Fight for Shinichi's Head

　　"Then now, the battle for Asada Shinichi's head has officially begun..."

　　Sitting on the bench temporarily designated as the referee's seat, Kaguya's voice became weaker as she spoke.

　　"I thought it was just an ordinary watermelon fight, but I didn't expect it to develop like this..."

　　Shirogane complained: "You are the cause of all this!"

　　If Kaguya didn't bury Shinichi and Ishigami on the beach to avenge that little revenge, how could things happen now?

　　Wouldn't it be better to just hit the watermelon?

　　"Even so, the results are not according to my wishes!" Kaguya defended herself, then muttered.

　　"I just wanted to liven things up, and I didn't do it on purpose... The president is a fool who just bullies people."

　　"Uh…" Shirogane saw her face soften and her voice became sad, his heart beating faster than expected, and scratched his neck.

　　"If we talk about the root of the problem, Asada and Ishigami are actually more at fault... These two people can't control their mouths. It is the responsibility of us seniors to teach them a harmless lesson. It has nothing to do with you, Shinomiya…"

　　Kaguya looked at him trying to find an excuse, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　"That's what the president said."

　　No one noticed the scene here.

　　Shinichi and Ishigami were buried in the sand, their faces completely sunburnt, sweat running down their chins dripping onto the beach, making their chapped and pale lips even more obvious.

　　 Shinichi shouted, "I told you! You can play if you want, but isn't there someone looking after us? What if we die from dehydration and heatstroke?"

　　Even though it was actually quite cool when the sand covered his neck, his head was really burnt from the hot sun and he felt dizzy.

　　Ishigami feels the same way and agrees.

　　"Correct! Your target is Asada and it has nothing to do with me. Get me out quickly! I don't want to die beside him!"

　　"Ishigami, please be quiet. If we are friends, we will live together. If we were men, we would die together!"

　　"Just shut up and explode on the spot, acting like a bastard – ugh!"

　　Before Ishigami could finish speaking, a straw was forced into his mouth, and a sun hat was placed on his head.

　　"Stupid Ishigami," Iino knelt in front of him while holding a drink glass in her hand, and said angrily.

　　"It's annoying when the atmosphere is ruined by your voices. Just leave if you don't want to play. Why are you screaming there?"

　　Ishigami opened his eyes wide and looked at her.

　　"Uh huh-!"

　　The first sight was Iino's beautiful face, the second sight was the plump breasts that were closer than before, and then Ishigami looked towards the triangular area that was clearly visible when she was squatting.

　　His blood began to flow rapidly throughout his body. Luckily, his face was already very red and his lower body was buried in the sand, so Iino didn't notice any clues.

　　To prevent Iino from feeling uncomfortable, Ishigami closed his eyes, shouted in his heart "Don't look", and let the cold liquid in his mouth distract him.

　　After all, the men in the student council were all honorable men.

　　As for Shinichi, silvery white hair swept across his field of vision, slender arms and thighs visible.

　　"Um... Senpai, are you okay?"

　　Leaning down, with a light shadow covering Shinichi's head, Kei pressed the hair on her cheek with one hand. Her expression seemed a little embarrassed, but the worry in her eyes was obvious.

　　"It's okay, thank you... Shirogane-san."

　　Shinichi exerted force, and the pile of sand covering his body protruded out, then a hand came out from the side of the sand, holding a cup of cold drink with grains of sand.

　　"...Tsk, these people are really heartless. We've all sent out calls for help, but you and Iino are the only ones worried about us."

　　Shinichi groaned in dissatisfaction while drinking his drink.

　　"You didn't do it on purpose, right?

　　 Kei held the towel and squatted beside her like Iino. After looking around, she twitched the corners of her mouth and let out a soft sigh.

　　Shirogane and Kaguya chat. Rui and Chika grab plastic sticks and glare at each other, making incredibly stupid pre-war speeches. Moeha watched the show with a smile, and would turn to them from time to time.

　　After Hayasaka prepared towels and sports drinks, she didn't know where she went, but Kei always felt like she was secretly observing here, if there was a problem she would immediately appear like a ninja.

　　Shinichi is unhappy, who wants to be buried in the sand, and who wants to have his head roasted in the sun?

　　Not just to make the atmosphere more lively, but to sacrifice yourself to achieve the happiness of others.

　　Shinichi was so angry that he drank all the drink in the bottle in one gulp.

　　At this time, Kei asked doubtfully, "Asada Senpai can obviously escape on his own. Even if you start to move freely, no one will blame you. Why are you willing to be buried in the sand, exposed to sunlight, and waiting to be carried? Stupid?"

　　There was no sarcasm, Kei just felt strange.

　　Kei looked straight at Shinichi, watching him take out his other hand, take the towel from her hand, and wipe the sweat off his face.

　　"Of course, stupid," Said Shinichi casually.

　　"I don't have masochistic tendencies. The most correct choice right now was to turn around and run away. Only a fool would stay and wait for someone else to beat them."

　　Kei was confused and couldn't seem to understand his way of thinking.

　　Shinichi returned the water bottle and empty towel to her, and stuck his hand back under the sand, as if it had never come out.

　　Raising his chin, he pointed at the two people in confrontation and said with some helplessness.

　　"There are still people there who are thinking about competing. If they gave up halfway, who knows whether they would be depressed like this all day long? It's like a long-awaited novel that is said to update its results. People are depressed for long periods of time."

　　"Simply put, the important thing when you go out to play is to have fun. There's no harm in being a little silly, right? As long as everyone is happy, no one will be left alone, and the game will be more fun."

　　As he said that, Shinichi clicked his tongue angrily: "In the end, I'm the one being tortured now… These bastards."

　　Kei was surprised, then couldn't help but laugh.

　　"How should I put it... Asada Senpai is really a good person."