard it.

Holy nights don't dance in party seats. Few knew why.

"Hahaha. Nobody invites me, so I can't dance if I want to. Chairman of the Divine Generation"

The Holy Night answers with a smile, but the glass with the water in his hand made a missy noise.

"Really? Master Qin Zao can't dance, can he? That's unfortunate."

"Dance (...) No, not dance (...), Chairman Shinji. I want you to understand exactly what words mean."

"I'm sorry about this. It's great to point out the details."

"Yeah, 'cause that's where we stand"

Even though the narrative is both calm, the air on the spot is trembling horrible. Shotaro, who watched how it went, sighed and Makoto looked desperate to laugh behind the Holy Night.

Of course, it's only in their minds that the boy under the heavens is scattered around saying, "I really want to kill him," or that the elite student chairman wants to "punch his gaze out of the top," etc.

Such a spark splashing venue instantly bothers me.

Everyone who wasn't dancing or in the middle of dancing had their gaze on the stage.

"Tojo-sama and Li-long's girl."

It was Tojo and Bud Grenade who showed up on stage.

Only the main guests can dance onstage. Tojo, who can be positioned as its guest of honor, chose her partner in the dance as the beautiful girl from Lilong School, Bud Grey.

No one complains about Tojo's choice. Sprouts wrapped themselves around it just to keep them from complaining.

"Bud Grey......"

Fengya, who was being handled by Madame for dancing, smiles unintentionally when she sees a bud grenade smiling happily on stage.

Officers, Holy Night and Makoto all looked at the bud grenade on stage and put a grin on nature and its face. The bud grenade standing on stage looked so happy that it made everyone smile.

Bud grenades and Tojo lean against each other as they gaze all over the venue. Tojo's hand turned to Tojo's waist, and Tojo's hand rested on Tojo's shoulder.

In conjunction with the gentle waltz music, once you move your body, its legs will never stop again.

Shortly after I started dancing, my gaze all over the venue was nailed to just one bud grenade, not Tojo.

Steps and rhythms, graceful movements that do not disturb.

Sophisticated ladies fall in love with their fat uncles with their eyes at professional dances. It's enough to dye its cheeks thin and red to the point of sighing the same age.

A supple bud grenade limb equals a kind of art.

"What the hell is that girl..."

At the temptation of the venue, there is only one person with a laugh of ridicule - the man who can best dance waltz in this venue.

"That woman is serious... it's not like this"

The little Shin whine reaches firmly into Holy Night's ear.

Tojo's dance is more beautiful than ever. You should have been knocked in as a Tojo. That's natural. But Tojo's lead doesn't make it out of the beauty of bud grenades.

When the bud grenade and Tojo hands separated and the two stopped pitifully, the venue was wrapped in great cheer.

"Fantastic!"

"Again, I'd love to see it!

Equal to an encore, a quiet wish boils from all over the venue.

Dancing with the admirer I had even dreamed of - the bud grenade that finished it looked very clear.

"... budding grenade"

He stares at the sprouts so he can scorch. The bud grenade standing on the stage is like a distant person... But that was above understanding, and there is no regret in it. So without a single blink, he had burned the figure of the beautiful bud grenade into his eyes until the end.

"Nanhara-san..."

I stare at the bud grenade thinking the exact same thing to my advantage. Shotaro, Fengya and Lailao were all watching about the bud grenades.

And at the same time, I want to see more of the beauty of the bud grenades.

"... Holy Night?

I'll pick up the microphone where Holy Night is in the corner of the venue. Makoto stares surprised at how it is, but Holy Night does not answer that gaze. Ignoring the uplifting venue, the Holy Night switched on the microphone.

'Gentlemen, what do you think? Dance of my invitee, student council officer at Lilong School, Nanhara Bud Grey - wouldn't you like to see more?

In the words of Holy Night, the bud grenade raises an eyebrow. Immediately, I turned my gaze to the Holy Night under the stage.

"... Mr. Qin Zao?

The bud grenade looked strangely at the Holy Night.

The venue is so excited about the words of Holy Night that it is eager for a bud grenade dance. Seeing that reaction, it was obvious without being told that Holy Night would make the bud grenade dance another song. So the bud grenade moves its legs again in an attempt to face Tojo...

"So long, Nanhara. Underneath the Stage '

"... Huh?

In the words of the Holy Night, bud grenades give a voice of surprise. At the same time, the venue was bothered again.

