The campus in the early morning seemed filled with vitality,
Every class was now very lively, and even though not everyone participated in the elections, there was a general desire to be involved in selecting the committee members.
Class 1-3 was no exception,
Thanks to her charming appearance and a central-air-conditioning-like concern for others, Mikoto Tamamo secured her position as one of the class representatives with an overwhelming advantage,
How could student Tamamo pass up an opportunity to stand out?
After bowing graciously to her classmates in thanks, Mikoto stood straight,
Her brownish, shoulder-length hair became somewhat messy from the recent movement, and her pale, little face was tinged with a hint of flush. In her bright eyes, was there a touch of well-disguised...emotion?
Was she really moved just for being elected as a sports festival committee member? But surely the boys in the class were eating it up, whispering among themselves,
"Tamamo is so pure...."
