After the little disturbance stirred up by those three idiots died down, a semblance of peace returned to the Student Council office.
Greg breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thinking he could finally curl up in the corner and catch up on his desperately inadequate sleep.
He shifted into a position that barely passed for comfortable on the hard wooden chair. His eyelids began to droop heavily, and his consciousness drifted toward a hazy slumber...
But just as he was about to sink into darkness, a faint prickling at the back of his neck-the instinctive warning of danger-struck without warning.
Most of Greg's drowsiness vanished in an instant.
He slowly lifted his eyelids and looked toward the source of that icy gaze-
Greg: "..."
The moment their eyes met, the last shred of hope in his heart shattered.
Just as I thought.
The owner of that gaze, as icy as a polar current, was none other than the blue-haired princess sitting upright in the president's seat-Vivian.
Her head was tilted slightly, her ice-blue eyes fixed directly on his corner.
Greg understood at once.
What had happened earlier hadn't been special treatment for him.
She simply... disliked anyone openly defying the rules and order she upheld right in front of her.
Equal treatment for all. No exceptions, no favoritism.
Tch. That's certainly her style.
Just as Vivian's icy stare began to make Greg's scalp prickle, and he seriously considered admitting defeat, sitting up straight, and pretending to admire the scenery-
"P-President!"
A distinctly nervous voice suddenly rang out in the quiet room, breaking the silent stalemate between Greg and Vivian.
Yelina, who had been surrounded by the girls and blushing over their gossip only moments earlier, had somehow broken free of their circle. Like a startled but brave little deer, she