Bab 14: The Intelligence Operative From The Going-Home Club
Today, I helped out the newspaper club.
The newspaper club was seriously short on staff, and there were only five members. It seemed that they were desperate for information due to the nature of their club activities. Their role was to send out all kinds of information about school committees, club activities, trends, events, and so on.
Because of the shortage of "personnel" essential to their info gathering, their article contained a straightforward recruitment ad.
The article simply stated, [Please give us a story for the newspaper club! Or people!]
It seriously was on a flyer from the newspaper club that happened to be posted in the hallway.
I decided to go to the newspaper club, especially since there were large plans for Arina's rehabilitation project at the moment.
After school, when Arina came to the Rose Garden, I immediately told her, "Let's go to the newspaper club," and we headed out together.
"You finally decided to expose your abominable self to the press, didn't you?"
"The newspaper club's ability to send out information is limited to the school. If I was caught on an adult website, and it was published in the newspaper, I wouldn't be socially killed. Do you know why?"
"Because it only goes around in school."
"Nope. The correct answer is 'it's normal for high school boys, so there's nothing to be surprised about. In this day and age, no one has a pure browser history."
That's what I said with a smirk on my face. And then I was kicked in the gut. My lunch was about to come out. It was really bad. I felt all my organs shrivel up from the impact, and I fell in the hallway.
My consciousness faded like a fog. My eyelids darkened a part of my vision, trying to lead me into the darkness.
So this is death. There was no fear. It just felt good with every breath I took. The last thing I saw was Arina looking at me as if she were looking at a cockroach. Then I closed my eyes.
"Get up. Have some shame."
Of course, I didn't die. A murder element is rated 18.
Arriving at the newspaper club, I politely knocked and asked for permission before entering the room.
"I'm here because you were short on staff."
A boy from the newspaper club stood up with a bright expression on his face.
"Eh, really!? This is worth writing about–!"
He raised his hands and looked up to the heavens, like a certain cover of a war movie. The one from the Vietnam war. [T/N: Don't know this movie, so if anyone knows, lmk]
And I told Arina to come in.
"And this one here is also helping. Nice to meet you."
Sure enough, all of their eyes rounded in surprise. I was used to seeing this reaction, so I continued on with my words.
"So, what kind of help does the newspaper club need?"
The head of the newspaper club, Asakura Toma, replied enthusiastically.
"The newspaper club, as you can see, has very few members. So we need someone to bring us information! I mean, I want you to do a story or an interview or something!"
"Do you think we'll be able to help you?"
"It's fine. Anyone can do it."
"Good. That's great, Arina."
"Yeah."
"Well then, let me explain it to you!"
Asakura Toma started talking about what he wanted us to do.
First, an interview with the other clubs. The open day for the school is coming up, so he wants us to write an article introducing the clubs in the school for the people who are visiting. However, with only a few members, he said it would be a lot of work to visit that many clubs and write an article about each of them. Therefore, he asked me to help him with the interviews.
Next, what's trending in the school.
They weren't in a hurry, but they wanted us to find out what's trending in the school and so on in order to publish it as local news.
Lastly, the professions that people want. They want to compile a ranking of everyone's dream jobs in order to give people who are preparing to take exams or are looking for a job a chance to expand their future path.
They requested these three things from us. Naturally, as the newspaper club moves, we, the assistants, move as well.
"Okay, I got it. Do you have a deadline?"
"Hmm. Maybe two weeks? It would be great if you could help, even if it's just a little bit. Is your schedule okay?"
"No problem. Arina and I are a part of the Going-Home club, you know."
"Don't lump me in with you. Don't talk as if I'm also a pig like you."
"So when you eat pork, you think of me. Thank you."
"Shit, I'm gonna throw up."
I don't want to be told that you're going to vomit with a blank expression. It was the usual flow of our conversations. Watching the exchange, Toma made a surprised face.
I've seen faces like Toma's many times before. It's extremely rare for Arina to talk to people, so it's a normal reaction. And I've heard that there are rumors around it is I who is talking to that woman. Yes, that's right, I'm just a gentleman.
So we were allowed to read the newspaper club's past articles, and I wrote down what I could refer to and thought about how to ask.
Arina next to me didn't think anything of it, so I said, "Hey, you're losing your soul," and messed with her. Sure enough, she stepped on my toes as hard as she could. You gorilla, do you want to give me a fracture?
Once we had decided on our general plan, I reported back to Toma.
"Roughly speaking, I've thought about the questions and so on. All we have to do now is submit them to the newspaper club, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. We'll write the story ourselves, you'll give us the information. That's really helpful! Thank you!"
Accepting such pleasant thanks, we decided to start tomorrow. Arina will do it too, of course, but it's unlikely that she'll talk to me on his own, so we'll act buddy buddy after school.
Tomorrow, I'll talk like a suspicious person.
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