Time passed.
The first Monday after the Cultural Festival.
After school, in the Student Council room.
"Everyone..."
Ichinose sat in the main seat and said somewhat tiredly: "I plan to recruit more people to join the Student Council, do you have any opinions?"
"Indeed, it feels like the workload has increased lately."
Katsuragi likewise pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.
He was somewhat confused; if things continued like this, they would have to keep increasing the Student Council staff.
After all.
The purpose of joining the Student Council.
Was essentially to avoid missing any information.
Handling some work wasn't a problem, and Katsuragi was also very happy to work for the school.
But if it became too busy.
And all his energy was put into the Student Council.
It would be a bit like putting the cart before the horse.
"That makes sense."
Horikita Suzune unknowingly looked up at Hikigaya.
"Unlike a certain someone, we have been handling disputes all along."
"Do you have the right to say that?"
"That's still better than a certain guy who has been slacking off."
"Indeed... I don't have any objections either."
Hikigaya didn't take it much to heart, focusing intently on the work records in his hand.
Recently, minor disputes in the school had clearly increased, and the reason wasn't hard to guess.
Inability to use violence.
In itself was a consensus among students; only a few like Ryuuen liked to abuse violence.
Every time a conflict occurred.
It would generally stop before a violent incident happened, or would be a simple fight that was eventually settled privately.
However.
Now that the intensity of punishment for violent incidents has been strengthened, there is concern about being framed using violent incidents.
The first reaction instead became to seek mediation from the Student Council first.
Simply put.
Increasing punishment leads to an increase in public security costs.
I've learned something...
Hikigaya nodded secretly.
Among them, Ichinose and Nanase Tsubasa had already handled over twenty disputes, Katsuragi ten, and Horikita Suzune fewer than ten times.
Clearly.
For people like Ichinose and Nanase Tsubasa.
Who are gentle, kind, and possess excellent social skills, their ability to handle disputes is more outstanding.
Horikita Suzune is not good at this.
Such talent who possesses these abilities and is willing to join the Student Council should not be common.
Forget it.
It wasn't a big deal.
In any case, it's all the school's cost now; just continue recruiting, and this matter can be left to Ichinose and the others.
Hikigaya looked at the work report in his hand.
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He hadn't forgotten that his purpose for coming to the Student Council was to seek personal gain, ultimately to do his best to let Class B advance to Class A.
Some time ago.
He was just tied up by the Cultural Festival matters.
Now that there is a little bit of free time, he can finally start reforming this school and, at the same time, confirm the school's intentions.
"Nanase."
Hikigaya put down the work report in his hand and turned to look at the little assistant next to him.
"Which club has the most people right now?"
"Ah? Yes."
Nanase Tsubasa was startled for a moment.
She hurriedly stood up and flipped through her notebook, quickly recalling:
"Right now, the club with the most people is the Soccer Club with 32 people, followed by the Basketball Club with 21 people, and then..."
As she spoke.
Nanase Tsubasa looked at Hikigaya somewhat helplessly and said:
"Then it's the Wool Club, which is entirely composed of Class B members; others are small clubs. Does Hikigaya-senpai have something?"
Oh.
As expected of Nanase Tsubasa.
She truly is an excellent assistant.
Unexpectedly.
The Wool Club jumped to become the third-largest club, which was somewhat surprising.
"Hmm, I have some thoughts."
Hikigaya stood up and said: "Nanase, go find Mashima-sensei; we'll head to the Soccer Club first."
"Yes, I understand."
"What do you want to do?"
Katsuragi asked with a frown.
"Nothing, just going to check out these clubs."
The corners of Hikigaya's mouth curled up slightly as he said with a mischievous smile:
"As a member of the Student Council, how can I not listen to everyone's opinions? If you are interested, come along."
"It happens to be quite free now, so let's go together."
"Me too."
Horikita Suzune said hurriedly.
As fellow Student Council members.
No matter what Hikigaya wanted to do, it was impossible to hide it from them; they could just look at the work records later.
But for some reason.
Horikita Suzune just wanted to follow along, to prevent Hikigaya from doing things she couldn't understand.
"As you like."
Hikigaya gave her a disdainful glance.
...
...
Soccer Club.
Outdoor soccer field.
Nearly two years since enrollment.
Second-years were also starting to become the core members of various clubs.
The Red Team, led by Hirata, was currently playing a training match against the Blue Team, led by Shibata.
High-intensity physical exercise.
Inevitably makes people's tempers a bit short and difficult to control their emotions.
At this time.
Twenty minutes remained until the end of the match.
Shibata bypassed two people and brought the ball in front of the goal.
Followed by a snap shot.
3:0!
"Is that for real? Has that guy been taking drugs lately?"
Someone wiped their mouth and said with a look that wasn't very pleasant.
Those who join the Soccer Club are naturally people interested in soccer.
They more or less had some soccer experience in junior high school.
Clearly, both sides could play back and forth before.
Lately, for some reason.
Shibata's soccer playing was incredibly fierce.
Although Shibata was also stronger than them before, he wasn't that much stronger.
Now, every time, they were played to the point where they had no room to fight back; at least two people were needed to step up and mark him.
Sometimes they even couldn't stop him.
Being surpassed by a peer who joined the club at the same time by so much, it was inevitably disheartening.
"...Don't mind it."
As the captain of the Red Team, Hirata clapped his hands and comforted everyone with a brilliant smile:
"Shibata has indeed progressed very quickly lately, but everyone doesn't need to care; everyone has things they are good at."
"There are still twenty minutes left."
"Everyone, work a bit harder. As long as we unite and work a bit harder, we still have a chance!"
"Enough!"
Not being happy about being shut out, someone barked, wiped their mouth, and said with a somewhat displeased voice:
"Playing soccer is playing soccer, stop pulling this useless stuff. Furthermore, those words are not for you, Hirata, to say."
"Exactly, even if you don't say it, we know. Stop dragging in this nonsense."
The people around immediately echoed with some dissatisfaction.
Playing soccer is playing soccer.
People didn't mind that.
But hearing about "unity" immediately made them displeased.
A guy who wants to advance to Class A by sacrificing his companions in exchange for class points—is he also qualified to talk to them about unity?
It makes people want to laugh their heads off.
It felt like Hirata was mocking them.
The Unanimous Special Exam.
Finally began to erode their lives step by step, and the people of Class D no longer had the qualification to speak of unity.
Unity is naturally not wrong.
But hearing the people of Class D speak of unity felt somewhat ridiculous.
Fortunately.
"Sorry everyone, I didn't mean that."
Hirata's face was stiff, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Then let's start, don't keep the other side waiting."
"Humph."
The only response was a few cold snorts, and attention returned to the match.
Playing soccer is fine.
But Class D should stop giving them this talk about unity.
It makes people feel extremely hypocritical.
In these two years, Hirata's contributions were also seen by everyone.
Although Hirata was a bit hurt and even embarrassed, he more or less still had the ability to cope.
As for the situation of other people in Class D.
One could well imagine.
Once such a mistake is made and causes public anger, it will be used as a weapon that can be used countless times.
Further inspection.
Losing the qualification as a human being.