100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior
Day 1: "What do you say your name is?
"Um..."
I was called out from behind just then when I took a regular deposit out of my pocket in an attempt to get the ticket out of the nearest station.
"I dropped this. Shen Pai (...)"
Drop something? Me?
I have the regular pack in my hand, and the smartphone is in my pocket, and I couldn't have dropped the manuscript because it's in my bag.
The fact that you're speaking to me must be mine. I turned around.
On the little palm offered for this one, there's something black on it.
Definitely. My favorite, wireless earpiece. I'm sure it came off, around removing it from my ear and into my pocket.
"Ah, it's mine. Thank you."
If we lose this, we'll have plain trouble. Even if you look for it, it's hopeless, and if you don't, it can force a lot of inconvenience. The spare part that follows the earphone body is for sizing, so if you change it, it will even change the attachment comfort.
I shrugged my palm and received a silicone earpiece so that I would never drop it again.
"Yes, Sempa (...)"
Speaking of which, just now, like they said, "senior."
When I raised my gaze, he picked up my drop, and I saw it with the woman in front of me.
"I'm a junior. It doesn't have to be a tribute, does it?
That's what she says and tilts her little neck, should I say it again? For once, it was a face I knew.
Oh, my God, because you're wearing the same school uniform as me.
There are two nearby routes and two stations at the high school I go to.
Most students use this one because one is on the front entrance, and the distance is short.
The other is unpopular because it is faster to get out of the back door, but it walks quite a bit and has an up-down. Or no one uses it at all.
What I use is the latter route. 'Cause there's no transfer from the nearest station in the house. I'll put it that way.
When I enrolled last April and found out my classmates didn't have users on the same route, I was pretty sad. Although, I got used to it right away.
If you live in the capital, if you use it - a smartphone? Well said, it's quite convenient not to bowl in with friends on the way to school if you only split the fact that you're lonely. You can immerse yourself in reading, or you can mess with your phone when you don't feel like it. Even the noise cancelling earphones stick in my ear, even the sound of a train gatangoton doesn't bother me that much.
So - I was so glad to see the same high school uniform I had at the nearest of the house this April's opening day. I said I wasn't alone.
Though.
Though I was surprised the moment I saw the back of getting into a brand new blazer, with a shiny school bag, in a decent position, through one of my neighboring doors from where I always use it.
Once the routine had begun, the inspiring experience had also degenerated into just a background: if one school year was different, the classes would never be together. If we don't get together in clubs or committees or something, it's just someone else in red whose school is just the same.
Soon the exhilaration disappeared and school time came back to read the book with earphones stuck in my ears.
Speaking of things unusual, yeah. As I looked up at the chapters and chapters of the novel and checked which station it was now, so much so that I had a habit of checking if she was still on that day.
So.
The name is - I don't know. Years, if you're not studying abroad or something, you're under one of mine.
I go to the same school as I do. The train that goes, it's always with me.
That's about all I know about her.
I'm finally touring, a chance to talk naturally. If I missed this opportunity, I just thought I wouldn't have a chance to talk to this guy for the rest of my life, and I couldn't miss it.
There's no one using this route at all at my school, and that's why there's so many of them.
Now the two of us are next to vending machines as soon as we leave the ticket.
Are you going to thank me, Sempa bought me juice, so I gratefully received it. Make a lot of noise, seniors open the can.
"Uh, it fits a lot, right?"
"My name isn't Sempa, though. Seniors who go to the same high school or whatever the seniors mean in life, I think it fits."
Uniform, it's the same, isn't it? I mean, in the morning, you ride at the same station and get off at the same station.
"Great ~"
When I made him laugh, the senior looked disgusted for some reason. Uh, my smile, is it that bad?
"So, what can I do for you? Junior."
"Oh, that's nice. The way you call it. My name isn't" yes, "either."
When Sempa drank all the cider in her hand and put it in the trash, she took up the bag she had left at her feet.
I haven't even opened the can yet.
"I said thank you for the earpiece. If you don't need me, I'm leaving."
"Wah-wah! Wait a minute, please."
Wrinkle between your eyebrows and turn around gently.
"Uh, right..."
If I let you get away here, it's over. I feel that way.
"This train - the one that uses the Hamakyu Line, isn't it?"
"So?"
"It's my high school to get off at this station, right?"
"So?"
