In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

As the vehicle moved, Kaguya stretched lightly.

"It'll be a while before we get to the teacher's house. I'll take a nap. Wake me up when we're almost there."

"Is the young lady very tired?"

"Yeah, there was a PE test this afternoon, so I used up a lot of energy."

"I understand, you can rest now"—Hayasaka Ai wanted to give the same answer as always, but she suddenly remembered her plans for the evening.

"I'm sorry, Miss, could you please hold on a little longer?"

"Well, what happened?"

Hayasaka Ai took out her notebook and answered meticulously, "Your original schedule has undergone some changes, which has also affected the subsequent time arrangements. I need to report this to you."

“Eh—~” Kaguya looked helpless, but there was nothing she could do: “Okay, before you talk, pour me a cup of coffee first.”

"I understand."

Hayasaka Ai glanced sideways and saw Kaguya gently closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, silently apologizing in her heart.

There's no way around it; if we let the young lady take a nap to rest and recover her energy now, it's very likely that she'll fall asleep even later at night.

In the past, it wasn't unheard of for the young lady to suddenly run to my room in the middle of the night, excitedly sharing her favorite parts of novels with me.

So even for the sake of her own happiness, Miss, you should try to bear this level of fatigue a little longer.

As a way of repaying her, I will massage her shoulders and head tonight after she finishes her homework.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After school, Chiya went home with Rikka.

Rikka tossed her schoolbag onto the sofa and ran to the refrigerator to get an ice cream.

Back in the living room, I handed one to Gen Chiya, who was feeding Black Wings snacks.

She sat down next to him and nudged him with her elbow: "Hey, bro, how are you feeling?"

Yuan Qianye took a bite of ice cream: "How does it feel?"

"You've become the student council president."

"Hmm...it's alright, to be honest, it's nothing special, not as fun as I imagined."

"You're lying. I clearly turned Yukino aside to help you."

"Oh, speaking of which, thank you so much."

"Don't thank me. Eriri did the most work. She kept telling Yukino that it was pitiful for her to run for student council president alone without anyone to help her. So she came here today to formally resign."

"I see, I understand now. Exam preparation is indeed of utmost importance. Thank you for your hard work, seniors."

"You and Yukinoshita are both reliable, excellent and capable juniors. We can rest assured that the student council is in your hands."

These are my and Yamato's resignation forms. I also asked you to bring the resignation forms of Ishikawa and Mizuno, who are the secretary and accountant, respectively.

They both needed to rush to their jobs after school and couldn't make it in person, so they asked me to convey their apologies to everyone.

Ide-kun said this while looking at Minamoto Chiya and Yukino.

It is clear that Yukino is also considered one of the successors to the student council.

This wasn't the first time she had been misunderstood by outsiders as being preparing to manage the student council with Qianye.

First it was the senior student who went on a tour of the city, then it was a classmate, and then it was Hiratsuka-sensei whom I bumped into in the hallway this afternoon...

Now, even former student council members who are about to leave the organization think so.

Yukino is now too exhausted to even think about explaining again.

"Please rest assured, seniors, now that I've taken this position, I will do my job well," Yuan Qianye assured him earnestly.

Thus, the two senior students, who originally belonged to the student council, quickly left after a brief handover of their daily work.

As they said, as upperclassmen, they now need to start seriously preparing for their university entrance exams.

After closing the door, Gen Chiya turned to look at Yukino and sighed, appearing extremely troubled and melancholy.

"What should I do? Now the huge student council is just me, all alone. We're about to coordinate the school sports meet with all the classes, and I can't handle it all by myself. I can't just make a fool of myself and embarrass myself in front of the whole school as soon as I get on stage."

"..." Yukino watched his performance silently, without saying a word.

"Please! Yukino A-Meng, it seems like only you can help me right now!"

"..."

Watching his deliberately exaggerated expression of distress, and listening to his half-hearted complaints and requests...

Yukino suddenly realized, belatedly, that she seemed to have been led by the nose by him once again, and had unknowingly fallen into the "trap" he had planned in advance.

What's even more frightening is that she doesn't feel any aversion or resistance to this kind of thing.

There's just a sense of helplessness, almost a kind of indulgence, that comes with thinking, "Just as I expected," and "There's nothing I can do about it."

