Tennis Skirt
"That damned Makoto! He actually made me lose seven times in a row!"
Nakano Nino thought to herself with great shame.
At this time, Utaha was also the person who shared the same thoughts as her.
She never expected to be so bold in front of another girl.
This shame is just like the shame she felt when she exposed her rope bondage fantasies to Yukino.
"Quiet down, everyone!"
As the teachers arrived one by one, the students who had been whispering to each other immediately fell silent.
Standing in the crowd, Fushimi Makoto watched the principal slowly walk onto the stage. He was lost in thought when his senses suddenly caught two familiar scents.
He subconsciously turned around and, sure enough, saw those two mature and beautiful figures at the entrance of the stadium— Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sawamura Sayuri.
He was somewhat surprised by their sudden arrival, but then he thought that they must have learned about today's events from their respective daughters, so it was normal for them to take the time to come.
The principal on the stage was speaking at a leisurely pace. He first talked about the upcoming national mock exams, and then casually mentioned the sports festival.
The applause from the audience was sporadic, clearly indicating that no one wanted to hear this.
Until the principal chuckled and said, "Now, let's Fushimi Makoto to the stage for his speech. You probably don't need me to introduce him, right? He's been making headlines and gossip at school these past few months."
This time, the applause immediately became more enthusiastic.
They enjoy hearing news about Fushimi Makoto, whether it's news or gossip.
Everyone enjoys watching the drama unfold; no one can resist that.
Under everyone's gaze, Fushimi Makoto stepped onto the stage, a position from which he could clearly see the faces of everyone below.
The first row contains teachers like Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu.
He could even clearly see the expressions on the two beautiful women behind him.
Fushimi Makoto didn't seem nervous at all. He first exchanged a glance with the two beautiful figures, then naturally smiled and said, "Actually, I didn't want to come and give a speech. Those who know me know that I prefer to slack off..."
He shrugged helplessly, "But there's nothing I can do. The principal lost to me repeatedly in a game of chess yesterday, and in his frustration, he decided to force me to come and give this speech."
"Oh~"
A burst of laughter and jeers erupted from the audience.
Fushimi Makoto pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, which everyone assumed was his speech, but he suddenly started stammering, "This, that..."
This scene left everyone looking puzzled.
"Could there be a problem with the speech?" Sawamura Sayuri couldn't help but get excited; she was really looking forward to Fushimi Makoto make a fool of himself.
Mrs. Yukinoshita calmly replied, "He's pretending to be stupid."
"Hmm? How can you be so sure?"
"Because I'm familiar with it... it's nothing."
Mrs. Yukinoshita quickly shut her mouth.
She wanted to say that she knew all too well how awful that guy was.
But she was afraid her best friend would ask her questions.
She's still angry about what happened that night.
She was angry not only at Fushimi Makoto's wickedness, but also at her best friend's thieving behavior.
Yukino in the crowd, remained calm; she too had guessed that Fushimi Makoto was acting.
The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Fushimi Makoto tossed a blank sheet of paper around and said, "I told you long ago that there was no need to prepare a speech. It's such a hassle."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held up what he called a speech manuscript to show everyone, and then everyone realized that it was just a blank sheet of paper without a single word on it.
A round of applause erupted from the audience, accompanied by various bursts of laughter.
"As expected of Fushimi, he can still pull off abstract art even in such a formal setting," Aota, who was on good terms with Fushimi Makoto, laughed heartily.
Hayato Hayama, standing nearby, laughed, "This isn't abstract; he's just treating this place like a stand-up comedy show."
"Oh, so it seems he has a talent for being a comedian?"
I think it's okay.
Once everyone quieted down, Fushimi Makoto grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "I can probably guess what you want to hear. It's nothing more than those weird CP (couple) comments online, or you're curious about the fun things that happened during filming, right?"
"Yes! And also, I ship you and Yukinoshita!"
"I'm on your side and Ichika's side!"