"I'd like you to show your best dance to Nanahara and my partner there, Makoto Tsuhara."

The word surprised me more than anyone else in person. Makoto, who heard the words of the Holy Night, was astonished and watchful. Such a prudent face is rarely visible.

'That's good, right? President Tojo'

Holy Night pays the greatest respect and turns to Tojo for his final judgment. If Tojo nods, that's a decision. Once again the Holy Night uttered the Word after confirming the consent of Tojo.

"Both of you, go to the center of the venue"

At the same time that Holy Night switched off the microphone, Makoto finally understood the situation by saying, "Holy Night!," he protests. But the gaze of the Holy Night at a glance at Makoto does not say whether or not.

"You're the one who can't maximize the beauty of bud grenades. I don't want you to dance with me or anything. Just show me the best bud grenades... that's all."

Holy Night whispers in its ears as it passes beside Makoto. But what a faithful servant the true heart of the Holy Night, Makoto, was a prospect.

"Wind, are you okay?

As the venue stirred up, Lailuo rushed to the wind first. Thanks to a shocking development, no one is around the wind now. When it came to bud grenades and Shin, Lailuo spoke out worryingly to the most desolate and insane wind.

"It's not okay at all."

Back to back with words, Fengya is very calm. Only envy left the colour in the windy eyes alternating between bud grenades and Shin heading to the center of the venue.

"But even if I dance with Bud Grey, I'm just going to be trampled by Bud Grey.... and I'd like to see more of her beautiful budding grenade."

That's what Fengya says and laughs at him. That smile is never sunny. But the wind and grace were not wrong.

"You've grown, Wind"

"Stop talking like your mother."

Fengya and Lailuo laugh at the usual voice hanging like that.

In the same place, bud grenades and Shin were opposite each other at the center of the venue.

"The second son of the Habara family, right..."

"Master Qin Zao said that, can you dance to that female student...?

The gaze directed at the bud grenade is curiosity, the gaze directed prudently is contempt. The gaze received was almost the opposite of when two people were walking in the city. In a public place like this, no one thinks a lot about Makoto.

Especially this party is also attended by the "Outstanding Trail Son of the Hagihara Family". The title Shin bears, "The Prodigal Son of the House of Shinhara", is deeply inscribed.

"Shinohara..."

"Nanhara."

Makoto blocks the bud grenade's voice. Shin does like a prince while kneeling (kneeling first) in front of a bud grenade and offers his hand to the bud grenade.

"Can you dance with me? Beautiful Princess."

With the same grin that made small fools of people, Makoto asks the bud grenade. Thanks to you, I also ruined my remarks.

"Pleasure"

Without being nervous, the bud grenade takes Shin's hand with a full grin. They don't need a romance in the form of a new one.

Bud grenades and Shin dance waltz.

This time, however, the waltz is different from the English waltz where the bud grenade danced with Tojo. A more challenging waltz with an exceptionally fast song tempo than an English waltz - Venice waltz.

But no matter how hard it is, there is no dance for the two of us to dance. If you move your legs and start moving your arms, the two of you will easily be united with the flow of the song.

Sprouts and Shin danced with pleasure at that waltz that kept spinning. Inside and Outside - Slipping your own foot close to the other person's foot until critical will not entangle that foot in any way.

Beautiful movements and expressions, all two performances, that lead each other to heights.

"... Dear Shin"

Even "The Prodigal Son" can't help but fall in love with the look of a lady who knows prudence to dance gracefully in La Faust.

"... I've never seen a dance like this"

And the celebrities who had cautiously turned their contempt gaze on them would instantly reconsider their thoughts on prudence if they saw that dance.

Beautiful by then. Much more breathtaking dance than when we danced in La Fausto. Beautiful dance for everyone to spare the end...

"Mr. Hagiwara."

"What?"

While dancing, Shoots and Shin exchange words.

"Thank you, necklace"

When the bud grenade told him so, Shin's eyebrows rose only slightly. Spinning with Shin's arms, the bud grenade looked right at Shin's face like that.

"... I can't hear you at all"

Makoto says so and laughs lightly.

Don't tell the truth - Shin instead entertained the bud grenade with his best lead.

The best dance anyone can admit...

When the two legs stopped and the dance was over, the whirlpool of applause surrounded the bud grenade and Shin.

Until now, Makoto had felt the admiration of not being bathed more than a bud grenade.

The fun party, which seemed long and short, is almost over.

