The bell rang promptly at three in the afternoon, resonating within the campus.
The Old Literature Building of the Magic Engineering College, an ancient little edifice under the afternoon sun, looked solemn and authoritative. The ivy climbing up the walls was like a chronicle marking the passing of time, documenting the changes over the years.
The third floor, student council room.
A breeze blew in through the window, carrying with it a refreshing scent. Inside the room, there was a faint scent of tea. On the side table sat freshly brewed flower tea. The leaves floated languidly in the cup, dancing on the water's surface.
Three student council members sat on the sofa in the relaxation area, engaged in idle chatter, utterly at ease.
When the three of them returned to the student council room after their rest, the president and vice president were nowhere to be found.
Apparently, the two of them were busy with work and hadn't returned yet.
They did not have to wait for long.
