'Ah, so she's that Yoshizawa.' "What made you transfer to Shujin?"
That's a statement I've heard him give many times." "You can tell me whatever you want, Kasumi. It's not a happy one." Her voice wasn't pained, but Keiko couldn't help but feel she was acting a little bit. "Oh, I'm not sure that's a story you'd like to write. "Well, I can start with that if you'd like." "I've never been interviewed before! My sister would be so proud." Somehow, Kasumi brightened up even further. "So, Kobayakawa sent you to be me because he thought a story on your transfer would be good for the school paper. At the very least, this would be an easy interview. You may call me Kasumi." She gave a bright, friendly smile. Always be friendly until you don't have to be. I like to be on a first-name basis with everyone in the school." That was one rule of journalism that Keiko followed. "You must be Yoshizawa-san," Keiko bowed as well. "Principal Kobayakawa asked me to stop by." "Come in," Keiko said, hoping her voice didn't bear the annoyed tone she usually spoke with.Īn athletic reddish-brown-haired girl, short, but still taller than Keiko, with a bright red bow in her hair, wearing the black blazer and black skirt that made up their school uniform, stood before her. It was the best Her Excellence in Incompetence could muster on short notice. In reality, it was little more than a closet converted into a tiny office. Calling it the newspaper office was a bit of a joke. There was a knock on the newspaper office door. It wasn't often the school had a new honor student, even if Keiko didn't like being used as public relations. She still told him to send the gymnast, Yoshizawa, in her direction after he was done. He changed the subject immediately, so of course, she was more interested in the other student. He'd even reached out to Keiko about one of them, an honor student and gymnast that would "surely help put Shujin on the map." Keiko asked about the other student. Kobayakawa had scheduled a couple appointments with new students. Unfortunately, the school wasn't empty today. She worked best in silence or with a podcast in the background. The one good thing about Sundays was the school was usually empty. Shujin didn't have a track team anymore, and even if they did, they wouldn't let a girl on it. She didn't have much use for sports except for running. Those were Principal Kobayakawa's words, not Keiko's. It would make her barebones operation ever the more expensive, taking money from the school's crowning jewel volleyball team. She couldn't imagine what Prisspants in Chief would do to her if she started recruiting more staff. Still, she barely got an InDesign subscription approved through the Student Council's budgeting process. Sunday production was a pain in the ass, and it would be much easier if she had a staff, Keiko knew.
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