"Are you happy, Miyuki?"
"I—I thank you all," Shirogane Miyuki said, speechless.
"If you don't want to be it, we won't force you," Sakurai-kun said seriously.
It was indeed very tiring for the other party to be the president.
But if Shirogane Miyuki wasn't the president, Sakurai-kun couldn't think of where to rest after school.
Should he go to the Kendo Club? The atmosphere there was too passionate—he really couldn't stand it.
"Miyuki-kun—you can actually delegate more work to the Student Council members," Kaguya Shinomiya hinted. "For example—the guys who come here every day to drink tea and coffee and do nothing."
"Are you talking about Chika?" Sakurai-kun feigned ignorance.
"You'd best have more self-awareness, Sakurai-kun."
"I'm doing things too. General affairs—general affairs—I have to manage everything, and I have to deal with problems when they arise. It's actually quite tiring," Sakurai-kun said with a sigh.
Seeing this, Shirogane Miyuki smiled helplessly.
The members of this Student Council were very capable—they basically did everything perfectly on the first try, which was why Sakurai-kun didn't need to do any secondary processing.
Even Fujiwara Chika, the secretary, had very few face-to-face coordinations with various classes during the Sports Festival. It's the information age now—many things can be discussed on the phone—so she appeared to be quite a slacker.
He heard that there were even leaders in America who governed the country using Twitter. That might also be a sign of progress.
"That's not right—Kaguya-san, as the Vice President, have you helped Shirogane Miyuki with anything?" Sakurai-kun retorted.
"…" Kaguya Shinomiya thought for a moment.
She realized—
She really hadn't done anything.
What she did here was similar to what Sakurai-kun did: drinking tea and coffee.
"Are we both fifty-fifty, Kaguya-san? Why can you talk nonsense so seriously?" Sakurai-kun asked.
"You're not much better than me, are you?"
Kaguya-san loudly said: "Miyuki-kun takes on everything himself—how am I supposed to help him?"
Shirogane Miyuki looked at Kaguya-san, who was on the verge of anger, and interjected: "Let's stop this topic here. Next semester—I'll let you all help."
Is this a kindergarten?
A secretary who can't read the room.
A Vice President who was originally an ice queen and not good at communication.
An accountant with a good heart but always in a state of melancholy.
A general affairs officer who always clashes with the Vice President.
Four extraordinary talents gathered together.
Next semester—should a normal person be recruited? He heard that the third-year accountant senior was thinking of resigning.
If he could be president again in the next election…
No, no! I really can't be president again!
'But I always feel like I'll be swept along.'
[Shirogane Miyuki, you've been elected! What? You don't want to be it? No way—all the Shuchiin Academy students are looking forward to you!]
Perhaps such a scenario would occur.
Sakurai-kun was capable of such a thing.
The previous topic ended.
After a while—
The door was pushed open again.
Fujiwara Chika walked into the Student Council Room, turning a few times—her black bow on top of her head very conspicuous.
"Everyone—what are you doing?!"
Why could she be so happy every day?
It was completely incomprehensible.
The other three in the Student Council were truly curious about this.
"We're talking about exams. How did Fujiwara Secretary do this time?" Shirogane Miyuki asked.
"Not bad!" Fujiwara Chika said, spreading her hand—on which there was an uninflated balloon.
Sakurai-kun then noticed that she also held an air pump and a tube in her other hand.
He had a bad premonition.
"Let's play a balloon game!"
Oh no—Sakurai-kun probably guessed it.
Have you ever heard of Russian roulette—the suicide game where you hold a pistol, load one bullet, and shoot yourself in the head?
What Chika was about to play was no different from that.
Except the revolver was replaced with a balloon!
"Fujiwara Secretary—I want to ask—why do you want to play this?" Shirogane Miyuki also guessed.
"Because it's fun!" Chika tilted her head.
Alright—you win.
He knew she would say that.
A woman who would do anything for fun. The embodiment of chaos—Fujiwara Chika.
"Oh~ Why isn't Ishigami-kun here?" Fujiwara Chika had actually set the goal of this game on this junior.
Mainly because he had heavily criticized the Happy Life game developed by the Tabletop Game Club last time.
For example—should the plot where you get hit by a car at the start be deleted?
And—is it unreasonable for men to bear all the child support after marriage?
