The first day of the cultural festival.

I came to the school early and stood at the school gate and stared at the poster for a long time.

If I were to evaluate it, Jinguji should be the so-called chosen one, which is simply enviable.

I had no talent, so I gave up painting in junior high school and devoted more time and energy to music.

Sometimes I want to open his mind and see what he has in his head, such as how to get a 700 score on an exam, how many girls he has been tricked, and how many secrets he has never revealed to me.

I can't help but wonder if he could even sit down at the piano without saying a word and play "Moonlight" smoothly, then I would have to blame him, be angry with him, and ignore him for at least a whole week.

When I came to the school hall, several members of the committee were setting up chairs, the students of the lighting group were adjusting the lights, and a billboard of "The 54th Sacred Sakura Festival" was hung above the stage.

"Good morning, President."

"Good morning, have you seen Jinguji classmates?"

"The vice president hasn't come yet."

"That's right."

I went backstage and chatted with a few classmates who knew each other well, and it didn't take long for Jinguji classmates to come backstage.

I smiled and waved to him, and deliberately teased him that he, as the person in charge of this cultural festival, dared to arrive later than me, and said, "Oh, the great hero is here, my dear deputy." ”

He didn't eat it, ignoring my greetings to the rest of the class, but I was happy to see the picture.

When this cold-tempered teenager communicates and talks with the people around him in the same way as ordinary people, I feel joyful from the bottom of my heart.

Jinguji-san-san looked at me and suddenly took out a stack of documents and handed them over, and I couldn't help but look at him with some confusion.

"What is this?"

"What else could it be, the speech of the opening ceremony."

Even if he used such a natural tone, I naturally wanted to play stupid to the end.

"So what do you do for me?"

After pulling with him, Jinguji-san's classmates seemed to be doomed to defeat me, and with his intelligence and intelligence, most of them could see through my thoughts, and half-pushed and half-agreed on the spot, showing a cute expression of compromise.

A monster junior who can score 700 points in exams again and again, I seem to be very keen to appreciate his deflated appearance.

"President, you're really ......."

"What is it?"

He turned his face away and stopped looking at me, what an unruly junior.

I held back a laugh in my heart, and if I laughed out loud at this moment, I could imagine how angry he would be.

Jinguji stopped looking at me, tapped the Bluetooth headset with one hand, and then let out a deep voice that surprised me:

"I'm Jinguji, all groups pay attention, maintain the order of the auditorium, and let the students enter the venue in an orderly manner when the time comes."

I was shocked to know that he was able to make such a calm voice, which was really quite charming.

Seeing that he was busy, I stopped bothering him and quietly exited the backstage, and he didn't seem to notice my departure.

Soon after, as the students entered the hall one after another, I stood alone at the back of the auditorium, which gradually dimmed until the dazzling lights lit up on the stage, and the dazzling light ignited the enthusiasm of the students.

Behind me stood two figures who looked like parents of the students, standing out in the hall full of students, so I couldn't help but glance at them.

The members of the hip-hop dance club on stage performed the stage, and to be honest, the opening was really not interesting to me personally, but the students were unexpectedly happy, and they were all full of smiles.

After that, there was the opening ceremony, and the host was a beautiful student in the first grade.

It didn't take long for the actual planner of this cultural festival, that is, Jinguji's classmates, to walk onto the stage with a flat expression.

I pulled myself together and tried to see something in his face, but he was still unfazed and gave an uninteresting speech.

I didn't have a manuscript in my hand, so I couldn't tell if he had memorized the speech word for word, or if he was playing random nonsense on the spot.

No matter which one it is, it gives people the sense that he is showing his intelligence and arrogance, and my junior brother is really arrogant.

It wasn't until he finished reciting the manuscript that he stood still and paused for a few seconds, curling the corners of his mouth hesitantly, and squeezing out a rather funny smile.

Then, the screams of many girls suddenly sounded in the auditorium, and I realized why my junior always kept a straight face.

Who told him to have a hateful face that pleases girls, but he has a heart that wants to stay away from them.

The Jinguji classmate on the stage silently retreated to the back of the stage, and I held my stomach and laughed in the audience, thinking that he must be regretting it at the moment, and he shouldn't have smiled casually, and maybe he secretly blamed me for throwing this errand to him.

