I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

That leaves only one problem: money!

“Our school can hold the sports festival first and then the cultural festival, which would basically unify the timing of the sports festival,” Hayama said sincerely to Himekoji. “I’ve checked the school calendar for this…”

“Okay, I understand. I’ve also checked the school calendar. This matter is approved. However—,” Himekoji glanced at Iroha Isshiki and then at Hayama, who was awaiting judgment, and said, “Even if the three schools’ sports festivals are held around the same time, it’s impossible for them to be completely synchronized. If your soccer club can persuade the other two schools to adjust their sports festival dates to be synchronized with ours before the end of Golden Week, I’ll handle the event funding and prizes. If it goes well, it might even become a new tradition, like a three-way championship... Well, that’s probably difficult, but it’s also quite challenging. Just imagine a new tradition of our school being born under your leadership—doesn’t that fill you with enthusiasm? If I don’t receive letters from the other two schools before the deadline, then this matter will be considered as never having been mentioned, OK?”

"Okay, thank you very much."

Iroha Isshiki quickly sat down, and Hayama also shut his mouth. Although the problem with their own school's student council had been resolved, they still had to negotiate with the other two schools.

With only half a month left until Golden Week, and everyone needing to rest for seven days, there are less than half a month left in total. Time is tight, and Ye Shan needs to come up with his own solutions. Simply relying on Yi Se's cuteness won't work if he tries to negotiate with the teachers and student councils from other schools.

The meeting lasted for two hours, during which Yukinoshita once again requested club funding, but Himekoji ruthlessly refused. Seriously? You want club funding?

However, the head of the vocal department made a constructive suggestion.

School-level beauty pageant.

Because of the will of the world, our school has gathered many heroines/supporting characters from famous works, which has raised the overall appearance of the girls in the school by more than one level. As for why the head of the vocal music club made such a suggestion, Himekoji is just as clear about it.

It's all for Touma Kazusa, for this privileged girl who was always out of place at school and almost abandoned by the teachers.

But beauty pageants... just thinking about them makes Himekoji's stomach hurt. Why does it feel so cold now? Is it the season for White Album again?

However, the number of people supporting the beauty pageant was unexpectedly large. Although Yukinoshita did not raise her hand, it did not change the overwhelming effect of the votes. So, if Himekoji alone said to reject it, it would probably cause public resentment. Ah, troublesome. This matter can only be postponed for a while.

After the meeting ended, Ye San took his leave early, and Ju also left with the accountant and maid Jasmine after finishing organizing the materials. Only Himekoji, the department head, and Kasumigaoka, who was still entering information, remained in the conference room.

"Beauty pageants are a topic that really resonates with youth. Real schools usually don't do things like this, but novels, anime, games, and TV dramas often do it."

Kasumigaoka's eyes were glued to the screen. Although she was chatting with Himekoji, her fingers were moving at lightning speed.

"Is Shiha going to participate?"

Have you decided to hold it?

She countered with a question.

"It would be problematic if we rejected it outright... It would be fine if it passed by a majority vote, but a proposal that almost everyone raised their hand except for a few girls wouldn't be rejected."

Ji Xiaolu lay face down on the table, his hands outstretched forward, lying flat. It was only at times like this that Ji Xiaolu would show his tired side. In fact, he was already exhausted after the weekend training, but he couldn't show it. And his mother, who had just finished a beauty treatment, was forcing him to practice his musical instrument... It was a disaster.

"Really? It seems the student council president has all sorts of difficulties."

"Shiyu, you've been watching me work all along, so you must have realized by now that this job isn't easy."

"You usually act all high and mighty, like an emperor on an imperial tour."

"Stop criticizing me. With great power comes great responsibility... You should know that very well."

Ji Xiaolu said lazily, her chin bobbing against the table repeatedly.

"Hmm... Do you want me to participate in that beauty pageant, Inspiration-kun?"

This is a life-or-death question, Ji Xiaolu thought to himself.

"My answer is not important; what matters is your own will. If my will distorts your thoughts, then whatever the final outcome, I don't think it will be what you want."