…………

Volume 2: Chapter 203: Infiltration

[Hayasaka Ai: If you have time tonight, Chiya, perhaps we could give it a try.]

I don't know whether to call it a double blessing, but on the day that Gen Chiya was successfully elected student council president—

First, he successfully persuaded Yukino, who seemed reluctant, to agree to stay in the student council as his right-hand woman and help him with daily affairs.

However, there is an important prerequisite: once the student council has recruited enough people, she will step down and leave, meaning she will only help temporarily.

Gen Chiya readily agreed.

He's the president now, and ultimately, the appointment of student council members and whether there are enough people are all up to him.

Still a student, the second young lady, who has never dealt with cunning adults in society, is ultimately too naive.

Next, there was a message from the maid.

The two of them had discussed it before, and they could try it out tonight.

Yuan Qianye replied immediately with an affirmative answer, "Of course, no problem."

After receiving his reply, Hayasaka Ai nervously and expectantly sent over her detailed schedule for that evening.

[Hayasaka Ai: After school, the young lady needs to go to her violin lesson, and she gets home around six o'clock.]

By then, after having a normal dinner, finishing schoolwork, and doing pre-reading, it should be around 8 o'clock.

After finishing her stretching exercises and washing up, the young lady should go to bed at nine o'clock. She usually listens to music or reads a book that interests her before bed to help her fall asleep.

But no matter what, during the school term, she usually falls asleep around 10 p.m.

Just to be on the safe side, let's postpone the time a little. After 10:30, I should be completely free to work with you.

As expected of a professionally trained maid from a large family, she was remarkably organized.

[Yuan Qianye: I understand. See you tonight.]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Shuchiwon Academy after school.

Along the street outside the gate, many conspicuous luxury cars were parked to pick up their young masters and misses from school.

Among them, a particularly eye-catching one was a black, extended Lincoln.

Hayasaka Ai, sitting in the back seat, held her phone, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at the reply from Minamoto Chiya, her thoughts drifting.

As the driver opened the car door, she quietly locked her phone.

"Ugh, the weather's getting hotter and hotter lately," Kaguya Shinomiya complained, as she gracefully got in and fastened her seatbelt.

Hayasaka Ai turned down the air conditioner temperature: "Miss, has everything been settled with the student council?"

"There's nothing important, so I'll leave it to someone else. I have to practice the piano today, so I don't have time."

As the vehicle moved, Kaguya stretched lightly.

"It'll be a while before we get to the teacher's house. I'll take a nap. Wake me up when we're almost there."

"Is the young lady very tired?"

"Yeah, there was a PE test this afternoon, so I used up a lot of energy."

"I understand, you can rest now"—Hayasaka Ai wanted to give the same answer as always, but she suddenly remembered her plans for the evening.

"I'm sorry, Miss, could you please hold on a little longer?"

"Well, what happened?"

Hayasaka Ai took out her notebook and answered meticulously, "Your original schedule has undergone some changes, which has also affected the subsequent time arrangements. I need to report this to you."

“Eh—~” Kaguya looked helpless, but there was nothing she could do: “Okay, before you talk, pour me a cup of coffee first.”

"I understand."

Hayasaka Ai glanced sideways and saw Kaguya gently closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, silently apologizing in her heart.

There's no way around it; if we let the young lady take a nap to rest and recover her energy now, it's very likely that she'll fall asleep even later at night.

In the past, it wasn't unheard of for the young lady to suddenly run to my room in the middle of the night, excitedly sharing her favorite parts of novels with me.

So even for the sake of her own happiness, Miss, you should try to bear this level of fatigue a little longer.

As a way of repaying her, I will massage her shoulders and head tonight after she finishes her homework.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After school, Chiya went home with Rikka.

Rikka tossed her schoolbag onto the sofa and ran to the refrigerator to get an ice cream.

Back in the living room, I handed one to Gen Chiya, who was feeding Black Wings snacks.

She sat down next to him and nudged him with her elbow: "Hey, bro, how are you feeling?"

Yuan Qianye took a bite of ice cream: "How does it feel?"

"You've become the student council president."

"Hmm...it's alright, to be honest, it's nothing special, not as fun as I imagined."