Anyway, at least I watched it cheerfully, and he couldn't do anything with me.

"Na, who was that boy who came on stage just now?"

"Huh? Didn't you listen, it's the vice president of the student council, and the senior of Jinguji Temple. ”

"Patronizing and looking at his face, who listens to him."

"Huh? Jinguji isn't that rumored scumbag? ”

"If you look so handsome, who can resist being a scumbag."

"Good...... It makes sense. ”

There were strange comments from the girls all around, and when I heard them in an unknown corner, I didn't know what to say.

After that, not everyone chooses to stay in the auditorium to watch the club performances, and a pamphlet recording the performance times has been distributed to every student, and the students will choose the time to see the show they want to see in the auditorium according to their preferences.

I suddenly noticed that Yang Gong, a classmate not far away, was dressed a little weirdly, and the corners of her mouth were still stained with red sauce, which made people feel inexplicable.

I slowly moved my steps towards the place where Yomiya-san's place was, and there was still a vacant seat next to her.

"Yanggong-san." I greeted her softly.

"Ah, Senior Sister President."

She spread her arms and shook her huge sleeves, and I looked at the triangular headscarf on her head and remembered that her class was hosting a haunted house.

"Mouth."

"What?"

I pointed to the corner of my mouth to signal that she had sauce on her lips.

"Huh? Do you want us to kiss you? I'm sorry...... We haven't awakened the soul of the lily yet. ”

“………”

No wonder Jinguji-san always wants to bully her.

After some explanation, I finally figured out that the red paint on her lips was very dark, and because the auditorium was very dark, I saw it as sauce, and I was a little embarrassed.

"Whoa! It's so funny that the president didn't see the expression on the senior's face just now when he spoke! ”

"Hmm...... Yes. I echoed softly.

"Senior, he must be so annoyed at this time, and he will think that the cultural festival is not interesting at all."

I thought about it for a moment and decided that she was not right.

"Jinguji students should be much broader than we imagined."

"Really? But we think that the senior must be uncomfortable in his heart. ”

Yonomiya-san's tone was very firm, and the smile on her face gradually faded, I looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Everyone only pays attention to the senior's appearance, everyone is judging people by their appearance, talking hearsay, no one wants to really understand him, and although the senior looks cold, his heart is as slender as a girl.

"And for those people, it's natural not to understand, otherwise it's an excess of self-awareness, and that's the uncomfortable part.

"No matter what kind of changes are made, they are ignored as a matter of course, but this is the right thing, if it is us, even if we don't say it, we will definitely be secretly sad in our hearts."

Probably, Yonomiya-san's resentment for Jingu Terakitsuki, and from her words, I heard such emotions venting.

"Hmm...... Jinguji-san, probably doesn't care, or he doesn't care about what outsiders think. ”

"That's because it's useless to care, so I pretend not to care."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, thinking that the people who could score 700 points were all some great guys who were different from the outside.

“…… Yang Gong's classmates have seen him very thoroughly. ”

Yang Gong shook his head at this time: "How come, we don't understand what he thinks at all."

"In our opinion, the senior is a strange guy, obviously he feels insignificant to himself, but if the same thing happens to the people around him, he is secretly angry.

"Pretending to be indifferent, pretending to be indifferent, but the heart is actually very angry.

"Senior Sister President, tell me, isn't it strange?"

I seemed to be refuted by her, and I couldn't make a voice to refute, and subconsciously looked at the stage, and I couldn't see the figure of Jinguji classmates on it.

At this time, it was the wind band that performed on stage.

I suddenly remembered something, and turned my head to look at Yomiya-san, who was looking intently at the stage.

"You went to the orchestra that day......" I couldn't help but say.

"Ah~ That's the matter, didn't the senior report it?"

Yonomiya pointed slightly to a girl in the middle behind the stage: "That girl's name is Chibongi, she is the deputy director of the wind club, and she became the deputy minister in the first grade, which is quite a powerful thing."

"If it goes well, when the third-year minister retires next year, she will take over as the head of the wind club.

"But the reality is not smooth, it seems that it is the transfer of my father, the whole family is moving to Hokkaido, even the house is empty and sold, there is no place for her to live in this city, and the departure is at noon today, and I can't wait for a moment.

