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"Xiaozhi, isn't it a bit too much to suddenly talk about banning it?"

"This decision was made after a vote by other clubs. If it weren't for Mr. Totsugi's efforts and President Nagano's leniency, the film club would have been shut down directly."

She turned her gaze to Eriri, "The club recruitment was open to all first-year students, but they only recruited one member, which no longer meets the club's requirements."

"Xiaozhi, is there any other way?"

"This is the result of the president's efforts. The film club, which has a small number of members, is receiving the highest level of funding for its activities, and it is also accompanied by a series of scandals."

"How could I have been completely unaware?" Fujikawa gave a wry smile.

"As the club president, your continued absence from meetings is one of the reasons," Matsuzaka Hae said bluntly. "No club is like yours; even if there are similar clubs, they try to keep a low profile and avoid violating rules that the student council can use against them."

"I'm sorry, senior, there's nothing I can do."

Chapter 81 Ghost members are still members!!!

Matsuzaka Hae's footsteps faded at the end of the corridor, and an eerie silence fell over the activity room, like a frozen film reel, with everyone bowing their heads and remaining silent.

The news came too suddenly, and this time it seems serious; they had all been joking before.

Summer Aoi got up from her chair and walked out of the activity room, seemingly unconcerned about the ultimatum that Matsuzaka Hae had just issued.

"Summer-senpai," Yingli called out her name anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Xia Rikui stopped in her tracks and looked at Yingyingli, who had a worried expression. "Don't worry, you have to trust your seniors."

Her hand brushed against Yingyingli's ponytail. "The worst that can happen is that the group disbands—anyway, I'm graduating next year."

Xia Rikui showed more patience towards the only promising student in the film club, but her words did little to alleviate her anxiety.

If Eiri could truly trust her seniors, the film club wouldn't have ended up in this state.

Fujikawa Kaze threw the storyboard on the table and lay back in his chair without any regard for appearances. "Eiri, just relax. Just shoot a few campus life vlogs or something to get by."

"But she said she would decide whether to ban it based on the quality..." Yingyingli was still a little scared.

"It's just a common tactic used by the student council to intimidate people. After all, their activity funds are limited, and it's normal for them to dislike those who take the money but don't do their jobs." Fujikawa tidied his messy hair.

“I still don’t think it’s fake.” Yingyingli lowered her head.

"President, I think so too." Miura's round face was full of worry.

Although Yuto Takahashi, who was sitting next to him, did not speak, it was clear that he shared the same thoughts.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Fujikawa grumbled, "How long have you guys been here? How long have I been here? Come on, the club activities are over, go do what you need to do."

"But......."

"There are no 'buts'." Fujikawa Kaze shooed everyone away from the activity room.

When the door to the activity room was gently closed, only Fujikawa Kaze and Ito Yujin remained inside.

He slumped into the swivel chair, his eyes fixed on the yellowed movie posters on the wall.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "It should be true. Xiaozhi wouldn't joke like that."

Standing next to Fujikawa, Ito could clearly feel the tremor in his voice.

This place holds too many memories for the other person, and as the president, he cannot bring these emotions to the members.

"What should I do..." he murmured, asking both Ito and himself.

"Ito, am I really useless? The seniors handed the club over to me." Fujikawa put his arm over his eyes.

"That's what I think too."

“The ghost member has no right to talk to me. Go back to your dirt.” Fujikawa said with a laugh.

Sigh, he was telling the truth. Fujikawa was a very incompetent president. If he were even slightly responsible, he wouldn't have missed the meeting to disband his own club. We only found out now.

However, he really had no right to criticize the other party. The fact that the club was to be shut down was partly due to his status as a ghost member.

"So why didn't you do it properly?" Ito asked, puzzled.

“If it were really possible, our film club wouldn’t have fallen to such a state.” Fujikawa opened the Pocari Sweat bottle on the table. “After the last graduating class, we were no longer able to make films.”

"Why? Miura and Takahashi are quite capable too, and there's also you and Natsumi." Ito dodged the Pocari Sweat that Fujikawa had opened.

“They’re fine, but the biggest problem is we don’t have anyone else.” Fujikawa sighed. “Do you know why this year’s newcomers only have Eiri?”

"That's not because you've completely forgotten the diary for club recruitment."

“I was just kidding you. Even if it were unreliable, it wouldn’t be this bad.” Fujikawa’s hand brushed over the storyboard. “Actually, quite a few people applied, but I rejected them all in the end.”

"Whether it's making movies or videos, joining a film club always requires some skills. If you don't have them, you can learn them, that's fine. But if someone has bad character, that's completely unacceptable."

When Fujikawa said this, he was clearly recalling the scene from that time, and his tone became much more forceful.

“There was a filming project at the time where those who wanted to act could act, while those who didn’t could learn how to operate the equipment and do odd jobs. That’s how both Miura and I went through it.”

"But those guys weren't happy about it." Fujikawa looked at the trophy in the corner with a complicated expression. "Because they heard about winning the award, they joined on a whim. They didn't even bother to catch up during their breaks, and they were even slacking off during club activities."

