100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Whew..."

Nem.

Although it's usual for me to be sleepy in the morning, I wake up 10 minutes earlier than usual today, so I feel like I'm only getting more drowsy for that.

I've been drinking coffee at home as usual. Still, the core of my head is blurry.

I woke up 10 minutes early to make one train faster when I was going to school.

The junior who suddenly called from behind yesterday, though I don't know why, seems to want to have a conversation with me.

Before I know it, promises like "just one question a day, each other, absolutely answer questions" - no, I no longer remember being made to make a contract, because of you. Did you say his name was... Mount Rice?

The two of us, seniors and juniors, very unwillingly, have the nearest station in common at home. In addition, from April to September...... we recognize each other that for about 4 months, minus the summer vacation, we are on the same vehicle on more or less the same train, unless there is anything special.

These days, if you get on the usual train in this situation, it is decided that at that moment you will suffer from her poisonous fangs and be interrogated about all the things that are going on. My school hours were for peaceful reading, and I want to continue to be.

I narrowed my mind to a lack of wisdom.

Proposal 1. Change position to board the train. In other words, you can expect to get away from her by throwing away the advantage that the ticket is close when you get off and, conversely, getting in far away from it.

This was rejected after several brain simulations.

Although salaried men are about to wear a suit jacket, boys' high school students still typically attend school with one short sleeve shirt. Her eyesight wouldn't be so bad that she couldn't find her white upper body in a black herd of commuter rushes.

Proposal 2. Deviate train time.

Later than usual increases the risk of being late, and I can think of her ambushing me at the station as she was. It's a faster train than usual if you're going to stray.

In my head, a pitiful figure of a junior looking around for me until late critical time, not even knowing I had already left, floated as if watching. BGM, of course, has the song blaring when it won the game's battle.

This is the only way.

That's why I got to the station only 10 minutes earlier than usual and waited for the train to come.

That one on the way home yesterday was just a little gear crazy on some kind of clap. Leave those juniors alone and my peaceful school will be back again from today. No, he hasn't even left.

That happened, so I've been re-selecting the book in the bag today. I brought a web novel bookmaking piece, somewhat bulkier in size than a literary book, that teases your head and makes you feel like fun. If this is about it, I'll probably be able to read it on my way home. I resent my reading speed all the time when I think about cost performance.

When I took out the book and tried to open the first page.

I was breathing so much in my right ear that I almost accidentally removed the book from the tickle.

"Shh, shh."

A voice I thought I wouldn't hear today was calling me in the back.

Hehe.

You tried to escape me by shifting one bottle, but you didn't, Senbei.

"Hey?"

I spoke from the right back, but Sempa turned purposefully to me.

Huh. I had my finger out where it was going to hit my cheek because of this.

"Good morning, Sempa"

"Why, there you are, you"

You look as if you visited even at the end of the world. I keep my eyes open in the back of my glasses.

"It's awful to call you a cute junior."

"Because I don't care about that"

"Why... you've just come home, right?

It's more predictable that you'll be running out of time than that.

"Damn... my effort..."

Oh. He's getting hit again, this guy.

"Soon, there will be a train on line 3. Dangerous, please step back inside the yellow line"

"Look, Sempa. The train is coming. Let's ride."

Lost again.

Junior in front of me - by the way, the moment I got in, I looked natural and secured the door lateral space. That's where I was standing when I read - and I lost again. I mean, I got fucked in.

I'm glad I turned from the left with the coping imprinted when I was in elementary school. Still, it is one win and two losses. One of those wins is too much of a winner.

Why are you predicting this? I'm scared.

"Is that a stalker?

My heart's voice, it's leaking.

"Sempa, I'm not a stalker, and I'm not a yandere for anything. Rest assured."

"I'm pretty fucked just because I'm not aware of that kind of guy"

"He said it was a good idea. I've never seen you do anything like this before. Take responsibility, will you?

"What?"

"No, no, it's a joke, a joke. Don't take it properly."

Junior takes his eyes off me and coughs one up.

"Mmm. I missed the point."

"Whose fault is it"

"We don't have much time, so you get to the point first. My question today is this."

"Do you have any extracurricular activities?

"Shut up!

No, no, no, no. This question is no good.

On a day when I have answered this, school hours alone don't fit in, and even school dropout times are eroded.

It's about this woman anyway, so even if she's silent, it feels like she's going to look it up in a few days, but I still don't like it.

But the junior in front of me even knew I was going to answer this.

I smiled and tried to chase him.

