My love index is at its maximum.

The last period is a class meeting, where the class activities for this year's cultural festival will be decided and the class leader will be selected.

As per past practice, the homeroom teacher's opinion on what activities to prepare and who to select as the person in charge will be for reference only, and the final result will be decided by student vote.

Hoshino Hanami gave the podium to the class president and stood next to Tazaki Tsukasa's seat.

By the way, the class monitor is a girl named Yuki Aizawa, who has a neat bob haircut.

She is tall and slender, with long, narrow eyes that slant upwards. Her face has sharp, clean lines from cheek to chin, and she is generally considered pretty. Her most striking feature is her aloofness.

Tazaki Tsukasa initially thought she would join the group, because according to his aesthetic sense, the class president's charm value was as high as 7 points. Of course, it was also possible that her female instructor-like temperament added points to his eyes, but in any case, she did not join the group, and the two of them did not exchange more than ten words throughout the semester.

[Haunted House]

Maid Cafe

[Rock Live]

[The Phantom Thief Breaks into the Secret Room]

Ninja Challenge

Five pre-discussed and most popular classroom decoration options were written on the blackboard, and then students voted on them using slips of paper, which were then collected and brought to the podium. Before the vote counting began, Hoshino Hanami kicked Murakami's light blue table: "Go up and help count the votes."

After Murakami Mizuiro took the stage, she pulled a book from Tazaki Tsukasa's desk, placed it on her chair, and sat down against the wall.

His face was turned toward the podium, and one hand was resting on the table to the side, seemingly unintentionally.

Tazaki looked around and moved the books on the table from the left side against the wall to the right side against the aisle, stacking them at a right angle to block the view from the front and sides.

Then, he turned his body to the side to block the view behind him, and then boldly reached out and held Hoshino Hanami's hands in an intimate way with ten hands interlocked.

Her warm, soft palm completely enveloped her. Hoshino Hanami didn't even turn around to look back, continuing to stare at the blackboard. Only the occasional slight tremor of her fingertips betrayed her inner excitement.

"One vote for the maid café."

"One vote for the haunted house."

"Last vote, the haunted house."

After counting the votes, Murakami Mizuiro looked towards his seat and, knowing full well what was going on, asked directly, "Teacher, can I go to the restroom?"

The entire class turned to look at them, and Tsukasa Tazaki quickly grabbed a book and placed it over their hands.

Even though the stacked books are already quite tall, it's always good to have an extra layer of protection.

"Go ahead." Hoshino Hana nodded without changing her expression. "Come back soon."

Murakami Mizuiro walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Come back soon?

He's not that stupid.

If you dare to come back before get out of class ends, your Chinese homework for this semester might get doubled.

Tazaki Tsukasa watched his best friend leave with a sense of satisfaction.

Murakami is always a trustworthy and good brother.

After the votes were tallied, the final result was that it was a haunted house.

"Why go to a haunted house? It's so boring..."

"Exactly! Maid cafes are so great!"

"Let's go to a different bunny girl cafe and vote again!"

"You guys are disgusting!" (A female gang leader shouted.)

"Is it wrong to like seeing female classmates in maid outfits?" (A boy muttered under his breath)

Amidst the murmurs, Hoshino Hanami turned around: "What did you write?"

“Rock live,” Tsukasa Tazaki replied without looking up. “I have absolutely no interest in maids or anything like that.”

"After all, she can't compare to Sakura, right?" Hoshino Hanami smiled meaningfully.

Tsukasa Tazaki asked instinctively, "Does the teacher know?"

"Know what?"

"without……"

"I'm talking about Kamakura last time." Hoshino Hanami pinched the back of his hand with her fingertips. "Explain what you're trying to say properly after class!"

"..."

After finalizing the classroom layout, a discussion ensued regarding the arts and cultural performance projects. Ultimately, the original stage play proposed by the arts and cultural committee member received the support of more than half of the students and was selected as the performance project.

As for the script for the performance...

Please see the following introduction.

One day, a vicious dragon descended upon the Kingdom of Loran and abducted the princess who was attending a celebration. The Queen was furious and summoned a swordsman, a magician, and a priest from the royal guard to discuss how to rescue the princess.

[Swordsman: Actually, I don't love the princess, but the knight who has fought alongside me for so long.]

[The magician: Rather than saving the princess, I'd rather use my crystal ball to record the dragon's humiliation of her; that would definitely make me a lot of money.]

[Priest: Being a priest won't save the Kingdom of Loran, so I've decided to abandon medicine and take up martial arts!]

