I immediately ran to the student council room after seeing the notice on the bulletin board.

Bang!

“President!”

“…Huh? Who…?”

As I energetically opened the door and entered, I found Arnett sitting at a grand study desk, studying.

She looked at me with wide eyes, tilting her head in confusion.@@novelbin@@

“It’s Ken Feinstein.”

“Ken? …Is that really you, Ken Feinstein?!”

I was used to people not recognizing my face, so as soon as I mentioned my name, Arnett jumped up in surprise.

“I heard you’ve changed your appearance….”

Arnett's reaction was quite different from before.

Not only was her face flushed, but she also seemed flustered and avoided making direct eye contact.

Previously, she had exuded confidence and an air of self-importance.

‘…Well, she wouldn’t feel so confident after putting up that notice.’

I walked up to her confidently, acting like someone who was there to protest.

It might come off as rude, but I had previously entrusted her with the weapon repairs.

No matter how much of a president she was, she should overlook this much.

So I approached her with determination.

“Ahh.”

“…Ahh?”

“Ugh, cough cough, no, I was just surprised when you suddenly got so close to me.”

As I leaned in to intimidate her, Arnett fidgeted and made an odd sound.

Then she cleared her throat, seemingly flustered, and tried to look at me confidently.

“So, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Don’t you know? What on earth is that notice about?”

“Ah, that?”

Despite my unpleasant tone, Arnett nodded confidently.

It seemed like she didn’t feel guilty about the notice at all.

But why was she acting so confidently?

“Hehe, isn’t it a great idea? I was surprised to see you’ve changed this much. The fact that you’ll grant any wish is bound to greatly help improve students' grades.”

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