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Chapter 233 - 131. Cultural Festival (4)_2

Chapter 233: 131. Cultural Festival (4)_2

"Of course."

"...So you guys are really working hard." Dubian Che decided he would still give 100 yen to the class president later.

"No worries," Banana Tree Kunii exclaimed excitedly, "this is the last one, other people will take over in the afternoon, Saito and I have been talking for half the day and planning a meticulous Cultural Festival itinerary!"

"Exactly!" Apple Tree Saito might have wanted to nod, but didn’t have the latitude, "First up is the Manga Club, and according to the intel I got, you just need to find the most cornered senior, say the password, and you can buy an 18+ doujinshi."

"What’s the password?"

"Do you also wish to dance?"

"I’m definitely not going to buy that kind of vulgar stuff, just curious about the password," said Dubian Che.

"Why the rush to explain? The password is ’Do you also wish to dance?’"

"I see."

"Right," said Banana Tree Kunii, "I’ve been hearing people talk about the Human Observation Department’s movie; grab us two internal tickets later."

"One for 200."

"We have to pay too?"

"Of course," Dubian Che wanted to nod like the class president but couldn’t, "You dare to scam Kiyono Lin’s money?"

"...We’d better pay up."

Three trees stood facing away from the male and female protagonists discussing a romantic relationship, chattering quietly, and ten minutes passed quickly.

Kunii Shuichi and Saito Huijie couldn’t wait to head to the Manga Club, fearing they would be late to get anything. Dubian Che felt much better and decided to look for a classroom turned restaurant to eat lunch.

He used his position on the Executive Committee to get a bunch of discount coupons and even tickets for front row seats at the Dance Stick Department.

But let’s not mention the Dance Stick Department; should have known to sell those tickets at a high price earlier.

The girls from the Dance Stick Department were generally pretty cute, with that Capital City look, scalping tickets would definitely have a market.

Musing nonsensically, Dubian Che entered a first-year class.

"Welcome, how many in your party?"

"Just one."

"Can you sit here?"

After ordering Chinese-style cold noodles, Dubian Che took a look at the area set up as a kitchen; the "kitchen" was completely made following methods taught by the Tokyo TV station.

It seems he wasn’t the only high school student who spent that typhoon day at home watching TV.

Next, Dubian Che went to the club building and started touring from the first floor.

He was forcibly pulled over by the Photography Department for photographs; they said it was free, but then claimed that while the photograph was free, they charged 500 yen for the costumes;

He then visited the Abacus Department.

Although he didn’t understand how to use the abacus, the sound of the beads clacking seemed very impressive, and he genuinely clapped before handing over 100 yen as a visiting fee;

He also tried flower arrangement at the Flower Department.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, though the branches kept falling off and needed someone to hold them, the handling fee was 300 yen;

At the third floor staircase, he stumbled upon the real Fortune Telling Department.

This time, Dubian Che didn’t ask about his tenure; he inquired about his marital prospects.

The witch glanced at Dubian Che, recognized him, very famous, very handsome, girlfriend named Jiutiao Meijie.

With such credentials, still asking about marital prospects.

"Looks bleak," she said somberly.

"How bleak is bleak?"

"It’s okay, you have the ability to fix things, it all depends on your determination."

"So how bleak is it, exactly?"

"Besides determination, you need a bit of luck. You’ve run into trouble recently, right? Must be troubling. Right now, for just 100 yen, I can change your luck."

"This is a discount voucher."

"Sincere discount of 50 yen."

Changing strategies, he decided to visit clubs you could win money at.

Shogi Club.

They were holding an event named "Battle for the title of Goda Dragon King". Entry fee 200 yen, limited to thirty minutes per person, champion takes all the day’s earnings from the Shogi Club.

Wasn’t this just set up for the protagonist?

Back when Kirito entered GGO, impressing Shi Nainai with his moves, winning a large sum of money, him, Dubian Che, crushing the Shogi Club alone to clinch the ’Goda Dragon King’ title should not be an issue!

Result: Loss of 200 yen.

"Why didn’t they write in the tournament handbook that the Shogi Club Minister was a professional player?"

Guessing Department.

