One hour later.
The eting with the inner-club union had ended.
Although there had been so argunts in the middle, overall, it was considered smooth. Everyone maintained a restrained attitude on the surface; behind-the-scenes exchanges were a different matter, but open quarrels were not good for either side.
Even the two who usually argued the most, Ryuju Momo and Kojima, didn't say much—everyone kept the intensity of the budget competition at a moderate, gentle level.
Sitting here were all descendants of high-ranking figures from various fields in Japan, and they might well collaborate in the future. There was no need to strain relationships.
Stepping out of the conference room.
Shirogane Miyuki let out a sigh of relief.
The next eting was still far away, and for a while, he wouldn't have to endure pressure from this crowd.
How on earth was Sakurai so bold? Shirogane Miyuki clearly rembered that, like himself, that guy had no backing at all—so why could he remain so calm?
Could it be that he was actually the eldest son of so great family, and entering Shuchiin as an external applicant was just so kind of succession trial?
Shirogane Miyuki glanced at Sakurai Saki, who was holding a stack of docunts nearby, and in his head, he had already co up with several hundred episode-long dramas.
...
Back in the student council room.
"Shirogane, I've got sothing to do today, I'm heading out first." Sakurai Saki said this and turned to leave.
(„• ֊ •„)੭
At that mont, his phone rang.
Glancing at the caller, he saw it was Minamoto Mashiro.
"Moshi moshi? Mashiro-san?" Sakurai Saki picked up.
In his ear ca the gentle voice of a beautiful woman:
"Saki-kun~ I'm waiting at the school gate already, co on out~"
Sakurai nodded a farewell to President Shirogane, then picked up his bag and left the student council room.
Although Shirogane Miyuki was also curious who he was talking to, he didn't ask.
After all, it was the other person's private matter.
...
Leaving the school gate, Sakurai Saki saw Minamoto Mashiro parked by the roadside.
The beautiful woman sitting inside lowered the window and called out loudly to him:
"Saki-kun~ I'm over here~"
(❀´ ˘ `❀)੭
Nearby, several students who had just finished their club activities were walking ho. Seeing this scene, they imdiately showed looks of surprise.
"Is that General Affairs Sakurai's big sister? She's so pretty~" a female student raised her hand to cover her mouth, speaking up.
"But they don't look that much alike, maybe a cousin?" another female student guessed.
"Could also be that kind of 'onee-san'..." a male student offered another opinion.
He was imdiately t with a chorus of disdainful glares from a group of female students.
(눈_눈)
Typical boys, always thinking crooked.
Just seeing a woman's arm, they imdiately think of a naked body.
Thinking of a naked body leads to imagining sex.
That's how boys' thoughts leap—like jumping off the peak of the Himalayas, escaping Earth's gravity, making Newton-sensei furious, and just floating off into space.
As for the students' chatter, Sakurai Saki naturally had no idea.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Minamoto Mashiro, sitting in the right-hand driver's seat, tilted her head and asked Sakurai, who was in the passenger seat.
"Not at all." Sakurai Saki replied gently.
"I just finished up at the student council, so you ca at just the right ti."
Hearing this, Minamoto Mashiro let out a sigh of relief.
"There's still plenty of ti, we can grab sothing to eat first. Saki-kun, what do you want to eat? Tell ."
Sakurai thought for a mont, then replied, "Let's have sothing sweet. Don't you like that kind of thing?"
"What's with this little brother indulging his big sister~? I'm the one who should be spoiling you." Minamoto Mashiro said with a laugh.
Mashiro: ❀.(*´◡`*)❀
Sakurai Saki didn't like sweets—she knew that well.
"And your Yoko-san is busy setting up the set, so she probably can't co eat with us."
In the end, the two of them drove to a nearby shopping mall, randomly picked a family restaurant inside, and had a simple al together.
...
By the ti the two arrived at the studio in Shinjuku, it was already close to seven in the evening.
Walking into the dressing room together with Minamoto Mashiro, Sakurai Saki sat down in a chair.
Hearing the chatter behind him about how they would do his makeup, Sakurai Saki didn't say anything more. Today, he wouldn't be able to lie, so anything he could avoid saying, it was best not to say.
A few minutes later, the makeup began.
"Sakurai-san, your skin is really beautiful~"
(๑´>᎑
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