"I'd like to dance with the bud grenades," said Boy and Uncle, who were impressed by the dance with Shin, stuffed by the bud grenades. Of course, the same thing is happening with caution. Still, the bud grenade was a good excuse and declined all invitations.

The bud grenade dance partner has already been booked. Promises that have not been exchanged in particular, but that naturally exist, cannot be overridden by anyone.

"Ru, let's dance"

He reaches out to Lailuo, and the bud grenade takes his hand without getting lost. The bud grenade laughed at Lailuo as he danced the easy blues.

"Come Ro, make up...... you got it, me"

When the bud grenade told him so, Lailao replied softly, "Yes," and smiled back at the bud grenade.

"Well, we have to make a toast with apple juice"

Lailuo says so happily, trying to send the bud grenade hand away and letting go.

The next person to grab a bud grenade's hand was Shotaro, who decided never to dance with a woman.

"Can I dance with Gejong?"

"... don't ask me anything more now"

Shotaro turned to the bud grenade who deliberately said such a thing and replied. Shotaro and I can dance because it's a bud grenade. But Shotaro would never say that.

"What are you laughing at"

"Nothing. I'm just glad to hear it."

That's what Bud Grey said and gave him his usual swallowing smile. Shotaro's face starts dyeing red on the bud-shouldered, haunted smile he's finally seen.

"Ki, you..."

"Gejong-kun, it's a long time"

Shotaro accidentally pulled the bud grenade's hand off the gap.

Brake to avoid falling advantageously, and bud grenade restarts the steps intact. Advantage touched the lower back of the bud grenade softly, and the bud grenade also put his hand on the advantageous shoulder.

"Nanhara. He was good at piano."

When the advantage tells him quietly, the bud grenade looks up just a little bit and says, "Is that true?" and ask back. So the advantage was "I was good," he answered, looking firmly into the bud grenade's eyes again.

"Thanks. But Langdo is so cool about Japanese knives."

Bud grenade tells me it's cool, and the advantage shifts my gaze just a little embarrassingly. But I quickly returned to my sober face, and the advantage opened my mouth.

"Because... you can't beat Nanahara"

To the advantageous answer, the bud grenade is just a little surprised. But the bud grenade smiled happily knowing exactly what the advantageous word meant. So the advantage is to softly take your hands off the bud grenade hips. If you look behind you with that intention, Fengya would have stood there.

"Lian Yue Kun"

The bud grenade puts his hand on the shoulder of the wind. Fengya clutched the hand of the budding grenade with her hand on the back of the budding grenade only slightly anxiously.

"Bud Grey, welcome back"

Fengya laughed happily when she saw the face of the bud grenade. There is always "Welcome Back" after "Go". Believe that, Fengya dropped off the bud grenade. That was the same with the bud grenades.

"I'm home."

Believing I could say that, the bud grenade moved on. I talked to everyone then. "I'm going" and "You're going" are bound to come back here - it was an implicit promise.

The unspoiled but initial dance is a nostalgic memory of bud grenades and wind elegance.

"I'm sorry if I stepped on your feet."

"I'll have them replaced immediately."

That's the same conversation as the Late Night Festival of Culture. The two laughed when they felt they could have gone back to the two of them then.

Fun bud grenade ears hear one partner left.

"Bud grenade"

When he hears the voice, Fengya releases the hand of the bud grenade as if it were a remnant. Touching his fingertips to the end, Fengya sent a bud grenade.

Of course you can pull the hand of the sprouts around Kurli.

The unfamiliar dance is elegant. I guess that's surprising, but nothing surprised me more than a bud grenade.

"... got it right, got it?

"Yeah.... because I have the strongest ally"

In response to the question, the bud grenade replies with a slight trick. Listening to the bud grenade reply, he snarled his throat with pleasure to draw the bud grenade hips.

"bud ho...... thanks for coming back"

The voice of the jaws echoes in the ears of the bud grenades. As he was truly relieved, he conveyed his sincere joy to the bud grenade.

I'm too happy for that word to come up with a worthy one that I can return. So bud grenades just smile. I didn't need words or anything to understand the thought of bud grenades.

The thinly giggled pomegranate let go of his bud grenade hand and carried the bud grenade back to Lai Luo.

Tojo, staring at the fun bud grenade, disappears behind the stage with a happy face. In conjunction with the gentle sound of enveloping, the bud grenades kept dancing all the way to the end of the party.