I am the disaster of Saiki K.

"Besides, this is Meru-san after all, so eating this kind of thing is totally fine for her."

[Although what you said is right, your heart can't deceive me. ]

(Can't you think of some interesting assessment items? Even if the food must be fed to you by the hero himself, it's fine. Such an uninteresting child should be punished.)

[Oh, I see. It turns out that you are the one who planned the final BOSS of the war between monsters and heroes. It seems that for the peace and stability of the Cultural Season, I should eliminate you in advance. ]

"That's a great idea, I copied it!"

Anle patted Qi Mu's shoulder with relief and looked at him with an expression as if the child had finally grown up.

"I didn't expect that you, Saiki, would become so interesting. I am really happy for you, Saiki."

Anle, the event's chief planner, troublemaker and mastermind, spoke to Qi Mu with tears in his eyes.

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That's how it was. Class 3, Grade 2, began intensively preparing for the Cultural Season, setting up the venue, purchasing prizes, arranging for people to stay behind, and preparing scoring props.

For convenience, Anle even found Xiaolizi and asked her to make a mobile phone program overnight in exchange for coffee jelly, and input all the information such as assessment items and scoreboard into it.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the cultural season to arrive.

[Ending with this sentence, I always feel that the cultural season will never come. 】

. . . . . .

small theater:

[If the next chapter starts with "The cultural festival was cancelled due to weather conditions," you'll be bombarded.]

Probably not, not many people watched it in the first place. Besides, with Qi Zai's style, this kind of thing is not impossible.

[You don't really want to do this, do you? ]

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"Qi Mu, who are you talking to?"

Chapter 92 Cultural Festival: Fairy Tales of the Fairies

The night before the cultural season.

Dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed across the clouds from time to time, thunder rumbled incessantly, and the strong wind hit the windows, making a humming sound. Although the rain was not heavy now, it did not seem to stop. There were no pedestrians on the road, and the number of vehicles on the road was also decreasing. Most of the roadside shops had closed their shutters, and even put sandbags outside the shutters to prevent water from entering.

"It is expected that a typhoon will pass through in the next few days, so please be prepared."

This is what the TV at Saiki's house was reporting.

[Are you serious? ]

[Or do you just want me to help? ]

Saiki sat on the sofa in front of the TV and thought about this problem.

Qi Mu knew without even having to think that the little goblins must be going crazy because the cultural festival couldn't be held.

Ring ring ring~

Qi Mu's phone rang. He picked up the phone and An Le's voice came over.

"You will take action, Qi Shen."

【…】

Qi Mu didn't answer and hung up the phone.

He could offer to help, but that would seem like fulfilling the wish of someone with the same bad taste as Anle, which made Qi Mu at a loss for what to do.

[Let's see what the goblins are doing first. ]

Saiki activated his clairvoyance.

. . . . . .

Kaito Shun's house.

"Should I wear this to school tomorrow, or this one?"

Kaito Shun was holding a piece of clothing that was extremely chuunib in each hand, and was looking at the mirror, thinking. There was nothing unusual about it.

[Although he is still a chuunibyou, Kaito has also grown up. He didn't panic because the cultural festival might be cancelled. 】

It was too early for Qi Mu to say that.

"I think it's better to go this way." Kaito stripped off all his clothes and started dancing with lifeless eyes. "No one can beat me in a duel if I dress like this."

[Yaleyale, are you going to perform "Kaito's New Clothes"? ]

Saiki sighed and turned his gaze elsewhere again.

. . . . . .

The burning house.

"Li, what have you been doing outside the door? Come in quickly or you'll catch a cold."

Ran Tang's mother and the hamster Xiaoli No. 2 standing on her shoulder were both looking at Ran Tang who was doing strange things outside the door with worried faces.

"Li, why is your mother standing outside the door and not coming in?"

Xiaoli No. 2 asked curiously to her temporary mount.

Of course, only Saiki understood what she was saying.

[You've lived here for so long, and you can't even tell the difference between mother and son? ]

"It's just a typhoon. If I suck it into my stomach, it will disappear."

Ran Tang was caught in the rain and kept taking deep breaths.

[Ran Tang is going to perform, "Ran Tang Absorbs the Wind"? ]

. . . . . .

Meng Yuan knew my home.

