There was only about a week left until the much-anticipated sports day.
Once the fun of the sports day was over, the hidden obstacle of midterms would be waiting, but that was a problem for the future.
For high school students in their pri, the sports day was one of the last opportunities to enjoy their fiery youth.
…In fact, there had been several opportunities until now.
Imgan School, sumr vacation, and the school trip.
All of them were very important events in a student’s life.
But in the end, it was the way of the world that only those destined for success would succeed.
There were those who got a girlfriend without much effort, while others failed no matter how hard they tried.
I didn’t have to look far for examples; Ryuji and Satoru were right there.
Anyway, the reason the boys were so serious about this sports day was simple.
To emphasize their masculinity and gain popularity with the girls.
Who knows how effective it will actually be, but it’s better than doing nothing.
“That concludes this eting.”
The eting, which gathered all the class presidents to prepare for the sports day, ended after about an hour.
As soon as I, the Student Council Secretary and atmosphere maker, put down the chalk, sighs of relief were heard from all around.
The President, sitting at the head of the table in a dignified pose, looked at and said,
“Good job today, Yu-seong.”
“It was nothing.”
“This was originally Shinji’s job, so I’m sorry for burdening you with it all.”
“It’s fine. It wasn’t that difficult.”
I said this modestly and then looked at Minami, who was sitting next to .
“If anything, I should apologize for Minami doing the secretary’s work for .”
“…I’ve recorded the minutes. I also cut out any unnecessary proposals before they got out of hand.”
Excellent.
As expected of Minami, her work was as efficient as an elite kunoichi.
The President, after tapping the manuscript that Minami handed her on the desk, addressed the class presidents, who were drained from the eting.
“Let’s adjourn for today. Thank you all for your hard work.”
With the President’s order to adjourn, the class presidents, who had been slumped over, quickly left the eting room, chatting noisily as if nothing had happened. ŕ𝐀ꞐÔ𝐛ÈŜ
As the eting room emptied, only the Student Council mbers remained, so I asked the President,
“What are you going to do now, President?”
“? I’m going back to the classroom to finish studying. The university entrance exams aren’t far off now.”
Well, it was already October.
There were only a few months left until the Center Test.
Even though the President regularly topped the class, it was only natural that she’d feel anxious.
“Then I’ll head back to my class as well.”
“Yes. See you at ho this evening.”
The President, who would usually try to keep in the Student Council room at all costs, stopped doing so after we started living together.
It was probably because she was confident that we’d see each other again at ho, even if we parted ways here.
As I was about to open the door and leave the eting room, the President suddenly asked,
“By the way, Yu-seong.”
“Yes?”
“What do you think about Japan’s low birth rate problem these days?”
“All of a sudden?”
“It’s a topic that ca up while I was working on an essay question. I’d like to hear your honest opinion.”
The low birth rate, huh?
Honestly, having children was sothing I considered a distant future issue, so I could only give a textbook answer.
“Young people in Japan don’t have kids, or rather, can’t have kids, because the average cost of raising a child to adulthood is over 20 million yen. If you add private education to that, the cost skyrockets. In a situation where wages have stagnated during the Lost Decades, you need to be at least middle class to raise children. Most young people today don’t fall into that category. Unless the governnt provides extensive support, there’s really no other way.”
“So, if the governnt significantly increases childcare allowances, people will naturally have more children?”
“Yes. That’s the gist of it.”
The President nodded as if my answer made sense.
Then, she imdiately presented a counterargunt.
“I have a different opinion.”
“In what way?”
“I think the modern low birth rate issue could be naturally resolved by reviving the polygamy system that disappeared in the past.”
“Polygamy?”
When the word I never expected ca out of the President’s mouth, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes in surprise.
“The current marriage system only allows monogamy, so even n who are capable can only have one wife. But what if we and the constitution to allow polygamy? Those who are capable could take on multiple wives and contribute to the nation by having more children.”
“That’s… honestly, it sounds unrealistic.”
“Haha, it’s just an essay question, after all. You can set up hypotheses like this.”
