I, Kousaka Kyousuke, the Knight of the Helping Table

That’s a very good point. If your father wasn’t a top gigolo, I would have almost believed it.

Kyosuke's mouth twitched as he looked at Mashu who stood up and made his passionate speech. He could see that this girl was pushing the gigolo so enthusiastically just to get back at him. You know, in the past, Mashu always had a negative attitude towards her family's business. Every time a camel stepped out of the red line, Mashu would punish it by slapping it on the dining table.

As expected, as Kyosuke expected, Mashu looked back at him provocatively when she sat down after her speech. This was the first time the two of them looked at each other after the summer comic, but it didn't make Kyosuke happy at all.

"That's it..."

Miura, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom, saw the interaction between the two people and she had a very interesting idea.

PS: This is the first update, and there will be another update later. I want to take a day off tomorrow. The class content is much harder than I thought. I feel groggy after a day of classes today, and I think it will be the same tomorrow, so I'll take a day off. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 4 Miura: We are short of one, Kyosuke, come over quickly and join us!

"Well, according to the current voting results..." Xiao Jing used chalk to mark the last vote on the blackboard, and then said helplessly to the results presented on it, "Finally, the [Male Host Shop Simulation Management] project won."

““Oh yeah——!””*n

Countless girls in the class cheered, in contrast to Xiaojing's face that looked almost self-destructive.

Although she forced him to change the name of "gigolo" to "male escort" because it was too explicit, this way of covering up the truth can only be regarded as a form of self-consolation at best.

"You guys can play if you want, but let me make it clear that alcoholic beverages are not allowed!"

Although she didn't want to admit this result, since it was said to be a democratic vote at the beginning, Xiao Jing could only accept it with a pinch of her nose, and then submit it to let Yang Noi worry about it. Of course, in order to prevent Yang Noi from catching her, she also specifically noted that alcoholic beverages could not be used, at least on the surface, to make it impeccable.

Kyosuke had expected this. After Mashu's impassioned speech that unified the girls' minds, the so-called voting had long lost its meaning. Facing the girls' united will, the boys who had difficulty in unifying their opinions were defeated. The votes for cat-ear/maid/swimsuit cafes combined were not even one-third of those for the host clubs. It can only be said that women with clear goals are really scary.

"Yeah! Yeah! It's really great!"

"Hey, hey. I wonder what it will look like when Hayama-kun wears those fancy suits~"

"I want to see it too..."

"Quiet down!" Xiao Jing slapped the rubbish-like podium hard to calm the girls who were hugging and crying there. "I know you girls are very excited, but there is one last thing to decide. We need to select a representative and two deputy representatives for the class project for the school festival. Their main responsibilities are to communicate with the school and organize the smooth implementation of the class project. In short, they are the executive committee members during the school festival. Does anyone you want to recommend?"

Xiao Jing said this and looked around before fixing her eyes on Mashu.

You are the one who caused this, don't think you can stay out of it.

Although Xiaojing didn't say it explicitly, this was what her eyes expressed.

"Ah, Kirilet-san seems to be very familiar with male escort parlors. How about you be the representative?"

Yes, that's right. You are very sensible, little girl.

Xiao Jing silently gave a thumbs up to the girl who made this suggestion.

"Okay, I have no problem."

Mashu was also very tactful, she raised her hand to accept everyone's recommendation. It would be better to say that she had been eyeing this position from the beginning, but her dislike for competition made her not actively recommend herself.

"And the two deputies?"

"Ah, how about letting Miura-san take charge? She's sure she can handle it."

"me?"

Miura was stunned for a moment when she heard someone recommend her, but she immediately agreed.

"No problem, I'm not very busy lately anyway. Of course I will participate in such an interesting event, but--" Miura glanced at Kyosuke who had been sweating since just now, and showed a devilish smile, "If possible, I suggest that the second deputy representative be a boy. If all of them are girls, it will be very troublesome to move things."

No, no, no, Mashu is enough on her own. She can lift a large dining table that can seat 150 people with one hand, so she will have no problem handling the documents needed for the school festival.

Kyosuke tried his best to pretend that he didn't notice Miura's increasingly stern eyes, and lowered his head without saying a word. If it was normal, Kyosuke would have accepted this position, but now that Mash and he were having a quarrel, God knew what would happen if he and she served as class representatives for the school festival together. If it was just simple hard labor, it would be fine, but what if he had to wear a Hawaiian grass skirt and dance at the school gate to attract customers on the day of the school festival?