"I think it's not a bad idea for you and Hayato Hayama to be together."
"Holy crap, Nan Tong is here too!"
"..."
As the atmosphere heated up, Fushimi Makoto raised his hand to quiet everyone down. "Whether you believe it or not, I actually have no interest in filming. The reason I'm leading everyone in this short film is purely because I want to be in the spotlight."
The laughter below grew even louder.
If Fushimi Makoto hadn't said those things, some people at school would have been jealous and speculated that he just wanted to show off.
But now that he's directly "making fun of himself," those voices have completely disappeared.
"I suddenly realized that he seems quite suitable to run for Student Council," the principal said with a smile from a short distance away.
The leader beside him paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You know what, his temperament and mindset are very suitable for that position. Most importantly, he's very popular."
Chapter 315 Tennis Skirt
The once quiet gymnasium gradually became lively as Fushimi Makoto started talking.
Even those students who hadn't slept well the night before stopped daydreaming and looked at Fushimi Makoto on stage with expressions that said, "I want to see what's going on."
"Alright, enough joking around, let's get down to business."
Fushimi Makoto suddenly adopted a serious tone.
Is the big one coming?
Many people in the audience perked up, thinking that Fushimi Makoto was finally going to respond to those shipping comments.
Hiratsuka Shizuka recalled Fushimi Makoto had said in the principal's office that day, "I'm planning to give the students some perks."
She felt that Fushimi Makoto's sudden seriousness most likely meant he was going to say this.
Under everyone's concerned gaze, Fushimi Makoto casually glanced at his classmates. "Recently, I've been giving a friend extra lessons... well, you could call it tutoring her."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed slightly, feeling inexplicably happy when he mentioned her.
Fushimi Makoto continued, "Because she's recently become very diligent in her studies, sometimes she doesn't even have time for lunch, so I specially packed her a bento box."
"Oh~ He delivers lunchboxes to girls every day!" Some classmates chuckled knowingly.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face grew even rosier.
She was inwardly embarrassed and annoyed: Why did Fushimi have to tell everyone about this? Does he want to ask me out again? I will never agree to that again!
"Don't laugh, everyone. I know you've misunderstood. What I'm trying to say is that I've been observing students on my lunch delivery route lately, and I've noticed that some students at school aren't financially well-off. Perhaps because their elders are too busy, they don't have lunchboxes and can only afford cheap bread for lunch..."
As soon as Fushimi Makoto finished speaking, the students who had been laughing immediately stopped, their faces replaced by expressions of astonishment.
Some people sympathized with the students from disadvantaged backgrounds, while others wondered why Fushimi Makoto was saying this.
This includes Yukino and the others.
Even though they knew Fushimi Makoto quite well, they couldn't guess what he was thinking at this moment.
It wasn't until Fushimi Makoto revealed the answer himself, "Because the headmaster forced me to give this speech, he gave me a promise..."
He paused deliberately, looking at the group of curious faces below. "What do you all think of the prices of the food in our cafeteria?"
"A bit expensive!"
"I think it's alright, it's just that sometimes a lot of the dishes aren't very tasty."
My assessment is: it's better to eat bread.
Fushimi Makoto immediately turned to the surprised-looking principal and smiled, "Principal, did you hear that? Shouldn't we start from this point? At the very least, we should help everyone improve their meals."
The principal paused for a moment, then immediately made a decision. "No problem. I will work hard in this area to try to ensure everyone eats better while saving as much money as possible."
The students below immediately cheered.
"So that's what he planned all along? He really stole the show today," Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but laugh.
Matsukaze Mayu covered her mouth and chuckled, "I suspect he's had this idea before, but just hasn't had the chance."
Hiratsuka Shizuka paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "You know, given his habit of thinking long-term, it's not impossible that possibility exists."
The five Nakano Family sisters were also cheering; they were also members of the "No-Lunch Association".