As expected of a love cody heroine, the President’s unexpected Arican-style views on marriage surprised , and I could only respond with a wry smile.
Honestly, what could I say about such a topic?
Sotis, simply applauding politely is the best course of action.
After school.
Rika was still clearly avoiding outside of school, so I was walking ho alone, feeling lonely.
“Huh? Over there…”
I ran into a familiar face on the subway.
A petite fra, orange pigtails, and prominent snaggletooth that seed to say, ‘I’m a little devil character.’
It was Ryuji’s younger sister, who was currently enjoying her peak of popularity.
Huh? Why don’t I call her by her na and just refer to her as “younger sister”?
Honestly speaking…
I forgot.
“Ryuji’s sister, right? It’s been a while.”
Trying not to show that I had forgotten, I greeted her casually, and Ryuji’s sister tilted her head slightly with a sassy expression and said,
“It’s been a while. You’re Senior Kim Yu-seong, right?”
“Senior?”
“Well, we do go to the sa school, even though I’m in the middle school division.”
“Ah.”
Co to think of it, Ryuji’s sister goes to the sa school too.
I had heard about it before, but I didn’t really pay attention, so I forgot.
“Are you on your way ho?”
“Yes. I had club activities today, so I finished a bit late.”
As she said that, she glanced at and asked,
“…Are you close with my brother?”
“Close with Ryuji?”
I thought carefully about Ryuji’s sister’s question.
If you ask whether we’re close, I’d say we are.
We support each other, after all.
“Well, more or less.”
“Then, do you know about the senior who recently transferred, Hattori Aya?”
“Yeah, I do.”
At one point, we fought because our goals were different, but after the fight in Osaka, she fell for Ryuji and beca an ally.
To be honest, I still think she’d point a blade at if necessary, but she wouldn’t do that to Ryuji.
It was the face of a girl who truly loves him.
After hearing my answer, Ryuji’s sister seed to think deeply for a mont before speaking to .
“Senior, if you have ti, could I get so advice from you?”
“What? Advice?”
“Yes. Just so advice. It’ll only take a mont.”
She looked up at with sparkling eyes as she said that, making it impossible for to refuse.
‘What is this cute creature?’
I’m a guy who’s very weak to cute things.
Ryuji’s younger sister, Sakamoto Yuika.
Her na ca to belatedly, but in the original “Scramble Love,” she was ranked as the third most popular heroine.
She was just behind Rika and Sasha.
How can a blood-related younger sister be a heroine?
Don’t ask . In Japanese love codies, it’s normal for younger sisters to be treated as heroines.
Of course, since they share the sa blood, younger sister heroines are usually dood to lose, but sotis, when the writer goes off the rails, there’s even an incest ending, so you can’t let your guard down.
Anyway, I didn’t expect soone like Yuika to suddenly ask for advice.
We didn’t have much of a connection, and the only link between us was Ryuji.
But today’s advice session was precisely because of “Ryuji.”
“So, you want to know why your brother suddenly beca popular?”
“Yes.”
At a cafe near my house.
In fact, Ryuji’s house and mine were only about a block apart, so you could say it was a cafe near Ryuji’s house, too.
“Right, the reason for his popularity.”
To be honest, there were too many things that ca to mind.
I an, it made sense since Ryuji was originally the protagonist of “Scramble Love.”
His grades were average, but he had a righteous heart, above-average looks, and a likable personality.
On top of that, he was now receiving buffs from an Egyptian spirit and a childhood ghost friend, enhancing both his yin and yang energies, making him incredibly powerful.
He’d be terrifying as an enemy, but as an ally, he’s incredibly reliable.
But this wasn’t the kind of answer Yuika, Ryuji’s sister, was expecting from right now.
I racked my brain for a mont before speaking.
“Wouldn’t you know better than ? You’re family, after all.”
Yuika nodded as if she had been waiting for to say that and replied,
“Yeah, that ‘brother’ of mine. He probably flirted with girls without even thinking about it. It’s so obvious.”
“……”
Seriously, if even his sister thinks of him this way, what on earth has Ryuji been doing?
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