Thinking of this, Kyosuke lowered his head even lower. His action made Miura very dissatisfied. At this moment, she looked at Kyosuke with an expression as if she was about to lose her temper, which scared Hachiman who was sitting behind Kyosuke.

I don't think I've offended that devil girl recently, right? Why does she want me to participate in this troublesome thing? Is she planning to let me do everything by myself? No! I still want to enjoy the school festival!

Obviously, Hachiman completely misunderstood the meaning of Miura's eyes, but he was not the only one who misunderstood. Because the straight-line distance between Miura and Kyosuke just included Hachiman and Hayama, so in the eyes of some idiots, Miura's behavior was completely looking at Hayama "with affection". (Kyosuke: You can see that this is affectionate with your eyes! You deserve to be single for the rest of your life!)

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I recommend Hayama!"

After seeing Miura's shyness (as he thought), Tobe Sho, who was described by Kyosuke as having an IQ lower than 9, felt that as a good friend he should take the initiative to stand up and help him solve his problems.

"Ye Shan, you think so too, right?"

"..."

Ye Shan wisely chose to be quiet and handsome, but Tobe took his attitude as a tacit agreement. After nodding to Ye Shan, he turned around and gave Miura a thumbs up, which obviously meant "Look how helpful you are, help me out next time I invite Ebina to play."

Unfortunately, the flattery of the Ministry of Housing this time can be said to have hit the horse's leg firmly. Miura was so angry at his meddling that he wanted to tear this guy to pieces on the spot. However, the Ministry of Housing's proposal was unanimously praised by most other students in the class.

"Ye Shan's words are really good!"

"Indeed, if Ye Shan, the most handsome guy in our class, were to be the foreman, I would also come to spend money."

"Okay." Seeing that everyone had unanimously recommended the new chairman, and the person concerned had not clearly expressed any objections, Xiao Jing wrote down their names on the blackboard. "Since no one has any objections, then Gillette, Yeshan, and Miura, you will have to work hard and go to the new chairman's office later--"

"Objection!"

Miura slammed the table and stood up. She had finally seized this opportunity, so how could she let Kyosuke escape from her grasp like this?

"Hayama-san is also the president of the soccer club. According to the requirements of the school festival, all clubs in the school need to apply for their own projects. He is already very busy with the soccer team, so we should not add to his burden. We can just let him take occasional shifts in the class. Don't you agree, Hayama-san?"

"Y-yes, Yuu...Miura-san is right."

Compared to his idiot friend, Ye Shan's brain is obviously much more useful.

"Then Mr. Hiratsuka, I would like to recommend a classmate. I believe he is qualified for the job."

Miura looked proudly at Kyosuke who was about to crawl under the table, with a smile of the goddess of victory on his face.

"Huh? What happened?"

Hu Bu discovered that reality did not follow the script he had imagined at all, which left him completely dazed.

"...They are all bastards."

Princess Ebina on the side pushed up her glasses and complained coldly to several people with different expressions.

PS1: Second update, completed today.

PS2: Now is py time, let me recommend "Sajo Aika's Time Travel" by [Wastepaper Basket]; a story about Type-Moon's transformation.

Introduction: To end everything, and to restart everything, to comprehend the four great laws, to reach the outflow, and to sit on the root throne, this is the story of Aika Sajo becoming a true God and ruling over the multiverse.

Chapter 5 Mi Jiang: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival (＾－＾) [Two in One]

Kyosuke followed Miura and Mashu with a stack of materials. They were preparing to go to Haruno to apply for the school festival class exhibition project. I have to say that Hachiman's opinion is quite accurate. Although this guy was not elected as one of the three giants of the [2nd year F group gigolo production committee], his statement that "in the end, all the work will definitely be done by boys" is not wrong at all.

Basically, all the work during the meeting was done by Kyousuke, including recording opinions, organizing materials, writing application reports, etc. During the whole process, neither Miura nor Mashu had any intention of helping. Miura was because she had no habit of doing it herself when there was labor; and Mashu was just there to annoy Kyousuke.

"Those who are capable should do more work. Kyousuke, please take more care of it~"

Miura's words made Kyosuke feel genuinely annoyed. This was just the beginning. When he really started preparing for the operation, who knew how he would be treated like an animal? He might not even have the chance to go home.

As for the name [2nd Year F Group Gigolo Production Committee] which exudes a sense of humor from the inside out, Kyosuke felt a stomachache. He didn't know what was wrong with Mashu to choose this name.

"Ah, Kyousuke, Mashu. Hello!"

By chance, St. George came down from upstairs and saw the three people walking upstairs.

"George Sand, long time no see."

