After long preparation, the cultural festival officially began.
The start time was nine in the morning.
Although the school required arrival by eight-thirty, the school gate opened from six in the morning.
Class B all arrived at the school at six o'clock.
Making the final preparations.
At this time.
Approaching nine o'clock.
Class B finished their preparation work and performed the final check.
Class B's main source of income this time was cookies that were convenient for takeout.
Freshly made chocolate bananas, crepes, bean paste buns, waffles, and cakes.
Putting all the dedicated points on a single throw, they covered almost most desserts.
Class B used most of their points on the quality of ingredients, and most of their energy was also placed on improving the taste.
In terms of promotion and costumes, they appeared mediocre.
Even their costumes were ordinary white aprons.
It could be said to be full of sincerity.
Wanting to improve their ranking while also pleasing customers as much as possible.
However.
This world is not a naive world where the more sincerity there is, the more one can receive favor from customers.
Wanting to use such a shop.
To win against Horikita Suzune's class's maid cafe, or Ryuen's class's kimono cafe, or even Katsuragi's class's interesting play.
Would probably all be impossible.
Hikigaya did not hold hope for their victory.
Fortunately, this cultural festival only required entering the top four, as the class points gained would be the same.
"What do we do, Hikki? I'm so nervous."
Kobashi Yume and others were jumping with nervousness, but they also couldn't hide the excitement in their expressions.
"It's fine; you all just need to enjoy the cultural festival."
A smile rose on the corner of Hikigaya's mouth, and he took off his apron and said: "Once the cultural festival begins, I'm going out to browse their shops; the rest is left to you."
"Eh? But, is it really no problem?"
"No problem. At the very least, it'll be top 8, with a near 99% probability of top four."
A smile rose on the corner of Hikigaya's mouth, and he turned to leave.
...
School gate.
Approaching nine o'clock.
As the place that guests reach first.
The rent here was expensive, but at the same time, it could attract the most traffic, so it was also very popular.
At this time, the gate was already a sea of people, with many students making various preparations.
Hosen Kazuomi stood in front of the balloon-popping stall, ready at any time to welcome the initial battle.
On the other side.
Class B's other shop was located in a relatively backward position.
Behind the shop.
Nakanishi took a deep breath, but the counter in front of him was empty.
"Hey."
Someone from the shop next door said somewhat confusedly: "Which class are you from? Why is there nothing?"
"Obviously they're late; to be late at this time, I don't know what they're thinking."
"Classmate, I think you're finished; you'd better apologize to the people in your class early."
Someone nearby joked and laughed, but their attention was always at the gate.
Just at this moment.
The school gate slowly opened to both sides.
Middle-aged men in suits, with steady expressions and smiles on their faces, stepped into the school, and children also surged in as if excited.
The cultural festival officially began.
"Welcome, welcome! Delicious takoyaki, only five hundred points."
"Delicious grilled squid, only five hundred points."
"Cotton candy..."
The sounds of shouting rose one after another.
Every student wanted to recruit as many customers as possible to leave behind the best memories for their youth.
Although children were attracted by all sorts of novel things, the adults had calm expressions.
Cultural festivals.
They had already participated in them countless times.
If it were an ordinary school, they could naturally let their minds go and play well.
But as a politician invited to come, what they wanted more was to understand the special characteristics of this school.
On the other side.
Watching this scene, Nakanishi put on several layers of masks and took out several cans from under the counter.
He was naturally not late.
Rather, Hikigaya had told him to arrive just on time.
What kind of results Class B could achieve this time was all pressed upon him alone.
At the beginning.
Nakanishi was extremely excited.
He had obtained such an opportunity to contribute to the class again, so he naturally had no dissatisfaction.
But now.
Nakanishi was inevitably hesitating.
He felt he would be beaten up...
Forget it.
If he was beaten up, so be it.
After hesitating for a moment.
"Grilled herring, delicious grilled herring! Stinky tofu, delicious Chinese stinky tofu!"
Using a can opener to open the surströmming tin, Nakanishi shouted at the top of his lungs.
The crux of the problem lay in the details.
This event had to be characterized as a gourmet delicacy sold by the shop.
A thick, foul stench mixed with various tempting aromas spread across the surroundings with the breeze.
"Holy crap, what is that smell? It's so rank."
"Gag, what on earth is that?"
"Hmm? This is the smell of herring. To think I'd smell this at a cultural festival, it's actually quite fragrant~"
"Wuwa, Daddy, did someone poop their pants?"
Many middle-aged men in suits covered their noses and mouths, unable to stop themselves from swearing; some children even started crying.
Even wearing several layers of masks, Nakanishi covered his nose and mouth feeling somewhat nauseous, as it was simply too pungent.
As expected.
Just as Hikigaya had said.
This was a very arduous task.
But if it could get Class B into the top four, this sacrifice was worth it!
Many middle-aged men covered their faces and began to exit the school, or quickened their pace to enter the Special Building.
There were twelve classes in the entire school.
No matter what tactics Horikita Suzune and the others had, what cooperation they formed, or what clever schemes they devised.
This single move alone.
Could directly take out more than half of the classes in the school.
Subtracting Nagumo Miyabi's haunted house and the like.
They would 100% enter the top five.
Although Ichinose's dessert shop was mediocre, it wasn't bad.
In fact.
Compared to an ordinary school.
Ichinose's dessert shop.
Counted as a very high-standard cultural festival shop.
It was just that compared to the clever tricks of people like Horikita Suzune, Ichinose was simply too honest.
Occupying the final position.
Almost all remaining points would be spent on Class B.
Hikigaya didn't believe they couldn't beat at least one class?
"Holy crap, it's you!"
Someone from the neighboring shop covered their face with their arm, holding back tears while pointing at Nakanishi and cursing.
"What the hell are you selling? Damn it, put it away quickly, it's disgusting."
"Surströmming, haven't you heard of it? I heard it's very popular over in France. Want to try some grilled herring? It's delicious."
"It's only two hundred points, definitely not a loss."
Nakanishi held the herring tin out toward them; the people around him instantly retreated several steps.
Watching the crowd gradually thin out.
Nakanishi let out a smile beneath his mask.
Though it might cause some issues.
For some people.
Surströmming and stinky tofu were indeed delicacies.
This wasn't breaking any rules.
In fact.
A few rare customers actually approached, seemingly enjoying the scent.
Sorry.
The entrance area was theirs alone to sell!
This cultural festival.
Their Class B was definitely going to win!