Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

"Um, probably, maybe, possibly... there might be?"

Shido Kuroba sat in the clubroom, his face showing a very guilty expression.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi sat opposite her, holding the test paper she had just finished grading. Upon hearing this, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Shido Kuroba's forehead began to sweat.

wrong.

Why is it so hot?

The club room had the air conditioning on and the windows closed, and the sun was almost setting outside, so it shouldn't be this hot.

He reached for the air conditioner remote control next to him and glanced down at it.

Sixteen degrees.

What!

It's sixteen degrees?

Are you kidding me!

You mean I'm sweating when facing an opponent like the Minister?

I will never admit to something like that!!!

Nami Luna!!!

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him calmly.

Are you hot?

Shido Kuroba froze for a moment and immediately put the remote control back.

"No, Minister, I just feel that the clubroom needs a cool and refreshing learning atmosphere."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki glanced at the remote control.

"Sixteen degrees is already quite cool."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Her statement didn't sound like she was talking about air conditioning.

It's as if he's saying the temperature of his life is almost at zero.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him again.

What are you going to do this weekend?

Kuroba Shido's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

They arrived as expected.

The minister wouldn't ask about weekend plans for no reason. Such questions may seem like expressions of concern, but they are actually likely an extension of an investigation into club activities.

She absolutely must not find out.

This weekend, I'm going to play pinball with Yamamoto Senjin and Ito Fusei, then have a blast at the Gala Wood store, and finally have free samples of snacks at the supermarket for dinner—this ingenious activity is something they absolutely mustn't know about.

Because if Miyazaki Kiyoshi finds out about this plan, the consequences will be very serious.

You might ask whether pinball arcades meet the standards for healthy activities for student club members...

The answer is obvious: it definitely doesn't fit. They might just find an excuse and reward you with another grueling test paper feast!

They might also ask Gala if letting the wood shop play freely is an act of escapism, and then use that as an anchor point to subject him to repeated verbal bombardment and mental humiliation...

Words like "pervert" and "gloomy," which would normally only be used on a certain evil rice ball-head, are all applied to him, a normal person and a handsome boy from Tokyo!

Another question might be whether using free supermarket samples for dinner constitutes a systematic exploitation of the merchant's goodwill.

He was subjected to ongoing trials... though he didn't really care about such things.

However, there's a high chance that the petty minister will find an opportunity or excuse to reward him with a hefty feast of exam papers...

That won't work either...

After a frenzied mental whirlwind, Shido Kuroba's expression became much more handsome, radiating confidence as he spoke.

"Minister, on weekends I may participate in some very ordinary, healthy, and college-class-like off-campus activities."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

Shido Kuroba added, "For example, experiencing urban culture, observing the socio-economic situation, and studying the impact of the modern entertainment industry on the psychological state of young people."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "Playing marbles."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "Garagi-ki-ten (a type of wood shop)."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "I sampled free snacks at the supermarket for dinner."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

So sinister?

Hey planner, I know you're watching, hurry up and cut the price!

Miyazaki Kiyoshi placed the exam paper on the table, his tone calm.

"Your expression clearly shows."

Kuroba Shido stared at her.

"Your Excellency, I now strongly suspect that you are violating my weekend human rights."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not respond to that sentence.

She simply gave her judgment naturally.

"As the head of the club, I disagree with your weekend plans."

Shido Kuroba immediately sat up straight.

"protest!"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

"Can."

Kuroba Shido was stunned. What? It really works? Did he misunderstand the club president before? Actually, the club president is not the kind of petty, evil club president who would put crazy pressure on the members for his own selfish desires. Instead, he is a good club president who cares about the members and is a club president who cares about the people.

Masaka!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki continued, "I respect the opinions of the members. You can protest, or you can choose to do so."

Kuroba Shido suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki picked up the folder on the table and slowly opened it.

"First, I won't go; I'll participate in club activities on the weekend."

Kuroba Shido's lips twitched.

Club activities?

weekend?

What kind of evil combination of words is this?

