Standing at the door of Class C in the third year.

Even during lunch break, most students are still studying hard in their seats.

The nervousness of the candidates is overwhelming.

With a weak look on his face, Sato asked softly: "Um, please, is President Okita here?"

Although his voice was not loud, his words still reached the ears of several people.

So someone raised his head and glanced at him, and then said loudly to the seat by the window: "General Manager, there is a second grader here looking for you."

The quiet atmosphere was immediately broken, and everyone cast their eyes over him intentionally or unintentionally.

Sato felt all eyes focused on him for an instant, as if there was an invisible gravity pressing on him, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

Fortunately, this feeling passed quickly, and the person he was looking for also came out.

"What's up?"

The calm words came from the mouth of the boy with glasses, but Sato swallowed subconsciously.

"That, that, there is a problem with the work of the student union, President Okita."

He said carefully while observing the other person's expression.

As a student who has worked in the student union for a year, Sato clearly knows that Okita Soichi has been in a bad mood recently.

The other party was very dissatisfied with the school's rule that third-year students had to resign from the student union.

For this reason, I went to the principal many times to argue, and used myself as an example to put forward the theory that "even if I take care of the work of the student union, it will not affect my grades."

Unfortunately, this situation has not changed.

After this incident, the members of the student union have been walking on thin ice recently, for fear of getting into trouble with him.

If he couldn't avoid it, Sato wouldn't want to face him.

The two of them came to the corridor together.

Fortunately, after hearing him state the situation, the other party did not look too angry.

"That is to say, among all the reports, the one missing [1-E] is the only one, right?"

Okita pushed up his glasses, "Have you checked it? Did the other party not return it or was it mixed with other documents?"

"Because, because I had other jobs at the time, I don't remember it very clearly."

Sato hesitated and said: "But when the final summary was made, there was no share of [1-E], and it was not in the student union room."

A brief silence.

Just when Sato was hesitating about what to say next...

"waste."

A cold word reached his ears, causing his body to tremble.

then--

"follow me."

Okita Soichi took a step towards the stairs.

"Yes, President?"

Sato hurriedly followed, "Please, may I ask...where are we going?"

"First go to the person involved to understand the situation."

Just after taking two steps, Okita in front of him suddenly stopped.

As a result, Sato almost bumped into him, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Looking along the other person's line of sight, what comes into view is a beautiful figure that makes your eyes light up.

He is tall and has a good face, with a bright and moving smile on his face.

"Ah, it's Kasumigaoka-san..." Sato said subconsciously.

Okita Soichi's attention was on the boy next to him.

Seeing the two of them chatting happily, he frowned suddenly.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Okita decided to solve the problem of the student union first.

"Let's go, Sato."

"Huh? Ah, yes!"

So they came to Class E for the first year.

After explaining his purpose, a girl with a ponytail walked out of the class.

The girl's eyes stayed on each of them for a moment, and then she asked: "Well, what can I do for you? Senior."

"Well, actually..."

Just when Sato was about to step forward to negotiate, Okita Soichi stopped him and spoke.

"Are you in charge of your class's sports meeting report?"

Hearing this, the girl nodded slightly.

"Yes, there is another boy, but he is not here now."

"In this case, I will ask straight to the point."

Mr. Okita nodded and asked, "Have you submitted that report to the student union?"

"Huh?"

There was some confusion on the girl's face. She glanced at Sato next to her and responded: "Well, we did have it before. At that time, the senior asked us to put it in the box at the door."

at this time--

"What's wrong? Kato-san."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind several people, and the young man with short black hair walked into their eyes.

"Himekawa-san said that some members of the student council are looking for me," the boy said.

"Ah ~ Kato-kun."

The girl said hello, and then looked at the two people in front of her, "Well~it's actually these two seniors who came to ask about the sports conference report."

So Kato Yusuke looked at the two of them.

In addition to the weak boy I saw yesterday afternoon, there was also an unfamiliar face next to me.

The latter was looking at him momentarily, his eyes slightly sharp.

Kato Yusuke frowned slightly, "Isn't yesterday's report already handed in? Is there any problem?"

"Well...I'm not very clear about this either." The girl shook her head slightly.

Under such a situation, Okita Soichi spoke up.

"you."

He asked condescendingly: "What's your name?"

"Kato Yusuke."

The young man's attitude is neither humble nor arrogant.

Okita Soichi asked again: "You said you submitted the report, can anyone prove it?"

"Well, you might as well ask the senior next to you." Kato Yusuke looked at the weak boy.

"Sato said he didn't remember whether you had handed it over before, so it turned out that there was no share of [1-E] in it."

After a slight pause, Okita Soichi continued: "And...hasn't anyone taught you to use honorifics when treating your seniors?"

"Yes, President?"

Not only was Sato shocked, but the loud rebuke also attracted the people around him.

The crowd started talking about it.

"What's the matter?"

"have no idea……"

"It seems like someone from the student union is looking for trouble?"

This is someone who just arrived.

"what happened?"

"It seems that Class E's report was not submitted, and he also spoke rudely to his seniors."

"Eh~~That's too bad."

This is the person who hears a few words.
To be continued...