"Zhiyu, why did you go to bed so early tonight? That's strange."

Mengyuan Zhiyu's mother looked at Mengyuan Zhiyu's closed door strangely, and put her ear against the door worriedly, trying to listen to any noise. Unfortunately, there was no noise in Mengyuan Zhiyu's room, as if he had really fallen asleep.

"This child always stays up late every day. What happened today?"

Meng Yuanzhiyu's mother left worriedly.

inside the room.

Meng Yuanzhiyu lay in the quilt with a calm face. You can see peace on her face, but this is actually what she feels inside.

(I must be dreaming. The typhoon will disappear when I wake up, right? If it doesn’t disappear, I won’t wake up.)

[This is "Sleeping Dreamland". ]

. . . . . .

Meliang Qianli's family.

"Sister, what are you doing? Come back soon." Chisato Mura's younger brothers and sisters pulled Chisato Mura who wanted to rush out of the house.

"That's my enemy, I must defeat him." Megumi Chisato said firmly.

"What are you talking about, sister? Those are typhoons and rainstorms. There's no way you can defeat them."

Chisato Murakami's brothers and sisters just thought that Chisato Murakami had finally gone mad with hunger and actually wanted to use her mortal body to stop the power of nature.

"That's the enemy. This must be the power of some damn superpower. He summoned a typhoon to deprive me of the right to eat as much as I want during the cultural season."

[You must be talking about other people with super powers. I'm not idle enough to do such a thing.]

【However, the performance of "Quixote" was good. 】

. . . . . .

Goto Ichisato's family who just appeared recently.

"Is it a typhoon?" Goto Ichiri sat alone in front of the window, holding a guitar, staring blankly at the sky covered with dark clouds.

"Although I'm happy that I don't have to participate in the cultural festival and don't have to perform in front of my classmates under pressure, but..." Goto Ichiri raised his head back.

"What should I do with the efforts of me and the band members? We have practiced hard for so long, and I have prepared myself mentally before going on stage, but the result is..."

Even if he tilted his head back, he couldn't stop the tears of unwillingness from flowing from little Pochi's eyes.

Goto Ichiri had tears in his eyes, but his hands moved and he played the guitar passionately.

"The messenger of the Taiwanese style will probably leave when he hears the sound of my guitar, right?"

Goto Ichiri was playing the guitar desperately.

[With headphones on, the guitar sound of "Pochi" cannot reach the ears of the messenger. 】

【But I heard it. 】

Saiki uses his clairvoyance to watch Teruhashi Shinmi, who plays Snow White, Saitora, who throws money to make the typhoon retreat, and Raido, who imagines himself to be the wind god Aharen or the rain god. Oh, and Anle, who is sharpening his knife to kill the Dragon King of Jinghe River at the Dragon Slashing Platform.

Qi Mu saw the performance of each PK Academy student and smiled knowingly.

[Oh my, you little goblins are really troublesome. ]

Qi Mu, who was in the center of the typhoon, pushed up his glasses.

[It seems that a certain guy with a bad taste is going to get what he wants. ]

. . . . . .

The next morning.

The clear sky, fresh air, and the almost dried-up water on the roads all indicate that the typhoon has passed.

The first day of PK Academy’s cultural season has finally arrived.

"Rantang, why have you been holding your breath with your belly puffed up since just now?" Hai Teng, who was dressed strangely, looked at Ran Tang with a puzzled look on his face.

"If I open my mouth, a typhoon will come out."

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Xiao Zhiyu, you seem to be in good spirits today."

"I went to bed early yesterday and had a dream that the cultural festival was cancelled due to a typhoon. Fortunately, it was just a dream."

"Why do you look uncomfortable, Meru-san?"

"I might have caught a cold after getting caught in the rain yesterday, but it doesn't matter, I'll be well again as long as I eat."

"Who is that guy who's rocking a zipper and chains? Is there anyone like him in our school?"

"Go away, go away, but I sent away the messenger of the typhoon with my guitar. I am the guitar hero."

[Yeah, they are really a bunch of troublesome guys. 】

. . . . . .

small theater:

"Why don't you just call me Sleeping Beauty? Are you mocking me?"

After all, the naming format should be unified.

"What if Xiao Xinmei plays this part?"

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"You are really mocking me, go to hell."

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