Chapter 107: Instruction Manual for the Student Council President's Chair Armrest

"Confirming again with you: you should know my arm is injured, and moreover, lack of sleep and nutrition, my body is emaciated, and I'm easily injured."

Miyase Yaeko stood up to interrupt him: "It's not physical labor."

She walked to the corner and pressed something on the wall.

"An elevator?" Qingshan Li showed a startled expression.

"After all, there's a sixth floor; if a student who lacks sleep and nutrition, is emaciated, and easily injured gets hurt, having an elevator is more convenient."

"But it seems only Student Council people know there's an elevator?"

"We'll go to the Infirmary first to confirm the Heatstroke Supplies." She didn't answer about the elevator.

Qingshan Li hurriedly put down his Bookbag.

The two came to the Infirmary, and Kuze Oto was like a robot who never goes Home; once inside, she's always in there.

"A lot of people came asking about your condition yesterday." Kuze Oto said to Qingshan Li.

"Who all? Write them all down." Miyase Yaeko said.

Kuze Oto looked at her and laughed lightly.

Do robots laugh too?

It was humanity's most ideal smile; assuming that before birth, humans could freely choose their own way of smiling, over ninety percent of people would choose to smile like her.

"Miyae Yae, seeing you walking alone with a boy—I've never seen that before—is he your boyfriend?"

"He's currently under observation." Miyase Yaeko had no objection.

"The one under observation should be the Heatstroke Supplies, right?" Qingshan Li said.

Kuze Oto led them to the Warehouse, and Miyase Yaeko took out a form.

"Spray." She said.

Qingshan Li squatted down: "It should be this one."

"Ice Patch."

"We have that too."

"Oral Rehydration Salts."

"What is this thing? This one?"

"Basic supplies for disinfecting and bandaging wounds."

"This box? Iodophor, Gauze, Bandage, Band-Aid, Hydrogen Peroxide."

"First Aid Kit."

"Here."

"Qingshan Li."

"What is it?"

Miyase Yaeko glanced at Qingshan Li with the look one uses for an Electronic Thermometer, then nodded as if confirming: "Everything is ready."

". Or I'll beat you up."

Leaving the Infirmary, the two went to the Sports Equipment Warehouse again.

"I used to think the Student Council only had power; today I discovered it also has a lot of responsibility." Qingshan Li said.

"Didn't you discover a new side of me?" Miyase Yaeko asked with a smile.

"Teacher Kuze Oto can laugh too, and she laughs beautifully." Qingshan Li had a reminiscent look on his face, "Relying on this smile, I can endure getting injured a hundred more times."

"You'll really discover a new side of me next, and your number of injuries can be reduced to ninety-nine."

"I shouldn't have talked nonsense, President Miyae Yae."

"Say it once more."

". Sorry." Qingshan Li felt the pressure.

He didn't expect that the two were actually just working; before nine o'clock, they had been confirming the preparation status of Logistics supplies.

Returning to the Student Council Room, it was already packed with people; Qingshan Li looked and retreated half a step, hesitating whether to go in.

Miyase Yaeko walked in without any fear.

If this is also a path, then she is one of the few people most suited to walk this path.

The Student Council President sat down at the head seat.

"President, good morning!" The Secretary bowed his head.

"President, good morning!" Everyone bowed their heads.

Is it the underworld?

"Good morning." Miyase Yaeko nodded slightly, looking at the Secretary.

"All members of the Student Council, as well as all committee members of the entire school, have arrived." The Secretary answered.

"Everyone has worked hard. Before starting today's work, I have something to announce, Qingshan." Miyase Yaeko suddenly said.

Qingshan Li hesitated for a moment, but still walked in.

"Classmate Aoyama was injured in yesterday's Baseball Practice Game and cannot participate in the Ball Games Tournament, so I've asked him to help at the Student Council."

The Secretary adjusted his glasses, scrutinized Qingshan Li, and after seeing his face, his expression wasn't so stern anymore.

Qingshan Li's nickname is "Fabric Softener," a brand women particularly love; they use it for laundry too.

"Although he's here to help, we can't let an outsider suddenly interfere in Student Council affairs... I plan to give him a Camera to Shoot wonderful Scenes during the Ball Games Tournament."