"Um, Shenbai. One question a day was the rule to answer completely honestly, right?

I knew it wasn't that promise, a dream or a delusion...

I don't like it. I won't admit it. It's a promise. Claim invalidity.

"Me, I don't really remember when I made that promise?

"What, you wanted Harrison Bon, Sempa? Say it quickly. In Okinawa, they say abasar or something and put it in miso soup, and I'm sure it's a good idea. See, neurons that have lost their memory after eating fish spirals also start to feel good about being activated with EPA or something. Come with us to Tsukiji and buy it on your way home today."

I'm more scared you're calculating "I'll drink Harrison Bon" to make it happen, not kidding!

"with the Library Committee... is the student chairman"

"Huh? I didn't hear you"

It was the first time I saw a confusing color floating in this woman's face.

"So. The library committee and the president of the student council. I didn't do the club. Are you satisfied with this?

"I know the librarian, but Sempa is the student chairman? The student chairman of my high school has the degree of communal power to silence me without the nearest speaking to me? Isn't there someone more competent? I mean, high school, is that what you're messing with?

Whoa, that's pretty bad for you to say.

"Bye, Makoto-kun Miyama"

When I called the full name I somehow remembered, he looked so unexpected.

"Do you know what the student chairman is doing?

"Isn't the overwhelming holder of power the student chairman, like being able to cow the school out of the shadows and leave all students with one voice to their thoughts?

"It's about the world of fiction."

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

For the first time, I think I took one from this junior. I took one bottle, so I'm not talking about anything.

"I mean, it's a position to that extent. Even with" Student Chairman "."

Perhaps the biggest job is to "send" a graduation ceremony. Interacting with other schools? Student roundup? I've never done that before. All the members of the student council will do what is necessary. The student chairman is the top of the ornament.

"I mean, you're human to that extent, Sempa."

"Ugh. Something that people care a little about."

In fact, when a classmate almost walks into the athletic department and sees him sweating like he does every day, he lies when he says he doesn't feel anxious. That's "healthy" and "common" high school students, and I was wondering if this one is a "slightly different" geek.

I used to wonder if it would have been better to mix over there, be one of the constituents of the athletic department, and spend the usual "youth". As much as that, I once told myself that I should stay here because I wished I didn't want to be buried.

In the end, there is no right answer to life. My chosen path is everything. Lately, I've come to think of it this way.

"Senpai?

My junior cares about this one a little uneasy.

"Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking. Sorry."

"You have such a good nerve to trip a cute junior into thinking before. Don't you care so much about me? Yesterday, you went all the way to talk about your exploration of the unknown so fervently?

"I don't remember telling you that much."

Hey, is that too disgusting?

Quite a distance packing method is a difficult one. But, well, I'm glad you didn't seem angry.

"Look, I've done my best. Don't you ever ask me?

"You're already half past my precious school hours..."

The indications that came out on the train door do indicate the area.

"If you want me to ask you that much, I'll ask you. Junior, are you in some kind of club or something?

"Uh, do I have to tell you all about it?

"You're the one who suggested the conversation. And I don't know if that's a promise. Shall we stick together in a Harrison bong pot?

Yes, sir.

I'm in the art department.

"Can you paint, paint?

"It's a crowd. It's not that good."

Plus, I've hardly been there lately, and I'll add in my mind.

Originally, I was not willing to go into the longer part of my detention. With certain fellow clubs, I've been dating for a long time and it's not very funny.

If that were the case, I thought it would be more fun for the ghost members to get into a loose enough club to be forgiven, relax, and interact with a variety of people.

"Next time, show me. You can even paint Harrison Bonn. Oh, not the artist, but the fish."

"... I'll consider it"

Can you draw such a thing on me after all?

Next time, why don't we go to the aquarium and have a look? Harrison Bonn.

Every cancer.

When the conversation breaks off, the sound of a train that you never cared about before suddenly comes into your ear.

Mm-hmm. I'm still full of it, you're a bad talker. Still, it's my second day of talking.

When I take the lead in the conversation, fine, but when I take a full offensive turn, it will be over soon. That's a challenge for the future, this.

And, as I am sinking into the sea of thought, I am taking out a book and beginning to read it sometime during the period.

I can't give up any more. Reject future conversations! Does it feel like it?

Well, I'm done with the question for today, and that would be nice.

"Tomorrow, thank you. Shen Pai" "

Words whispered smaller probably didn't reach their full ears, and they were wiped out by the sound of trains running their tracks.