The choice of clubs is up to each person's own hobbies.
Nakiri Rime simply said this and left.
Before leaving, she took another look at Genyu Hisho and Akashi Seijuro.
She decided not to switch their seats after all. Two troublemakers, they’ll just trouble each other.
Just let them become each other’s angels. I’m definitely not going to get involved.
“Akashi, let’s go! Basketball Club!”
Genyu Hisho grabbed Akashi Seijuro and walked away.
“Well, I kind of don't want to choose the basketball club anymore!”
Akashi Seijuro wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his feet were honest.
As a powerhouse in middle school, Teiko's basketball club naturally attracts many people.
Other people from Genyu Hisho's class also went there.
“Teiko's basketball club! I'm here to join the second team!”
“Don't dream! You'd be lucky to get into the third team!”
“Those two strong guys are going to join the basketball club too, look at their physique, they might be able to get into the second team!”
“Ha! That's not necessarily true, maybe I’m better than them!”
Meanwhile, people from other classes were also walking out of their classrooms and heading towards the club recruitment areas.
On the road, petals of cherry blossoms were falling.
Some fell to the ground, some landed on shoulders.
Genyu Hisho saw the falling petals from "5 Centimeters Per Second" and caught one with his fingers.
He flicked his hand and stuck it on Akashi Seijuro's head.
Akashi Seijuro reached out and knocked it off.
“Genyu-kun, please be respectful of my hair, otherwise this cherry blossom will fall on your head!”
He also had a cherry blossom between his fingers.
“Alright!”
Genyu Hisho said, then suddenly reached out and ruffled Akashi Seijuro's hair!
After messing it up, he took off running!
“You’re dead!”
Akashi Seijuro shouted as he chased after him.
Akashi Seijuro probably didn't expect that he, who had received a noble education since childhood, would break down so easily.
After all, he’s still a child, he just pretends to be composed.
Once he starts goofing around, he doesn’t care about anything.
The two of them ran past the other club recruitment booths and headed straight for the basketball club.
Aomine Daiki and Momoi Satsuki were also walking towards there.
Seeing Genyu Hisho run past, Aomine Daiki was about to call out, but then he saw Akashi Seijuro charging after him.
“I thought I loved basketball enough, but Genyu-kun loves it even more than me! Look how eager he is to join the basketball club!”
Momoi Satsuki shook her head.
“A-da, I don’t think that’s what’s going on. I think that the guy behind him is chasing Genyu-kun!”
“No no, that red-haired guy must have been infected by Genyu! I can't be left behind!”
Aomine Daiki said, then hurriedly chased after them.
“A-da!”
Momoi Satsuki shouted, then reluctantly sped up.
On the side, a blue-haired boy with a notebook smiled at what was happening.
All the students promoting their clubs consciously ignored him.
The blue-haired boy walked slowly and steadily through the crowd.
Not far away, a green-haired boy was arguing with another boy.
“This isn’t a book, it’s a phone book! My lucky charm today!”
He pushed his glasses up, speaking seriously!
Club member: “It's a phone book made of paper that records things, it can definitely be considered a book. You should join our Literature Club!”
Green hair: “It's not a book! It can't be considered a book either!”
Club member: “Even if it’s not a book, you love looking at it so much, join our Literature Club!”
Green hair: “It’s not a book, I need to make that clear, it’s not a book even if it’s not a book!”
Club member: “Okay, it's not a book! Join the Literature Club!”
Green hair: “No!”
After winning the argument, the green-haired boy walked away with the phone book in his hand.
Leaving the club recruitment members standing there.
After a long time, one of them slapped his forehead.
“Damn! Why did I say it was a book!”
“You want to join the Literature Club?”
He stopped a newbie, saying a lot of words to introduce the club.
On the other side, a group of boys surrounded a boy with purple hair.
“Wow! So tall!”
“Can middle school students really grow this tall?”
“He must be eating urea to grow like this!”
“I heard Yao Ming came to Japan 13 years ago, maybe he left a kid behind!”
“You should join our volleyball club! You’re perfect for us!”
“You should join the tennis club! You’re going to be a star player!”
The purple-haired boy looked annoyed, pushed through the crowd and walked out.
“So annoying! Why is the basketball club so far away!”
He muttered to himself, taking out a bag of chips and eating them.
He muttered again as he passed by a place.
“Douchebag!”
Looking in his direction, a yellow-haired boy was surrounded by a group of girls.