At the end of October, the ginkgo leaves on the slope at the entrance of the college are either dancing lightly or gathering in piles.

Wearing a suit and uniform and walking on the golden uphill road, reaching out to block the bright sun in the sky, Kambara weighed the schoolbag on his shoulder and looked at the college gate above the slope.

Straight white shirts without any wrinkles, neatly styled Western-style school uniforms, fluttering pleated skirts, or annoying trousers that are tangled around the feet. The students around are heading towards the door.

This is high school.

The legendary gathering place for the most magnificent period of life.

Youth, struggle, passion, and hard work can all be reflected in this period of time. Whenever I become an adult and enter the society, I will always recall the precious scenes I encountered in these three years...clubs, teachers, and classmates.

, or maybe you have a crush on your favorite female classmate.

Fireworks in summer, visiting shrines in the New Year, traveling during the holidays, and the sweet and dreamy time spent with my first love.

Kanbaru Raku also looked forward to that scene.

Sit together with a beautiful girl you like, chatting about daily things, or writing the same homework at the same time. On the rooftop, in a family restaurant, in front of a bench in a convenience store... holding hands, talking to each other

Feed some snacks, feel each other's presence and smile happily.

All in all, high school is synonymous with youth.

This memory is more profound than that in elementary school and more special than that in college.

For me when I grow up, this is definitely a time worth remembering.

But now, Kambara is at a loss.

Because of the cultural festival in November, it started to be officially implemented.

"Hmm."

As the homeroom teacher of their fourth class and a professional female teacher, Miyasaka Keiko tapped the corner of her book on the podium to signal everyone in the class to stay quiet during the morning meeting.

"This is the situation. So, do you have any good suggestions for the activities carried out by our class? Feel free to speak out."

Under this situation, compared to the general silence in other classes, Kambara found that everyone in his class was particularly active.

"Haunted house!" A girl raised her hand.

"Pillow fight!" A boy raised his hand.

“Snack bar!

”

“Maid Cafe!

”

One or two then raised their hands to find out.

For a moment, due to everyone's overly enthusiastic performance, Keiko Miyasaka signaled for silence, but there was an obvious look of embarrassment on her face.

"Okay, okay, be quiet——"

After everyone became quieter, Miyasaka Keiko looked at everyone again and said:

"Let's do it this way. Currently, you all have different requirements. There are really too many. We certainly can't handle them all in one class. How about we vote on a few of the activities with the highest voices?"

Everyone agreed with the teacher's suggestion.

Kanbaru Raku held his face in the window seat at the end and looked at the four options chosen by everyone in the class.

Japanese fried noodle shop.

Maid Cafe.

Haunted house.

Animation fan exhibition.

......

What, isn’t it just the four classic choices?

After a series of heated discussions, even Mr. Miyasaka brought his Chinese class to share and vote with everyone.

In the end, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the maid cafe and anime fan exhibition.

Reality is amazing.

The boys kept calling Maid Cafe! Maid Cafe!

The girls kept shouting Anime Fan Exhibition! Anime Fan Exhibition!

They argued fiercely and spit flew.

It was so noisy.

Girls accuse boys of being a bunch of lechers who open maid cafes just to see their girls in maid outfits.

Boys accuse girls of being a bunch of lechers too, and opening anime fan exhibitions is just to facilitate the sale of their erotic photo albums.

The situation got out of hand.

From the window seat at the back of the classroom, Kanbaru Raku could be said to have watched a Hollywood-level war drama.

Let’s fight, let’s fight!

——Why do you have this idea?

Strange.

"But this is youth."

By the way, I would like to explain that in the so-called anime fan exhibition, in addition to general cosplay, you can also take out your own comics, albums, and small items and sell them at a stall in the class. The income will be yours.

The students of Mingde Elementary School are generally not short of money. Sometimes, don't look down on the things the girls put up for sale, they are all very valuable.

The debate came to an end and it was finally the turn of voting.

Start voting from the first student on the right side of the door.

Kanbaru Raku is the last one.

Under everyone's attention, Kanbaru folded the note in his hand and put it into the cardboard box that Mr. Miyasaka placed on the desk.

The statistical results are out.

As Kambaraku expected, the boy won the election.

The event held during the cultural festival was decided to be a maid cafe.

Who told them that Class 4 has more boys?

Compared to the boys who are happy, the girls are unhappy.

Because they are the ones wearing maid uniforms in the maid cafe! They are also the ones who work hard!

"Miyasaka-sensei!"

"Oh? Do you have any opinions, Himeno-san?"

"Because there are many female students in the music club in our class, and they will participate in the music club's club performances, there is a high probability that there will be insufficient manpower during the activities. I suggest that the boys can also wear maid outfits when necessary.

Receive the guests."

Himeno stood up and put her hands on the table, looking down at the group of boys who were obviously stunned from a condescending perspective.

There was an uproar.

What a sinister move.

Kanbaru, who was eating melon alone in the corner of the classroom, shook his head silently.

Speaking of Miyasaka-sensei’s character, she would never agree to such an outrageous setting as letting boys wear maid uniforms.

"Okay." Keiko Miyasaka said to everyone with a smile on the podium.

"yes!

”

"No way——"

Contrary to the girls' voices of success, there were the boys' wails and protests.

Even Kambara raised his head in confusion.

Wait, why did Mr. Miyasaka agree to such an outrageous setting?

"But you still need to discuss the specific implementation. The teacher will not force anything. Boys want to see girls wearing maid outfits, and conversely, girls want to see boys wearing maid outfits... maybe... that's okay too?"

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Teacher Miyasaka smiled and said very ambiguously, "The specific situation depends on your own decision. The teacher will not interfere too much with you during the cultural festival."

Hmm.

To sum up, what Mr. Miyasaka means is that she cannot decide whether boys wear maid uniforms or not.

Let the students discuss it themselves.
To be continued...