Classroom of the Elite [Year 2, Volume 5]

．part four

Since we were going to the same place anyway, I walked with Horikita to the special building.

When we arrived at the door of the classroom, I saw Maezono there for some reason.

“Oh, I was in charge of guarding the place. I didn’t think anyone would come to the special building after school, but better safe than sorry.”

“Guarding? … You’re more secretive than I would expect.”

Although the idea was to keep any ideas of the events secret until the day of the cultural festival, Horikita was still a little surprised to see a guard.

I was the same. Not only did they request the teacher to make use of a classroom in the special building, but they also arranged for someone to stand guard to prevent a 3rd party’s intervention. To prevent anybody from looking inside, they even covered up the window cracks.

“So, can I take a look inside?”

“Ah, wait a minute. We’re in simulation mode from now on, so Horikita-san, Ayankouji-kun; Please experience this from the perspective of a customer.”

“I see. Alright, compared to reading a low-quality proposal, this way certainly makes it easier.”

Seeing such a rigorous procedure, Horikita’s expectations had to be raised.

Whether or not this would actually be adopted is another question, but at least it was clear that they were making a serious effort to win this cultural festival. So, from Horikita’s perspective, this was already something to be happy about.

Horikita and I slowly opened the door, after reconfirming that nobody was around us.

The first thing that came into view was an unexpected array of bright colors.

The classroom, originally bland and monotonous, had been transformed, and brightened up with decorations.

“This is…”

“Welcome～. This is Maimai, the maid cafe!”

The three girls greeted us at once, each dressed in their own unique costumes.

Satou, who called us out here, and Matsushita, who was by her side, were both wearing maid outfits.

Mii-chan, who seemed embarrassed, her eyes darting all over the place, was wearing a Chinese-style outfit.

By the way, although classrooms usually used monitors, it seemed that the special building, which was used less frequently, still had a blackboard. The name of the cafe was written on it.

After being directed to a seat, I was handed a handwritten menu.

“What would you like? Master.”