100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good morning. It's raining."

"Oh, it's raining"

The junior said as he shook his wet umbrella and dropped water droplets.

"But I don't know if it's a good day."

"I have physical education. I don't like being narrow."

I see.

If it's sunny, we can use the grounds, but if it's raining, we have to share the gymnasium in all the classes where we do physical education at the same time. Naturally, I guess I can move less.

Me, it's huge, and if we're going to play a game or something, I'm glad we can do a lot of it, and it's narrow and I don't have to spend a lot of energy on it.

"Well, I can't help but get down"

"Right."

The announcement flowed and a train came to the home.

On the train. I turned to the window in my usual place.

On the outside, the rain grains fall one after the other, and the inside of the window condenses due to the difference in temperature. When I rubbed the window at my fingertips, the transparent window showed the spirals behind me.

"It's 'A Question of the Day'. Sempa, do you like rain?

"Rain."

Sempa, I think I just looked out the window.

"Maybe I don't hate rain per se. Either that or I hate it when it's cold."

"It's so cold today, isn't it?"

I seriously considered weaving my jacket. I didn't really plan on walking outside, so I stopped.

"It's cold, it's hard to crawl out of the futon."

Damn, this guy.

"Sempa, you really like to sleep"

"There's no human being who doesn't like to sleep"

"Insomniac or something"

"Isn't that kind of 'I can't sleep if I want to'? I don't know because I've never been."

"I don't know."

Sometimes winter, my toes are cold and I can't sleep a bit.

"So, what about juniors? Rain lovers? In" One Question Today ""

Listen to me all the time, I didn't think about my answer.

Rain, rain...

I asked when it was, I remembered these words.

"The rain will stop one day..."

Hair up and speak slightly lower.

"It's a Ship Game"

You were.

"Um, I don't know."

"What?"

"No, sure, I don't like the place because of physical education or anything, but I mean, it's not hard."

That. I might be saying a lot of things.

"Rain is rain, or a bit of a good vibe,"

I don't know.

"Anyway, it's not hard in itself."

"Isn't that the answer with me? Don't puke."

I don't have a puck.

Once you realize it, it's just for now.

"By the way, Sempa. Can I have some candy?

"I hate candy"

Am I wrong?

Here, naturally, the conversation broke. There's nothing I can't tell you. I'll take out the new issue that arrived yesterday from the bag.

Take it out, I remember.

Speaking of which, I hated the rain. If it were me a month ago for such a reason, I would have mentioned it first. Until I took the book out, I didn't even notice.

Is that it? Do you even think that junior influences are coming out to this point?

"I remember."

I rarely recall a broken conversation from my side.

As a junior who was starting to mess with his smartphone, he stares at this one with a surprised look. I can light it up when I can stare so straight.

"Rain, I hated it"

"Ha. He said he didn't hate you earlier."

"That's a lie"

"That's a breach of contract."

"That was the truth in that moment of answer. I mean, the book was flying out of my head."

Book (...) Unexpectedly, the book (...) thing flew clean and refreshing from my head.

While I was talking to this guy, I totally forgot about the book on paper, which is rain-fed, vulnerable to water wetness.

"Book? Does it matter?

"It's huge. You read the book at home? You're taking the train, right?

Juniors look like they don't know.

"So, if it's a small station, the roof of the home is only too tight, and you're gonna hit it a little bit."

"Is it raining?

"Yes, the rain."

That's how mundane it is.

"Don't you want to hit the book?

She blinks with her pussy. My eyelashes go up and down.

"Eh. Um. Wait. For a moment, right? It's just a few drops, right?

"Well."

"Would you like to dry right away? It's warm on the train."

Mmm...

"That's not the problem... not there..."

"I found out that Sempa is making a lot of books."

Like an inadmissibility, says junior.

"First, if you don't want to get wet, why don't you put it in the bag?"

"You don't want to close it in a good place or anything!

"You're a tough guy. You don't have to read it anymore."

"I've decided to read a book on the train."

"Now what? It's on the train."

Junior did.

"Who do you think erased the peace of my school hours?"

Thanks to you, I've been reading less lately.

"Who is it?

"It's you!

"I know. But now I think I've been talking to you a lot."

The junior flickers the smartphone in his hand and appeals to me that I was watching this.

Ah. Not good.

"Sempa (...), you wanted to be with me, didn't you?

Exquisitely unpleasant rhetoric. You can't get away with this.

"It's not a mistake, but come on"

"Right?

"... Yes"

Also lost.

Besides, while we were arguing, a train arrived at the station. My reading time...

It sucks. Not at all.