Answering five questions correctly returned 200 yen of the entry fee, and from the fifth question onward, each set of five correct answers earned a reward of 100 yen.

The first question: In the movie version of "Detective Conan," "Crimson Love Letter," what are the last two lines following Haibara Ai’s poem that goes "Grievously yearning, ready to forsake life itself"?

You call this guessing?

Result: A loss of 200 yen.

By the way, the last two lines are: "If I linger in this world, it’s to disguise my foolish passion."

"My life, if it must be lost, then so be it, for if my secret love is revealed while I continue to live much longer, it will be exposed."

"Where are you yelling about something?" In the Human Observation Department clubroom, Kiyono Lin looked displeasedly at Dubian Che as he opened the door, her gaze full of intensity.

"So, Dora-Lin, you’re here. I’m so doomed!"

"Is that so?" Kiyono Lin responded uninterestedly and nonchalantly.

"You’re too cold."

"Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"That won’t be necessary," Dubian Che said as he pulled out a chair and sat down at his own seat, "the main injuries are to my heart and wallet."

Kiyono Lin flipped a page of her book, too lazy to even speak.

Dubian Che noticed the hardcover book in her hands; by the look of the typeset, it seemed to be something like classical literature.

"I always had a question, for someone like you, Kiyono..."

"Someone like me?" Kiyono Lin’s gaze hardened.

"Like a literary girl, I’m praising you."

"Lies."

Dubian Che pretended not to hear and continued, "Don’t literary girls have no interest in stuff like ’Conan’ and prefer older songs? Kiyono, do you know Mizuki Xuanshi and Lunai?"

"I’ve heard of Mizuki Xuanshi, not Lunai," Kiyono Lin answered honestly.

"How about Nakajima Mika, Sakai Izumi, Ayumi Hamasaki?"

"I know all of them."

"Seems we have quite similar tastes in hobbies."

Kiyono Lin was a bit curious, "Which singer do you like?"

"Matsuda Seiko."

"Matsuda Seiko?"

"Don’t you know her? That shouldn’t be the case," Dubian Che cleared his throat, "The Matsuda Seiko who sings ’Ah, my love already far away with the south wind.’"

Kiyono Lin closed her book and buried her face in her hands.

Her expression was invisible, only her shoulders twitching slightly.

"Are you laughing? Are you mocking me?!"

Kiyono Lin slowly raised her head, her expression calm, and nodded, "So, you like Matsuda Seiko."

"Don’t push me too far! Kiyono, I must say, this thing about you saying I sing badly, I have tolerated it for a long time!"

Kiyono Lin was not angry at all; in fact, she seemed quite amused, "There’s nothing I can do about it; who made Mr. Dubian you sing so terribly?"

"Kiyono is really sharp-tongued, huh. By the way, I really like that about you."

The girl’s expression turned sour instantly, glaring at Dubian Che with extreme disdain.

She couldn’t be bothered with Dubian Che and prepared to read her book when suddenly the sound of instruments came from outside the window.

It didn’t sound like music being prepared for the Cultural Festival.

Dubian Che listened for a while and then said to Kiyono Lin, "Have they already started practicing?"

"There’s less than a month left until the national competition; they don’t want to be bothered about anything other than performing."

"I hope their hard work pays off, and they can win the gold medal." Dubian Che was moved by the dedication of the Wind Instrument Club.

A day to relax at the Cultural Festival, no one could blame them, but they still persisted with their practice, including many third-year students who were about to take the entrance exams.

Kiyono Lin simply said, "The Wind Instrument Club doesn’t talk about having holidays before a contest. For a club aiming for the national competition, striving hard is the base expectation, let alone winning a gold medal."

"You’re too harsh on them."

"They... aren’t you a member of the Wind Instrument Club too?"

"Nope, I was born in the Human Observation Department and I’ll die in the Human Observation Department clubroom."

"When you die, be it then, it will only cause me trouble."

"Hey..."

Kiyono Lin opened her book again, ignoring Dubian Che, her fair fingers gently pinching the corner of the page.

Dubian Che looked out the window, as the sun set, the first day of the Cultural Festival was almost over, having had their fun, it was time to prepare for the national competition.