CH 219

Two days passed by fruitlessly.

The joint cultural festival with Kikyo Jogakuin was decided to be held after all.

After all, it seems that the deciding factor was the sharing of the grounds and future joint volunteer and community activities that Sera also mentioned, which were attractive to the school.

None of the student council members complained, as it was something we had already prepared for when we were informed by Sudo-sensei.

The day after the official decision was made, an announcement was made to the students via the notice board.

Many students were puzzled, but this soon turned into a buzz.

Students like things to be lively.

They are all happy and carefree at the same time.

The students had no way of knowing the circumstances that led up to the decision, so I couldn’t complain and just sigh.

The days passed by gradually, and preparations for the festival were steadily made, with Shiraishi taking the lead.

The final decisions were made on each year group’s presentation, and the budget was adjusted accordingly.

This was mainly done by Kirasaka and Miura, not by the Executive Committee.

The two of them produced a budget so brilliant that the teachers could not complain about the allocation of the amount of money after that.

The next problem, again, was the friction between the students.

There was a lot of complaining about where to set up shop, about the different performances, about the budget, etc… The list goes on and on, but there was a lot of it.

People like me would think, ‘Shut up, you didn’t do anything in particular, so shut up and comply’, but Yuuto and Shizuku went around to persuade those students one by one.

As for the location, they also worked together to find a suitable location and solved the problem of stalls being covered in a fair manner.

The budget was not even a problem, to be honest.

After all, it was Kirasaka Rei who came up with it.

There were certainly students who visited the executive committee to ask for a little more money.

But the moment she stood up, saying who was in charge, they hung their heads and ran away.

Well, it’s terrifying…

Even I’m confident that if she stood up and stared at me with that icy stare, I’d run away nine times out of ten.

I was still behind the scenes, giving support where needed where it was lacking.

Miscellaneous work, manual labor, accompanying the President, that sort of things.

I was given a certain amount of appropriate work so I didn’t exactly have nothing to do.

The teachers also helped out a bit, with subjects that were running a little ahead of schedule making some headroom for the festival preparations.

The school’s interior, which changed from day to day, again reminded me that the festival was fast approaching.

As I walk down the corridor alone after class to go to an after-school activity, I feel a couple of vibrations in my pocket.

I pulled out my phone and saw that I had a call from Kaede.

This was also later in the day, but it seems that Kikyo Girl’s Academy has also decided to use the city hall for performances and choruses as a result of the discussions.

Permission was also granted for the Student Council to set up a stall.

The general framework of the festival was completed in such a manner that it matched both our and their requests.

The Shinra siblings are acting as a bridge between the two schools and are in contact with each other.

Today, too, an email from Kaede described the progress of the preparations at Kikyo Girls’ Academy.

[ No issues, the stall will be crepes! ]

After checking this short text, I put it away in my pocket again.

“…Crepes, right.”

I muttered as I walked alone down the corridor.

It has been decided that only one competition will take place at this year’s festival.

It was decided to implement a system whereby the student councils of both schools would be voted on their satisfaction with the stalls, in other words, which was the tastiest.

The conditions for stalls are limited to food, but nothing that uses raw ingredients is allowed.

The decision was made because the final deadline for the stalls expires today.

Of course, we, the Student Council of Sakuranaoka Academy, have also decided to open a stall.

The other party has also been informed, so Sera and the others must have decided on crepes out of a sense of rivalry.

It was only two days ago that our stall was decided.

“We’re going to have pancakes, what do you think?”

The proposal was written on the whiteboard with a small, cute illustration, which was unlike President, and everyone just sat silent for a moment.

It was not that we were against it, but that we were surprised that President had come up with such a cute little illustration.

On the other hand, I might know the reason behind President’s idea.

I remember when I went out to eat after school with the President, Shizuku and Kirasaka…

The idea came from there, or so said the President, with a lively expression of confidence.

“I think it’s good from a cost standpoint.”

“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea too, and it seems unlikely that it’ll be a miss since a lot of girls will be coming to the school jointly.”

When Miura and Koizumi agreed, their gaze turned to Hino-kun.

He quickly places the tray in his hand on the desk before answering in a flustered manner.

“I think it’s good!”

“…”

I swear, this guy didn’t even think about it.

Although it felt amazing to see his spinal reflex kick in as he answered.

President finally turned her gaze to the seat I was sitting in.

She has joined the student council, albeit tentatively, after approaching President herself the other day.

“I’ll follow President’s decision.”

“Yes, we leave it to you.”

The other day, she personally approached President to join the student council, although only provisionally.

If that’s the plan President has decided on, it would be best to go with it.

After making sure everyone had agreed, President mutters as if recalling.

“The pancakes were delicious that day. I’d love to go back again.”

For some reason, I felt awkward as she looked at me.

Is she asking for my reaction?

But it is also possible that she is talking to herself… but Shizuku next to her is emitting some kind of aura towards the President, so those words must surely be directed at me.

“..Shall we all go together to confirm our target taste?”

I said, gently raising my hand discreetly.

…This kind of thing isn’t a joke.

This casual gesture of asking people out for a quick meal thing is just something that is reserved for the main character.

President’s mouth was a little wrinkled at the words I suggested, and not in a sarcastic manner…

…Where is Kirasaka-san, who she enjoys making fun of?

Or rather, I feel like she’ll get angry if I don’t call her here too.

“Great, let’s go!”

Koizumi stands up and nods happily.

Miura and Hino-kun also have no particular plans, and Shizuku naturally comes along too, so this is how the student council members decided to go to the pancake shop we visited last time and decided on our theme.

As I proceeded down the corridor after school and opened the door to the audiovisual room that served as the committee’s base, I recalled the events of a few days ago, when we had decided on such a process.

Is it really a coincidence that the genres of our stalls were similar?Nevertheless, if it’s a competition, let’s say it’s good, because the similar content makes it clear who wins and who loses.

“Good work…”

In the audiovisual room, where only one person joined in a little late, students were hurriedly coming and going again today.

The door, which opens incessantly, seemed like it would be more efficient if it were fixed open.

When I entered the room, I was greeted by the members of the student council, Shizuku and Kirasaka.

While each person replied to my greeting, only Kirasaka stepped forward as if she had been waiting for me.

She walked up to me and held out the screen of the smartphone she had taken out.

What appears on the screen is a short message screen that seems a little outdated.

There was no subject line, just a message from someone called ‘Father’.

“What’s this…?”

“Here, take a look at the content.”

I stared at the phone, which was held further out in front of me, and saw…

[ Bring Akane and Shinra-kun. ]

…What’s this?

Kirasaka speaks in an indifferent manner to me whose brain has completely stopped working.

“I’ll have you meet my father.”

Sorry, I didn’t quite get that.

The kind of reply that is often returned by an apple-branded phone played in my brain.

<TL> : Exams finally got over!