Translator: Moongirl
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ãLooks like thereâs quite some high level competition this year! The first contestants are of course, the couple everyoneâs been talking about, Mister Michel Francois and Miss Kinoshita Yui. Our schoolâs Prince and Miss K are being called the best pair by everyone already, but letâs not jump to conclusions before we test their bond by various games! Will they truly be able to live up to our expectations and get that glorious crown?ã
ãKinoshitaâs so cuteâ¦ã
She was dressed even cuter than usual, sparkling like a beautiful performer.
ãThereâs only one Belgian waffle left. You can have the ends, Iâll take the middle.ã
ãDonât be stupid, thereâs no filling in the ends!ã
I snatched the waffle from Mizuhara and bit into the middle. The thin waffle was on a skewer so you could eat it without getting your hands dirty, and there was cream and berry sauce inside. It tasted like the bittersweet berry sauce and the cream were having a fight inside the springy waffle.
ãWhat are you doing?! You absolute idiot! Itâs not corn!ã
ãShut up, Iâll give you some taiyaki. Hey â donât just eat the middle!ã
Mizuhara returned the ends of the taiyaki to me, the parts that had no red bean jam inside.
ãEven a cat wouldnât eat these leftovers⦠Just take this taiyaki back!ã
The contestantsâ introductions had ended while I was arguing with Mizuhara, and the three pairs of couples stood onstage.
The second contestants were the Nakamura pair.
The girl wore cutesy clothes with lots of makeup, while the boy looked like a typical bad boy. She was excited just to be there, while the delinquent boy simply murmured things like, ãWhat a painâ¦ã
The third contestants were the Miyamoto pair.
They had a big age difference â while the girl was a student at K University, her boyfriend was an office worker, probably more than 10 years older than her.
While they were all at a reasonable level in their own way, the Michel pairâs visual appeal was skyrocketing.
ãGive me the waffle.ã
ãThereâs no more left!ã
As I showed him the waffle, only the bottom bits of it left, he hung his head, heartbroken.
ãYou have no blood or tears in you. You just have drool.ã
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ãYouâre so stingy! â¦Sorry, Iâll give you some of these dumpling dogs.ã
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Mizuhara ate the middle of the dumpling dog, and returned the leftovers to me. This unspoken Middle Rule was having dangerous results for both of us.
After finishing the tragic dumpling dog, I was just about to start on the frankfurter when suddenly, someone grabbed my arms from behind and lifted me up.
Ketchup dribbled down from my frankfurter.
ãWhaâã
I turned my head to see who it was.
Casually dressed in a mismatched suit stood Arioka. He had perfume and accessories on, which was so unusual it made me feel weird. With his hair smartly combed back, he looked rather like a host.
ãYouâre in the perfect spot, as expected from our vice-leader!ã
ãHey! What are you doing â let me go!ã
Tightly pinning my arms under his armpits, he dragged me away. Taken by surprise, I was in a helpless position and had no choice but to be dragged along.
ãWhat is this â hey, Mizuhara! Help me⦠Wait, what are you doing?!ã
A club member clad in womenâs clothing had restrained Mizuhara in the same way.
He wore a strawberry-patterned tube top, a girly colored pleated skirt, and handmade high heels. Under the bulging tube top was a belly band. The skirt blew up in the wind, revealing legs covered in an expanse of leg hair. The high heels fashioned out of tin can lids made strange popping sounds as he walked.
His face, full of makeup, was ugly enough to be a crime. The fake eyelashes especially looked like they were right out of a horror movie.
In the courtyard, everyoneâs attention was on us as we were dragged along by a drag queen and a host.
ãWe have a problem with our strategy to help Michel and Kinoshita win the best couple contest. People are allowed to voluntarily enter as contestants on the spot, so I decided to enter along with the club member that looked the best in womenâs clothes. But we were rejected by the program committee.ã
ãThatâs because youâre wreaking havoc on everyoneâs eyes!ã
ãI thought maybe itâd be okay if I entered with you, but theyâll probably remember me.ã
ãTheyâd remember you even if they didnât want to!ã I squealed, struggling to escape and swinging my arms as much as I could, but I was held in place by a karate black belt holder.
Arioka easily dragged me to the stage, and with a plop, flung me onto it. ãGood luck participating!ã He winked at the chairman.
Confused and flustered, I hurried to get off the stage, but I heard large cheers from the grounds. I didnât even have to look to know it was my club members.
ãSo this is our second pair of audience contestants! Please step over here, right beside our first audience contestants, the Hashimoto pair.ã
ãNo, this is a mistake!ã I protested as I was led to where the other participants stood.
ãWhat an unusual matching outfit this couple has! Before I ask you to introduce yourselves, I have to say that bringing your own food in the middle of the contest is prohibited. Admittedly, it is our fault for not mentioning this in the rules, but this is the first time weâve had a couple who came onstage with a frankfurter and rice bean cakes.ã
Laughter echoed throughout the crowd.
Even as we told them we werenât participating, we were forced to the seats onstage and made to sit down, completely dumbfounded. Mizuhara was also frozen, staring into space with his glasses out of place.
With our sleep-deprived states, we just couldnât take this. If I looked at it from Mizuharaâs point of view, heâd just been taken captive by a strange drag queen and tossed onstage. He was probably even more shocked than I was.
ãWell then, what are your names? Ah, please donât eat that rice cake!ã
Mizuhara, eating rice cake even as he couldnât swallow down the situation at hand, was the very embodiment of doing things as you like without caring what anyone else thought.
I had no idea why the chairman hadnât brought up the frankfurter I held.
ãNoda, hereâs a handkerchief if you need one,ã said Kinoshita from beside me, offering me a lace handkerchief. My white shirt had been stained with ketchup from the frankfurter.
Her handkerchief looked expensive. There was no way I could stain it with ketchup. Since I couldnât throw the frankfurter away, I quickly gulped it down.
ãAnd now, what is the girlâs nameâ ah, please donât eat that frankfurter!ã
Then what do you want me to do with it?!
Someone from the program committee handed me some wet wipes as I hurriedly ate the frankfurter, and I gratefully used them.
As I tried to get down from the stage, I saw the members waiting below, blocking my exit. Arioka mouthed âGreat job, keep livening up the contest!â to me.
ãStop fucking around!ã I threw the frankfurterâs skewer at Arioka.
ãThrowing trash from the stage is prohibited,ã the chairman warned me.
The audienceâs attention was fully on us, and it seemed like backing out now was impossible. I sensed Mizuhara glancing at me with a look that said, ãThis is your fault, isnât it?ã I made an apologizing gesture towards him and he leaned back in his seat, disappointed.
ãWe have some unique individuals here this time, donât we? Well then, letâs start the first game to find our Best Couple!ã
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