Unspeakable bubbles

"President! Something terrible has happened!"

Seeing the club members rushing into the activity room in a panic, Murata Ryo calmly said, "Don't rush, don't rush, the moon hasn't fallen down."

"Is it about the activity funding? It's okay if the application doesn't come through."

"Anyway, there are only three members in our 'Fifth Kind of Contact Club,' and besides you, the others are all ghost members. Applying for activity funding was just a trial..."

"Oh no, boss! The disciplinary committee is here to cause trouble!"

"!"

Murata Ryo's eyes widened, and he stood up abruptly. He used so much force that he even overturned the chair he was sitting on.

"I...I...we're just a small club, what's she doing here?"

"Quick, close all the windows and doors, pretend they're not here!"

"President, this won't work."

The club member said with a mournful face, "The disciplinary committee member saw me when I ran in. She must know there were people inside."

"President, do you think our club has too few members, and half of them are ghost members... Is the student council going to take over the activity room this time?"

"How can that be!"

Murata Ryo clenched his fist: "This is our secret base. Even if it's the student council, I'll fight to the end!"

"...Hey, why are you climbing out the window?"

"President, I support you in spirit."

"However, it's a bit much for me to disobey the disciplinary committee... Goodbye!"

"Don't go, you traitor!"

Murata Ryo quickly ran to the window and leaned out, only to see a figure fleeing in panic.

"Ugh"

The boy looked miserable. He stood there for a while, then realized that waiting like this wasn't a solution.

"I've heard that everyone who rebels against the disciplinary committee ends up suffering greatly."

'Those troublemakers were all dealt with properly, no wonder he ran away.'

"Despite all the outrageous rumors, no one has ever said that she is unreasonable!"

"Our club has a small number of members, but a proper club should have an activity room."

"...Perhaps, there's still a chance?"

Murata Ryo decided to reason with them. He held an unopened bottle of juice in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand—containing the few snacks that were available in the activity room.

He opened the door and immediately saw the little girl lingering at the entrance.

"..."

"Hello, is this the 'Fifth Kind of Contact Society'?"

"Yes, yes, I'm President Murata Ryo. Disciplinary Committee member, you've come all this way, please have some juice!"

"Thanks, but it's not far."

Seeing the little girl happily accept the juice, Murata Ryo felt relieved.

'Their attitude was very good; they didn't seem like they were there to cause trouble and take back the activity room.'

Want some potato chips?

"No need, no need."

The little girl followed Murata Ryo into the activity room. She looked around and found the room was filled with books.

The activity room of the Fifth Kind of Contact Society was already small, and with these books piled up haphazardly on the floor, the room looked even more cramped.

"Bubble, what brings you here today...?"

"Ah, Bubble is actually very interested in your club. I came here specifically to visit today."

Huh?

Wow, there are actually girls interested in 'fifth kind of contact'!

"Bubble..."

Ryo Murata was inexplicably moved: "Girls these days don't like these things anymore. Even the paranormal club is much more popular than us."

"Bubble is also very interested in ghosts, but maybe it's because he's seen them too many times."

The little girl touched her chin and said, "Lately, ghosts and such aren't very attractive to Bubbles anymore."

"Uh, have you seen it a lot?" Murata Ryo looked at the little girl in astonishment.

"Yes, it's that ghost who's always following Koji-kun around, the one with the long tongue, the beggar-like ghost."

"..."

"Although she looks scary, Hanako is actually very timid."

"Bubble, come and see our club's treasures. The ghost next to Koji... cough, let's not talk about it."

Whether it was his imagination or not, Murata Ryo felt a chill run down his spine.

"Evil spirits, begone! Evil spirits, begone!"

While silently reciting various warding-off-evil spells he had heard of and remembered, Murata Ryo pulled out a magazine from the drawer.

"Bubble, look!" The boy pointed to the title of a section on the magazine cover.

"Aliens hiding among us!"

The little girl eagerly took the magazine and began reading it with great interest.

'I'm really interested!'

Seeing how focused the little girl was, Murata Ryo completely believed what Bubble had just said.

'Hehe, what a scare!'

President Murata

"Ah, you can just call me Murata or Ryo."

“Then, Murata.”

The little girl looked up, her face filled with disappointment.

"Murata, this 'alien hidden among us' is complete fabrication."

"This isn't real at all!"

"How...how could this be?"

Murata took the magazine, flipped through it casually, and roughly recalled its contents.

"In the remote village, the farmer is a disguised cockroach."

"He usually looks mentally impaired, and he was even witnessed by children eating a stray cat alive."

"The farmer has his own dog, but the dog is always afraid of him."

"Because small animals are frequently stolen in the village, a group of young people decided to form a team to investigate."

"After many twists and turns, they finally exposed the true nature of the cockroach people."

"...Bubble, the plot is intricate and the atmosphere is very well done."

"No, no, it's too fake. It's all made up by the writer." The little girl shook her head like a rattle.

"Well"

Murata Ryo looked troubled; he hadn't expected the girl to have such high demands.

"Bubble, this story is one of the most exciting stories I've ever read."

"By the way, you might not like horror stories, but I also have a UFO series!"

"Murata, you should take a look at Bubble's collection."

As she spoke, the little girl took out her treasured booklet.

"This is a 'Victoria and Aliens' series that Bubble used to watch, carefully compiled by Annie!"

"Ha~"

Murata Ryo took the booklet from the little girl and began to read it patiently.

"..."

"......"

"How about it?"

Seeing the little girl looking at him expectantly, Murata honestly said, "It's very much in the style of Sien. The mastermind behind it is subtly pointed out to be Sien's, hmm, which agency was it again? Anyway, it's the agency that specializes in dealing with ruins."

"It's the Fourth Agency!"

"Alright, alright, which mechanism it is doesn't matter. Putting aside the strong Saen style, this can only be considered a second-rate story."

Murata shrugged: "The famous detective is hired to investigate a case that involves aliens. The detective clashes with the aliens repeatedly, and just when he finally gains the upper hand, the mastermind suddenly appears and takes the aliens away, leaving the readers with a cliffhanger."

"Bubble, it's all a trick."

Section 508, Chapter 507: Defective Products

"Murata, Bubble hasn't read many stories, so he doesn't know if they're formulaic or not."

"But Bubble's collection is definitely better than the magazines you just pulled out!"

The little girl looked at Murata, who seemed unconvinced, and asked with a smile, "Do you know what the biggest difference is between them?"

"It's just a difference in style."