The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

After all, it had to do with a surprise.

It had been about a month since Komachi became president of the Service Club. She had more or less gotten used to the new arrangement. Today, Yukino and Yuihama had suggested giving Komachi a gift to celebrate her becoming president.

A gift for celebration or commemoration could just be handed over directly... It was not like I had not thought that, but perhaps because today was such an ordinary day, a surprise would be especially effective.

Birthdays went without saying, but whenever a holiday came around, you could not help wondering whether you might receive a surprise. Even retired old men thought they might get a bouquet.

From that perspective, it was not even exactly one month later, so Komachi could not possibly expect to receive a gift at this time.

To make this ambush as effective as possible, the key was not letting Komachi grow suspicious. If the three of us went out together, Komachi would definitely suspect we were up to something. I was staying here to provide an alibi and keep Komachi from getting suspicious.

Therefore, I should have been grateful that it saved me the time of lying to her. If the target was Komachi, I did not think I could hide anything from her. Or rather, maybe Yukino and Yuihama had asked Komachi for leave in advance precisely because they had considered that.

In any case, Yukino and Yuihama were absent on business, so today's club activity consisted of only Komachi and me.

In the silent clubroom, the sound of mechanical pencils seemed unusually loud.

At home, the two of us often spent time together, and sometimes we would not say a single word, just petting cats. Yet at this very moment, I was terribly conscious