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

"The White Team is probably doomed now..."

As expected, after Miura fell, the White Team collapsed like a house of cards, and the outcome was decided. The Red Team won. Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka blew the conch shell loudly to end the battle, while some girls hurriedly ran to the changing area, and a few others walked towards the operations tent.

Yukinoshita seemed a little tired, her hair damp with sweat clinging to her cheeks. She smoothed it with her fingertips and slightly pulled up her collar to cool herself. Yuihama, on the other hand, was exhausted from being chased by Ebina, her steps unsteady. She kept patting her chest to calm herself down. Ebina, in a playful mood, didn't care about winning or losing at all. She held the back of her head with her hands, her face beaming with smiles.

Himekoji stepped aside from the commentary booth, and Jasmine bowed to him in farewell before returning to her accounting group. Hikigaya headed towards Yukinoshita and Yuihama, and just as Himekoji was also walking in that direction, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his clothes. He turned around and saw Kawasaki looking away with an embarrassed expression.

"Um, could I see the photo?"

Kawasaki gritted her teeth, seemingly unwilling to give up. She had also fought hard and her face showed some fatigue. However, her cheeks were also flushed from the exercise. Overall, it was quite pitiful to see the usually strong Kawasaki looking so delicate. Himekoji thought for a moment and took out her phone.

Just as Kawasaki was about to take the phone from him, Himekoji held it up to the other end, then took it with his left hand, teasing Kawasaki for a while. Kawasaki craned his neck and tilted his head, about to yell at Himekoji, but Himekoji quickly opened his phone and sent Kawasaki an email.

"I've sent you the photos via email. You can check them out yourself later."

Himeko smiled and put away her phone, pushing up her glasses. Kawasaki's anger, which had been building up for a while, suddenly subsided. He slumped his shoulders speechlessly, waved, and left.

On the other side, Hikigaya and the others bid farewell to Yukinoshita and Yuihama and headed to the battlefield. Miura and Ebina, who were in charge of the commentary, had not yet changed their clothes, but Yukinoshita and Yuihama were already sitting in the rescue team's tent in their clothes. Himekoji walked over and asked, "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Chapter 177 Listen, someone is singing "White Album".

“I’ve noticed you always like to dwell on sensitive topics,” Yukinoshita glared at him and said, “We’re in charge of rescue work. Even though there’s only one project left, we can’t let our guard down, so we came here to stand by.”

"That's right, that's right. I always feel that President Himekoji has some ulterior motives."

"No, no, it's just that the way you all sit here reminds me of something else."

"what?"

Yukinoshita glanced at him coldly and asked.

"Cosp-lay mascot and stuff... Do you sell anything? (Like panties or something) I want them all."

As Himekoji said this, Yukinoshita glared at him fiercely, then turned her head away, blushing and ignoring him.

Of course, you absolutely cannot say things like "like panties" out loud; you can only mutter them quietly in your mind.

Because Yukinoshita and her team won the horse battle, the score reached 150:120, with the Red Team taking the lead. However, the problem lies in the last thirty points. If the Red Team, led by Hikigaya and Totsuka, can win, then the Red Team will have a decisive victory. But if they lose the match, it will result in a draw.

Therefore, the best-case scenario for the White Team is a draw. Hayama Hayato has begun his final pep talk. As the focus of the evening, his words carry extraordinary credibility—as they always do.

With their backs to the wall and boats burned, the White Team members were eager to fight and ready to give it their all. The Red Team, on the other hand, had also mustered their courage to win. With the pre-match pep talk from Zaimokuza and Saiga, their morale had reached its peak, as if they were determined to crush the White Team into oblivion.

Because of the score, the players on both teams dared not commit fouls lightly, not wanting their hopes to be dashed by such a small foul and then be condemned by everyone.

The final match was announced to begin by the Operations Committee Chairperson, Minami Sagami.

Unfortunately, the Red Team lost the match. Perhaps it was because Hayama's popularity had far surpassed Totsuka's. The White Team members fought almost desperately, and despite the Red Team's Hikigaya and Zaimokuza coming up with all sorts of tricks, they still lost. Therefore, the Red and White Teams ended in a tie, which was the best outcome that Himekoji had envisioned.

Let's do our best next year, everyone! Because it's a draw, neither side will be satisfied, so the fighting spirit will continue to build, and we'll strive to defeat the other next year. (Hachiman: So, was this a draw you personally decided?)

