The conversation with Matsuda Sensei is over, and the bud grenade goes straight to the student council room. The student council room had an advantage. Apparently, the story of the jade ended earlier than the bud grenade.
"Good day, Nanhara"
"Obnoxious. Sorry, I'm late for my teacher's paperwork."
The bud grenade laughs with a troubled face as he sits in the seat in front of his advantageous eye.
All I had to do in the dossier room was get the necessary documents and their explanations, but Dr. Matsuda said, "I don't have enough documents! He began to panic and eventually went to the clerk's office to find documents.
"That was tough."
"I'm used to it. Even so, there aren't many today. Oh, the committee?
He said he was late, but only in favor of the student council room. When the bud grenade asked, the chairman's seat replied quietly, "Yes, it is."
"Shotaro and Lailao are in charge of the committee. So, Fengya... remedial"
A black aura informs me of Kazuya's remedial work. The bud grenade blues his face, advantageously listens to it with a calm face. The aura that I release this morning was completely different than when I only gave the bud grenade a supplementary notice of wind elegance.
Fengya and Shotaro somehow understand the meaning of what they were saying at noon, and Bud Grey smiles bitterly.
"But surely Lotus Moon has been studying in Nanahara's class lately, right?
"Yeah. I'm studying properly. So I'm guessing the next test is going to yield results."
When the bud grenade said so, he nodded yeah and advantageously. If bud grenades were to teach, the way the wind feels differently.
"I envy his simplicity."
That's what he said and pointed his gaze at the paperwork on his desk. The words sounded self-derisive to the bud grenades for some reason, even though they were often heard.
"Nanhara-san?
Bo and I call on the bud grenade staring at the chairman's seat to look just a little strange in his favor. Bud Grey laughed ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
After a while one paragraph into the job, the advantage lifted a pile of paperwork. Even though it is a luxurious figure, it is uncomfortable to see the movement of lifting a pile of books and files lightly over and over again.
"Well, I'll be submitting this."
"Oh. Please."
"There you go."
The bud drops off the advantages for the two of us.
It will take a little while for the advantages to return, as the documents you took in your favor will have to be taken to the clerk's office in each grade building.
The bud grenade slipped the pen in an effort to get some work done while the advantage was walking.
"That..."
On the way to hitting the calculator, the bud grenade clenches his neck as he glances at the paperwork. I don't have the amount of accounting on the paperwork and the bud grenades tap the calculator again but it still doesn't fit. Even arithmetic didn't fit, of course.
The bud grenade walked over to the chairman's seat with some very rare imperfections.
"Kamiyo-kun. This accounting is wrong."
"Oh, roger. It's been a long time since you've had a faulty document. I'll check with the office later."
He says "Thank you" and accepts it. And I looked at the printer next to the chairman's seat with a bow. I'm probably just printing the data that's in the USB right now.
If it's normal, I should be getting my hands on other jobs as well as printing them, but I still wondered how things were different from usual.
"Hmm, what's wrong?
To the bud grenade, which remains standing in front of the chairman's seat, he asks with his neck tied. Asked with a gentle face, the bud grenade replied, "Yeah......"
"Are you sure you're okay? Physical condition."
"Do I look so sick?
I laughed lightly at the bud grenade question and returned it with a question.
"You mean evil... the..."
The bud grenade hesitated to continue his words. I've already decided what I want to hear. I don't care what Dr. Matsuda tells me about the current situation. But for some reason, I can't hear that on a direct ball.
Seeing the bud grenade choosing the words, he laughed down.
"I'm worried about the sprouts... about my grades, huh?
The bud grenades face up, as they say. Then it crossed brilliantly with the gaze of the Only then had he received the affirmation of the bud grenade.
"You're going into the Student Guidance Office, you saw it?
"Why..."
"Bud grenades came in the hallway. I could see them."
From there, I had already guessed that Megumi had heard what was going on from Matsuda Sensei. I think he's really amazing. But even the awesomeness was cloudy now.
"It's just a careless smith."
"... it's just..."
That's a mistake for everyone. But because it is, the mistake is not made by the word "just". I'm trying to delude myself into knowing that best, but I can't get it out of my bud grenade heart.
"I mean, I was a decent person, too."
He was trying to finish the story early. The next word, whining to end it, was close to landmines, both for the shoots and for the sprouts.
"It's all right. For things like losing to you in your next periodic test..."
- I won't. That's what he was trying to say. The next test is the final test at the end of February. That's the last test practically bud grenades take in this school.
Last but not least, do not touch on the topic. That was the implicit understanding of student council officers since the dawn of the study trip. Because it naturally darkens everything when you think about it.
At present, the air drifting between the nowadays and the bud grenades was only awkward in the tranquility.
"I don't want to look so pitiful in front of you."
He lays his elbow on his desk and covers his face. Tired and irritated, as he concealed all sorts of things, he hid his own face from the view of the bud grenade.
"Kamiyo-kun...... Hey, really big -"
The bud grenade reaches out to worry about the wax. The hand of the bud grenade, which tried to touch the arm of the temple, was instead grasped by the temple.
"If I told you it wasn't okay... would you stay by my side?
The voice woods loudly into the quiet student council room. I can't speculate on the bud grenade as to what "by your side" means. Physical or psychiatric?
He exposes his face, which he should have hidden once, before the bud grenade again. Its eyes are feverish, and the bud grenade does not distract from its squeaky gaze.
There is no voice coming out of the mouth of the bud grenade. I can't even think of words. I didn't feel like I was asking for bad affirmation or denial.
"... I can't believe it. I'm just saying."
Seeing Gokuri and the bud grenade swallowed his spit, he said so to give up.
I'm sure that's a real joke. But even though it's a joke, I miss my face so much. I don't want you to look like that.
Even if you think so, there are few words you can say to the bud grenade. Whatever I said, I felt it would only be beautiful.
"Kamiyo-kun is always someone who can handle himself."
Still, I said that because I wished I could calm down a little bit in my own words. But that's nothing more than complacency.
"I guess. Well... I guess so."
Xu laughs mocking herself. The words of the bud grenade were gentle. But at the same time, it was a throwing thing.
"Even if I'm not okay, it's none of my business."
The hand of the wax leaves the bud grenade. When I heard the word, the bud grenade was solidifying with his eyes round.
"Nothing changes," we all laughed on the last night of our school trip. The word crosses the head of the bud grenade. So he made a noise in the head of the bud grenade and broke it.
"Why... doesn't it matter?
The tiny voice of the bud grenade gave him a hazy face. I can see that the reaction just made my current words come out of my mouth unexpectedly. But that's also why it's what it's all about. It was affirming all of the idea of bud grenades that he would not excuse himself.
"Lend me the print just now. I'll take it."
The bud grenade almost forced him to take the imperfect documents he gave to him. Though not obvious, bud grenade anger is overflowing. For not being obvious, I felt extra overflowing.
"Shoots, wait"
"No."
The budding grenade turns its back on the temple and quietly rejects it. There is no tremor of anger, no tremor of sorrow. The bud grenade voice was beautiful enough to dislike it.
"There's nothing to talk about with Kamiyo-kun right now"
That's what the buddy says and leaves the student club room. The sound of the door closing sounded heavy as if it represented the distance between bud grenades and shoots.