“Hey, guys! Stop talking and help me with my work!”
“We have to gather as many round fans and happi coats to show support for the next live concert!”
On the classroom floor, there was another group of girls getting ready for the live performance of Personia.
Goods with different prints of ”Shion LOVE!”, ”Show me your face!” and “I love you!” with hearts were lined up —
— on my desk and chair.
I guess my place is being used simply because they don’t want to put it on the floor.
I tried to look around slightly as if I was asking for help, but of course, no one noticed me.
It’s hard at times like this to not make a single friend in class, even if it’s to keep a low profile.
I mean, I just couldn’t make it.
“…………”
When it’s time for homeroom, the girls will have to clean up the mess.
I headed to the bathroom to consume the time I couldn’t stand.
Walking down the corridor slowly and deliberately to get there at just the right time. Along the way, I looked at the other classes and saw a similar scene. The boys were talking about the new songs, music videos, and cover bands for Personia.
Even the girls sitting quietly in their seats, if you look closely, were writing fan letters.
The content was… “Shion Shion Shion Shion~~” …what a scary thing this is!
(In the meantime, let’s scold Suzuki in the dressing room, for spilling the beans on the region I live in. No, let’s just force him to sing live.)
As I got used to the strange sight as usual, I decided to impose a sanction on my manager.