Chapter 32

As autumn arrived, the season for the sports festival came around once again.

When you reach the higher grades, you get assigned the role of being on the sports festival committee.

And for some reason, I, a girl from my class, was chosen to be on the committee.

I wondered why me, when I’m not particularly athletic, nor do I have any special planning or action skills. But it seems the teacher thought that a student with enough authority to make the younger students comply would make things run more smoothly.

To be honest, it’s a hassle…

Since we’re in elementary school, the committee work isn’t that serious.

It’s mostly about consolidating the lists of participants for each event from each class, doing odd jobs for the teachers, and other minor tasks.

On the day of the festival, I’m apparently in charge of the proceedings at the committee tent.

Before the serious preparations for the sports festival began, the committee members from the fifth and sixth grades gathered for their first meeting.

Among them was Enjo Shusuke.

The girls were excited. Apparently, they didn’t expect Enjo to be on the committee. I felt the same way.

I looked at the other committee members and thought that Enjo was probably chosen for the same reason as me.

After all, the only members of Petit Pivoine are Enjo and me.

But Enjo could have refused, unlike me.

Maybe he’s more cooperative than I thought.

Come to think of it, he was the mediator between the Emperor and the others in JunDoll.

After the committee members introduced themselves and the general tasks were explained, a problem arose when we tried to start working.

The girls surrounded Enjo and didn’t do any work at all.

Enjo himself was working diligently, printing and organizing papers, but the girls around him just talked to him and didn’t lift a finger.

Even when the other male committee members tried to reprimand them, the girls insisted they were “helping Enjo!” and even mocked them, saying, “You’re just jealous because you’re not popular!” The boys couldn’t say anything more after that.

When Enjo scolded them, they reluctantly started working, but they refused to do any tasks that required them to move away from him.

This is a complete mistake in selection…

Amidst all this, I was quietly folding programs at a desk away from the commotion.

Because of the harem around Enjo, there weren’t enough hands to help, so it was tough.

The programs are supposed to be delivered by an external company, but for some reason, the task of folding them in half was given to the committee.

If they’re going to outsource it, why not have them do the whole thing? I don’t get it.

The paper was absorbing the moisture from my hands, making it hard to pick up one sheet at a time.

I was in a bind… If only I had finger cots.

Looking around, I didn’t find any finger cots, but I did find a rubber band.

I wrapped the rubber band around my fingertips.

I picked up the paper.

Wow! It’s much easier!

I worked quickly, picking up and folding, picking up and folding, like a machine. I was completely absorbed in the task, like a part-time mom possessed by a spirit.

A passing boy muttered, “Eh, a rubber band?!” but I didn’t care. Efficiency is key, even if it looks a bit odd.

The harem girls’ cheerful laughter echoed. Get to work.

The female committee members continued to revolve around Enjo and were mostly useless.

The other male committee members had already given up.

As a result, more and more odd jobs were assigned to me.

From the next day on, I even prepared glittery finger cots and a scentless shoulder pain relief ointment.

I became quite adept at administrative tasks.

Operating the copier was a breeze. I could handle resizing, enlarging, and double-sided copying with ease.

The sixth-grade male committee leader praised me, saying, “As expected of you, Kyoukuiin-san,” and piled more odd jobs on me.

I wasn’t going to fall for such transparent flattery.

But I couldn’t refuse, so I stapled the printed sheets together, one after another, one after another, one after another.

Wait, something’s wrong.

I’m a member of the privileged Pivoine and should be in the upper caste among the girls, yet I ended up doing the most menial work.

Have I become too efficient, too much of a part-time worker?

I feel like I’m doing all the work that the harem girls should be doing.

Damn it! Work, you guys!

One day, there was a duplicate entry for a competition in a lower-grade class, so I had to go and address it.

In such situations, Enjo and I, as members of Pivoine, should go together, but if Enjo moves, the harem will follow, creating a chaotic scene, so I went alone.

The third-grade class was in recess, and the boys were particularly uncooperative.

The recent stress from the committee work had really gotten to me.

Who do you think I am! I’m Kyoukuiin Reika!! The one and only!!

I screamed in my head.

I had no courage to shout it out loud.

Damn it! All of you!

The girls listened to me and tried to cooperate, but some of the boys were disobedient.

Especially you, you’re the one who’s entered both events! Listen to me!

“So, you can’t participate in both events. You need to choose one and let another student participate in the other.”

“Eh, then we can’t win!”

I don’t care, idiot.

“Anyway, you can’t participate in both events. The second one starts right after the first one ends, so you won’t have time.”

“So, I’ll run there.”

“That’s not the issue.”

What an idiot, is he really a student at Suiran?

He reminds me of the boys from my public school in my previous life.

“Hey, listen to Reika-sama!”

“Huh? I don’t know her.”

What? You brats.

I’ll give you the umeboshi punishment!

The situation turned into a heated argument between the girls and the boys, and I was left out.

This is getting out of hand.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Enjo clapped his hands and entered the classroom.

“Kei, don’t cause too much trouble for Kyoukuiin-san. Just correct the duplicate entries.”

The troublemaker, who seemed to know Enjo, immediately calmed down.

The noisy class became quiet, and the girls were swooning over Enjo’s leadership.

Damn it, this is the difference between real charisma and a fake!

Thanks to Enjo, the problem was quickly resolved, and we returned to the committee classroom.

“Kyoukuiin-san, you should have let me know if you were going.”

“Enjo-sama, you looked busy with all the commotion around you.”

A little jab.

“Ah, that. I’m having trouble with it too. Kyoukuiin-san, you’re being given a lot of work. I’ll help you.”

I don’t need your help.

“I’m fine. Enjo-sama, please focus on your own work.”

“Okay?”

When we got back to the classroom, the harem girls swarmed around Enjo.

“Enjo-sama, we went with you too.”

“I finished the task you asked me to do!”

I reported to the senior that I had the corrections made and then gathered the remaining documents to take to the staff room.

Ah, I need some healing…