Yorozuya! Established!

Horikita Manabu's efficiency was surprisingly high, so in just two days, he used his authority to send out advertisements for the establishment of the Yorozuya to the entire school's faculty, students, and the staff of the shopping district.

He even included details regarding the required content and format for request forms, as well as the address of the Yorozuya.

Because he always maintained an upright and unyielding attitude, even the school's board chairman and principal were stunned after receiving the message.

Not to mention the teachers and students.

Consequently, this inexplicable Yorozuya suddenly became the talk of the town for everyone before and after class.

"Yorozuya... Heh, I'd like to see what kind of clown is stirring up trouble."

Ryuen, with his purple center-parted hair, scoffed at the idea. They were just students, so why were they playing at adult things?

"Princess, shall we go and test the waters?"

"Hehe, of course, but now is not the time. Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle that little loach anyway..."

Although the speaker wore a smile, her tone carried a hint of killing intent.

"Ichinose, what do you think about this? Even the Student Council President is personally promoting this Yorozuya."

"Hmm, it sounds like the Yorozuya is a place to help others solve their problems, right? I think that's a good thing!"

"That's not what I meant, I... sigh, forget it."

"?????"

Naturally, the people with the biggest reaction were in Class D, and the place with the smallest reaction was also likely Class D.

Once the news broke, Horikita Suzune couldn't sit still. What kind of place could it be that even her brother would hold in such high regard (or feel helpless about)?

If she could join that Yorozuya... would her brother finally acknowledge her?!

Kōenji's lips curled slightly, though it was unclear if he had thought of something amusing.

As for the others, they simply treated the Yorozuya as a joke and didn't take it to heart at all.

At this moment, Activity Classroom 401 (Advanced Nurturing Yorozuya)

"This is our club activity room! What do you think? Not bad, right?!"

Shinjo enthusiastically introduced every plant, table, and chair to the three girls behind him.

"Katsuya... is this really a club room... why are there game consoles and a television here?!"

"There's even a refrigerator and a washing machine?"

The three girls hadn't closed their mouths since they walked in, stunned by the sight. It wasn't that their horizons were limited, but that all of this far exceeded common sense.

From entertainment equipment to furniture and appliances, everything was provided.

Moreover, there were all kinds of drinks and snacks laid out on the side. If it weren't for the fact that this was a club room, they would have wanted to move in!

After all, the students of Class D were quite poor, and this place was equivalent to being able to eat and drink for free at any time. Wasn't this much better than the vegetable set meals?

"What's so surprising about this? According to my plan, there should have been a fully automatic massage chair over here! It's a pity that a certain stingy person didn't agree, so there was nothing I could do."

"Um, Shinjo-kun, ah, no, should I call you President? President, what exactly are we supposed to do?"

The person speaking was Satō. For some reason, she suddenly felt a bit reserved.

Because judging by the layout of this place, the club thing was probably a lie. A secret date for two between him and Karuizawa was the real truth, right?!

"Ah, about that. Let me introduce the functions of the Yorozuya. Although Megumi has heard it before, some details haven't been finalized yet, so listen up while you can."

"Yes! President."

Karuizawa gave Shinjo plenty of face and quickly pulled out three chairs from the back, and the other two girls, under the pressure of their good friend, had no choice but to sit down and listen.

"The workflow is as follows: we will receive request letters from various people every day, and the letters will be kept in the mailbox at the door."

"We will collect them all after school and then decide whether to fulfill the request based on the four principles of our Yorozuya."

At this point, Karuizawa quickly raised her hand to ask:

"President, what are the four principles?"

"Good question! First, we don't do what we can't do. Second, we don't take requests from people we dislike. Third, we don't do anything that violates the basic moral bottom line of humanity. Fourth, we don't do it when we don't want to."

"In other words... whether we do it or not depends entirely on our mood?"

"Exactly! Of course, the basic difference between us and those charitable organizations is that we charge a fee for completing requests, and the price is negotiated and finalized by both parties. So, it's the legendary 'the more you work, the more you earn.'"

Although he said that, Shinjo didn't encourage doing so.

Because there is a saying: haste makes waste; the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

"In addition, some of our request forms might have the words 'Student Council' marked in the top right corner. Those requests must be completed! Remember this! Otherwise, the hard-won good life might just disappear forever."

Hearing this, the three girls nodded as if they understood, though the difficulty of the work actually depended on the content of the request.

"Of course, I won't force you to participate in the request activities. After all, I only needed you to be on the roster at first. However, if you want to participate, that's fine too. And, because I am a rather democratic person, the reward will be split equally among those who participated in the activity."

"Last but not least, since you are now employees here, you can naturally feel free to use everything in this room!"

Shintō Katsuya finished speaking, but there didn't seem to be much of a response.

I don't know if their reaction times were just a bit slow, but after about half a minute...

"Long live our President!!!"

Satō and Karuizawa suddenly jumped up; ever since that karaoke party the other day, they hadn't tasted a single snack!

Matsushita, on the other hand, appeared much more reserved: "Well then, please take care of me from now on, President."

"Ah, please do."

Suddenly, Matsushita made a face at Shintō and leaned in close to his ear to whisper:

"Hey, Shintō-kun... this should be your specialty, right?"

"To think you'd see through it... wait, don't tell me..."

Matsushita simply made a 'hush' gesture, but that counted as an admission; she was indeed not the simple girl she appeared to be.

Far from being ordinary, Matsushita's background was actually quite impressive.

Although she couldn't compare to top-tier conglomerates like Kōenji's, she was at least a wealthy young lady who could move within high society.

She hadn't met Shintō Katsuya before, but she had seen her own father drinking and chatting with a man surnamed Shintō who ran an agency, and that man was none other than Shintō Katsuya's father.