Himekoji continued to dodge the question; she couldn't answer it directly when it was a potentially fatal one.

"Since you've put it that way, Inspiration Guy, then I'll participate!"

Kasumigaoka-senpai bent her arms with great enthusiasm.

Himekoji drifted off to sleep to the sound of her typing. He gradually woke up during a massage at Kasumigaoka. As he awoke, Himekoji murmured, "Thank you, Utaha."

"Although my technique is a bit clumsy and I'm not very skilled at all, please bear with it. Did it hurt a little at first? But it will feel better soon, won't it?"

"...Shouldn't I be the one to say that?"

"Oh my, Inspiration is really bold! This is a conference room..."

As she spoke, Shiyu deliberately leaned in and breathed hot air into his ear.

Chapter 021 is wrong! [Yoshiki Zaimokuza]'s novel has serious problems!

However, nothing happened in the end, and the two obediently returned to the classroom.

After school, the Service Club—

"Hehehehe, everyone, my work has certainly stirred your hearts and made you eager to read the next volume, hasn't it?! In fact, hehehe, I've already begun planning the next volume!"

In the Service Club, Zaimokuza stood with his arms crossed, facing the wide-open window, and shouted loudly. In fact, the reason he did this was because he found it difficult to face the trio of beautiful girls, Kasumigaoka, Yukinoshita, and Yuigahama.

"Professional troll, it's your turn."

Yawning, Kasumigaoka nudged Himekoji with his elbow, while Zaimokuza, upon hearing the words "professional troll" again, froze as if struck by lightning, only mechanically turning his head after a long, long time.

“Ah, yes, it’s my turn to appear,” Himekoji took out the first volume of the novel that he had finally finished reading, opened the first note page, looked up at Zaimokuza, and began to say, “You made a very obvious grammatical error from the very first chapter, third line. I suspect that your Japanese level needs to be reworked in middle school in Japan. Ah, no, it would be better to go back to elementary school.”

"Uh!"

The timber base clearly suffered a heavy blow.

"In the first chapter, line seventeen, why is the female protagonist blushing all the time? You can't always use shyness as an excuse, that's basic, understand? And this blushing is inexplicable. Has this female protagonist never seen a man before? You can ask that Yui-hama classmate or the Kasumigaoka-senpai next to me to see how bizarre your writing is."

"No, not at all! It was just the mysterious atmosphere of the male and female protagonists' first encounter that made them feel as if time had stopped..."

"In the twenty-second line of Chapter One, the scene of the female protagonist undressing is described like this?"

Ji Xiaolu slapped the manuscript on her leg in exasperation and said.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'll definitely correct it next time!"

"No, Zaimuzusa, you're completely unaware of your own mistakes!"

Himekoji adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, which made the other four people who had also read this part feel somewhat respectful.

"Your description is too vague, you bastard! It should be like this, this, that, and then...hehehehehehe..."

Ji Xiaolu gestured wildly, pointing at the large, dense text above with spittle flying everywhere.

quiet------

"Ahem, I take back what I said earlier," Himekoji said seriously as she sat back down in her chair. "Actually, considering that you don't have a girlfriend and are always creating women in your imagination, you can't write the heroine changing clothes in more detail even if you want to. So it's best to avoid making readers think, 'Is this author trying to drive? Is it a fake car?'"

"Then, what should we do...?"

Caimu asked cautiously. He noticed that although the student council president's lewd remarks had made the three girls in the room twitch their eyes, when he became serious, everyone listened attentively.

"Reduce the length, make the descriptions exquisite but not verbose, and then move the position, hmm, it would be best to move it to the end of the third chapter."

Himekoji offered a sound piece of advice.

"There are many grammatical problems. Don't always use inverted sentences; it gets annoying after a while. Don't make the name of your ultimate skill so long. Skill names should be concise and clear. Yours is almost like a basic attack with armor penetration and cleave... My suggestion is to keep skill names to six characters or less, and don't add any unclear phonetic symbols. Your indirect descriptions are too few; you need to add more. Also..."