Besides, their palates had long been spoiled by Nino's superb cooking skills. Although it wasn't that they couldn't eat the cafeteria food, they could always eat better food when they went home. With that comparison, they naturally felt a headache coming on.
Yukino smiled, and when Fushimi Makoto's gaze swept over her, she subtly nodded her chin at him, indicating her approval.
She admired Fushimi Makoto's behavior, or rather, she was happy that he could consider so many things. At least she herself had never thought about it in this way, nor had she ever observed it.
Once the cheers in the stadium subsided a bit, Fushimi Makoto smiled and said, "Alright, I've said what I needed to say. I know you've all been eager to corner me and interrogate me thoroughly. So, since we still have a little time, please raise your hands to ask questions."
As soon as these words were spoken, the cheers in the venue quickly amplified, and the excitement on the faces of the students could no longer be contained.
"Is this even possible?" A leader standing next to the principal was stunned.
The principal chuckled, "Let him be, everyone likes it this way anyway."
You really spoil him!
The leaders exchanged glances and remained silent in tacit agreement.
Fushimi Makoto randomly pointed to a male classmate, whose face flushed red with excitement. "Fushimi-kun, I saw a video online the other day, and I saw someone in the comments saying that you taught seven bullies a lesson with your bare hands. Is that true?"
"It's fake. I only took down two of them; I didn't dare to touch the other five."
Upon receiving this answer, the students in the audience were not disappointed; on the contrary, they became even more excited.
Next, a long-haired girl asked, "Fushimi-kun, what do you think of the recent study craze that's sweeping our school?"
Fushimi Makoto: "Of course I'll just sit and watch... Just kidding. I think it's great this way. It would be even better if everyone could participate and improve together."
The girl laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid someone will surpass you and become the new number one in the grade? You know, just a few of my friends admire you a lot. Now that you've said that, they might even start thinking about surpassing you."
Fushimi Makoto pondered, "Admiration creates distance, and surpassing it requires the determination to become mortal enemies. Does that mean I'm going to become the public enemy of the entire school?"
The crowd burst into laughter again.
Then all sorts of questions arose, and Fushimi Makoto answered each one as he had been told.
Of course, when it came to questions about shipping (CP) comments, he would always pull out his usual all-purpose answer, "I have the following points to make regarding this matter, but we don't have much time today, so I'll try to keep it brief..."
Under his monologue, which sounded like a Buddhist monk reciting scriptures, the students who wanted to hear the gossip got a headache from listening, and finally sat back down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The speech finally ended, but Fushimi Makoto didn't return to the group; instead, he cleverly slipped away.
Because he sensed that many students still wanted to "interrogate" him, he knew that as long as he stayed by the principal's side, the students wouldn't dare to approach him.
That noon, Fushimi Makoto Eriri Spencer Sawamura tutored Eriri as usual, but this time, before Nino Divine Power even took effect, a large group of students spontaneously returned to the classroom to start doing practice problems.
"I've finally managed to stir up the winds of involution."
Fushimi Makoto.
After school, in the club room, Fushimi Makoto listened to Nakano Yotsuba talking about the sports festival, saying that she might be participating in several events.
At first, Fushimi Makoto thought she was helping out again out of kindness, but after asking her more carefully, he learned that she was doing it voluntarily this time.
"I want to improve too." Nakano Yotsuba raised her little fist and looked at Fushimi Makoto with admiration.
"Why are you staring at me if you want to improve?" Fushimi Makoto asked.
Nakano Nino's voice came from the side. "Many classmates are studying diligently today because of your speech. Everyone thinks you are right, and it's never a bad thing to keep improving."
Nakano Yotsuba nodded vigorously. "Fushimi, are you going to participate in the sports festival too? If so, we can fight side by side again."
Everyone else's eyes immediately fell on Fushimi Makoto.
"I wasn't really interested in participating at first, but since you said so, as your most reliable comrade-in-arms, I've decided to go up and have some fun." Fushimi Makoto smiled.
"Just playing around? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" Nakano Ichika joked.