After Sagami Minami gave a brief final speech and voiced her support for Hayama, the school portion of the sports festival came to an end. Everyone began packing up equipment and dismantling tents. Since Himekoji and Hayama were leading the way, many girls volunteered to help, hoping to leave a good impression. Himekoji wasn't sure if she left that impression, but there was no doubt that she had helped.

Himekoji had no interest in watching the final game. After finishing work, he went straight home. Shortly after arriving home, he received an email from Yukinoshita, who said, "If you dare to publish the photos, I will make you spend the rest of your life in regret."

So Himekoji replied with an email, which was a photo that Himekoji had suddenly taken of her with a "lèlèlè" emoji. Not long after, Yukinoshita replied again, but this time with only "...". As for Kawasaki, she hasn't made any moves.

In the end, the sports festival concluded with the victory of the Soubu High School Team 2 in the football match. Soon, the cultural festival and Christmas activities will follow, and along with the cultural festival, the highly anticipated "Soubu High School First Beauty Pageant" will also kick off.

High school life is far from over, and their festival will continue.

A few days after the sports festival, the cultural festival was immediately put on the agenda, and each class began to plan what unique features they would showcase at the cultural festival. As for Himekoji's second-year class J, the girls decided to open a tea shop that was only open to women. The few boys only helped in the "kitchen," while some of the girls in the class who were quite confident in their looks took charge of their own tasks.

This tea shop isn't just any ordinary tea shop; otherwise, it wouldn't have any unique features. The special feature of Himekoji's class is that all the girls wear men's clothing, or more accurately, butler's uniforms or similar attire. They put their hair up and use male language and etiquette to serve the female guests. Overall, it's quite nice.

It's understandable that Himekoji, being the student council president, couldn't participate in class activities.

This is the disastrous consequence of the gender imbalance in the class. Democracy is the peaceful violence of the majority. Therefore, in Class J, where girls make up 90% of the class, the proposals put forward by the few remaining boys are almost immediately thrown into the trash and not discussed. Ji Xiaolu said, "I'm just watching the show. You guys continue." Anyway, he hadn't planned to participate in the class activities in the first place.

Another girl who might not need to participate but is just as beautiful is Yukino Yukinoshita. The girls in her class are planning to nominate her as an executive committee member for the cultural festival. But as the saying goes, democracy is the peaceful violence of the majority. How much resentment must this girl have? Himekoji spends most of her time at school catching up on sleep.

The autumn wind rustled the curtains.

A breeze blew in through the slightly ajar window, causing the curtains to flutter and revealing the reddish cirrus clouds outside. This always reminded Himekoji of a girl's skirt being lifted by the breeze, revealing her panties. However, such fan service scenes rarely occurred after entering high school, as most high school girls were very careful about these things.

Why did your hand stop?

Kazusa, who was opposite him, also stopped playing. She frowned in displeasure and looked up at him.

This is the Second Music Classroom, a mysterious place in the academy, because it is said that mysterious figures play the piano there until very late. In fact, almost all the students don't even know how many people play the piano here.

"I was thinking about something else..."

As Himekoji said this, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"listen."

Kazusa suddenly uttered such a short syllable, and Himekoji's ears twitched slightly. From the next room, the First Music Classroom, came a reasonably listenable piece of music, "White Album."

"That guy's been playing this piece a lot lately. Is it because it's already autumn? Oh well... it doesn't really matter."

Kazusa stretched, deciding that if Himekoji wasn't going to play, she wouldn't either.

Chapter 178 is strange; the [World Will] forcibly corrected it.

"Would you like to play a tune with him?"

"random."

"Then let's go."

He smiled and pressed the simple piano keys. The well-maintained piano produced a pleasant sound, and Kazusa immediately joined in with Himekoji's playing. Their perfect harmony made it impossible to tell how many people were playing; one could only assume that the piano's tone had changed slightly.

After all, the two instruments are very different.

As the song progressed into its latter half, a melodious voice suddenly drifted from above: "The treasures of the ever-changing seasons are hidden within."

Kazusa glanced up at herself, and Himekoji met her gaze. Although they were puzzled, neither of them stopped pressing the piano keys. Instead, the guitar music from next door stopped.

