Ryuji was slightly surprised, nodded and said, "Of course."
"Really." Eriri's tone seemed very happy, but she lowered her head so that her expression could not be seen.
"In this case, it is not impossible to help a little." Eriri snorted softly and said arrogantly.
Ryuji smiled "Then I'll trouble you."
...
"My dear friend, help me again."
Several black lines appeared on Ryuji's forehead, and he tried not to grab Tomoya by the collar, "This is your club, why do you want me to do everything!"
Tomoya also looked away guiltily, "I also experienced various difficulties."
"To be specific." Ryuji was not fooled and asked coldly.
"Actually my image among the Sensei is somewhat flawed." Tomoya also explained the reason with embarrassment.
After all, he had indeed committed several 'earth-shattering' events since he entered school, and the other class teachers were about to tear him to pieces.
"No way, Hiratsuka Sensei doesn't want someone like that." Ryuuji was surprised.
"Actually, it's because of 'Looking at my High School Life Review.'
A few days ago, Hiratsuka commissioned a composition titled 'My High School Life Review'. Since Ryuuji was a transfer student, this task was excluded.
The corners of Ryuji's mouth twitched, "Could it be that you are blowing anime stuff?"
Tomoya also shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I did recommend some good works to Sensei in that article."
Ryuji covered his face, this guy is hopeless!
"Thus, if I go look for her now, I will definitely be given the 'Iron Fist of Love'. If you see Hiratsuka Sensei there, that will be Hikigaya's destiny!"
Ryuji followed Tomoya's gaze and saw a man lying on the table with his hands on his stomach, looking in a lot of pain!
Tomoya also hugged Ryuji's thigh, "My best friend, you won't just watch me die, will you?"
Ryuji nodded, looked at Tomoya with gratitude, then dragged him to Hiratsuka's office.
Hiratsuka was the only person in the office, currently she was holding a cigarette in one hand and looking at the composition in front of her with the other.
Just then there was a knock on the office door, and Ryuji entered with Tomoya.
Upon seeing Ryuji and Tomoya, Hiratsuka was taken aback for a moment, then showed a 'good' smile, took out the cigarette butt in her hand, and said, "Hey, Aki, I just wanted to call you!"
"This, this..." Tomoya was breaking out in cold sweat, not daring to look directly at Hiratsuka.
Hiratsuka slapped the composition on the table and said, "I want you to look back on your high school life, not to write about your impressions of watching anime!"
"And it's okay if you recommend anime to me, why are they all love stories!"
It was clear that Hiratsuka was also a remnant woman who was about to enter her third year and had not yet entered into a relationship, she was pain seeing affection the most.
"Take it back for me and rewrite it!"
Hiratsuka returned the composition to Tomoya, and at the same time gave him the 'Iron Fist of Love'.
Tomoya also came out of the office clutching his stomach, and handed Ryuji the club application form as he walked by.
"My dear friend, I will leave it to you next time." Tomoya showed a painful expression.
Ryuji looked at the application form in his hand, and sighed, should he submit it in the end?
"Hyakki, what's wrong with you?" Hiratsuka opened a can of coffee with a happy expression.
"That's right, we want to set up a club." Ryuji handed over the application form.
Hiratsuka looked at him, frowned, and said: "You should know the rules, a club can only be founded with more than five people."
The only members of the club today are Hyakki Ryuji, Aki Tomoya, Kato Megumi, and Sawamura Eriri.
"That's all, then I'll add another person." Ryuji had almost forgotten this rule, the application form was given to him by Tomoya, and he had not had time to read it.
But it's not a big deal, just add Mashiro's name, it's just a name.
"Are you planning to take an opening in front of Sensei?" Hiratsuka snatched up the application form with a smug expression on her face.
"Sensei, you should close your eyes and close your eyes for now." Ryuji spread his arms and said.
He had no idea how many clubs had been set up this way in Japanese rural schools. It was enough to recruit a few people to make up the number of people, and just stop once the club was established.
"Really." Hiratsuka showed a sly smile, "But I'm the responsible Sensei, so I'm the one who has the final say on this application form."
Ryuji frowned, listening to Hiratsuka's words, it looked like she was threatening him.
"What exactly is Sensei trying to say?"
Hiratsuka spread her arms and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want you to help me."
"Let me know."
"I want to ask you to join the club." Hiratsuka suddenly said seriously.
Ryuji was confused, "What club is that?"
"The club that only has ministers, the service club." Hiratsuka explained, "This club is quite special. After all, there was only one person when it was founded, and I gave it special approval."
So that's a backdoor through your place! Ryuji was embarrassed, was such a principal really fine?
"What is this club doing? Listening to his name, I always feel it is full of support," Ryuji complained.