Chapter 25: CH 25

Chapter 25: The Beginning of School

POV: Hiroto

Yoichiro contacted me and was happy when I told him that my cast was off and I was going to be in rehab, but since I couldn’t play in the fall tournament, I would be cheering in the stands. I was told not to come to practice, and that the team would be in trouble if something happened to me. Toru-san strictly told me not to move too recklessly.

This is the only thing that made me think pushing Yoichiro to be the captain was the right choice.

Ever since I came to Saijo City, even since junior high school, it has been baseball every day. What am I supposed to do in rehab?

I had nothing to do, I was in trouble. “Study,” I was told. But I already did that on the daily, so there wasn’t any difference.

The next morning, I arrived at Saijo station and went to a convenience store to buy some things before heading to school. I was approached by quite a few people from our school, “I see you got your cast off,” “Good luck,”. It made me happy that they wanted me to heal quickly.

When I entered the classroom and sat with Yoichiro, Ando and Sanada, I had no idea what they were talking about.

“Have you thought of a class project?”

“Yes, but it’s a secret!”

“Hmm? What are you guys talking about?” (Hiroto)

I had no idea what they were talking about. When I asked Yoichiro, he told me it was about the school festival. Yesterday, my homeroom teacher had told us to think of ideas for the festival, and in the first period we were going to decide what our class would do. I haven’t thought about it at all and it’s a bit too late now.

“I don’t have anything… all I could think about was the hospital…” (Hiroto)

“It looked like they were going to take the cast off or something.”

“Why don’t you think about it now?”

“Do you guys have any good ideas?”

As we were talking, the homeroom teacher, Suzuki-sensei, came in. Our time was up.

“Quiet down, I’m going to give you the details of the festival now. You’re all in the first year, so keep that in mind. It’s the same every year.” (Suzuki-sensei)

The cultural festival at Saijo High School was held in late October and lasted for two days: the first day was for students only, and the second day was for the general public, including parents.

Since we share the same train station, Saijo and Toko University coordinate their schedules.

Toko University has their festival in mid-october, a week earlier than us.

“That’s all, Takahashi , please take care of the rest.” (Suzuki-sensei)

Chiaki Takahashi, a member of the class council, stepped forward and began to speak.

“As Sensei said yesterday, we’re going to decide on the festival committee now. One male and one female for each class, so raise your hand if you want to be on the committee.” (Takahashi)

“”…””

“No one? If you’re not doing club activities and you’re not busy, why don’t you raise your hand? It’s a chance to earn some extra points.” (Takahashi)

“”…””

“Well, if that’s how it’s going to be…” (Takahashi)

Takahashi-san was muttering as if she had given up.

“I understand. I’ll take care of the girls, and you take care of the boys.” (Takahashi)

“What?” (Hiroto)

What was she talking about… don’t tell me-

“Yes, I said Yoshizumi-kun. Is there a problem?”

“I’m busy with club activities and rehab. What about someone from the homecoming club?” (Hiroto)

“Hiroto. I was told you weren’t allowed to do club activities, right?” (Yoichiro)

It seems like Yoichiro had defected to the enemy’s side.

“You should do it, there will still be time for rehab!” (Yoichiro)

“Yoshizumi. I’ll help you if you need anything!” (Ando)

“Yeah, I’ll help as well!” (Sanada)

Ando and Sanada arrived as Yoichiro’s reinforcements… I give up…

As long as my legs won’t get overworked, I guess it could be fun and a good way to get some extra points.

“Fine… I’ll do it.” (Hiroto)

“Thank you, please come to the front.”

As I stepped forward, Takahashi-san whispered in a voice that only I could hear.

“I’m really sorry… outside of the people in sport clubs, many of them aren’t even paying attention to the cultural festival…” (Takahashi)

She was right, if you look at the students in the classroom, many of them had their notebooks opened and weren’t even listening.

“My doctor told me that I had recovered enough to do most daily activities, if it wasn’t fine, I wouldn’t have accepted this role anyways.” (Hiroto)

“Is this what you were talking about yesterday morning? If so, I wish you had told me yesterday.”

“Takahashi-san and I will be in the organizing committee for the festival, so please take care of us. Now that it’s decided, we’ll do our best, so let’s have fun.” (Hiroto)

Most of the students in the class responded cooperatively, and the others seemed at least a bit interested.

The students reading the textbooks looked up for a moment, but then immediately dropped their eyes back to the book.

We seemed to be in a bit of trouble, and our teacher didn’t have the brightest expression either.

I didn’t want to have to do this but… it might be our only chance at getting the whole class to cooperate.

“Those textbook readers over there, can you hear me? Are you sure you want to continue ignoring us? You might have gotten a higher GPA if you were on the committee.” (Hiroto)

“Hey, Yoshizumi, don’t go there.” (Takahashi)

I restrained Takahashi-san with my hand.

“Leave it to me. Sensei, a cultural festival is a school event, right?” (Hiroto)

“Yes, that is correct.”

“What if someone decides not to participate? That would mean a lack of cooperation. Doesn’t that affect the internal application score?” (Hiroto)

“Of course, it will affect their grades. You all know what he’s talking about, right?” (Suzuki-sensei)

The guys who had decided not to participate were putting their textbooks away in their desks.

“Yoshizumi, I’m sorry I made you say that.” (Takahashi)

“I’m sorry for the way I said it. It was the only way we could get everyone to cooperate. And I want everyone to have fun, too. We’ll all be in the same class for three years. They will probably be busy studying for exams from next year. So, why don’t we all enjoy this cultural festival as first-year students?” (Hiroto)

They all looked at me and nodded. I’m glad I got the message to everyone

I was glad that Takahashi-san and Suzuki-sensei understood my intentions. Now we can go about preparing for the festival as a class.