Incompetent Academy and Failed Heroines - Incompetent Academy and Failed Heroines chapter 70

70 – Negotiation (1)⚝

It was Sunday afternoon when I went to see Dick Gallery. After eating with Kite, she received a letter from Onita-senpai. Uncharacteristically, she even drew a picture of herself, in the form of her rabbit talking in her speech bubble.

「I’m sorry! Are we exchanging notes with this?」

It was seriously bad handwriting, so I couldn’t recognize it and showed it to Tyria.

“Ritane.”

“How do you know right away?”

“In the student council, Anne is the only one who can’t write like this.”

Women don’t like it very much because they move on to foxy things.

“Are you all good when it comes to women?”

“Isn’t it?”

“I thought you liked chubby guys, but I don’t mind anyone as long as they’re pretty.”

“Isn’t it?”

“The reason why I keep going to church is probably because the saintess is pretty. It’s obvious if you don’t look.”

“By the way?”

Doouk——He broke the charcoal and sarcastically.

“All men are the same. As long as your face is flat, I will like it unconditionally.”

“What do you care about?”

Tyria kicked the floor with her foot as if she was thrilled by my question.

“The pitiful monkeys.”

“Tyria.”

“Call me Trey-senpai.”

“You are pretty too, isn’t it just pretending that you are not?”

When I turn around and stab him, he’s bewildered because he doesn’t know how to react.

“It’s just too disgusting to see him acting as if he’s different.”

Stay still without speaking. Stupid, I know all your weaknesses. Praise makes you quiet.

“Anyway, there hasn’t been a boy who didn’t like Rita, so you must be the same.”

“If that’s the case, isn’t there a guy who doesn’t like a kite?”

Let’s point it out again, I guess I have nothing to say. It’s convenient at times like this because my childhood friend has a good looks. I’m holding the charcoal again and writing something down, so I try not to show you what I’m doing. I glanced at it to get attention.

「No luck.」

“Does the handwriting look pretty?”

“Don’t look!”

“You said you were the secretary of the student council, right?”

“Since I received calligraphy training separately, it is only natural that I write well.”

“Is it like a family’s vision?”

“Well, if you have a family with a skeleton, you learn about that.”

“It looks like ostentation.”

“It looks like a real monkey. You wouldn’t learn even if I taught you these things.”

“Aren’t people in the area where they eat earthworms and snails very passionate about learning?”

Eventually, Tyria took her pillow and started slapping me on the back. She fled because the room was cramped, raised her arms and warned.

“Stop it. Am I really fighting back?”

“Do it? Oh, I don’t know! I don’t know!! I don’t know!!!”

Then she hit her mercilessly, so I grabbed her pillow and pulled it. In an instant, her body came toward me and I accepted it.

“Shouldn’t you mess around?”

“Let go!”

“Then you fall?”

“Let go!”

I felt bad, so I just pushed it towards the bed. Just like that, it’s just how light it is, and I just throw it away.

“I was supposed to see the dick gallery today.”

“Who is curious?”

“Give me some advice.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Student president, this is our room.”

“Really!”

“Advice?”

“I have nothing to say. He’s a really nice person, so don’t be rash and listen first.”

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“What about menstrual irregularities?”

“You bastard!”

“Ah, Lady, you are cursing.”

“It’s all better!”

“Don’t get bloody. I’ve been looking for dalgeolipo, so I’m going to eat some food.”

Tyria looked at me quietly, and she warned me that I would be doomed if her identity were revealed.

“Once upon a time, when Kite was growing up, she wore a compression bandage. You can use something like that, can I save you?”

“It’s done!”

“I need to write a seal.”

She sat down at her desk and held up the charcoal.

「Where can I see you?」

It wasn’t long before a reply came.

“In front of the lion statue on the first floor. Pemicon when you come!”

I couldn’t read it properly this time, so what does this look like at the end?

“You bastard. I’m already swinging.”

“Femi what?”

“Pemicon. There is something made with beef jerky.”

“Ah, combat rations. Rita-senpai eats these things.”

“Hey.”

“Why?”

“If I keep going because the saintess is really pretty.”

“I know.”

“I’ll skip it again.”

“I’m going even though I know it’s all gimmick.”

“Seriously, a slut…… What, is this idiot your roommate? She is so pathetic while pretending to be smart!”

“By the way, Tyria.”

I finished her preparations for her departure and looked at her and said.

“I am not prettier than you.”

Her nose twitched and I lifted her pillow, so I ran out saying it was all a joke. Perhaps he teased her too much, he gets angry and follows him to the hallway and beats him.

You keep hitting the back, ah. The silver-haired witch screamed that she was trying to kill her. Tyria slammed her door shut with her annoyed expression on her face.

My desk will be messy when I go back. These days, I keep putting the wrong things in my drawer, but to me, it seems like revenge.

“What is Pemicon?”

“They don’t sell them.”

“Funny. Do you know where I sell them?”

“I took a break because it was Sunday.”

“A lie.”

“Yes, it’s a lie, so let’s go quickly.”

“Shameless!”

“Should I do only seniors?”

Tick-tick, I handed her two Famicons from her pocket. People say that this kind of thing is delicious, and greasy is just their taste.

“Why is Dick Gallery interested in me?”

“It’s strange that he’s not interested in destroying combat seniors.”

