Chapter Thirty-one: It's actually unnecessary to concentrate in a meeting
Maybe this is the rose-colored high school life, so colorful.
Folding the used handkerchief back into a small square, Aikawa Yusheng put it back on the piano stand.
"This handkerchief is given to you. There is no need to put it back. I am not used to using this kind of personal item that has been used by others."
Walking to a table in the classroom, he took out a brand new handkerchief from the drawer and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, Amamiya Chiran said.
"I'm sorry, is this personal to you, President? I thought it was specially used to clean the piano." Aikawa Yusheng scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
No wonder the aroma on it is so strong.
"It doesn't matter, I still have it." Amamiya Chiran shook her head and said it didn't matter, "To be precise, everything in the classroom in front of you is my personal belongings, including the piano."
"...Isn't this where the student union meets?" Aikawa Yusheng took the handkerchief away from the piano, and his buttocks that had just sat on the chair bounced away in an instant.
"No, this is just a place where I usually rest. I occasionally use it for small meetings. There is not even a decent long table here." Amamiya Chiran glanced at Aikawa Yusheng who was standing at a loss.
"You don't have to be so cramped. I'm not so obsessive that I don't allow others to use the piano. I just need to wipe it clean."
Although holding the handkerchief was of no use, it was inappropriate to leave it here, and it was even more inappropriate to throw it in the trash can. Aikawa Yusheng could only put it in the inner pocket of his jacket.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the door that had been opened. Aikawa Yusheng looked up. A girl wearing glasses stood at the door. She glanced at Aikawa Yusheng with some hostility, pushed up her glasses, and said to Amamiya Chiran:
"President, it's almost time to go over for the meeting."
I have the impression that I have seen it on the "List", the secretary of the student union? I forgot what it was called.
"Well, let's go, Aikawa-san." Amamiya Chiran nodded calmly, took a small stack of documents from the table, and walked out of the door first.
"Give it to me." Aikawa Yuo followed in the footsteps of Amamiya Chisome, took the document from her hand, straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen.
"By the way, when you are having a meeting, what should I, the assistant to the president, do?" Aikawa Yusheng remembered the purpose of coming here - to learn the specific work content, and asked in a low voice, his chest that was just straightened up a little more.
It's not right to say that I have forgotten, it's more like Amamiya Chiran has forgotten.
"I've gone through the basic piano knowledge I taught you today in my mind. I don't want to have to teach you again on Friday." The girl's voice was light.
"What else?" Aikawa Yusheng, who specially took out the memo on his mobile phone, asked after recording.
"Live, don't die."
"...Is the meeting going to be life-threatening?" Aikawa Yusheng asked helplessly, giving up the idea of taking serious notes.
"No."
"Then how do I die?"
"Aikawa-san, do you have any record of sudden illness? Or genetic history? I just hope you won't have this happen to you."
"......have no idea."
"If necessary, I can provide you with the opportunity to have a full physical examination free of charge. I don't want you to die because of these things, which will bother me."
"..."
Silence is tonight's cambridge. Such a sensational sentence, why does it sound so harsh in Amamiya Chiran's mouth.
"I don't think it's necessary. I'm in good health."
"Then that's all the work."
"Okay, I understand." Aikawa Yusheng, who didn't understand at all, nodded.
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Meetings are not necessarily life-threatening.
If his vision could be condensed into a knife, Aikawa Yusheng would probably have been killed countless times.
The meeting of the Student Union is attended by all members, so the meeting location is in the lecture hall on the first floor of the club building.
The president and vice president, Aikawa Yusheng, sit in the first row facing everyone.
The ministers and deputy ministers of each department sit in the first row facing the three people.
Other ordinary members of the student union sat in the back.
This makes Aikawa Yusheng, a new face, out of place. Everyone is new, and most of them are old people. Why do you just step into the position next to the president?
Aikawa Yusheng also saw the boy standing at the door inviting him to join the student union on the day of club recruitment. At this moment, his eyes were no longer as friendly as those of his colleagues at that time, and became so sharp.
If you want to sit in this position, you will have to bear the pain. Aikawa Yusheng took the paper and pen, lowered his head and tried to reduce his sense of existence - although no matter what, there was suddenly a boy next to the president who he loved and admired, which made everyone
It's hard to accept.
"Let's get started." Amamiya Chizo's calm words silenced the entire lecture hall, "According to their positions, each minister will come up to explain the semester plans and arrangements of his or her department.
Classmate Shi Qing, you come first."
"Okay, on behalf of the Department of Ethics and Discipline, I would like to explain the department's plan for this semester: adjust and improve the school's existing rules and regulations. Because some students took advantage of the ambiguity described in the school rules last semester, the specific new and improved rules are as follows:...
.....”
Amamiya Chiran held her cheek with her right hand, eyes slightly closed, and listened quietly to the minister's statement. The breeze blew her long hair on her forehead, and a few restless strands of hair ran to the corners of her mouth. The girl blew a breath to let them go.
Swinging wildly again.
With all the documents brought over in his own hands, Aikawa Yusheng decided to start the assistant work explained on the Internet: meeting minutes, and specially turned on the recording on his mobile phone.
"There is a dog hole 120 meters to the right of the south gate of the school. Some students will get in through this hole after being late. We are currently reporting it to the school and it is expected to be repaired in the coming days."
Aikawa Yusheng clicked his tongue, even if he was late, he would never get into a dog hole, but he could try climbing over the fence at the rear right of the indoor gymnasium.
This is all knowledge learned in the report.
However, he knew that he was breaking the law, and he was still a member of the student union. After being caught, would Amamiya Chiran impose the death penalty on himself - punishing himself to learn the piano for the rest of his life and then play it to her?
Forget it, if you're late, just be late, just remember your name, maybe the disciplinary committee will let you live - he looks at me now with a very kind look.
At first glance, he thinks he is a good brother.
While recording the contents of the meeting in handwriting that was so scrawled that only he could recognize it, Aikawa Yusheng was thinking about something.
A familiar rhythm came to his ears, and Aikawa Yusheng subconsciously played the beginning of "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" using the onomatopoeia word "den" in his mouth.
Wait, where did the rhythm come from?
Aikawa Yusheng raised his head, and Amamiya Chisome was still holding her cheek with her right hand, looking at the minister who was reporting, and blowing her naughty hair from time to time.
Aikawa Yusheng looked at her cold white profile and once again felt her cold charm like moonlight.
It's just that her left hand is hiding behind the triangular sign that says 'Student Council President: Chizo Amamiya', and is now using the tabletop as a keyboard, 'playing' music.
Damn it, he looks like a deadbeat president.
As a partner of justice, Aikawa Yusheng naturally couldn't tolerate it. He touched Amamiya Chiran's arm with his elbow and asked righteously:
"President, did you hit the wrong beat on the fourth beat?"