2nd Round Villain

148 – Kindness Academy’s Good Work – 6

ah, it feels good

I grinned and grinned at the pleasure that surged through me.

After getting beaten up by Maria, I went with her to a clearing where people were buzzing. It is to find the ‘reading club manager’ that Maria of the night said.

When Maria sees her squatting on a bench and crying, her heart will pity her and she will think of joining the reading club.

Actually, when I think of the fact that I abandoned the Pantera Crew with me earlier, I think they would follow me if I just asked them to join the reading club.

Still, if it’s something that can flow as it should, it’s better to let it flow as it is. The fewer variables there are, the more I can make the most of the information I have about the future.

“Is the boat okay?”

Maria asks a question. Glancing at my belly with a worried look.

Seeing that, a sense of fun suddenly springs up. I clutched my stomach and leaned over.

“Ugh… ! You got hit so many times that my stomach… !”

“Eh, Mr. Evans? oops… ! W, you must have been enduring the pain… !”

Maria was startled and clung to me. Then, he put his hand near my abdomen and used his divine power.

Fun can’t make Maria tired. I straightened my upper body, spread my arms, and shouted in a humorous tone.

“It’s warm~ I’m fine!”

“What, what! Weren’t you sick?”

“Of course it’s a lie! Could it be that I was hurt by Maria’s cotton fist?”

“Ugh… ! Don’t joke around like that… ! You were surprised!”

Maria immediately threatened me. But there was a hint of relief on her face that couldn’t be hidden.

“ha… I’m glad you weren’t hurt though. I felt my heart drop.”

“Ku-ku, I was having fun.”

“That’s because Evans-sama was playing the prank! Change your position and think! How worried!”

Change your stance? hmm… .

If I had hit Maria in the stomach, and if that had caused her to collapse, clutching her stomach… .

omg.

When I changed my stance as Maria said, it seems that the person concerned will never accept it as a joke. I thought the sky was falling It was an ominous imagination.

So I like it. I’m going to have to play a lot of pranks like this in the future. ‘Cause I’m not a party

“okay okay. So calm down.”

“Evans, please calm down. Wipe the tears from your eyes.”

“Kuhm, I get it.”

I wiped away the tears as I giggled until my stomach hurt. Maria’s cheeks are puffy.

however… why.

I think I walked for a while, but why can’t I see the crying girl?

I said that Maria must have been around here.

Head of the reading club. I have accompanied Maria here to find the woman.

But what if you don’t show up? I looked around more carefully. But all I can see is the other students. There was no one who looked like the head of the reading department.

“Evans, what are you looking for? You’ve been averting your eyes since before.”

“huh? Ah, I’m looking for someone.”

“Who are you looking for?”

“Director of the Academy Reading Club. But I can’t see it.”

Maria, who heard my words, expanded her sights after me. All kinds of sights were put in the white bag.

Meanwhile, Maria pointed to a corner with her finger and said,

“Isn’t that him over there?”

I moved my gaze to the point where Maria’s fingertip was pointing.

There, a girl with wavy bun hair was walking on the sidewalk with dozens of books in her hands. Little by little dripping water droplets. It looks like he won’t be able to stop crying any time soon.

Aha, I came too early and couldn’t find it.

The bun hair approached a bench in the street, folded up her skirt and sat down, then placed books on her thin thighs. Then she laid her face on it and cried out loud.

“Uh uh… ! What about our club… !”

The cover of the book is wet from so many tears. The rain of tears that fell slowly turned into a storm.

“Looks like he’s right. Okay, shall we go and see?”

“yes? Are you approaching me?”

“Are you curious? Why are you crying so sadly!”

Actually, I’m trying to connect you with that bun-haired manager.

I grabbed Maria’s wrist and led her to the bun head. Then he spoke in the most cheerful way possible.

“Looks like a senior, but he’s crying so sadly that I can’t just pass by him. What story have you been through?”

chin-.