Meanwhile, the dragon was saying to the princess in his arms: "Put your little dress on properly, knight."

...What a touching story!

Stop joking, okay?!

Why would such a dramatic and cheesy script be approved by 90% of the girls and 30% of the boys in the class?

What on earth is that woman thinking...? Tazaki Tsukasa looked at the literature committee member with fear. What kind of freak is that woman with glasses and long bangs?

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me give you an outline of the stage play."

The literature and art committee member cleared his throat, looking at Tsukasa Tazaki with a strangely excited expression: "Because the Kingdom of Loran has always been ruled by a queen, the male protagonist was forced to appear before everyone as a woman from birth. Only during his training with the royal guard did he appear before everyone as a 'knight-kun.' After the princess was kidnapped by a dragon, the swordsman went to rescue her. The two opened their hearts to each other in a life-or-death situation, gradually realizing that what is truly important cannot be seen with the eyes, and that true love is not afraid of worldly judgment..."

stop!

Please stop fantasizing!

After she said those words, the entire classroom was instantly enveloped in a tense atmosphere and became completely silent.

Next, the class monitor was supposed to start selecting performers, but because she was a girl with a cold exterior but a pure heart, she couldn't handle the shock brought by this subject matter and stood frozen on the stage.

With a strange expression, Hoshino Hanami released Tazaki Tsukasa's hand, walked up to the podium, and asked, "Does anyone have any questions about the stage play project? If there are any problems or areas for improvement, please feel free to raise them."

All of them are problems!

Tsukasa Tazaki roared inwardly, "Let's scrap the whole script and redesign it!"

A girl raised her hand and asked, "Is this kind of script okay in terms of public order and morals?"

"No problem," the arts and culture committee member affirmed. "No gore or violence, no sexual innuendo, suitable for all ages—absolutely no problem!"

When the other students in the class heard this idea, they looked at each other blankly and fell into deep thought.

Others who agreed with the script also started to jeer.

"I think this is great!"

"This might be more popular than regular dramas!"

"It's true! How interesting! We're sure to amaze everyone!"

"School festivals are supposed to be a stage for students to have fun, so a script that's too serious is not good!"

Hoshino Hanami crossed her arms and looked at the students below the stage with a smile.

She found the script quite interesting.

Since it's a school festival performance, instead of having a group of students act properly, it would be better to turn the story into a comedy.

After all, they are just students, not professional actors. A script that is too serious and earnest will only make the students involved feel embarrassed. Besides, even if a lighthearted comedic script is not a success, they can get over it by thinking, "Anyway, we are acting in a comedy."

Filling the holiday with all sorts of jokes and taking a relaxed approach to it is undoubtedly a better way.

"Then it's decided." Hoshino Hanami finally agreed, her eyes sweeping over Tazaki Tsukasa: "Let's start casting now. Anyone want to give it a try?"

A silence.

The literature and art committee member looked at Tsukasa Tazaki with excitement: "Tsukasa-kun, you play the role of Knight-kun!"

"...?"

“Let Murakami play the swordsman.” The arts committee member imagined the scene with a look of rapture: “With the chemistry you two have developed from spending time together, I’m sure you’ll find something to connect with in the play.”

Hoshino Hanami said with a smile, "I also think it would be great to have Tazaki-san play the princess. Don't worry about the costumes, the teacher will use the class funds to buy you the best ones."

"Wow~"

"Okay!"

"Agreed!"

"I can't wait for Tazaki-san to dress up as a girl!!!"

"Wait, wait!" Tazaki Tsukasa's voice drowned out the rest of the class. "I've already joined the executive committee, I don't have time to rehearse, you should find someone else!"

“That’s not a problem,” the arts and culture representative said. “We can rehearse during physical education classes, self-study periods, and class meetings.”

"It really won't work." Tsukasa Tazaki was so anxious that he stood up.

"Does Tazaki-kun really refuse to participate in even one class activity?"

"..."

"Go ahead and act!" some girls egged on. "We'll grant you any request as long as you're willing to act."

"...Teacher?" Tsukasa Tazaki looked at Hanami Hoshino with pleading eyes.

Hoshino Hanami tapped her arm: "Really not going to act?"

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded: "Absolutely not."

Are you kidding me?

She only had one male friend, Murakami Mizuiro, and if another BL drama were to happen, she would have to live with this strange label for the rest of her high school years.

“Then let’s change the actor.” Hoshino Hanami raised her hand to signal everyone to quiet down. “Respecting the actor’s wishes, let’s start selecting an actor again.”