"We didn't want this either. If the underclassman originally in charge of the script hadn't suddenly quit the Drama Club... It's all that inexplicable Oolong Tea Research Club's fault. I have no idea why he was drawn to them..." President Chishima looked aggrieved as well.
Sogo Doma: "..."
Ah... this...
Utaha Kasumigaoka and Yukino Yukinoshita both looked at someone at the same time: "..."
Because the source of all this was right beside them!?
"Ahem..." Noticing their gazes, Sogo Doma quickly coughed twice. "Maybe that underclassman just really likes oolong tea. Um, even without a club member in charge of the script, couldn't you just use the original script?"
"Absolutely not..." President Chishima shook her head. "Last year, under the upperclassmen's leadership, our Drama Club was a huge success. If we fail this year, how could I possibly face the seniors who believed in me and entrusted the Drama Club to me?"
"Then use last year's script," Sogo Doma said. "Just say it's to commemorate the upperclassmen?"
"Are you joking?" Setting aside whether they had run out of ideas or not, simply putting on the same performance would be a provocation, wouldn't it?
"Ahem..." Fine, Sogo Doma had just spoken without thinking. He was anxious too, so he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. Still, that didn't stump him. "I was indeed joking. President Chishima, I believe you said the person in charge of your club's script this year was an underclassman?"
"That's right. Is there a problem?"
"No problem," Sogo Doma said. "It's just that, since the person in charge of the script this year was an underclassman, that means last year's script wasn't written by him, right?"
"Mm, the person who helped write last year's script was..."
Before President Chishima could finish, Sogo Doma interrupted,