– Post a video of your saying this as many times as you can in a row without stumbling
– If you wish to wear a mask, it must not cover the mouth area.
“Kilimanjaro Kirilimanmajanranjo Estelion Sharlulu Asheel Vinchance Celenalia di ef Falufiluu’Luufilaafee (The 35th) da ne!”
The prizes are as follows,
x3 or more within 15 seconds: a bear picture drawn by Estelion
x7 or more within 55 seconds: a picture of you (a stick figure), hanging out with your favourite OCY character, drawn by Komorebi
Term 2 is busy.
As usual, I only participated in the events where I wouldn’t hold back my class.
Speaking of which, Mochida-san ended up bullied last year because she messed up during the Athletics Carnival, didn’t she.
Enjou signed on for the relays, but apparently not the cavalry battle. How surprising. I would’ve thought he’d be as excited for it as the Emperor.
When I told him this, he replied with a laugh,
“Unlike Masaya, I don’t really have much zeal for the cavalry battle. When I see him all eager from up close, it really makes me want to avoid it.”
Eventually we decided that the sacrifices would be chosen by rock-paper-scissors, and the unlucky candidates would try to increase their meagre chances of survival through training. It was around that time that Enjou dropped the bombshell,
“Apparently he’s been really frustrated ever since that close game with the Stuco President last year. He’s even reading books on war strategy now,”
sending the already depressed boys into further depression. Thank goodness I was born a girl.
As usual, the girls were drunk on Enjou during practice, so I encouraged them to cheer for the other boys a little more. Those guys are working hard for our class too, so the earlier treatment was a little too pitiful.
But apparently my class isn’t even that bad. Maiden Class Rep who’s in Kaburagi’s class already looks exhausted, and the Athletics Carnival hasn’t even started yet. And with the girls cheering for Kaburagi in stuff like the baton relays too, all the boys competing with him were being pressured like crazy. I’d hate to be in their place.
Thank goodness Enjou isn’t the hot-blooded type…
In the end, an External from the Student Council survived to the end, but now that Kaburagi had learnt war strategy as well, he wasn’t a match for him.
I wonder if Kaburagi is going to try even harder for next year. Well, good luck, Silver Hair-kun.
After the Athletics Carnival was the midterms. And after the midterms was the Cultural Festival. So busy.
Somebody suggested a café as well, but all the girls were like, “but it’s our Enjou-sama” and quickly shut down the possibility of him being taken by girls in other classes.
In the end, that only left a handmade candle store.
Together, we made stuff like aromatic candles, gel candles, mosaic candles, flower candles, just lots of candles.
Enjou’s candles already have preorders.
They had some pink to them, and were pretty cute. I mixed some blended aroma oils in as well. Isn’t this pretty good for something Reika-made?
Before long, some of the girls started mixing in perfumes and stuff to, and because there were so many smells in the classroom, some people started complaining of headaches and we had to ventilate the area.
Once we all finished our quotas, we were ready for the day of the Cultural Festival.
The customers were people like other students, fathers, brothers, “old girl” alumni as well. To prevent crime, Suiran’s guests are carefully selected, so most of the people who came were relatives and the like.
When I nervously glanced over to see how my candles were selling, I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I saw that a few people had bought some. What was shocking though was that one of them was Ririna, who had brought along her underlings too.
I decided to tour the place with my friends as well.
Wow. There’s a bunch. They’re all pretty plain though.
In the end we all decided to give everywhere a once over, and maybe see what was most popular.
It was stuff like book reviews, or student-written novels, haikus and poems.
As I was having a casual look through them, my eyes became nailed to something shocking.
On a light blue postcard with a drawing of the sea were the words,
“My ashen grey world was painted with vivid colours. I see. So I’ve fallen in love.”
CLAAAAAAASSS REPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!
Class Rep, what the heck are you doing! Are you okay!? What went through your head!?
His name was written clearly underneath the love poem.
I-, I see. So this is what people meant by “that incurable illness that you contract in eighth grade”.
So after talking about how you were afraid of being rejected, you go and announce your unrequited love to the masses?
Is he tired? It must have been rough taking care of the Kaburagi class through both the Athletics Carnival and Cultural Festival.
“My, isn’t this that Class Rep’s entry? He fell in love!? With whom!?”
“That serious-looking Class Rep huh~”
“How shocking… Does anybody have any idea which girl it is?”
My friends began growing noisy. My heart was noisy too.
With just this, I really don’t think Miharu-chan is going to realise, you know…?
Aaah, Class Rep… You really gave a shock to little old me.