Kiyoshi Miyazaki pulled out another stack of papers from the folder.

"Second, go."

Kuroba Shido's eyes lit up.

Before he could even speak, Miyazaki Kiyoshi had already placed the stack of papers in front of him.

"But you need to finish these tests today and complete all the supplementary materials collected on the USB drive."

Kuroba Shido lowered his head.

The stack of exam papers wasn't tall.

But it's definitely not thin.

When it was placed on the table, it even made a very dull sound.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi then took a small USB flash drive from the drawer and placed it next to the exam paper.

"It's in electronic format."

Kuroba Shido looked at the USB drive, and his eyes suddenly cleared. If nothing unexpected happened, there must be at least 1 GB of data in it.

A 1GB test paper with essay questions... Holy crap!

Kuroba Shido instantly understood the current situation and his own predicament.

Is this a choice?

This is not a choice.

The minister placed a door and a coffin in front of him, and then very respectfully asked him which way he wanted to exit.

Kuroba Shido remained silent for a moment, then slowly picked up his phone.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not stop him.

She simply stood quietly beside him and watched.

She didn't even sit back down.

She stood there to his right, her gaze fixed on his phone screen, her presence both calm and intense.

Kuroba Shido opened the chat box.

In their group chat, Yamamoto Shinji and Ito Fusei were still discussing which Gala wood shop would offer the best value for money this weekend.

Yamamoto: "I checked. The store behind the station just got a new batch of machines. They say there are hidden corners that are perfect for experts like us."

Ito Fusei: "You said the same thing last time, and after half an hour of trying, you only managed to pull out a plastic tag."

Yamamoto Shinjin: "That's a problem with the machine, not with my skills."

Ito Fusei: "The machine has always had problems, but your technique has never been a problem."

Kuroba Shido stared at the chat history, a faint sense of sadness rising in his heart.

What a wonderful weekend.

Playing marbles.

Gala Gemu.

The supermarket offers free samples.

The three brothers challenged Tokyo's entertainment industry limits with a minimal budget.

pity.

Life is like this.

Just when you think you're about to embrace happiness, it sends a Kiyoshi Miyazaki standing by your side, holding a stack of test papers and a USB drive.

Kuroba Shido lowered his head and typed.

"I'm not going this weekend."

send.

Ding dong.

Meanwhile, near the school gate, Yamamoto Shinji and Ito Fusei received the news at the same time.

Yamamoto was standing next to the vending machine, holding a drink he had just bought. He glanced down at it and a question mark immediately appeared above his head.

"Shido said he's not going this weekend?"

Ito Fusei also saw the message, and his expression was subtle.

Yamamoto immediately started typing.

"Why?!"

Kuroba Shido replied quickly.

Something came up unexpectedly.

The ancestors of Yamamoto did not understand.

I don't understand at all.

He stood by the roadside, as if he had heard something that defied common sense.

"What could be more important than Galaguer?"

Ito Fusei stared at the screen without speaking immediately.

A few seconds later, as if he had thought of something, he slowly started typing.

"Is it because of Miss Miyazaki?"

In the club room.

Kuroba Shido's eyelids twitched violently as he read those words... Damn it, don't say it out loud if you know!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki was right next to him.

Standing.

Not moving at all.

I watched him send messages quietly.

Who dares to say that?

Kuroba Shido looked up at Miyazaki Kiyoshi, who was also looking at him with no change in expression.

He lowered his head and typed two words with very firm fingers.

"no."

send.

After typing those two words, Shido Kuroba breathed a slight sigh of relief.

That's called being prudent.

To avoid involving the minister, to prevent provoking him, and to prevent the group of friends from escalating further into danger... Well, actually, if the petty minister does something even more irrational, we should reward him with a few sets of test papers or something.

The defeat CGs that will be unlocked then will be absolutely awful!

A few seconds later.

Ito Fusei replied.

That's it.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Miyazaki Kiyokazu looked at Kuroba Shido calmly, his gaze gradually turning dangerous.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."