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Chapter 247 - 136. Sports Festival (1)_2

Chapter 247: 136. Sports Festival (1)_2

"No, no, no, you must have heard wrong. I said the high school girls from the Capital City look so pretty, their skirts so short."

"Bullshit, you clearly... Wait, do you have photos?"

"That’s right! We won’t believe you without photos!"

There’s something I must clarify: the skirt lengths of high school girls in anime are not something you would see in real school settings.

For example, at Goda High, if a girl has slightly shorter legs, the hem of the skirt pretty much connects seamlessly with their socks, not revealing even a bit of flesh.

It’s only when they are off school grounds, for the sake of looking good, that the girls roll up their skirts.

After school, Dubian Che with his newly made reeds played Matsuda Seiko’s songs on his way to the Human Observation Department.

As soon as he opened the sliding door of the activity room, a sweet scent mixed with the aroma of tea hit him.

Jiutiao Meiji was lounging on the sofa lazily, holding a book in one hand, while the other occasionally stretched towards the cookie jar on the table.

On the other side, with slender hands holding an exquisite teapot, in the mist slowly rising from the tea cup, Kiyono Lin’s profile was as clean as white jade.

"Has the Human Observation Department also succumbed to becoming a tea-drinking club?" Dubian Che closed the sliding door behind him and walked to his seat.

"A tea-drinking club?" Kiyono Lin straightened up and flicked her pencil-dust-like glossy black hair with the tip of her fingers.

"As far as I know, the light music club, the GJ club, and the Servant Club have all been eroded by tea culture. By the way, the ’Extreme East Magic Napping Society’ was killed off by sleeping."

"Let’s not talk about the ’Extreme East Magic Napping Society’ or the GJ club, but the Servant Club?" Jiutiao Meiji asked with a hostile tone.

"I’m proud of you. ’Extreme East Magic Napping Society’ rolls off your tongue quite smoothly, huh? That’s a phrase not easily uttered in one breath unless you have a certain degree of chuunibyou."

"Answer my question."

Under his girlfriend’s icy stare, Dubian Che obediently answered: "It’s a club founded at school by the daughter of a Chiba Prefecture assemblyman who is still in high school."

"A Chiba Prefecture assemblyman?" Jiutiao Meiji took a bite of the cookie, producing a crisp sound, "Isn’t that fat pig only known for having one mediocre son in his thirties?"

"Whether it’s a son or a daughter, if they named their club ’Servant Club’, it shows the person is indeed mediocre." Kiyono Lin picked up her teacup and sipped very elegantly.

...Shouldn’t this be the time to criticize the author?

Otherwise, Miss Yuzuki, even if she turned into an insect, would never choose such a name as the ’Servant Club’.

"Your Human Observation Department is just as stupid," Jiutiao Meiji mocked without courtesy.

"If you think it’s stupid, would you please leave the club, Jiutiao?"

"The Miss decides what she wants to do; it’s not your place to instruct me, Kiyono."

"By the way, did you guys hear about the sports festival?" Dubian Che quickly interrupted the two who were about to start bickering again. "It sounds like every club has to participate in a fun match against other clubs."

Kiyono Lin put down her teacup and caressed the rim with her fingertips, pondering, "I’m not good at sports, but I could participate in an event that doesn’t require physical strength."

"What about you, Meiji?" Dubian Che asked.

"What options are there?" Jiutiao Meiji swung her slender, fat-free legs.

"Not sure," Dubian Che stared at her dazzling white leg skin, "but probably things like group jump rope, borrow-and-run races, cavalry battles, and so on."

"Boring."

Whether it was boring or not was completely irrelevant.

"I’m off to the Wind Instrument Club practice." Dubian Che’s bottom had barely warmed his seat when he seized the opportunity to make a quick exit.

As long as he wasn’t present, he couldn’t care less how much the two of them argued.

Time passed day by day, and with some time left until the sports festival, the most important current affair in Goda was the Student Council President election.

This had nothing to do with the first-year students.

Although the school rules did not stipulate that the position must be held by a second-year, it had become an unspoken rule, and with the two young ladies showing no interest in the Student Council, hardly any first-year student was able to break this tradition.

October 9th, Friday.

Out of boredom and a desire to broaden his horizons, Dubian Che and Kunii Shuichi ran to the gym at noon to listen to a debate among the candidates.

The position of Student Council President at Goda could lead to a principal’s recommendation for university, and if the interview went well, it almost certainly guaranteed a college spot, so many capable people competed.

The debate was quite exciting, with two female candidates ending up in a fight.

According to the second-year students beneath the stage, these two usually couldn’t stand each other, regularly engaged in petty sniping and slander, and there was even an incident where they "argued for two full hours in a class group chat."

At 3:40 PM, the bell rang for the end of school.

"Ah, how dare you pull my hair!"

"I’ll kill you, you vixen!"

It wasn’t just the end of school; during all the breaks that afternoon, Kunii Shuichi and Saito Keisuke pinched their noses and imitated the midday battle for their classmates.

The more the girls covered their mouths and giggled, the more motivated the boys became, and their performances grew more and more exaggerated; they were thoroughly sixteen-year-old high school boys.

Dubian Che lamented that he still wasn’t young at heart, packed up his backpack, and walked out of the classroom.

For some reason, Kiyono Lin was waiting at the door of classroom four.

She was reading a book with one hand while the autumn afternoon sunshine gently lit up her profile through the glass windows.

Moved by this picturesque scene, Dubian Che closed his mouth, which had been ready to speak, and just silently watched her.

Unfortunately, after only two seconds, Kiyono Lin’s drooping eyelashes quivered slightly, and she gracefully lifted her face.

"Looking for me?" Dubian Che asked first.

"Who else could I be looking for?"

"I thought you were also here to watch the ’Student Council President Fight’ stage drama."

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