100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"I didn't know anything about it."

Morning station. We meet in the usual place. No, they told me this.

"It's the first time I've heard of an athletic party next week."

Oh. Is that the story? Our athletic party is shadowy, so we can't help it. I mean, when you get to high school, sporting events are no longer a hassle.

For once, the student council is supposed to host it, so I'm going to have to talk to them, too.

"You didn't see the schedule?

The one to be handed out at the beginning of the semester.

"I saw it! I saw it, but I didn't think it said that much."

It's your fault.

Or that's what a schedule is.

"Come on, let's go around with the stars."

"Hey."

If a manuscript like that comes up, I'm confident I'll put red in it fast.

"Really? Fair enough. I haven't decided on what to do yet, but what kind of operation?"

"It should be decided in today's homeroom, like it was"

"Why aren't you confident? It's the head of the student council."

"That's why I'm not practicing."

High-conscious student council members can do something about it.

"Do you have a recommended event?

"You seem to be what you want."

"Aren't you going through all this?

"I'm desperate to pick something that looks easy."

"... Something's up, isn't it? Aren't you looking forward to it?

"It's harder being left in the sun all the time."

Oh, but hey, I'm the student chairman this year, so I can stay in the tent...?

"I can't believe it's funny, it's about a story frame event to the end. You know, borrowings."

Such an unmotivated athletic event, but only a borrowing race is (...) powerful.

They're going to be thrown into the lottery box, where they're going to recruit every "topic" from all the school students, 10 classes a school year, and 30 classes of humans twisted their heads together. That would cause a chaotic world to spread. For once, that's not ethically good, or impossible, something like that seems to be saved by the hands of the student council.

... Apparently. I'm a student council, too.

"Then I will go into that borrowing competition"

Juniors laugh mischievously.

Seriously?

"If you pull a weird question, you'll have to fill it up."

"I don't like it..."

"Responsibility, please take it?

Let's hope your junior draws a decent subject at best. Because when it felt like last year, about half of it was decent. The other half, though the title box was on a level that looked like Pandora's box.

Though. It's not all bad. Until the train gets near the school, the other half.

Keep talking about athletic events like this and ask, "Which event are you going to be in? Let me ask you something like that, and you won't have to find out my class today.

Recruiting topics from all school students, borrowing races. Sounds interesting.

and. I glanced slightly out the window and took a light sigh of sigh. The train just stopped at the station.

This is, that's it.

At this rate, I forget about yesterday. That's what you think.

"I mean, you decide what the event is in today's homeroom. You could be a little quicker."

Our high school does a long home room once a week, Thursday. So I hear a lot of contact there.

Nothing, I don't have to make up my mind a week ago, I think I should have made up my mind a long time ago.

"Don't forget if you don't make it last minute."

What does that mean?

"Uh, I mean, if you decide not too long ago, they're going to have people who don't know which events they're going to be in."

"You're an asshole"

"He's an asshole."

That's the extent of the event, the high school athletic event.

Okay. The voltage line is over. Time to collect.

"Well, that's a 'question of the day'. Where is the home room full of shen?

My home room is upstairs.

"Don't deceive me"

The voice that came out of my throat, I was very stunned and surprised.

"How many classes are there?"

"It's Group G..."

"Great."

It's not a healing pill.

Sempa, but she looked like she was carrying both giving up and shuddering.

I thought I got through it.

In the future, it meant I could be eroded until my lunch break or after school. I don't mind because I haven't done a lot of things anyway, but I just don't like being seen with weird eyes around me. I'm a cautious man.

Well, but.

I talked about this all the time while I was at school, and I didn't even know each other's classes at school, and it felt somewhat unnatural, and it wasn't bad, and I have a strong feeling that this happened as much as possible.

For once, even from me.

"Well, so am I." A Question of the Day. "

Junior, take a good look at this one.

If I could take the ladder off here, it'd be interesting. I couldn't even think of an affordable question like that.

"Junior, where's the class?

"I'm in group A. It's Class A."

"That's kind of cool to say. Like a biohazard."

"Who is the pathogen"

I didn't mean to, but I feel like I've been in contact with this guy, "infected" with him, and then my behavior's a lot more active. Maybe the junior is a biowoman like that, because I remember having parasites like parasitic beetles, piloting them to go over leaves and feeding them to sheep. What kind of sacrifice do I get?

"I'm a junior. It's junior fungus."

"Sounds like muscle."

"Such a muscle?

"Come on? I don't know"

Don't you know?

After school. When the home room was also over.

From junior year, LINE came.

Hold your head, stick it against your desk, twist only your neck to the side, and look at your smartphone.

Maha-run ♪: Hello

Maha-run: Buji, it's a borrowing competition.

Keita Inguchi: Me too... how could you...

I held my head, just one more time.