Monday morning, first period was Hiratsuka Shizuka's Japanese class.
The female teacher, wearing a white lab coat, had just entered the classroom when she announced two big matters.
The first: the cooking class teacher who had previously taken a leave of absence due to hospitalization had recovered, so in the coming days, the cooking classroom would be reopened. The first class would be held this Friday, and thereafter, it would be held once every two weeks.
Most schools in Japan offered cooking classes, also known as home economics classes. The main content of the course was to teach students basic cooking skills, such as cutting vegetables and how to make curry.
Due to Japan's implementation of happy education, it was not easy for ordinary people to enter a good university, so a considerable number of students would not choose to pursue higher education after graduation, either directly entering the workforce or finding a good man to marry, transitioning seamlessly into the role of housewife.
The significance of the cooking class's existence was to ensure that this latter group of people wouldn't be completely clueless about housework after marriage.
This news did not cause much of a stir in the class. For most students, cooking class was nothing unfamiliar, basically just a chill class where you could slack off.
In contrast, the second piece of news announced by Teacher Hiratsuka was much more weighty.
There were less than two weeks left before Shuka's school festival.
This was a traditional event held in many Japanese schools, usually only once a year, lasting two to three days.
During the school festival, the school would lift access restrictions, allowing even outsiders to freely visit and enjoy the campus.
The activities during the school festival were simple: each class and club would showcase themselves. Students could rehearse performances, organize haunted houses, maid cafés, or food stalls, there was great freedom.
Most students were extremely enthusiastic about any on-campus activity unrelated to studying; as long as it wasn't class, it was a good event.
Let alone something as grand as the school festival, many people had already started discussing it excitedly.
"How about doing a haunted house? I still have ketchup bought back in middle school to fake blood! I can bring it tomorrow."
"Haunted houses are already out of fashion… and would anyone really use ketchup to fake blood? The smell's way too obvious."
"What about a dessert shop? I have quite a bit of confidence in the cookies I bake, I bet they'll sell really well."
"But the competition's probably gonna be intense, right? If everyone's doing dessert shops, it'll be hard for us to stand out…"
Amid the noisy chatter, someone whispered, "How about a maid café? That way, maybe we could see Classmate Kaito's…"
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "But! Ler! Outfit!"
Time seemed to stand still, and the air fell silent in an instant.
Just a second ago, the girls had been chatting feverishly. Now they looked at each other, then one after another turned to look at the figure sitting by the window. In their multicolored pupils, an eye-blinding glow lit up like light bulbs.
Even though "maid" was in the name, according to tradition, the boys in the class were also expected to pitch in.
The handsome ones would dress up and go out to attract customers, the average-looking ones would handle logistics, making full use of each person's strengths.
The usual Kaito of Class 2 always wore Shuka's western-style uniform and was already so good-looking it was hard to look at him directly. Even now, so long after the school year started, people still occasionally zoned out while watching his side profile by the window.
If he could change into an elegant and mysterious black tailcoat, bow slightly in front of you, wearing a doting smile, and softly say, "Milady, your meal is served…"
'AAAAAH! Truly worth the price of admission even if I die!'
"Support! Full support required!"
"Maid café is the right choice, I'm not messing around, I swear!"
"Exactly! I've been studying the various types and applications of butler uniforms for ten years now, so leave the measuring to me! I'll obey every command with no second thoughts!"
Kaito: "..."
He wasn't interested in the classmates' discussions and didn't plan on voicing an opinion, but unexpectedly, the fire ended up burning all the way to him.
Even Anon from the back seat came to join the fun, her gray eyes sparkling, her whole face spelling out three big words, "Let me see!"
And that wasn't all.
Yumiko also secretly sent him a message, indirectly expressing that she wanted to see him in a new outfit on their next date. From the looks of it, she'd developed a new "cosplay" hobby.
As for little Bocchi in the corner, even though she hadn't messaged him or come over, judging from her hopeful gaze, she clearly had similar expectations.
"Ahem! Everyone quiet down."
At the critical moment, it was still Hiratsuka Shizuka on the podium who knocked on the blackboard to suppress the students' growing excitement.
She didn't beat around the bush. Since everyone had their own ideas, the fairest method was, of course, to decide by vote.
—The final result was obvious.
The maid café took an overwhelming lead with ninety-nine percent of the votes, and even the reserved and cute girl herself voted for it.
Although Kaito hadn't cast his vote yet, in the face of such overwhelming support, whether or not he voted no longer mattered.
He didn't have any bad feelings toward the maid café. Although he might have to put on a butler uniform and go out to draw in customers, it was a rare school festival after all. Experiencing it could be fun. So after thinking it over, he voted for it as well.
And with that, it passed unanimously.
———
[4:00 P.M.]
The school bell had long since rung. Aside from some "go-home club" members, most students would participate in club activities during this time.
The Supernatural Research Club.
The supreme president arrived on time to his loyal club room.
Well, not loyal exactly.
The moment he entered, Yumiko pounced on him like an enthusiastic golden retriever, eager to pin her master to the sofa and lick his face. Previously, she still kept things restrained at school out of consideration for Bocchi's feelings. But now that Bocchi had become a sister who had "faced gunfire" with her, her last bit of restraint was gone.
She wasn't pretending anymore. She laid it all bare.
Once she accepted her star-speak, then she became invincible.
She not only clung to her own masochistic role, she even wanted to drag the little social anxiety girl along with her, no code of honor at all.
But for girls, this kind of thing was clearly still a bit ahead of the curve. Even though she had already developed the closest possible relationship with the president, Goto Ichiri was still blushing and her heart pounding, shaking her little head like a rattle drum.
"Alright, tone it down a bit."
Kaito tapped the forehead of the girl in his arms, stopping her from continuing to go wild. Not because he disliked it, but because, footsteps were approaching in the distance, then disappeared at the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Then, rhythmic knocking, accompanied by a melodious female voice like snowy springs ringing in the air.
"Excuse me, may I come in?"
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