Himekoji talked for a long time. Zaimokuza initially tried to take notes, but eventually reluctantly took out his phone, turned on the recording, and began to record the whole thing. Yukinoshita and Hikigaya were increasingly moved by it, while Yuigahama Yui was almost asleep.

"Finally, may I swear?"

As Himekoji said this, Yukinoshita glared at herself fiercely.

"Ahem, now let me share my thoughts."

When the professionals arrived, Kasumigaoka picked up her manuscript. In fact, she and the members of Aki Tomoya's club had shared and read the manuscript over the weekend, but in the end, only she and Aki Tomoya read it through. Aki's suggestions were also included, but most of them were rejected by Kasumigaoka on the grounds that "you shouldn't add your own flaws to other people's work."

Then Kasumigaoka launched into another long monologue from the author's perspective, Zaimokuza continued recording, and even Hikigaya started secretly recording as well. Yuigahama Yui had long since fallen asleep, leaning on Yukinoshita's shoulder.

"So you watched Yukinoshita so intently, what's your opinion?"

Hikigaya was too embarrassed to share his own opinion, so he had to reveal Yukinoshita's.

"It's a great pity that even I, who am always competitive, have to admit defeat in this area. Everything I wanted to say has already been said by the two of them, and they've filled in the gaps in my thoughts. By the way, how are you doing, Zaimuzusa?"

Out of humanitarian considerations, Yukinoshita spared the life of the man who had been kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly for a long time.

Completely shocked by the terrible quality of his work, Zaimokuza was heartbroken, like a child weighing 300 pounds. Just then, Hikigaya stood up and walked towards him. Zaimokuza grabbed Hikigaya's trouser leg and cried out, "Hachiman Daisatsu, you must understand me, ah! You must understand me!"

"Then I'll tell you the truth..."

Seeing that Hikigaya had said this, Himekoji stood up and took his leave. Kasumigaoka, who had won another game, gave Yukinoshita a look that seemed to indicate she was watching a good show, and then he also got up and left the Service Club together with Himekoji.

"Ah, I really hope Hiratsuka-sensei won't give me any more work in the future..."

After leaving the house, Ji Xiaolu yawned and stretched her shoulders, saying...

"You must really like that kind of teacher persona, right?"

"Reality is different from light novels, isn't it, Utaha?"

"Inspiration Guy, your expression makes these words completely unconvincing. So when are you planning to confess your feelings?"

Kasumigaoka quickly took a few steps and blocked Himekoji's path, staring at him curiously with her hands behind her back.

"Poetry Feather..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anymore, let's go~"

She casually linked arms with Himekoji and left the special building with a smile.

The woodworker's work is not entirely without merit, but let's not mention helping him until he makes some progress.

Chapter 022 So Troublesome, [Touma Kazusa] Hates Physical Examinations

on Tuesday

The day for the regular physical examinations arrived, and the doctors from the Shidou family hospital were picked up by a special car and brought to the school. They lined up and followed the route assigned by the student council to two different places. The doctor in charge of examining the girls arrived at an indoor volleyball court that could be completely enclosed, and female teachers were also present to maintain order.

Naturally, they also had the responsibility to spot those who wanted to peep. However, just Hiratsuka Shizuka standing there was quite intimidating. Most boys would immediately turn their heads away as soon as she swept her cold gaze over them, and even their steps would involuntarily shift in the opposite direction from hers.

Why do we still have regular physical examinations even in our senior year of high school?

Extremely impatient, Kazusa went to the rooftop. She always tried to escape from the physical examination, but last time she was caught by Himekoji and brought back. This time was no exception.

"I arranged for female doctors to examine the girls, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"That's only part of the problem."

Kazusa frowned deeply and gripped the barbed wire even tighter.

"You feel uncomfortable with the envious looks from girls too—that's what you're trying to say, isn't it? There's no equality between people. Beautiful people and people with outstanding figures naturally get more attention. This is what you call the troubles of those with more resources."

Himeko walked over to her. Kazusa was watching the long line of girls in gymnastics uniforms walking towards the volleyball hall downstairs. She had also changed into her gymnastics uniform, and her long, straight legs gleamed slightly in the morning light.

"Could you tell me who arranged this physical examination?"