Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

At the end of the class, students leave school early.

Students with no ministry activities are walking early enough.

A majority of students will want to go home soon enough to enjoy games, hobbies, and an after-school life with friends.

I agree with that opinion.

I want to go home early, take a bath, take a breath on the couch and blossom into a fun conversation with my sister.

However, he watched the students return from the window in the student club room.

The performance of the brass club sounds on campus, and it is unacceptable to go home even though I feel the day is over in my feelings.

The day of student council officers, including me, is not over yet.

Until class is the tutorial, and rather, from now on, it's also the real deal.

In the student club room, Koizumi and Miura, you had your hair shaped in front of the mirror.

Usually, you too, Furano, who doesn't play with much hair, are somehow all-back today.

So the students around me scare me...

Seriously, Furano today you're scared, that looks like a bad picture I've already painted.

On that sharp eye and expression, the day you are stared at with a red-dyed all-back, tears can also come out with reflections.

For about thirty minutes now, while the chairman is talking to his advisor, Dr. Sudo, in the staff room, he has been familiar so many times, but the three of them have been staring at the mirror all the time if they are never satisfied.

It's a little messier than in the morning, but when I try to fix it myself, it gets messier, so I'm just waiting for time to pass.

Nevertheless, watching students just go home is very boring.

If I knew you, I'd talk to you face-to-face from here, but I don't have any students to talk to raw haters.

Shizukuishi, Kirasaka, and Yudo didn't see each other as soon as they broke up in the classroom after class.

Normally, it should go through the aisle outside the window.

Not for those three, such as remedial education.

As likely as Shizukuishi and Yudo were caught by their classmates.

Kirosaka is... he's useless just predicting behavior.

Maybe he's even reading in the library, or maybe he's returned from somewhere.

There is also the possibility of wandering around the school building.

Stops the gaze that was inadvertently pointing out the window, in one way.

"... Furano, do you have a minute?

"What is it, Senior?

I spoke to you, Mr. Furano, who was right behind me.

I asked Furano, who stood beside me about something.

"... what is that?

"Is that... what is it?

The Student Council Room is located at the end of the second floor of the school building.

Outside the window, you can see a view of the school garden, and today's shooting location will be at the end, but also at the end.

Me and Furano, what you were looking at was where it was taken.

Under a large tree, countless cameras were installed where six chairs were supposed to be lined up.

"You don't need a camera like that for a student council shoot, do you?

"Right...... about one even if you used it, right?

What, is this even going to start at a press conference?

Did you even complain that you were too scared?

Miura answered me and Furano from behind with a slight pull on the equipment that was too luxurious than necessary.

"I hear the photographer's different today, he asked me to shoot anything."

"Nevertheless, that's an exaggeration..."

"Yes, it is."

How high level of equipment do you use to photograph students?

Besides, where did you get this information from?

I look at Miura with a nervous look somewhere and Koizumi with a bright blue face that still seems to pass out behind her, and zero sigh as to whether this one is still not normal.

"We're all here, so let's move."

Then, less than five minutes later, the chairman returns, and he opens the door to the student council room in a lavish manner, and he sees the four of them. Oh, yeah.

Finally, it's time to shoot.

The chairman should know about that camera regardless.

Yet what makes me feel more norinous than anyone else is that I was looking forward to shooting.

Follow the chairman's back and walk on campus to his destination.

After all, there are few students in the school building.

He was turned around as if something had happened, but he could not speak up in particular, as he walked the hallway with all the officers.

If it was just the chairman or Koizumi, it wouldn't be a story.

But now I have a bodyguard, Mr. Furano.

Nobody leaves him in front of him, hesitating once to speak up.

Only today, the chairman cannot afford to be reacting to students except.

Because I know it will be shot by a large number of cameras.

I also have an unpleasant sweat on my back.

As you walk out of the building, you see a few shadows where countless cameras have been placed.

I can't see your face... but it's about four people.

That would be Miura's photographer and his people who asked him to shoot himself.

"Yes, I didn't introduce you to today's photographer."

When the chairman confirms the appearance of those four, he introduces the photographer with his left hand up.

A gentleman in a black suit with a noticeable gentle grin with a corresponding wrinkle…

"Special photographer Kuroi."

"And the director of the photography, Sadashi Kurasaka."

"It's you..."

Drop shoulders grandly.

I desperately felt like I was about to collapse from my knee.

I thought there was a line of cameras that seemed reasonably expensive.

The unpredictable woman, Kirasaka, is changing from a uniform to a piece of personal clothing and has a megaphone in her hand.

On the other hand, I could hear that I had prepared today's shoot in advance around having a 'script' and a booklet that was heavily emphasized.

"I'm Kanzaki, assistant director!

This is my assistant Ohara.

What are you guys doing?

If you don't think you can see him from earlier, think of something a lot more interesting.

To the three of us who are absolutely enjoying ourselves, behind us, there are other devices that we don't really understand, such as lighting and tripods.

Thus, an unusual female student supervised student association memorial photography session was initiated.

Or did you allow it well on the school side...