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

Yuan Qianye smiled, and the two chatted briefly for a few more minutes.

After inspecting the campsite, they agreed to meet again later and then went their separate ways to their respective classes.

The noisy classmates, led by Hubu, quickly surrounded Yuan Qianye, who had just returned, and made faces at him.

"Chiya, we've noticed you've been getting quite close to Shinomiya-kun these past few days!"

"There have been rumors lately that you two have actually started dating in private. Is that true?"

Yuan Qianye replied calmly, "It's just a rumor, what do you think? I've spent most of my time with her these past few days because of student council work, so stop overthinking it."

"I'm not just thinking wildly. Shinomiya-san is so cute, and she's the real heiress of the enormous Shinomiya family. If I could date her and then get married smoothly, my life would be absolutely perfect!"

"Yamato, have you really gone to such extremes of wishful thinking?!"

"Get out of my way! I'm talking about Qianye-kun. What does this have to do with me? I know my place!"

"So, which girl do you like?"

"Of course it's flowers... Hey, what are you casually trying to say to me?"

Several boys were playfully fighting.

This drew disapproving looks from the girls.

Yuan Qianye also rolled up her sleeves and helped chop vegetables after washing her hands.

Lunch was a simple and convenient curry.

He recalled what Yamato had said.

I chuckled; there was no way that was possible.

Kaguya Shinomiya is indeed a beautiful girl, and she is definitely a young lady from a wealthy family.

But despite spending so much time with her, he has never had any romantic feelings for her.

Compared to her, my maid is the best. She's clingy, has soft breasts, a hot body, and is incredibly playful...

If everything goes smoothly today, I can spend another night with her and listen to her beautiful voice again after she has let go of all her reserve and worries.

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

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232: What a joke! You're kidding me! (6k)

The process of preparing lunch was very simple.

Cut up vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, onions, and shiitake mushrooms, and put them in a large pot to stir-fry with the chicken thighs until they are half-cooked.

Then add water, milk, and a semi-finished curry-flavored seasoning packet, cook it, adjust the flavor, and you're all set.

With a large group of people, and the students in charge of cooking being only half-baked, the food preparation was greatly simplified to avoid any mishaps.

It wasn't like what Secretary Fujiwara had suggested, a lively barbecue party in the woods or something.

If we do that, it feels like most of our time here will be spent on lunch and dinner.

This is indeed the case; even with such a simple cooking process, several classes still encountered problems.

Either the rice was undercooked or burnt, or the curry chicken was overcooked, resembling Indian mushy mush that had come up from the stomach, making it extremely difficult to swallow.

In the end, the class that had the rice problem had to ask other classes to share some rice to get through the crisis.

As for the mushy curry, it just doesn't look very appetizing. But thanks to the semi-finished seasoning packets, the taste isn't too bad, so it's still edible.

Lunch is finished.

Free time.

Chiya sought out Saeko to accompany him and explained his plans for the evening with Kaguya Shinomiya.

Since the last time they were attacked, the two of them have been completely open with each other and have no secrets anymore. Now, when he encounters situations that are easy to misunderstand, he always thinks of explaining the situation to Saeko first.

This way, he can rest assured, Saeko can rest assured, and it also means that Shiwa's situation will be properly resolved—a win-win-win situation.

"...Is it because she's too curious and eager to try it, but doesn't want her close friends to see her embarrass herself, so she wants to invite you to join her?"

Saeko placed the prop box she was using to set up the courage test by the edge of the woods, straightened up, and asked in bewilderment.

"That's the reason she gave herself." Yuan Qianye put down the three-layered box that was taller than him, clapped his hands, and explained, "The real reason is that in a piano competition before, I, as the runner-up, outshone her, who was in third place..."

He briefly explained the real reason why Kaguya Shinomiya had invited him to accompany her.

He also made it very clear that the reason he agreed to her request was entirely for Hayasaka's sake, and that he had no other intentions, so she could rest assured.

“I see…” Saeko pondered for a moment: “…Since it’s for Hayasaka-san, then there’s really no other way. In any case, if your cooperation can satisfy President Shinomiya, Hayasaka-san, who is caught in the middle between you, will feel much less pressure in private.”

Yuan Qianye nodded: "That's exactly what I think."

"I understand. Go ahead and do it. Don't worry, I'll take care of explaining things to Shiyu."

"Thank you." Since they were all alone, Gen Chiyo gratefully squeezed Saeko's little finger.

Saeko smiled faintly, then quickly realized something and became serious: "There's one thing you should pay attention to."

"what?"

"Although you yourself don't seem to realize it."

Saeko tilted her head slightly, her tone teasing, but her eyes were very serious.

"But you are actually much more charming than you think. Both your appearance and your character are very appealing. So tonight, when you're with that President Shinomiya, please tone down your gentlemanly manners and reliability a little. Don't show a side that girls find irresistible. Can you promise me that?"