When I said that while putting my hand on my shoulder, my bun hair trembled. Her white face curled up. Eyes full of tears turned to me.

“Hey, heh… who, who are you… ?”

“I’m a freshman who entered school a few days ago. By the way, senior, right?”

“Ah, yes! I-I’m Charlotte, the director of the academy reading club! heh heh heh… .”

Even as the bun-haired man spoke, he couldn’t control his own crying. I took out the handkerchief I had prepared in advance in the morning and handed it to her, naturally sitting next to her.

Maria, like me, sat next to the bun, as if curious.

“So, what is your story? This is also a fate, so please explain!”

“Huh… that, yes… Maybe you could become a new member… .”

The story that followed went like this.

A reading club that was not popular within the academy because it was old-fashioned and boring.

As the head of the department, Charles Howard, is taken in a bad way by a popular senior in the third year, people gradually avoid the club.

Eventually, even two of the original club members left.

New students who used to come in once or twice a year are not coming in at all.

Charles, who is in his third year this year, can’t stay in the club anymore because he has to prepare for employment and graduation.

Eventually, the club is in danger of being closed. Charles, who had a great affection for the club, burst into tears because of that.

After hearing the story, Maria hugged Charles and deeply sympathized with him. To be honest, I didn’t feel anything, but I patted her sobbing shoulder because I had to pretend to sympathize.

“Huh… To me, the club is like a real friend… To think that such a club would be closed… .”

“Oh, you must be really sad. Come on, cry all you want.”

“Ahhhhh… !”

The bun hair was crying wildly while being held in the arms of a two-year-old junior. Maria stroked her back gently.

Oh, to be so warm even to someone you just met. Again, Maria is Maria. It must have been like that when the saintess embraced me in the Tower of Babel in my previous life.

springs up For Maria to be nice to anyone other than me. Jealousy, you could say.

Did Mary feel this way during the last 500 years of her crucifixion? Whatever it is, it’s not a very good feeling.

“Well then, senior! How about doing this?”

“Uh, uh… ?”

So, he shouted. Because I don’t like having anyone else besides me in Maria’s arms.

“I’m joining the reading club! I had nowhere to go anyway. How about it, Maria, is it a good way?”

“Is that really true? Can I? You could be stigmatized by a senior in third grade who hates me… .”

“Ah, it’s okay. Something like that.”

It was not what was originally planned. Maria said she would join the club first, and the goal was for me to follow suit.

But my thoughts have changed. Because I don’t like Maria holding this bun. need to get it off soon

“I-I’ll join too! If Evans joins… !”

“really? you, both of you… ? I’ll be fine though… ?”

“It’s not that the club naturally disappeared, it was injustice caused by an unknown senior in the third grade. I learned that helping someone like that is a medical cooperative.”

Wow, chivalry! The saintess told me on the third day at the Tower of Babel. To hear that from little girl Maria.

“You… ! You will be blessed! My, I will help you a lot!”

Bun hair was thrilled and shouted. The red eyes are full of joy, not sadness.

“Okay, then we will go to the library. Is that okay?”

“Of course not! Now that you are members! I’ll finish the application! Oh… you, what’s your name?”

“My name is Evans. Evans Grant. The name of this girl here is Maria.”

“I see. okay. I’ll make all the applications so you don’t have to worry… Now, hold on. what? Maria? Are you talking about freshman saintess?”

“hahahaha… You can’t let it float too much. I’m not the kind of person who would hear the sound of ‘Nim’ from my seniors. Just be comfortable with it.”

The bun hair, realizing Maria’s identity, was stunned. No matter how much she is in her third year, the name ‘Saint of the Holy Church’ seems to be worth a lot.

“thank you… As the rumors say, you are a very good saint… .”

“What. Rather, Evans-nim, who readily offered the proposal first, is more amazing. right? Mr. Evans?”

Maria showed a bright smile to the bun hair who extended sincere gratitude. It’s a smile that makes you feel good just looking at it, like the scent of spring.