Because the music was playing continuously, the girl upstairs didn't stop singing either; she sang at least until she finished this short part, after which Kazusa stopped, and Himekoji stopped as well.

Before Kazusa could ask a question, Kitahara Haruki's voice came through the window.

"Please, the music prodigy next door, keep going!!"

Our school doesn't have a music department, but we do have special classes for students with talents in music, physical education, and art, so it's not surprising that Kitahara Haruki would say that.

Kazusa tilted her head slightly, giving Himekoji a questioning look. Himekoji then continued pressing the piano keys, and Kazusa smiled and continued playing.

The singing upstairs continued, and then Himeko heard the sound of the door to the first music classroom being slammed shut.

Hey, hey, hey, this is school property! You'll be held responsible for what you're doing! Don't think I won't punish you just because you were a main character.

"What exactly is going on?"

While playing the instrument, Kazusa raised her own question.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, she sang quite well, didn't she?"

"Well... that's not bad."

Kazusa said this, and continued pressing the piano keys.

Although Himekoji had anticipated this, he still didn't expect to encounter this situation today. With the Cultural Festival Executive Committee meeting about to be held, it seems that Himekoji will have to be a hands-off manager again. However, this time it's different from the last Sports Festival; this time he might be even more hands-off.

Early the next morning.

"As it turned out, the people in the music talent class said they didn't know who was playing the piano either... but judging from their attitude, what they said should be true."

Kitahara Haruki lay on the desk, her face buried in the books, muttering to herself.

"At least some teacher would know about this, like Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka who is in charge of student life guidance."

His close friend and frenemy, Takeya Iizuka, stood in front of him, offering him advice.

“No, absolutely not.” Kitahara raised one hand and waved it, saying, “I’ve already looked for her, but Hiratsuka-sensei won’t say a word. She just tells me to ‘study hard’ and things like that.”

"Judging from this, you know Shan isn't telling you, but why?"

Hayasaka Chikashi (student council president of White Album 2, but he's not really involved here) pondered, rubbing his chin. He was simply helping Kitahara and Iizuka as a friend.

"Who knows..."

Kitahara lay down again, muttering to himself with his mouth pressed against the book, while Hayasaka started telling a strange story about the mysterious owner of the second music classroom.

Kazusa, the instigator, was taking a nap at the table. Hearing this guy making fun of her like this, she couldn't stand it either, so she sent an email to Himekoji under the table: "I won't be playing the piano for the next two days."

Himekoji was extremely surprised to receive the email. The world's corrective power was indeed extremely strong. He replied that there was no problem, and Kazusa did not say anything more.

On the afternoon of the third day, after finishing her student council work, Himekoji went to the second music room. Kazusa wasn't there, so Himekoji sent her an email saying, "I'm waiting for you."

He thought to himself that she was probably asleep, but soon Kazusa reappeared in the second music room. She said in a casual and somewhat indifferent tone, "It's rare for you to arrive before me..." As she spoke, she locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and naturally sat down next to the piano opposite Himekoji.

"I came early because I hadn't seen you for more than two days and missed you a lot."

"Before you came here to play the piano, didn't we only see each other every now and then? Why didn't you ever say you missed me?"

She rested her chin on her hand, propped her elbow on the piano keys, and looked coldly at Himekoji.

"Because some things don't need to be said."

Himekoji placed her right hand on her left chest, directly above her heart.

"Hmph, idiot." Kazusa turned her head to look at the honey-colored sky outside the window and said, "If you don't say it, only a ghost can understand you."

"..."

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. Whether you miss me or not, let's play the piano."

What will we play today?

"How about we begin with 'Farewell'?" ("Farewell," Beethoven's Piano No. 26 in E-flat major, followed by a second piece, "Absence," and a third piece, "Reopening.")

"...We're only seeing each other again after two days, but I have to play a farewell tune first, sigh—"

"What? That's... After saying goodbye, there's another opening, isn't there?" She shrugged her shoulders several times, lifted the piano key cover, pressed the first note, and then said, "Hurry up and keep up with me."

"Good good."

Not to be outdone, Himekoji immediately joined in with her playing.

About four minutes later, the door to the second music classroom was suddenly knocked on very roughly and shaken incessantly. However, the doors and locks of Soubu High School were designed to be very secure, especially the second music classroom, which had been specially treated. Therefore, the person outside was doing nothing.

"Not opening?"