Also—should the way to win still be limited to money? He even laughed and gave examples, saying that Kaguya Shinomiya and Sakurai Saki having 11 children might be happier than Chika, who lived alone her whole life.
Since it's a Happy Life game—then happy people should win, right? This is very reasonable, isn't it?
And so on.
So—Chika was planning to self-destruct with Ishigami Yu today.
She even prepared oranges—even though it wasn't orange season.
One could only say that a maiden's wavering murderous intent was indeed not something that mere out-of-season fruit could withstand.
"He'll probably be here soon?" Shirogane Miyuki guessed.
Tomorrow was summer vacation—he should come.
No sooner had he spoken than Ishigami Yu walked in.
"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Ishigami Yu brushed his bangs from his forehead, then looked carefully at his seniors again.
"Ishigami-kun!! You're just in time!" Fujiwara Chika's face was full of brilliant smiles.
Ishigami Yu shivered.
Hiss—why is it so cold in the middle of summer?
Is the air conditioner set too low?
"We're about to play a game! We just need you!"
"Huh? Are all the seniors playing?"
Shirogane Miyuki: "After all—it's the last day of this semester. It's not impossible to fool around with Fujiwara Secretary."
Kaguya-san: "Yes—after all, it's the last day."
Sakurai-kun: "Anyway—I'm not the one getting hurt. No—it's the last day—so it's not impossible to play with Chika."
Ishigami Yu: "…"
Sakurai-senpai—hiss—did you just let something slip?
A few minutes later—
Ishigami Yu looked at the balloon in front of him, which was gradually swelling, and placed his hands on the air pump, taking a deep breath.
This thing was surprisingly terrifying.
But it was fine.
Generally—balloons couldn't get very big.
"Alright—Sakurai-senpai—it's your turn."
Sakurai Saki nodded at the remark and took over his shift.
He pressed a few times and found that the balloon showed no sign of stopping its expansion: "Chika—this thing can get quite big."
Chika blinked her right eye at him: "Of course! I specifically looked for this one!"
Sakurai-kun nodded—then continued pressing.
"Puff puff puff."
He had no intention of stopping.
'If you're going to seek thrills—then see it through to the end!'
Ten seconds later—
"Phew." Sakurai-kun stopped his movements, wiping away non-existent sweat from his forehead.
"Um… Sakurai-kun—isn't this too big?" Kaguya Shinomiya asked fearfully.
It was almost occupying half of the Student Council Room.
"It's fine—no big deal—I feel there's still a lot of room for error."
Next up—Kaguya Shinomiya.
She carefully approached the air pump and pressed it once.
Just as she was about to give up—Fujiwara Chika spoke: "Eh! Kaguya-san—are you only going to pump it once? Saki-kun just pumped it a dozen times!"
Facing her instigation—Kaguya Shinomiya didn't fall for it.
"Only reckless people would keep pressing it." This was how she defended her timidity.
Next—Shirogane Miyuki also pressed it very cautiously once.
And so—the balloon grew larger and larger.
Until—it was Ishigami Yu's turn—and the balloon swayed continuously, feeling close to exploding.
Fujiwara Chika took out the orange she had prepared earlier from her skirt pocket.
She had specifically looked up information.
As long as she peeled an orange and let the limonene inside touch the balloon—the balloon would explode in front of Ishigami-kun! Ishigami-kun would definitely be scared stiff! This was super embarrassing!
"Fujiwara-senpai—let me confirm first—you didn't tamper with it, did you?" Ishigami Yu turned his head.
Then—he saw Fujiwara Chika moving her gaze away and trying to whistle.
Alright—Fujiwara-senpai definitely had some trick up her sleeve!
But!
"But it doesn't matter—it's just an exploding balloon." Ishigami Yu walked very coolly to the side of the balloon.
Then he took a few glances—
He chickened out.
'This thing looks terrifying up close.'
Just like a time bomb.
Ishigami Yu pressed it once and came back.
"Ah Ishigami-kun—why did you only pump it once too? Pfft You were just showing off." Chika covered her mouth and snickered.
A few minutes later—
Miko Iino pushed open the Student Council Room door, holding documents.
She had just heard a very loud explosion nearby.
Looking inside from the doorway—
Several of the seniors were covering their ears, their faces filled with existential doubt.
What happened? Miko Iino was full of questions.
They looked like sappers who had just cleared a minefield.
How strange!