I immediately ran to the student council room after seeing the notice on the bulletin board.

Bang!

“President!”

“…Huh? Who…?”

As I energetically opened the door and entered, I found Arnett sitting at a grand study desk, studying.

She looked at me with wide eyes, tilting her head in confusion.

“It’s Ken Feinstein.”

“Ken? …Is that really you, Ken Feinstein?!”

I was used to people not recognizing my face, so as soon as I mentioned my name, Arnett jumped up in surprise.

“I heard you’ve changed your appearance….”

Arnett's reaction was quite different from before.

Not only was her face …