"That guy Xia Ri was too good to them. He stayed up all night drawing storyboards and painstakingly writing scripts, and even added annotations to make them easier to understand. As a result, he received complaints and insults from them behind their backs."

Looking at the storyboard he had just picked up, Ito finally understood why.

On this point, he felt that Fujikawa had done nothing wrong.

"So the reason we've been slacking off all this time is because we're short-handed?"

Fujikawa nodded. "The script and storyboard are also problems. If we find someone else, it's inevitable that the same thing will happen again, causing even greater harm to Natsumi."

Now that we understand the problem, it's much easier to solve. The script can be given to Yoshida Nai, and as for manpower, that's another matter; we can make appropriate cuts later.

"Hey Ito, why don't I feel sad at all?" Fujikawa looked Ito up and down suspiciously. "The film club is being shut down, and you're going to be dug out of the ground too."

I was originally buried in the ground...

"Actually, I have an idea that I originally wanted to discuss with you, but now I think it's a good idea."

"What? Use the activity fund to treat us to a meal?"

"Don't lump me in with you..." Ito said disdainfully. "Submit the event application later. I'll make a decision after I've shown you the script. You don't want the film club to be shut down, do you?"

“I still think you’re better off staying in the soil. As the president, I have a responsibility to the members.”

Ito threw the empty Pocari Sweat bottle into the trash can.

"Just you wait and see."

After saying that, he opened the sliding door and walked out of the activity room.

The afternoon sunlight flowed through the corridor at four o'clock, and the school bell rang at the right time.

As they rounded the corner, they saw Xia Rikui leaning against the wall. She and Ito both walked past silently without saying a word.

I opened my phone and received LINE messages from Takikawa and Asada.

Takikawa: "There's so much food, it's all so delicious."

Takikawa: "Eyes sparkling with hearts.jpg"

Takikawa: "Help! I can't eat anymore, there's still so much left!"

That's good, dinner's taken care of.

Asada posted a picture that looks like tofu skin sushi. The light yellow fried tofu skin pockets are bulging and the edges are slightly upturned.

Asada: "I made quite a lot; it can be used as dinner."

Chapter 82 Demons and Angels

He had given the key to the rooftop in advance, since the cooking club was closer to the rooftop and she could go up directly after school.

At this moment, Ito stood in the dimly lit stairwell leading to the rooftop, and through the door at the end, he could see Asada standing alone by the rooftop railing.

Beside her on the ground was a simple square lunchbox, inside which were presumably the bean curd rice balls she had made herself.

He climbed the steps, the wind creaking softly from the door as it passed by his ears.

"Wow!"

The moment Ito stepped onto the rooftop, Takikawa suddenly leaped out from the shadows behind the door, his hands forming claw shapes, the last syllable of his voice drawn out by the wind.

"..." Ito stopped in his tracks, staring at her expressionlessly. He paused for a second before speaking, "How scary, I was frightened."

Ito responded, and it would have been even better if his answer had been more emotional.

"Tsk, boring."

Anna Takikawa immediately put her hand down, pouted, crossed her arms, turned around, and walked towards the center of the rooftop, the hem of her school uniform skirt fluttering in the wind.

"Let's get started quickly, don't waste time," she urged, her voice more nasal than usual.

Despite still having a cold, he was so energetic.

"Ito, what are you going to do?" Asada asked.

"I plan to teach you the dance 'God's Drifting with the Current'," Ito said, opening the music he had uploaded to iTunes on his phone.

"God's Drifting With the Current? Is that the song you played in the broadcasting room during the cultural festival?"

"Hmm, isn't it great?"

"The song... it's alright." Takikawa Anna, who had already reached the center of the rooftop, turned her head back, deliberately turning her face to the side, looking at the buildings in the distance. "The person... he's not good."

Thank you for your kind words, but the second half of the sentence is actually unnecessary.

"God's Drifting With the Current also includes dance?" Asada looked at Ito.

“Yes, you could call it an otaku dance. Like the song, it’s full of energy.” Ito handed his phone to Asada. “I’ll demonstrate it first, and you can play the music.”

Ito turned her back, clasped her hands behind her back, and waited for the music to start.

Asada lightly tapped the screen with her fingertips, and the drumbeats of the intro leaped out like a heartbeat.

Ito's figure swayed from side to side to the rhythm, and before the "Yo~" sound, he turned halfway around, looking forward with one foot behind him.

With a "Yo!", he raised his left hand from behind, and his right hand followed suit, while his right foot moved backward to join his left foot.

As a sound similar to the striking of a wooden fish appeared, he clapped his left and right hands together, then crossed his hands and stretched them forward, slightly bent his left leg, and hopped towards his right leg, repeating this twice.

After the final slap, place your right hand on your waist, swing your left hand forward, then lean your whole body forward, separating your left and right feet a distance apart, while maintaining the bouncing motion of your body.