Chapter 83: Vulgar Sports Festival 1

　An unusual day. The students’ voices were somewhat lively, and many of them had bright expressions on their faces. The sports festival, which started with a somewhat buoyant atmosphere, with no one listening to the boring principal’s talk, was unusually exciting from the very beginning.

“Fuhahahahahahaha!　How’s our class doing, logger Hinagi?” (Yuki)

“I think it’s going well so far. But it looks like we’re playing a different game!?” (Hinagi)

“No problem” (Yuki)

“No, there is. All right, at this rate, it shouldn’t matter what I’m trying say. Listen, okay?　Yukito Kokonoe. Why don’t you reconsider?　You see, I’m an adult, and I’m not young enough to get together with you guys—” (Sayuri)

“If you don’t want to be exposed any further, you should stay quiet.” (Yuki)

“Kiriii!　You!” (Sayuri)

“Yes, I’ll add a garter belt.” (Yuki)

I had to put up with the insolent Sayuri-sensei, who was still complaining that she didn’t want to wear a maid’s uniform at the festival.

“If you insist so much, I don’t mind if we add cat ears and a tail like Sanjoji-sensei and then make you wear a mini-skirt, you know?　What do you think?!” (Yuki)

“Stop, stop!　How far are you going to humiliate me! ……I mean, is Sanjoji-sensei okay with that? You’re the only one in this school who can be so bullish against Sanjoji-sensei.” (Sayuri)

It is rare to find such a kind and gentle teacher who is so student-oriented. It is admirable. In many ways. And at times like this, she also puts her body on the line. Sanjoji-sensei is truly a mirror of a teacher.

“I’m sorry ……. I’m dragging my feet.……” (Fujimori)

“Great performance. You did well. Fourth place out of a solid field of athletes. You should be be proud” (???)

“That’s right. Thanks to you, Fujimori, we’re all saved!” (???)

“Then, let’s give him a big lift!” (???)

“Eeh!?” (Fujimori)

The team does its best to cheer up the depressed Fujimori. The 100-meter run, in which records are measured, has a different meaning from the 100-meter run at the sports festival. Points are allotted according to rank, and it is important not to miss any.

The athletic clubs have an advantage in the sports festival. The difference is even more pronounced in the 100-meter run, which is purely a running event. Fujimori, a member of the culture club, must have had a tough opponent. Fourth place is a big win.

　It is no exaggeration to say that thanks to Fujimori, a way forward has been opened up for the team. His achievements are immeasurable. Many of the students in the group that Fujimori ran with were prominent members of the athletic club. Conversely, because Fujimori took on the challenge, the other groups became thin on the ground, making it easier to aim for higher rankings.

This is part of the strategy, and even if a student is not good at sports, he or she has a role to play. There is no higher or lower rank. As long as it is a group competition, it is the right thing to do if each person can fulfill the role required of him or her.

　That is why we must not forget to thank those who worked as hard as Fujimori did, even if they did not stand out as much as Fujimori did, in order to achieve the result of winning the championship. Because we are classmates and like-minded friends.

　After the 100-meter run, the next event was the tug-of-war.

“But Yukito, are you okay with this?” (Miho)

“It can’t be helped. It’s the only way.” (Yuki)

I was inattentive and the only event in which I participated was the tug-of-war in which everyone participates. So don’t worry about that, you fresh and handsome guy. I’m fully prepared, so don’t worry.

“But Yukito over there is your—-” (Miho)

“Don’t say that.” (Yuki)

“Ge, my mother is there too. I mean, aren’t there a lot of people here?” (Miho)

“Don’t point.” (Yuki)

“I don’t know why so many parents in this class get along so well.” (Miho)

“Ugh.……” (Yuki)

　I thought it was a joke, but my mom was really there to cheer me on. I told her in advance that I had no events to participate in, so surely it must be my sister’s thing. But for some reason, Sekka and Himiyama are there too. I was too scared to make eye contact. I looked closer and saw Akane-san and Shiori-mama there as well, and it seemed that all the parents of Class B were there.

But in an all-participant event, I won’t stand out. There was nothing to worry about. So, after winning the tug-of-war, the only thing left was the last event of the morning, the scavenger hunt.