After hearing it, I thought there was no other reason, so I was silent. He wondered if he would know his father’s name or whether Ho Barn was driven, but would the student council president even know that? Heoden here has a clear distinction between teachers and students, so he won’t even share information about the cadets.

Tot tok tok───

“President, this is Rita.”

“Come in.”

Rita-senpai opened the door and went inside. A man and a woman are sitting together on a sofa. Chan Gallery wearing a wig is not unfamiliar to me. She even has makeup on, so she looks like a real woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off her because she had small muscles in her arms, and it was amazing that she could change so much.

“Deman von Pong. A freshman in the support department?”

Dick asked me, holding the teapot. Contrary to her enormous size, her tone was so gentle and feminine. Rita-senpai took her teapot and poured green tea into a cup. The two seemed pretty friendly.

“Did you get off the car?”

“Because a guest has decided to come.”

She had no time to be bored as she was looking at Chan Gallery’s ever-changing expression. Seeing her show all her emotions so intensely, Rita-senpai can’t win.

“I will go out and see. Wasn’t it my job to guide you?”

─It’s kind of casual.

“Rita, you always work hard.”

“If you’re grateful, could you give me more budget for the festival?”

“Well, that’s a bit difficult to answer. Let’s talk again then.”

Dick laughed. Rita-senpai also laughed. I pretended to laugh. Chan Gallery can’t even do that, and she is the protagonist of a tragedy alone. She shows off like that, and it’s unlikely that he, her cousin, doesn’t know. To sit comfortably, I sat with one table in between.

“This is Deman von Pong. It is a support group.”

“Yes, I am Dick Gallery, the student council president. I’m in my third year and I’m a combat type.”

Sometimes, as soon as you see someone, there’s a moment when you have an intuition that he or she is better than you. It was now. I don’t know Dick’s personality, but in terms of his looks and abilities, he’s superior to me. It was a clear difference to the extent that I could understand why Chan Gallery and Dick had an older brother and he snorted at me saying that he likes you.

“I heard you wanted to see me?”

“I was thinking of contacting you first, but I was afraid they might think there was an intention.”

So I suggest you wait and have a car.

“Chan Gallery, will you still be here?”

When I asked, the answer was silent. Soon he looks at his cousin with a very anxious gaze, and Dick doesn’t feel welcome either. It was such a subtle change in expression that a normal person, especially a person in love, would never be able to recognize it.

“How could it be uncomfortable for us to listen together?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“How about tea?”

I don’t know the taste. Because I’ve never had a high-quality tea before.

“It’s delicious.”

“I got a good one. I’m glad it suits your taste.”

“I heard you have something to tell me.”

“Ah.”

He set the glass down on the table. Handsome. Even though it doesn’t feel intimidating at all, it exudes a feeling unique to the boss. Is this what it means to be a born aristocrat? It was a charisma that could not be compared to Jean and Pan.

“My cousins are doing weird things.”

“Brother, not me!”

“Yes. Chan, because you are a model student. That’s what Jean and Pan do.”

“I’m roughly guessing.”

“Then, the story should be fast.”

I also put down my glass and looked at his face. He responded with a silent smile and continued.

“You know, the history here isn’t old.”

“Yes.”

“For some reason, there is a huge difference in skills between the departments, and there are some cadets who are not capable enough.”

As the student council president and the nephew of the Marquis Gallery, I feel a sense of responsibility.

“Especially, the combat-related second graders are weak. Maybe it’s because Jean and Pan muddy the water, none of them tried to do better than my cousins. It’s a pity that the ranks and limits are naturally set.”

─Tyria told me to listen and not speak rashly, right?

“Yes.”

“I don’t know what you think, but I believe you did nothing wrong.”

“I am listening.”

“Even though the start of this duel was unreasonable, I think it has a positive effect on the entire academy. Maybe it’s because of this that everyone can wake up and try to build up their skills a bit more. It’s also a great opportunity to fix the rotten attitudes of the second graders that Jean and Pan have made a mess of.”

I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just looked at Chan Galloly and asked with my eyes.

─Is your cousin a dreamer?

“I think you just need to tell me the conclusion.”

“I want you to keep fighting.”

I wondered if I had heard it wrong, so I looked straight at him and he still had a gentle expression.

“But I’d better stop betting. It can be intervened in the bachelor’s office, so sooner or later it will be a problem.”

I was going to tell him not to care, but I kept quiet because I thought it wouldn’t work for the student council president.

“So, Chan.”

Suddenly, his voice softened.

“Yes, brother.”

“If I told you to fight a second grader, would you do it?”

Answer without hesitation.

“I can win with my skills, but I’m afraid it’s going to get worse.”

“Does it bother you?”

“I don’t like Jean and Pan, but I’m worried because discipline gets messy.”

I didn’t know what these siblings were talking about except for me, so I intervened in the middle.

“Why Chan Gallery?”

“I heard that the princess asked to cut off her pair.”

“You know that?”

“I heard you declared it loud enough for everyone to hear.”

After listening without saying anything, she stretched out her big hand and grabbed her cousin’s hand and asked for it.

“This place needs reform. If we continue like this, we will rot without any skills and build friendships with each other.”

“Okay, Brother Dick.”

“Please.”

“I don’t know what you two are doing right now?”

Dick removed his hand and looked at me.

“If you don’t mind, I want you to continue dueling with Chan as a pair. How about that?”