"Principal Cyra..."
Baimu had a bellyful of complaints, but in the end, they all turned into one question. "What exactly do you usually do at school?"
Cyra froze. "Me? I'm not usually at school much."
"...What?"
"Hahaha! Our school advocates freedom and following one's heart! Anything the students can handle themselves is left to the students!"
The old man laughed proudly.
Lacey, who had somehow come over beside them, complained, "It's because you're always dumping everything on others that the League Club has become so chaotic!"
She crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. "I don't think that's good!"
Nope, absolutely not!
"Hahaha! Is it really that chaotic? I think it's quite nice."
Cyra chuckled. "The most profound growth comes from relying on one's own strength to overcome hardship."
But your students were creating hardships for other people...
Baimu found Cyra's educational philosophy difficult to comment on.
As if he could see what Baimu was thinking, Cyra quietly said, "Of course, if the students encounter problems they can't solve, the teachers will step in. Blueberry Academy has a great many surveillance cameras."
"I think you should put a little more care into it."
He said no more, because Kieran and Carmine had arrived.
Though Kieran was both League Club President and Blueberry Champion, he clearly was not very popular. After he appeared, few students cheered for him.
In contrast, cheers erupted throughout the entire arena for Baimu before he had even greeted anyone.
Neither the crashing waves nor the low murmur of the sea breeze could drown out their enthusiasm.
The two stared at each other across more than half the field.
The instant their gazes met, Kieran quickly looked away, only to snap his head back moments later.
He saw Pecharunt clinging to Baimu. His eyes widened, and