No, I'm actually quite self-aware about the fact that I'm very charming...

Gen Chiya looked intently into Saeko's eyes and replied, "I completely understand. I will use my superb acting skills to portray a weak man who, when faced with a critical moment of fright, does not choose to stand up for himself but instead hides behind a girl and trembles in fear."

Saeko chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder: "You didn't have to go that far..."

It's good that Qianye understood what I meant.

He will keep his promises, without a doubt.

Moreover, upon closer reflection, it seems there's no need to worry too much.

After tonight's event, everyone will be heading back tomorrow at noon.

In the days to come, unless there are special opportunities, Sobu High School and Shuchiin High School, which are far apart, will probably have little to do with each other again.

Kaguya Shinomiya was neither Chiya's childhood friend nor a neighbor or classmate she frequently encountered in daily life, lacking the foundation for a long-term relationship to foster deeper feelings.

This training camp was probably just a brief intersection in our lives.

"President! We need help here!" A student waved and shouted from afar.

“Okay! Coming right away!” Gen Chiya raised his hand and responded loudly, then turned to Saeko again: “We’ll talk later.”

“Okay, go ahead.” Saeko nodded with a smile.

Yuan Qianye strode to the center of the campsite's open space: "What's wrong?"

The person who had just spoken pointed to the huge logs beside him and complained with a bitter face, "These are too heavy, Chairman. There are no way we can move them all by ourselves."

These logs are for the evening's bonfire party and need to be arranged in a grid pattern.

Lighting a fire in the middle afterwards can prevent the stacked firewood from collapsing accidentally during the burning process, thus avoiding sparks flying or the fire getting out of control, which can be considered a protective measure.

Another boy, who was squatting on the ground panting heavily without any regard for his image, chimed in, "That's right, President! It's not that we're being cowardly, it's just that this piece of wood was cut way too big! Each piece must weigh at least 200 pounds! We're all exhausted and we still haven't finished moving it!"

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard." Yuan Qianye smiled and patted each of them on the shoulder in turn to comfort them.

He walked over to the pile of logs and examined them. The logs were about thirty centimeters in diameter and over two meters long, their surfaces still covered in rough bark; they certainly looked quite heavy.

He took the work gloves handed to him by his classmate and put them on deftly.

"President, you alone are definitely not enough. Why don't you call more people to help us carry it..." The boy who spoke first stopped abruptly, his voice cut off like a duck being choked, his eyes wide open.

Yuan Qianye walked to a log, bent down, put his arms around it, and held it firmly. Then, using his waist and abdomen, he lifted the heavy log off the ground with surprising ease!

He walked steadily to the campfire where the base had already been set up, and with a flick of his wrist, he placed the logs steadily on it, his movements as effortless as if he were simply lifting a case of mineral water.

But you have to understand, those five of them were just huffing and puffing, dragging and pulling! Working together with all their might, they only managed to move three of them!

Under the stunned gazes of the others, Yuan Qianye followed suit, striking one after another with firm steps.

In less than three minutes, a sturdy and neat "well"-shaped bonfire stand, more than half a person tall, was erected.

Yuan Qianye took off his gloves and casually handed them back to the still-dazed classmates: "You've all worked hard. The girls have prepared some herbal tea. Go have some and rest for a while, so you can be refreshed and have a big fuss tonight!"

He finished speaking with a smile and then rushed to another location where he needed help.

"Is the president... still human?"

"monster……"

The group stood there, looking at the neatly stacked campfire rack, which was more than half a person's height, and then at Yuan Qianye, who was walking steadily away, barely breaking a sweat after his actions. Their expressions were quite interesting.

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Time flew by and it was evening.

Around six o'clock, it was completely dark.

After the students finished their dinner, they arrived at the final activity they had been eagerly anticipating.

As the teacher threw the torch into the center of the carefully stacked firewood, with a "boom," orange-red flames shot into the air, and the light quickly spread, dispelling the chill and darkness of the mountains.

The leaping firelight illuminated the excited and joyful young faces, and cheers and whistles rose and fell, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a small climax!

According to the original plan, from now until eight o'clock is free time.

Students can make arrangements according to their own circumstances.

You can stay in the open space of the campsite and chat with a few friends around the campfire.

You can dance to the rhythm of the music and dance with your crush or your boyfriend.

You can also experience a different kind of thrill by challenging the courage trail that has been decorated and prepared next to the campsite in the afternoon. Test your courage and reach the end of the trail to receive a limited-edition Brave Badge, available only to the first fifty challengers!

It's basically just a local postcard set, which was a free gift when booking the campsite. Now they're adding it to the prizes just to create some hype and atmosphere.

However... it doesn't seem to have had much effect.

Perhaps it's because the "test of courage" event itself lacks originality, or perhaps most people are genuinely afraid.

Anyway, after the event started, it was only lively for a short while at the beginning, with people constantly going to try the challenge and even temporarily forming queues.