"Let's interact more! Wouldn't it be a shame not to talk about anything even though you have contacts because of it!
"That's all?"
The shen-laden frown rises a little and gives me a look that looks unexpected.
A little more, is it?
"There are a little over 100 million people in Japan and 7 billion people in the world, right? I don't want to have to deal with everyone, but I can't do that. So..."
I will cough this up and go on.
"I want to hang out with as many people as possible who are going to be able to get a little closer to you. I am."
You picked up the earpiece, junior.
I appreciate that in itself, but that should be the end of it.
Seniors and juniors from the same school. There's just one different grade.
It's an unlimited thin connection, so thank you and I'll buy you some juice.
I'm glad to hear that.
I don't know, she's tangled up with me. Speaking on SNS, I've been talking a lot after "excuse me from outside FF," and I'm like, "Can I follow you if you don't mind?" Does it feel like they're saying? "
"So let's do more. We have about half an hour to get to school, right? What a waste of time."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't care what that is."
"'Cause you don't know anything about me, junior?
The moment I said it, I felt her two eyes glow hard.
Like I shouldn't have said this, she feels like she was waiting for me to throw up this dialogue.
"'Cause you've always read books, haven't you?"
Returned in a similar style. Is that all you got?
"Well, you're free, aren't you? On the train."
"Why a book? You can have a smartphone."
A smartphone? No.
"When it's a smartphone, it really only comes around with information to the best of my knowledge. I like the moment I know I don't know, and reading is the best way to do it."
"Heh..."
I'm just supposed to be alive for only a year, but when I get the title "senior," what I say sounds kind of great, maybe.
At least, in front of me, she seemed impressed with my quote.
"I'm always free on the train."
"Then you can read the book."
She sighed.
"I'm drunk."
"If you can get drunk on books, aren't you happy?
"Chi Ga Yi Ma Su! I get drunk on vehicles, not sentences! Isn't that obvious?"
I rarely get drunk, so I can read, whether it's a train or a boat. Thanks for the parental genes!
"Sempa, if you truly appreciate me, be my talker while I go to school!
"No, I don't know anything."
Also, junior's eyes glow.
"I don't know, so let's talk. Sempa, you like to know things you don't, so you read books, right?
Got hit.
They did it perfectly.
"I want to know, too. Can you tell me?
Ugh. I regret it.
"Yes......"
"Yes. Well said. It's good to admit defeat immediately."
"Because I didn't lose to juniors. Because I just lost what I said."
"Isn't that one of yours?
"It's okay..."
Farewell, my peaceful school hours...
All right. Checkmate.
You can't get away with this, can you? I want you to go to school with me and not get bored.
"Well, then, Sempa. Thank you every day from now on." "
Besides. I'll even give you a wink.
Even so, I'm just a little confident in my appearance.
"Yes......"
Seems so regrettable to have been intercepted by juniors, and I haven't heeded your reply since just now.
This could be your chance now.
"Senpai. I want to know. Sempa, you should want to know something unknown about me. So let's make a promise."
"Promise?"
"Yes. It's a promise. Let's decide we can ask each other, just one question a day. You have to answer that question completely and honestly."
"Heh."
I'm out of my mind after all I've done, and I've only responded raw.
Keep going, let's push it off. I'm sure this opportunity won't come around anymore.
"Yes, let's loosen up."
"Oh, hey, I didn't hear much about your promise. Wow, I have a bad feeling about that."
Yu Bi Bi Ri Sen. - If I were you, I would - Rinsenbo's. I feel loose.
Here's the deal. I do not admit objections.
"So, Sempa. What do you say your name is?
I'm not willing to call you anything other than "Shinpai" anyway, but as a courtesy, I'll put the first question to this.
"Oh, you're getting involved without knowing that..."
"Because you don't know my name, do you?
"Well, yeah."
"I've been on the train with you since April, isn't it terrible?"
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"So?"
Your name prompts you to:
"Oh. I'm Keita Inguchi. It's fat and 'kicked'."
"Heh. That's quite a congratulatory name."
"I know you're complimenting me, but the way I say it sounds like I'm stirring something up! Disgusting!"
"Oh, my name is Makoto Uyama. Regards, Sempa!
"Oh......"
Well. Is this what it is for today?
And I bowed carefully unto him, and began to walk unto the house.
"Senpai, juice. Welcome. See you tomorrow, it is!
Tomorrow morning, I'm so excited.