Chapter 692: Clearing the Campus

Chapter 692: Clearing the Campus



As the clock struck 9 pm, the first Yukihime Club Festival officially came to an end. The students, who had poured their energy and creativity into making the event a success, now faced the less glamorous task of cleaning up their club venues. Though exhaustion tugged at their limbs, the sense of accomplishment from the past two days drove them to see their duties through to the end.

The sky, once lit up with the final burst of fireworks, was now a deep indigo, dotted with stars. The vibrant energy of the festival had dissipated, leaving the school grounds quieter, save for the sound of chatter and laughter as students began the process of dismantling their booths.

In the area once filled with the sweet aroma of delicacies, the members of the Delicious Food Fan Club were busy scrubbing down their cooking stations. Pots and pans clanged together as they were washed and stacked away. The club's president, a tall boy with a chef's hat still perched on his head, supervised the cleanup with a weary smile. "Let's make sure we leave this kitchen spotless," he encouraged, his voice hoarse from hours of talking and directing. His words were met with nods of agreement as the members wiped down counters and packed away ingredients.

Nearby, the Art 101 Club members carefully took down their shared painting experiences and packed up the few artworks that weren't sold and that had drawn crowds throughout the festival. Canvases were stacked neatly, and brushes were washed with care. The delicate splashes of color that had brightened the lakeside would soon be memories, but the students knew that their creations would find new homes, perhaps even inspiring future artists.

Over in the gymnasium, where the Martial Arts Club had held their thrilling demonstrations, the scene was one of quiet efficiency. Mats were rolled up and stored away, while the members, still clad in their gi, exchanged tired but satisfied smiles. The ring, which had been the center of so much action, was quickly disassembled, the echoes of cheering crowds fading into the past. The club's captain, a senior with a steely gaze, led the effort, his movements deliberate and precise, much like his fighting style.

Hanako, the public relations representative, was helping to coordinate the cleanup efforts, her phone in hand as she kept track of which areas had been cleared and which still needed attention. Her usually lively demeanor was subdued, reflecting the collective fatigue that had settled over the campus, but she kept her spirits up by reminding herself that the hardest part

was over.

Umaru, the secretary, moved quietly through the school, checking off tasks on her clipboard. She was already thinking ahead to tomorrow when the clubs would return to disassemble their attractions more thoroughly. For now, though, she was focused on ensuring that the school was in good shape for Monday's classes.

As the last of the club members finished their tasks, the school grounds began to empty. The students, tired but content, gathered their belongings and began to head home. The once- bustling festival grounds were now quiet, save for the occasional murmur of conversation and the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.

The student council girls gathered one last time at the school safe, double-checking that everything was secure. Vivian gave the final nod of approval, and with that, their responsibilities for the night were officially over.

As they left the school together, the six girls shared a sense of camaraderie and relief. The festival had been a success, and they had seen it through to the end. Now, they would retreat to Vivian's house for a well-deserved sleepover, where they would finish calculating the festival's profits and determine the final club rankings. The excitement of the past two days still buzzed in their minds, but the promise of rest and relaxation was a welcome thought. The school gates closed behind them, and the Yukihime High School campus was left in peaceful silence, awaiting the return of its students for another day of learning and growth. The festival was over, but the memories it created would linger long after the last piece of confetti had been swept away.