“Well then, I’m counting on you, scavenger team.” (Yuki)

“Yukito-chan, I think scavenger hunts are supposed to be more friendly.” (Mineda)

Mineda and her team, who were in charge of the scavenger hunt, were carrying the items to the goal area. The strategy is to cut losses to the limit by preparing in advance the borrowed items used in past scavenger hunts and placing them near the finish line in a solid formation.

“Then Yukito, I’m going” (Hinagi)

“I’ll do my best, Yuki!” (Shiori)

“I will win this event too” (Miho)

Once the members of the scavenger hunt gather at the designated spot, the scavenger hunt finally begins. I was bored and had nothing to do, so I headed over to greet my mother.

“Yaa, Mom. I haven’t seen you since this morning.” (Yuki)

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“I was really looking forward to it. But I’m sad that that’s the last time you’ll be on the show.” (Mother)

“That can’t be helped. But why are Sekka and Himiyama-san here?” (Yuki)

“Yuki-chan, it’s not fair only to greet Sister. I don’t like favoritism!” (Sekka)

“You’re so mean. How could you not tell me?” (Himiyama)

“Even if you say that…” (Yuki)

“Uhm….!” (Sanjoji)

　Suddenly, a voice called out from behind me. Mom’s expression turns grim for a moment, as if she is remembering something. A hint of hostility dwells in her face.

“You are ……. Why are you here?” (Mother)

“I’m really sorry about that time!” (Sanjoji)

“It was a long time ago. Besides, it’s not up to me, it’s up to him.” (Mother)

Mother and Sanjoji-sensei are having a conversation with a serious look on their faces. I was in no mood to join in the conversation. It may be that Mom is exposing the series of sexual harassment against Sanjoji-sensei. Certainly, I can’t deny that the mini-skirted cat-ear maids were a bit much. But I wanted to see it. Everyone wanted to see it! *With the consensus of the class.

“Yukito, come with me!” (Hinagi)

Suddenly, my hand is pulled from behind and taken by Hinagi. She is in the middle of a scavenger hunt. This pattern, am I the borrowing object?　Before I can ask her what kind of borrowing it is in detail, we both run into the goal together.

“Sorry, but it had to be Yukito” (Hinagi)

Finishing first, I part ways with a giggling Hinagi and return to my mother. Was the discussion over? I don’t know what happened, but Sanjoji-sensei and Himiyama-san had red eyes. For some reason, they were all looking at me kindly.

“Ah, Yuki! There you are!　Please help me!” (Shiori)

“Again?!” (Yuki)

　One crisis after another.

“Run, Yukito! They’ll catch up if you don’t!” (Miho)

“Not you too, you handsome, fresh-faced guy.” (Yuki)

　One crisis after another.

“Come on, help me.” (Yuuri)

“And now my sister.” (Yuki)

“Haa?　What are you disappointed in me for?” (Yuuri)

“I’m flattered.” (Yuki)

　One crisis after another.

“Hurry, hurry, let’s go!” (Soma)

“Hahahaha……… Goddess-senpai, what’s going on with you—-“

　One crisis after another.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. What I need to borrow is a s*x friend” (Kedou)

“Don’t tell obvious lies!　And you’re the student council president, right?” (Yuki)

One problem solved, then another.

“Kokonoe-san, if you don’t mind, come with me.” (Tojo)

“Heal ……. This is a saintly woman. Tojo-senpai, give me a break.” (Yuki)

　One crisis after another.

　I was borrowed all over the place. It was just like a popular VHS at a video rental store. Is that too old-fashioned an analogy?　Oh, that’s right. Remember, it was common practice to rewind when returning a video.

Being forced to run to the finish line every time I was borrowed was a bit like being bullied. The scavenger hunt ended in an overwhelming victory for Group B, but at a great cost.

　When I asked Hinagi what in the world the borrowing object was, she told me it was ‘someone I like’. I couldn’t help but reply, “O-ou…….” I didn’t ask about President Kedou because it was useless to ask.

“Hihi …….Amazing, amazing　Great victory ……!” (Shakado)

As I was exhausted and groggy, logger Shakado who had taken over from Hinagi, who was still participating in the competition, showed me her notes.

Not to mention waiting for the midterm announcement at noon.

　–The win was a historic victory for the B group.

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