After sending the Horikita siblings on their way, Uesugi Gen returned to his usual idle state, lounging in his chair while playing on his phone.
Gradually, an unsettling sensation crept over him—like ants crawling across his skin.
Staaaare—
Leaning back, Gen scanned the empty Student Council office, pushing off with his legs to glide across the room in his chair.
Left…
Right…
Up…
Down…
Smack!
Gen clapped his hands together as sudden realization dawned upon him.
“This layout—so stiff, lifeless, completely devoid of aesthetic appeal. And then there’s that…”
His gaze snapped to the ancient computer sitting on the desk.
“A machine older than my grandfather’s grandfather.”
With a look of pure disdain, he muttered, “Horikita Manabu, are you secretly some kind of mass-produced B2 battle droid?”
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, boss? Yeah, it’s me. I need you to deliver the latest model of your best computer to the Student Council office.”
“Oh, this? Well, naturally, it’s because I’m the newly elected Student Council President.”
“What? You want to give it to me for free? Oh, I couldn’t possibly accept—!”
“Of course, of course! You and I are like long-lost best friends, after all!”
“No worries, no worries. Oh, and don’t forget to send me an invoice for it.”
Hanging up, Gen’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he immediately forwarded the invoice to the Student Council’s reimbursement system.
At the same time, he added a properly worded justification:
“To enhance the operational efficiency of the Student Council and strengthen internal management and external communication, we have decided, after careful consideration, to procure a high-performance, next-generation computing device.”
“This measure is intended to support the Student Council President, enabling him to handle daily affairs with greater efficiency and convenience, thus advancing the organization’s goals and ushering in a new era for Student Council administration.”
“Send!”
Mission accomplished!
“Ahh, being Student Council President is truly exhausting. Even the paperwork falls on me.”
Gen dramatically wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
Truly, I suffer so much.jpg.
Five minutes later.
Gen stared blankly at his phone screen.
A large, glaring “REJECTED” notification stared back at him.
Silence.
Then—
“Who the hell dared to reject my request?! Who’s got the brains and the balls to defy me?!”
Eyes narrowed, he focused on the sender’s name.
Secretary!
The Student Council President made the major decisions, while the Secretary assisted in executing them—naturally, budget approvals fell under the Secretary’s jurisdiction.
“Hah. Well played, Secretary-chan. Even Horikita Manabu never outright rejected my requests, yet you actually dared to defy me!”
A cold smirk spread across his lips.
Unacceptable.
He whipped out his phone and immediately started typing.
Uesugi Gen: “Secretary-chan, come forth and face your judgment! Do you realize the crime you’ve committed? How dare you oppose the mighty Student Council President?!”
Tachibana Akane: “?”
Uesugi Gen: “Feigning ignorance, are we? I’ll give you one last chance—approve my request, or I’ll introduce Horikita Manabu to Nagumo, that blond bastard!”
Tachibana Akane: “Uh… I actually resigned as Secretary last week.”
Uesugi Gen: “???”
Uesugi Gen: “Then who the hell dared to block my request?!”
Tachibana Akane: “No idea. I heard from Horikita that the position was given to a new female student.”
Uesugi Gen: “Hmph! Whoever she is, I’ll crush her! Later, Secretary-chan.”
Cutting off the chat, Gen sneered.
He didn’t know who this new Secretary was, and he had no way to contact her. The logical approach would be to ask Horikita Manabu for her details and summon her for judgment.
Unfortunately, Horikita was currently busy with Stubborn Girl—so for now, Gen would let him off the hook.
But he had a better idea.
Repeating his original request, he added a new remark:
“Secretary, please come to the Student Council office. I have an important matter to discuss.”
Perfect.
“Gotta make it sound gentle, or she might get scared and run away.”
With everything set, Gen leaned back into his chair once more.
Sliding on his fake glasses, he resumed his Student Council President pose.
“Let’s see who exactly this bold lady is—who dares to reject my request from afar!”
The office clock ticked on.
Who knew how much time passed before a soft knock sounded at the door?
Hmph.
Gen was prepared.
The moment she stepped inside, he’d immediately rise, list her transgressions, denounce her incompetence, and demand her resignation!
He suppressed his excitement, keeping his tone neutral. “Come in.”
—Click.
The door slowly creaked open…
Gen’s sharp eyes locked onto the entrance.
He had already mentally prepared a scathing verbal assault, ready to tear her apart with an endless barrage of words the moment she walked in.
Here she comes!
The door opened just a crack.
Gen sprang to his feet, execution mode activated!
A single familiar leg stepped into the office—
Gen’s pupils contracted.
But his carefully crafted insult was already flying out of his mouth.
That beautifully shaped leg wrapped in black knee-high stockings…
That fair, delicate hand…
That flowing golden-pink hair—
WAIT.
NO.
YAMEROOOO!!!
That’s my Honami!!!
No! Don’t say it! Anything but that—
“So you’re the foolish wretch who dared to reject my request, you imbeci—”
“I-I-I-I—”
Gen’s brain overrode his reckless mouth, forcibly redirecting his words.
“I-I-Intelligent! Beautiful! Elegant! Graceful! Kind and gentle—Miss Ichinose Honami!”
“Gen-kun!”
Ichinose Honami’s face lit up with a radiant smile as she threw herself into his arms.
“That damn Horikita! How dare he recruit you into the Student Council without my approval?!”
Holding onto her warm, soft body, Gen burned with rage—though Honami couldn’t see it.
Honami, however, puffed up her cheeks in protest, reaching up to pinch Gen’s face.
“Because Horikita-senpai said that if no one kept an eye on you, you’d definitely abuse your position as Student Council President.”
“That computer request was obviously shady! If it weren’t, you wouldn’t have written that much nonsense to justify it!”
“…”
Gen fell silent.
…She had a point.
If the request had been legitimate, he probably would’ve just submitted the invoice with a simple note: “One computer, purchased.”
And more importantly—
Horikita Manabu, you conniving bastard!
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