I am the Entertainment Tycoon

As the clock struck 9 pm, the first Yukihime Club Festival officially came to an end. The students, who had poured their energy and creativity into making the event a success, now faced the less glamorous task of cleaning up their club venues. Though exhaustion tugged at their limbs, the sense of accomplishment from the past two days drove them to see their duties through to the end.

The sky, once lit up with the final burst of fireworks, was now a deep indigo, dotted with stars. The vibrant energy of the festival had dissipated, leaving the school grounds quieter, save for the sound of chatter and laughter as students began the process of dismantling their booths.

In the area once filled with the sweet aroma of delicacies, the members of the Delicious Food Fan Club were busy scrubbing down their cooking stations. Pots and pans clanged together as they were washed and stacked away. The club's president, a tall boy with a chef's hat still perched on his head, supervised the cleanup with a weary smile. "Let's make sure we leave this kitchen spotless," he encouraged, his voice hoarse from hours of talking and directing. His words were met with nods of agreement as the members wiped down counters and packed away ingredients.

Nearby, the Art 101 Club members carefully took down their shared painting experiences and packed up the few artworks that weren't sold and that had drawn crowds throughout the festival. Canvases were stacked neatly, and brushes were washed with care. The delicate splashes of color that had brightened the lakeside would soon be memories, but the students knew that their creations would find new homes, perhaps even inspiring future artists.

Over in the gymnasium, where the Martial Arts Club had held their thrilling demonstrations, the scene was one of quiet efficiency. Mats were rolled up and stored away, while the members, still clad in their gi, exchanged tired but satisfied smiles. The ring, which had been the center of so much action, was quickly disassembled, the echoes of cheering crowds fading into the past. The club's captain, a senior with a steely gaze, led the effort, his movements deliberate and precise, much like his fighting style.

The Theater Club members, who had enchanted audiences with their performances, now worked to clear their stage. Costumes were packed into trunks, and props were carefully stored. The curtains that had been drawn open to reveal worlds of imagination were now being pulled shut, signaling the end of their festival journey. The club's director, a petite girl with an air of authority, made sure every detail was accounted for, her mind already racing with ideas for their next production.

Elsewhere on campus, the Manga Mania Club and Anime Chibi Club were also in the midst of cleanup. The Manga Mania Club members, who had drawn crowds to their escape room and art exhibition, carefully gathered up the paraphernalia of their attractions. The escape room's props, including the parchment-like clues and hidden compartments, were collected with the same meticulous care with which they had been set up. The art pieces, some of which had been sold to visitors, were packed up, and the remaining works were stored away, awaiting the next time they would be displayed.

In the Anime Chibi Club's venue, the remnants of the cosplay contest and karaoke stage were being put away. The costumes, some elaborate and others simple, were hung on racks, ready to be returned to their owners. The microphones and speakers, which had amplified the joyful singing of anime theme songs, were carefully disconnected and stored. The club members, who had spent the day in vibrant cosplay, now returned to their regular attire, though their faces still bore traces of the excitement they had felt.

As the various clubs worked to restore the campus to its usual state, the student council remained in action. Aurora, the vice president, was stationed at the main entrance, ensuring that all booths were dismantled and that nothing was left behind. Her sharp eyes missed nothing, and she occasionally offered a word of encouragement to the students passing by, knowing how hard they had all worked.

Vivian, the student council president, moved between the different areas of the school, her presence a reassuring constant. Though she had her hands full with overseeing the cleanup, her thoughts were already on the tasks that awaited her back at the student council office. The final tally of the festival's earnings, the ranking of the clubs, and the distribution of rewards - there was still much to be done. But for now, she focused on ensuring that the festival's conclusion was as smooth as its opening had been.

Brenda, the chief of justice, patrolled the grounds with an air of quiet authority, making sure that everything was in order. She checked that the exchange currency machines were securely retrieved and that the collected funds were carefully transported to the school safe. Her attention to detail was unmatched, and she worked closely with the school's security staff to ensure that every yen was accounted for.

Carolla, the treasurer, was in the student council room, her fingers flying over a calculator as she began to make preliminary calculations of the festival's profits. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, but there was a small smile on her lips-everything was adding up nicely, and the festival had been a financial success.

Hanako, the public relations representative, was helping to coordinate the cleanup efforts, her phone in hand as she kept track of which areas had been cleared and which still needed attention. Her usually lively demeanor was subdued, reflecting the collective fatigue that had settled over the campus, but she kept her spirits up by reminding herself that the hardest part

Was over.

Umaru, the secretary, moved quietly through the school, checking off tasks on her clipboard. She was already thinking ahead to tomorrow when the clubs would return to disassemble their attractions more thoroughly. For now, though, she was focused on ensuring that the school was in good shape for Monday's classes.

As the last of the club members finished their tasks, the school grounds began to empty. The students, tired but content, gathered their belongings and began to head home. The once- bustling festival grounds were now quiet, save for the occasional murmur of conversation and the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.

The student council girls gathered one last time at the school safe, double-checking that everything was secure. Vivian gave the final nod of approval, and with that, their responsibilities for the night were officially over.

As they left the school together, the six girls shared a sense of camaraderie and relief. The festival had been a success, and they had seen it through to the end. Now, they would retreat to Vivian's house for a well-deserved sleepover, where they would finish calculating the festival's profits and determine the final club rankings. The excitement of the past two days still buzzed in their minds, but the promise of rest and relaxation was a welcome thought. The school gates closed behind them, and the Yukihime High School campus was left in peaceful silence, awaiting the return of its students for another day of learning and growth. The festival was over, but the memories it created would linger long after the last piece of confetti had been swept away.

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