"I saw the uncle and aunt at the entrance of the auditorium, it was Chippongi-san's parents, and when the performance was over, she was going to Hokkaido, and she didn't have time to visit the stalls.

"It's a pity that I can't pretend to be a ghost to scare her and avenge the revenge at that time."

Obviously there were some mischievous words, but Yanggong's classmates changed the impression they gave people in the past, and their voices were incredibly gentle.

"It's so far away......," I sighed.

Chibongi-san's refusal to say anything about it, but in the end, the head of the wind club found out, so the wind club temporarily changed his hexagram, just to catch up with today's performance, hoping to have the last time on the same stage with her.

"We haven't heard such a willful request, if it were us, we would definitely make it difficult for them, resolutely uncompromising, and let their relationship be ruined in our hands.

"Who is going to pay for their selfishness!"

"Romance?"

"Those two people are in a state of liking each other."

"Huh? But they're all girls. ”

Yang Gong's classmate glanced at me lightly, I couldn't talk about what kind of eyes it was, I just felt embarrassed and itchy.

"Are Tokyoites so old-fashioned? It's very common in Kansai. ”

"No, no, no, although I haven't been in Kansai, it must not be like that!"

If you're not careful, you complain.,When chatting with Yanggong classmates.,There's always someone who becomes a spit service.,Usually it's Jinguji classmates who take this role.。

"But why?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's proof that they like each other."

"That's what the entire wind club members say, and it seems that only two parties don't know that the other party likes them, and they are already dying of anxiety for them."

Isn't this a romantic comedy!

"So, after learning the truth, Jinguji-san-chan agreed to the request of the wind club?

"If that's the case, I have to criticize him, cultural festivals are not such a child's play, and it is too unfair to other communities."

"Hmm...... Therefore, the senior went to ask for it in person, and only after obtaining the consent of all the clubs did he revise the performance schedule again.

"Senior sister, can you imagine, the senior of Jinguji Temple, who is difficult to even say a word on weekdays, lowered his head and asked the seniors of the club who were angry, we almost thought that he had a crush on which girl in the wind club did this."

"After all, it's Jinguji classmates, so it's really possible to do this."

I pinched my chin and nodded, but I really couldn't imagine the scene of that Jinguji classmate bowing his head to someone.

"But when he got the consent of all the societies, let's ask him why he did it......"

I couldn't help but prick up my ears, I really wanted to hear the reason, but Yanggong was silent at this moment, and watched the performance of the wind club on the stage seriously, and the passionate and surging movement swept through the auditorium where we were.

It wasn't until the beautiful music came to an abrupt end, the applause in the auditorium was thunderous, and the girls on the stage hugged each other with tears and laughter, that the voice of Yanggong classmates sounded again.

"We must let all the clubs show their full strength, so as not to disappoint President Hoshinomori." She clapped her wind club and said calmly.

I was stunned for a few seconds, and I even forgot to give the applause, I was really ashamed of them.

I imagined in my mind that the tone of his voice when he said this actually caused me to have a little hazy tinnitus, and it took a while to calm down.

"I say something cool, I like to be handsome so much, why don't you come to me in person." I deliberately said this to add applause.

"It should be, I think it's a shame to bow your head and beg someone, such a shameful thing for you to know, maybe the president senior sister will use this to laugh at him from time to time."

I closed my eyes and felt that the lights on the stage were too dazzling.

"He's like this, where can I laugh at him, it's really ......"

……

……

At the back of the stage again, he was discussing something with a few of his classmates, intently giving instructions to the other group members in the headset, unaware of my arrival.

"The equipment team will check again, the lighting team will be in place, the announcer is ready to go on stage, and the president is still watching outside, don't be ashamed."

When a student looked up and saw me and was about to greet me, I made a "shhhh

That day, when I saw the diary, I was definitely confused and confused, and what I remember most was the fear that made me cold to the bone.

I'm scared that I've become a different Hoshino Mori Hoshino, I'm afraid that my body actually lives with two souls, and I'm afraid that I'm giving my heart at will.

Hesitating, hesitating, struggling, I tried to accept my past self, trying to be who I am, choosing to trust my instincts, and choosing to trust him for no reason.

I think I made the right choice.

Thanks to the "Planktonic Mayfly" for the tip.

(End of chapter)