"Hello, director."

"Mr. Qiao, how was your summer vacation?"

The three of them quickly returned the greetings. From the way they addressed each other, one could tell how close their relationship was. Miura was obviously more timid than Kyousuke and Mashu. After all, she was still a student, and she was naturally a little afraid of St. George, who was the dean of discipline.

"Are you going to submit the materials? Thank you for your hard work."

St. George didn't care much about Miura's fear. It would be a problem if the students laughed and joked when they saw him. He naturally went up to talk to Kyosuke and Mashu, and ignored Miura.

"Yeah..." Kyosuke laughed and cried, "Why did Yono become the chairman?"

"This..."

Teacher Qiao's expression turned a little ugly when he heard Kyosuke's question. "We had a serious discussion about the chairmanship issue before. No one was willing to give in on who should be the chairman. Everyone thought this was a very interesting matter and wanted to get involved."

Teacher Qiao's words made sense. You can't expect these guys who find it so interesting to control the class with a radio headset to miss this opportunity to mess around. This was something Kyosuke discovered at the end of last semester. Based on Miura's previous gossip, Kyosuke finally figured out the actual purpose of the newly built building in the school. It was basically a huge control center. More than half of the original teachers of Sobu High School changed to work here. Their job was to observe the reactions of the students in the classroom through surveillance cameras, and then use the radio to tell the Heroic Spirits standing in front of the podium what to do. Only a very small number of Heroic Spirits who were originally knowledgeable (such as Andersen) would teach completely by themselves, and even so, those Heroic Spirits still had fun.

The only exception is physical education class, because every Heroic Spirit who attends physical education class has his own unique insights on how to keep fit. As a result, physical education class becomes a carnival for the fighting Heroic Spirits and an eternal pain in the hearts of all Sobu High School students.

Thinking of this, Kyosuke couldn't help but feel very sympathetic towards Mr. Qiao. As the dean of discipline, he was here to manage teachers rather than students. If those unruly heroes were so easy to manage, Kyosuke would have educated those funny people in Camelot into obedience. Mr. Qiao's role was at most like the small reins of a carriage speeding on the road of death. Only when the carriage was close to the cliff would it turn the direction so that it would not crash and die.

"So how was Yang No decided in the end? Was it through a vote by force?"

Kyosuke thought that only force could make that group of people submit. In this case, there would most likely be a fight, and then the one standing would get the final say. This kind of thing has happened countless times in history.

"No, we decided the winner by playing double cards. The Enkidu*Gilgamesh team with the highest score recommended Yang No, and you saw what happened next this morning." Seeing Kyosuke's wonderful expression, Teacher Qiao was very puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I...I just didn't expect you guys to be that democratic."

Kyosuke forced himself to suppress the urge to curse on the spot. Is it so easy to get the position of school chairman?

"Kyosuke, you really know how to joke. It's the 21st century now. The era of fighting and killing is long gone."

Teacher Qiao laughed and didn't take Kyousuke's complaints seriously at all.

If that's the case, then who were those people who were involved in the violent motorcycle race before?

"What about the principal? I thought you would get a new principal after the last semester. But you just replaced the chairman of the board?"

"The new principal won't take office so soon. She has other things to do. I guess she won't be able to take office until after the school festival. So now, it can be said that the power of Haruno is held by both the principal and the chairman."

When talking about this, Mr. Qiao showed a rare distressed expression on his face, and Kyosuke could understand his pain to some extent. The current situation of Sobu High School is basically equivalent to the power of the chairman and CEO being concentrated in one person. Generally speaking, unless it is a small company that has just started a business, such a situation rarely occurs in large companies. This is basically equivalent to the entire school being ruled by Yono alone. She wants to turn the school upside down now, and no one can stop her in terms of official power (physical resistance is another matter).

This is probably the most important reason why Teacher Qiao looked miserable during the opening ceremony in the morning but did not dare to directly refute Yang Nai.

"So why did I take on such a troublesome task in the first place? There are obviously more meaningful positions for me to do. And now I have no way to stop Yang No from making trouble..."

"Cheer up, Teacher Qiao..."

Kyosuke looked at Teacher Qiao, who was kneeling on the ground and doing a frustrated forward bend with a black aura of resentment all over his body. He felt that maybe he should apply for another vacation after this school festival.

"Okay, I have something else to do, you guys just go up and find Yang Nai."

Teacher Qiao also felt that he should end this heavy topic which was becoming increasingly heavy, and it was not a good thing to show his weakness in front of his students, so he quickly stopped the conversation and prepared to leave.