"Now we have to elect the class representative for next week's class competition."
After the class was over, Chifuyu did not let the students leave directly, but held a class meeting.
"The class representative is not only responsible for competitions, but also attends student union meetings and committees. You just become the class president. You can recommend or self-recommend. Has anyone signed up?"
"Yes! I recommend it? Madara-kun!"
As soon as Chifuyu finished speaking, a girl sitting in the front row immediately raised her hand.
Then, a response of approval echoed in the classroom.
"Ugh?! Me?!"
Ichika, on the other hand, did not expect this situation at all and was a little at a loss.
"Are there any other candidates?"
Chifuyu stood with her arms folded and looked around a few times.
“If not, there would be no votes to win!”
Then he made a straightforward decision.
"Master, aren't you interested in the squad leader?"
At this time, Penglai carefully approached Ilia's ear and asked softly.
"In no mood."
Illya gave the answer without thinking.
"Why? According to Chifuyu, shouldn't the squad leader have a lot of power? If Master becomes the squad leader, wouldn't he have more space for activities?"
Penglai didn't quite understand why Ilia rejected it so simply.
"First of all, I find it troublesome. It's the student union and the committee, and I have to manage the affairs of the class like the monitor. It's very troublesome."
Ilia raised a finger and waved it in front of Penglai's little face, and then raised a second finger.
"Second, before I talk about this reason, Penglai, let me ask you a question first, what type of world is this world?"
"Well... the world of campus love and fighting is after..."
"Stop! Don't let me hear that word again."
Ilia reached out and blocked Penglai's mouth, preventing the noun starting with "hou" from appearing.
"This is the second reason. In this type of world, the squad leader is undoubtedly one of the protagonist's most important targets. Therefore, I will never take that position."
"Wait, wait a minute! I don't want to be like that..."
At the same time, Ichika spoke quickly. He felt that Chifuyu made this decision too quickly, and he was not mentally prepared at all.
"I can not accept!"
Just when Ichika stood up and was about to say the words of giving up.
Cecilia stood up and raised an objection loudly.
"Never recognize this kind of election. It is so shameful to have a male representative! Do you want me, Ben Cecilia Orugordo, to bear this shame for a whole year?!"
Cecilia patted her chest, then shook her arms to vent her dissatisfaction.
"Besides, having to live in this culturally backward country is an unbearable pain for me!"
Cecilia clenched her fists and looked indeed in pain.
"Britain has nothing to be proud of, right?!"
It was Ichika who frowned and turned to Cecilia.
"How many years has the world's most unpalatable dish been the hegemon?!"
It was an extremely sharp counterattack right away. It is well known to the world that British food is unpalatable.
"There are so many delicious dishes! Are you insulting my motherland?!"
Cecilia lost her temper as well as her food, and looked directly at Ichika with great momentum.
"Besides! Even if I, the top scorer in the entrance exam, are not the class representative, it won't be your turn as a guy who knows almost nothing about is!"
'Uh... we're going to be in trouble...'
Ilia's sense of trouble was very accurate, and Cecilia's hand immediately pointed to her.
"Although Her Royal Highness Princess Trembel is listed in the second place in the entrance examination on the notice, anyone who has seen Her Highness's assessment will definitely understand how powerful Her Royal Highness the Princess is! Do we want to leave Her Highness the Princess alone and let this
Are you showing off your power over our heads?!"
"Cecilia, please calm down. In fact, whoever becomes the class representative has nothing to do with me..."
Ilia didn't want to accept this challenge at all. Just when she wanted to shirk it, Cecilia interrupted her.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Trembel, as nobles and royal family, shouldn't we let this commoner see our magnanimity and strength?!"
"Uh...okay..."
Ilia compromised. No royal princess in any country would care less about the ancient etiquette that still existed. Ilia didn't want to betray her early, so she had no choice but to compromise.
"So, can I understand it this way? According to Cecilia, the three of us will be candidates to compete for class representative, right?"
"I have no objection."
"I……"
Unlike Cecilia, who was straightforward and a little hesitant, he was still considering whether to become the class representative.
"Madara! If you are a man, you will agree to it happily. How can you not even dare to accept the challenge from a lady?!"
Seeing Ichika's hesitant look, Chifuyu directly slapped a book on the back of his head.
"Qian...?, Mr. Madara, I understand. I have no objection."
When Chifuyu said this, Ichika had no choice but to nod her head and show that she had no objection.
"Very well, in that case, let's have a competition within the class. Each of the three of us will fight against each other once. As long as we can defeat the other two, we will be elected as class representatives. If there is a tie, let the teacher evaluate who wins.
Whichever side has the advantage, then victory belongs to that side.”
Saying that, Illya looked at Chifuyu.
"Teacher Madara, do you think this is okay?"
"I agree, I will take care of the venue for you."
Chifuyu readily agreed. It would be better to say that this was the situation she expected.
"What do you think? What do you think of this proposal?"
Then, Illya looked at Cecilia and Ichika respectively.
"I'm OK!"
As a representative candidate, Cecilia is confident that she will not lose to others in IS.
"That's okay with me! This is more clear than bickering."
As an activist, Ichika readily agreed to this proposal.
"Hmph! If you lose to me on purpose, you will have to work as a chore for me! No, you will be a slave!"
Cecilia didn't seem to let Ichika off at all.
"Slaves... how old are they? What on earth are these nobles thinking?!"
Illya complained softly.
"Master, you are not qualified to say such things! Your status is a royal princess that is more 'noble' than a noble~"
Penglai, who happened to hear Illya's complaints, teased his master.
"Little one, is your skin itchy?"
Ilia gave Penglai a brain-shattering thought and told her to shut up.
"How much do you want?!"
Ichika showed off his gentlemanly demeanor when he exited, but unfortunately, no one understood what he meant.
"Huh? Ah, you're begging us to let go so quickly."
Cecilia was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"No, what I'm asking is, how much do you want me to give you?"
This is Ichika's original intention, but unfortunately, this original intention does not apply to the is world.
As a result, everyone who understood Ichika's intention burst into laughter.
"Madara, are you serious?"
When Ichika was looking around in confusion, a girl opened her mouth to clear up his confusion.
"Men are stronger than women. That was before IS came out."
Then, others started talking too.
"If a man fights a woman, it is said that he will not last three days!"
"Oops...I forgot..."
Ichika grimaced, his memory had tricked him again.
"I'm still hesitating whether to let you or not. Japanese men are really good at joking."
Cecilia spread her hands, thinking it was a joke.
"Madara, it's not too late now, let them put some water in!"
The girl sitting behind Ichika kindly reminded Ichika.
"What a man says!"
Ichika decisively refused.
"No need."
A summer of determination, once the words are spoken, they will never be taken back.
This chapter has been completed!