We need to do what?!

"Since the two of you are celebrities in the online world behind these books and mangas, I want to hold an event involving the artist and the writer during the school festival." In his hand lies the Crime Legacy book, together with the hard-copy manga of Nickson.

The principal taps the hardbound comic book in his hand, together with my novel. As I peer my eyes wide open, I notice a bookmark on the last few pages of the story, making me think he is an avid fan of mine. Of course, I would feel delighted since the dean of the international school knows my name even before enrolling in the academy.

The principal gives a subtle wink at Professor Benjamin, showing that he is the mastermind of this diablerie.

Nickson and I roll our eyes on the other side, knowing that we have been falling into his trap this entire time. Benjamin has the two of us dancing in his palm, knowing that this occurrence would happen.

Benjamin knew from the start that our principal was also a fan of our works and revealed our identities once we returned from the field trip without warning. It was an exemplary scheme and led us here inside the room. Sir Tsai used that chance for the benefit of the club and even brought a worthy opponent that we cannot fight against in an orthodox battle.

(It is a change of tense because this is the thoughts of Yuki, and she is explaining the events that have happened in the past. We are exploring her mind.)

We also have time constraints building up this project since the summer festival is around three months from now, including April. We almost have no time to prepare and gather enough people and work with us.

Even if we find someone, these students are busy with schoolwork. Since my circle of friends, excluding Nickson, are student council officers and exempted from attending classes.

For the first time in my life, I feel my mouth becoming muted, unable to retort or demand something of unequal value. I have planned on taking advantage of the situation if I would accept the proposal.

But with the principal intervening in the offer, I could not help but turn soundless.

Nickson does the same and stays still like a rock, admiring the book cover before him. I could even discern his eyes churning like a basketball, dribbling up and down wherever the comic book goes. While talking to us, the principal has our work throughout the conversation, which eventually distracts the mangaka.

This Korean guy is the type of person who would drool over to his beloved works, so observing this first-hand is not a surprise.

"If I may ask, what exactly are we going to do for the festival?" I say with my eyes glaring at his hands.

You would never believe what he has done to my sweet baby! The principal crumbles the pages with the volume gripping on his hand while thinking of a reply. The dean takes half a minute to rest the novel on the board and finally gives me a response.

That stressful event makes me as good as having a heart attack.

His eyebrows narrow to his nose as the dean thinks of a reply. With cold and sweaty hands, the principal grips the books and stands up from his seat. After a while, he returns my gaze and answers my question.

"We are constructing a building," The dean pronounces.

"I would agree because?" I raise my lashes while pondering the statement the dean has said.

"You will be the first person to visit the spa, and you can bring Roxanne with you if you like."

"Say no more." In an instant, I give him my approval and bow. My hand forces Nickson's back and makes him lower his head amidst these happenings.

I jerk my body backwards and hear a sudden thump coming from the door. All four of us glance at the other side upon hearing such sounds, only to find Roxanne peeping her head in the narrow space of the door.

"Did someone say spa?" I do not know why, but a familiar face appears at the sides, near the door. Roxy has made her way towards our club and barge into our room, gripping in her hands are the envelopes and documents she needs to finish for today. But her limited time has ended as the treasurer pulls her ear and drags her entire body through the bustling hallway.

Indescribable wallows resound through the corridors, even alerting the ongoing classes inside the study hall. It is a once in a lifetime scene of seeing the student council president crawling on the floor with someone pulling her earlobes.

We brush the thought aside and continue to our topic as if nothing has ever happened. It is better that way since everyone who knows my best friend would deem this a usual feat.

"Splendid! I will see you two in two months!" The principal clasps his hands with glee and leaves the room. His hurrying footsteps resound inside the club room, creating a tension of both awkward and funny at the same time.

However, we refuse to guffaw in our miseries and wallow in our salty tears. All our lips are curving downwards, almost hitting the ground, instead of a beam.

At the end of June, we need to do something about that event dedicated to us. But there is just one problem we forgot to consider.

"What are we supposed to do again?" I query our professor, Benjamin, for enlightenment.

The dean has forgotten to answer our question. He has skipped to the building and the spa, tempting us to agree even before hearing the complete details of our work.

That mistake is a grave miscalculation, and now we have to pay the price.

"The dean wanted you to create a live performance or play of a short story, with you two collaborating as a team." Our adviser confesses while scratching the remaining hazel-coloured moustache he has on the upper part of his lips.

"That team comprises other club members," Benjamin adds.

"You must be pulling my leg," Nickson waves his hand from both angles, showing how exaggerating the demands. After retracting both his limbs, he realises he has made a fool out of himself.

"The dean expects us to make a short play when neither of us has ever directed somebody before?" The mangaka adds and shouts.

I second Nickson's claim with my head nodding at his statement.

Professor Benjamin could only stare in silence, since the occurrence has escalated into the point of no return. We cannot go back to the dean and ask that we have changed our minds and will not attend the events.

I have nothing against the clubroom, and I would not care less about disbanding such an organisation. However, all students need to have at least one club throughout the semester.

There is no way I would join a sports club or any musical one since I am tone deaf with reading notes.

The last time I played the guitar was four years ago. As a growing kid, I thought that playing the string instrument would be a piece of cake, not until I placed my hands on the actual item. Upon strumming the first few strings, I heard a sudden strap of something splitting apart. I glanced at my sides and saw a thin cord flying away from me, together with the fly.

The two were both running away from my horrible tone. My parents and relatives proved me wrong when I destroyed the steel wire of the acoustic guitar.

I could still recall the fresh memory haunting me, like a phantom inside of my dreams. After remembering such an embarrassing scene, my body sends out an electric shock that wiggles four of my limbs.

"The show will last an hour." Benjamin stands up from his chair and pulls out a compilation of papers from the drawer.

He slams the documents on the board, assuming that we would read the entire thing.

"These pages contain all that you need to know about the event. We already informed the drama club and the music club to join with your sufferings, so make use of their members." Like an evil mage offering us a poisonous apple, our professor gives us a nod, telling us we already know the meaning behind his words.

"I will answer all of your expenses as long as you can provide me with a receipt. We still have some unused funds stored by the previous members of this club. With that said, we will make use of our resources." Sir Benjamin concludes what he is explaining while sliding the ten pages instructions towards our direction.

Nickson grabs hold of the documents and gives it a scan. With a nod, the Korean bloke confirms the data.

"Everything professor Benjamin said was on the mark." Nickson glides his finger and highlights the key points we need to know about the festival.

"Now that you knew these shenanigans, I would like you to leave and carry on with your manuscripts." Benjamin picks the pair of us and pushes our bodies outside.

But before we could leave the place, there is something on my mind that makes me feel curious about what he has brought up.

"You told us before that there were more members in this club?" I ask.

Without uttering a word, our adviser looks at the ground and lowers his head.

"Yes. But things happened, and I do not want to talk about it right now."