The wind in October carries a somewhat bleak autumn feel.
Inside Gymnasium, all the students in the school stood neatly in line by class, with densely packed heads gathered together.
For most students in the first grade, being forced to come here in this afternoon when the coolness of early autumn has not completely invaded is an extremely boring job.
Student Council President Who is sitting in that seat does not seem to affect whether tomorrow's Cafeteria menu will increase prices.
There was a dull sound of electricity coming from the radio, and then it was replaced by a cold and stern voice.
Horikita Manabu.
The man was wearing a school uniform and stood tall and straight in the center of the stage.
"... Thank you for your cooperation over the past two years."
His speech was very formulaic.
There was no sentimental farewell, no expectations for the future, just the completion of the necessary steps in the process of "resigning from office."
This is Horikita Manabu.
As he bowed slightly, turned around and left, the era of "Horikita Regime" came to an end at this moment.
Immediately afterwards.
"Next, please New Student Council President, Second Year Class A, Miyabi Nagumo."
As the emcee's voice fell, the blond man walked onto the stage with brisk steps.
Miyabi Nagumo took to the stage.
"I am Nagumo. Horikita President from grade 2 Class A. Thank you for your teaching so far. I would like to express my deep respect for you."
"Please allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Miyabi Nagumo. This time I take up my post as Student Council President. Please give me your advice in the future."
This is completely different from the attitude of Kazehara Tetsu peeking at Sports Festival. Nagumo is very polite.
But the next second, what he threw out made the first-year students who were originally a little sleepy suddenly woke up.
"I know that you may find this handover ceremony boring and want to go back early."
Miyabi Nagumo smiled, and his voice echoed throughout the venue through the microphone, "So, I won't talk nonsense. There are some things that I think it is necessary to inform you in advance here."
"First of all, the election time of Student Council President will be advanced from December to October. That is now."
"Secondly..."
His eyes seemed to glance at the figure who had just left behind the curtain, intentionally or unintentionally, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more open.
"I would like to change the tenure of Student Council President and its members who are currently studying there to last until graduation."
There began to be a commotion in the audience.
This is not just a rule change, but a lifelong declaration of power, albeit only within the school.
But this is not enough.
"As long as they are excellent and necessary talents, no matter which class you are in or how many people you have, you can participate in the activities as a member of Student Council.
"Of course..."
At this point, Miyabi Nagumo suddenly changed the topic, and the enthusiastic expression on his face subsided a little, and instead showed a trace of meaningful regret.
"Originally, I wanted to execute this series New System right away to give this old school a new look."
"But unfortunately, that's not entirely possible at the moment."
Miyabi Nagumo shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"After all... as the new president, I have some inconveniences in the face of some stubborn 'traditions'."
The direction of this sentence is so obvious.
Everyone could hear that he was alluding to the Old Rules represented by Horikita Manabu, which still bound his hands and feet to a certain extent.
"But please don't worry."
Miyabi Nagumo looked at the audience again, the light in his eyes as hot as fire.
"That day won't be too far away. I will use my own way to prove who is right."
Finished speaking.
After a brief silence.
The whole Gymnasium seemed to be detonated.
Especially the second grade area.
"Nagumo President! Nagumo President!"
"Great! This is what we want!"
A burst of cheers like a tsunami suddenly broke out.
The students there, whether they are Class A or Class D, are all shouting the name of Miyabi Nagumo at this moment.
At this moment, Miyabi Nagumo's absolute dominance in the second grade was fully revealed.
He is not a simple manager, he is their "Leader".
"What an exaggerated scene..."
Hashimoto Masayoshi, who was standing next to Kazehara Tetsu, clicked his tongue and said, "Those second-grade guys seem to have been brainwashed. This New President seems to be a great Dictator."
"Dictator..."
Kazehara Tetsu looked at Blond Man, who was bathed in cheers and full of pride on the stage.
"Rather, he is a clever demagogue."
Kazehara Tetsu's tone was calm, and he was not infected by the fanatical or uneasy atmosphere around him.
Miyabi Nagumo's move is very clever.
Break the rules, promise benefits, and at the same time set up an "old-era obstacle" as a target.
He has successfully established himself as an innovator who breaks the mold and attracts the attention of all those who desire change and advancement.
As Miyabi Nagumo's inflammatory speech came to an end, although the almost fanatical atmosphere in Gymnasium was still warm, the rally itself was over.
"Disband."
The originally uniform square formation began to loosen and turned into countless noisy crowds, rushing towards various exits.
Kazehara Tetsu put his hands in his trouser pockets and was mixed in with the crowd of Class A, preparing to leave this slightly stuffy space with the flow of people.
However, things backfired.
"That...Kagihara!"
"Please wait!"
Several female voices, who were a little shy but mustered up great courage, blocked his way.
Kazehara Tetsu stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, and scanned the unfamiliar faces in front of him.
It's three girls.
Most of their cheeks were flushed unnaturally, and when their eyes came into contact with Kazehara Tetsu's gaze, they moved around in panic as if they had been burned, and their fingers nervously twisted their skirts or clenched their mobile phones.
"Is something wrong?"
Kazehara Tetsu's voice doesn't contain much emotion.
"That..."
One of the girls took a deep breath, as if she was going to use up all her courage in this life, "I am Class B... Although I only saw Sports Festival from a distance, I thought Kagihara looked very handsome running! Well... if possible, can we exchange contact information?"
"Me too! She was really awesome during the relay race!" Another girl with long hair also hurriedly agreed, with little stars named "Envision" twinkling in her eyes.
It's this kind of thing again.
Kazehara Tetsu sighed a little helplessly in his heart.
This is not the first time that this scene has happened since he showed his strength in front of the whole school that day Sports Festival.
For girls of this age, "power" itself is a fatal hormonal attraction.
What's more, the skin of Kazehara Tetsu itself is of the highest quality, and it is a good target for girls who are in adolescence.