Although he had made a grand wish to promote 'rabbit dango (tentative name)' to everyone, how to actually do it was still a problem.
"I guess the most traditional tactic, handing out flyers, how about that? If we can pair it with samples, I think it should be quite effective for advancement."
Kawaragi Momoka, who was quite satisfied with the taste of the rabbit dango and had become its supporter, suggested this.
As a street musician who had performed on the streets not long ago, the only hurdle for handing out flyers, shame, had long been overcome. For Kawaragi Momoka, this level of task was no longer even a challenge.
"While it's not impossible, we only have Miss Momoka as our combat power right now. If you go hand out flyers, won't the shop be unable to operate?"
Asakura said with some distress.
"Before that, why didn't you count yourself, the owner, as part of the combat power? Are you that eager to be lazy?"
Kawaragi Momoka stared at Asakura and said.
"Ah, Miss Momoka, did you forget something?"
Asakura pointed to himself and revealed a smile so bright it was inexplicably annoying: "I'm still a student, you know, and I'm about to leave for school now."
"Gulp…"
Kawaragi Momoka, who dropped out of high school at 17, felt inexplicably hurt.
"But your suggestion is indeed very good. I'll ask someone to help design the flyers. The remaining rabbit dango will easily pass their best-by date if not eaten quickly. Whether to refrigerate them or give them to others in the shopping district is up to Miss Momoka. Today's are just prototypes, so don't worry about the cost."
Asakura pulled out his seemingly deflated satchel from somewhere and greeted Kawaragi Momoka: "Then I'll head out now."
"Have a good one~"
Kawaragi Momoka, with a rabbit dango in her mouth, waved at Asakura in an un-adultlike manner.
Inside Soubu High School.
As the top student in his grade, Asakura naturally had a certain degree of preferential treatment from most teachers. Even though many teachers noticed he was a bit distracted today, besides Hiratsuka Shizuka, the other teachers tacitly pretended not to see.
And Asakura spent the entire morning doodling on illustrations in several textbooks, confirming that in this life, just like his previous one, he had no artistic talent.
It seemed that not only the flyers, but even the design of the Is the Order a Rabbit? Dessert Shop sign would have to be left to professionals.
When the bell for lunch break rang, Asakura was about to get up when he found the Class President had run to the podium at some point and called out to the students who were about to disperse.
"Although it's a bit rushed, I want to confirm what activity our class will do for the school festival now."
The Class President said loudly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a crowd of people began to voice their opinions, and the entire class instantly devolved into chaos.
If it were last year, probably not many people would have been interested in the school festival. After all, Soubu High School is a college-preparatory high school, and past school festivals were always stiff and uninteresting.
But this year, with Amakusa Shino on the verge of successfully usurping power, as Soubu High School's biggest fun-maker, her ascent to the Student Council President's throne also meant that this year's Student Council could pull off many new tricks and try activities that would have definitely been impossible in the past.
Of course, this doesn't refer to biting lighters.
"Hey, hey, hey! I hope we can do a '100 Yen All-You-Can-Eat Family Restaurant'!"
Even Yanami, not far from Asakura's seat, couldn't suppress her inner excitement and shouted, raising her hand.
"The class will go bankrupt!"
Naturally, the Class President, who retained normal human sanity, instantly rejected her proposal.
"The quality of girls in our class is inexplicably high this year, so I propose a swimsuit cafe! We'll definitely make a fortune!"
A certain boy's suggestion immediately received a response from other boys.
"That's right, that's right!"
"Exactly!"
"At this point, there's nothing but agreement!"
Meanwhile, the girls expressed their dissatisfaction and protested one after another.
"We don't want to wear those things and be looked at with disgusting eyes!"
"That's right, that's right!"
"Exactly!"
"At this point, there's nothing but agreement!"
"It's not disgusting eyes at all; it's a gaze of appreciation for beautiful things, it's objective, fair, and pure!"
"That's right, that's right!"
"Exactly!"
"At this point, there's nothing but agreement!"
Are the ones making a ruckus all the same people?
Asakura watched with cold eyes.
The Class President was at a loss for a good solution for a while and could only tap the blackboard, making everyone quiet down before announcing a vote.
At this moment, almost all the boys in the class implicitly showed expressions of victory.
Indeed, the quality of girls in this class is very high this year, but on the other hand, the boys have an absolute advantage in numbers.
Almost without needing to vote, the final situation was already clearly visible before their eyes.
After all, it's only at times like these that boys become exceptionally united, driven by the mysterious forces of puberty.
Will they win?
They're guaranteed to win!
"The voting is over, so our class's project will be a Haunted House Cafe."
The Class President announced after counting the votes.
"What?!"
"We actually lost!"
"How could this be?!"
"At this point, let's eat first."
The boys redirected their gaze to the voting section on the blackboard.
Haunted House Cafe (14 votes)
Swimsuit Cafe (8 votes)
Bunny Girl Cafe (7 votes)
Furry Cafe (4 votes)
Giant Drill Cafe (2 votes) ← Asakura voted for this one.
Tap Water Tasting Club (1 vote)
100 Yen All-You-Can-Eat Restaurant (1 vote)
"The votes were split!"
"How obsessed are you guys with cafes?!"
"Aren't bunny girls also furries?"
"No, you heretic!"
"What the hell is a drill? Don't make people's fetishes even more complicated!"
"But drills are a man's romance too…"
""Shut up!""
The united boys were crushed by the cruel reality and instantly split apart.
"Is there no one who likes the 100 Yen All-You-Can-Eat… I thought it was quite appealing."
Yanami mumbled disappointedly.
When everyone else was thinking about making a fuss, she was the only one genuinely aiming for food. Should one say this child has a pure personality, or is she overly loyal to her desires…
Seeing the dissatisfaction of the other boys rapidly accumulating and on the verge of rebellion, Asakura, who had been staying out of it until now, suddenly spoke.
"Since it's a cafe with haunted house elements, isn't it normal for the girls to dress up as monster girls?"
The boys suddenly quieted down, then simultaneously showed expressions of sudden realization.
"That's it—!"