The weather was quite clear, and a breeze occasionally blew under the azure sky, rustling the giant banner prepared by the Calligraphy Club for the "Goda Festival."

In the gymnasium, the Dance Stick Department in their gymnastics outfits performed on the stage while the Wind Instrument Club prepared backstage.

The Wind Instrument Club had over a hundred members, but this time only eighty performed, conducted by Minister Ayane Kumi.

"Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

The girls, holding various instruments, whispered among themselves.

"It's about Yuzao taking over as the next Minister."

"The trombone section's Yuzao Haomei?"

"There's only one person with the surname Yuzao in the Wind Instrument Club!"

"Why should she be the next Minister?"

"Are you talking about that rumor?"

"Rumor? So it's not confirmed yet?"

"I heard from the third-year seniors that Ayane is still considering."

"Why her?"

"They say that after Ayane visited the Human Observation Department, she started considering Yuzao."

"The Human Observation Department? Could it be Kiyono's suggestion?"

"No," a girl holding a flute lowered her voice, "It's Mr. Dubian."

"No way?!"

"Right! Aren't their relations not so good? Yuzao often speaks ill of Mr. Dubian!"

"Speaking of which, isn't it too early to think about the next Minister? We still have the national competition."

"After the Cultural Festival, the third-years from other clubs will retire; maybe that's why our Minister is considering it early."

The best way to keep a secret is not to tell anyone, yet the news quickly reached the trombone section where Yuzao Haomei was.

Girls from the Wind Instrument Club who were close to Yuzao Haomei secretly asked her about the truth of the matter.

Yuzao Haomei was clueless; Dubian Che hadn't spoken to her, and Ayane Kumi hadn't called her for a talk.

"Welcome to the Wind Instrument Club's performance, last month we qualified for the national competition; next month, we will try to bring back good news from Nagoya."

After the performance, Yuzao Haomei found an excuse to split from her friends and headed alone to class 2-4.

She just wanted to have a few words with Dubian Che, but couldn't even get in.

In front of the class 4 room, a long line had formed, and inside, to give guests a comfortable dining environment, the number of people entering and exiting was limited, and curtains were drawn over the glass, blocking the outside view.

She hesitated between waiting and not waiting.

"Haomei?"

Yuzao Haomei looked over; it was a boy from her class.

"Are you here to eat too? Should I give you my spot?"

"No need."

After refusing the boy's offer, Yuzao Haomei went to the end of the line.

'I'll just treat it as lunch.' She put on her headphones and passed the time listening to a skillful school's music performance.

Finally, it was her turn. As soon as she entered, she heard a familiar voice.

"Inadequate hosting!"

She turned up the corner of her mouth and headed for the podium.

"Welcome... Huh? Haomei!" Ichiki Aoi greeted her cheerfully.

"Aoi," Yuzao Haomei took off one headphone, "are you the cashier?"

Ichiki Aoi struggled to lift up a tin box originally used for cookies: "See? It's all money!"

"There are a lot of customers."

"It's thanks to Mr. Dubian. Do you want fried rice? As a friend, I can give you half off~"

"No! Fried noodles!"

Sitting at a freshly cleaned spot, Yuzao Haomei looked towards the cooking area at Dubian Che and realized she had lined up in vain.

With so many people, how could she talk to him?

"Customer, your fried noodles and barley tea."

"Thank you." Yuzao Haomei looked at the classmate in front of her dressed as a maid, feigning elegance, and her face showed undisguised disdain.

"It's noon, time to switch shifts!"

"Thanks for the hard work!"

A group of new students entered the cooking area, taking over for Dubian Che and the others who had been busy all morning.

"No, I haven't even had Mr. Dubian's fried rice!"

"It was my turn!"

"Sorry, please come again tomorrow afternoon!"

Watching Dubian Che untie his apron and prepare to leave the classroom with Ichiki Aoi, the fried noodles didn't taste good to Yuzao Haomei anymore; she hurriedly followed them out.

After leaving the classroom, she caught up with the two in the hallway.

"Haomei?" Ichiki Aoi looked puzzled at her, who should have been dining.

"Aoi, can you let me talk to Dubian alone for a minute?" Yuzao Haomei requested.

"Of course." After that, Ichiki Aoi turned to Dubian Che and said, "Mr. Dubian, I'll go first."

Watching Ichiki Aoi walk away, Dubian Che asked Yuzao Haomei, "What do you need? If it's about borrowing money, you have to write an IOU."

"Who wants to borrow money!" Yuzao Haomei retorted instinctively, then glanced around, "Follow me."

To avoid the crowds everywhere, Dubian Che followed Yuzao Haomei to the stairwell leading to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

The door to the rooftop was locked with a rusty iron lock.

Unlike the scenes that often appear in anime where you eat lunch on the rooftop, in reality, the rooftop isn't a comfortable place.

It's hot in summer, cold in winter, and the key thing is the school doesn't open it to students.

Other than students who want to secretly do bad things at school, no one goes to such a place, let alone striking a pose of 'resting with hands behind their heads, lying on the dirty ground.'

"What's your plan? Why recommend me for Minister?" Yuzao Haomei questioned.

"Because you're talented."

"Do you mean working hard in practice to join Group A, or being at the bottom academically and having to take summer remedial classes?" Yuzao Haomei's face got up close, her finger jabbing Dubian Che's chest.

Dubian Che leaned back slightly to avoid physical contact.

"There are people below; make a scene and I'll call for help," he said.

Yuzao Haomei was not flustered and undid the button on her chest, turning the tables and threatening:

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