Everyone said nothing.

Obviously they were used to her orders and Notifications.

"Do you have any objections?" Miyase Yaeko looked at Qingshan Li.

"I couldn't ask for more." One of Qingshan Li's dreams was to become a Photographer.

"Let me remind you," the secretary said, "the stars of the Ball Games Tournament are naturally the students who enthusiastically participate, but supporting roles must have screen time too."

"Understood, I've deeply understood the necessity of the Student Council—I can take photos now, right?" Qingshan Li fiddled with his camera, raised his hand, and took a shot of everyone.

Miyase Yaeko thought for a moment, then instructed the secretary: "Give him a Student Council armband, so he won't be mistaken for a pervert."

"The president is wise." The secretary nodded in full agreement.

What does that mean?

Qingshan Li + camera = secretly filming?

Damn it!

"The morning assembly ends here; everyone go do your assigned tasks." Miyase Yaeko said.

Click! Click!

Qingshan Li took photos of them with all his might.

After they left, Qingshan Li's camera turned to the Student Council president again.

Gorgeous black long hair, noble snow-white skin, slender little waist, long legs in black pantyhose.

A beautiful hand lightly brushed her knee, then moved upward, slightly lifting her school skirt to reveal thighs wrapped in pantyhose.

Qingshan Li was unconsciously attracted and pressed the shutter.

The camera was suddenly snatched away.

"What are you photographing?" Miyase Yaeko held the camera and asked with a smile.

"Your posture while working." Qingshan Li reached out to take the camera.

Miyase Yaeko returned the camera to him.

Great, it's back to life.

"All photos taken by this camera will be automatically uploaded to my computer." Miyase Yaeko said.

It is said that intestinal gas can make a corpse sit up.

"It would be good to make you do something shameful." Miyase Yaeko mused.

Qingshan Li stared at her without blinking.

Miyase Yaeko turned her body to face him in a sitting position, then lifted her right foot, tossing the indoor shoes with the two characters 'Miyase' written on them beside his feet.

"The shoe fell off; put it on for me." She leaned back in the chair, her left arm resting on the chair armrest.

Qingshan Li raised his camera, aiming at the bare feet of the Student Council president.

Click click click click click!

Probably over a hundred shots.

The curves of her bare feet were very beautiful, her toes slightly spread were sexy, and the way she curled them from shyness was cute.

Miyase Yaeko laughed, angry and contemptuous; it seemed she wasn't curling them from shyness, but gathering strength.

Her foot extended between Qingshan Li's two legs, then hooked.

Qingshan Li couldn't control his body and fell toward Miyase Yaeko.

"Careful!"

The chair, Miyase Yaeko, and Qingshan Li all fell backward together.

"Are you alright?" Qingshan Li asked hurriedly.

". I never understood before," Miyase Yaeko looked at him, "clearly it was my fault, why aren't you angry at all? And you ask if I'm alright?"

"Your fault? Wasn't the cause that I secretly filmed you?" Qingshan Li was even more confused.

"What about things before that?"

Miyase Yaeko was only seven years old back then, and Qingshan Li wasn't such an extreme person; he wouldn't blame her.

"We are both victims; you at seven years old also became half a murderer." Qingshan Li stood up. "Get up."

He helped her up, then picked up the chair.

One foot had no shoe, so Miyase Yaeko could only step that foot onto his instep.

"You're really too impolite." Qingshan Li said.

"Can I ask for more?" Miyase Yaeko looked at her foot.

"What?"

"My right foot, just now it seemed to touch you there." Miyase Yaeko looked down.

". No!"

"What is that?" Miyase Yaeko tilted her head, showing a doubtful expression.

"The chair armrest!"

Miyase Yaeko laughed: "You're quite good at gilding yourself; is the chair armrest that small?"

For Qingshan Li, no, for men, there is one thing absolutely unbearable: that thing being smaller than whatever whatever.

'Whatever whatever' isn't even good enough for a rocket!

By the way, the Student Council president's chair armrest is 27 centimeters long, 12 centimeters at its widest.

(Chapter End)