100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

Morning. In the midst of all this, I could see my pillow smartphone ringing.

First, once. It then rang several times in a row.

Five minutes later. The sound of the alarm I set sounded and I woke up. Outside the window, the wind is making noises. Oh, it's a typhoon.

I'm getting an e-mail. It's Mairis, the school's simultaneous delivery. The timestamp is perfect for 6 o'clock. My chest grows louder even if I don't respond. Read.

The title is, "[Urgent] About Handling Classes of the Day". Is this coming? Do you want to close school?

I read it.

When I caught sight of the contents, I said, "I'll take the morning off because I had a storm alarm at 6: 00. If it stays out until 9: 00, I'll take the afternoon off, so I'll call you back. Then you guys be careful. Yikes".

Speaking of which, I think the same thing happened last year and I clapped it out the same way.

Until 9: 00, we still have three hours. Do you want to go back to sleep?

Maha-run ': Good morning!

Mahalu: Good night in the morning.

Maha-run ': Congratulations

Though I'm a little happy when I run out of schools that I thought I'd have to go.

More than that, today, when I think I have nothing to talk about on the morning train, I get rusty.

10 minutes after sending the line. The reads remain untouchable. I should probably be checking the texts from school, but did I fall asleep again?

Not at all. It's all I have.

Maha-run: Good night.

The alarm I called back sounds and I wake up. The time is 10 minutes before 9: 00.

I decided to sparkle with the weather information page from now until 9: 00. Weather check as soon as you wake up, my God. The wind is making a strong noise out the window as if it were going to blow up my boring story. Probably still out there...... ok. Around Kanto, the letter "Storm Alert" is leaping in the red.

All right. This one.

Once you return to the home screen, you will notice that a LINE notification has arrived. When I opened it, it was from junior year. The timestamp is around 6: 00. Looks like he was coming at the time of an email from the school earlier. I don't know if I'm gonna give it back...

Open the curtain a little and look out the window. It's the rain that's weakening, and it seems to be falling softly with its usual strength, but the wind is still raging very badly. That's how it goes. Ten more minutes, no, just five. Run for it. Meteorological Agency, read the air. If you want to disarm it, make it 9: 01. Let's get started, and at that time, is that enough? I thought, I just need you to make the timestamp a minute later than 9: 00. Please.

and in Tokyo with the headquarters of the Meteorological Agency...... where? Chiyoda-ku? Well, either way, I'll send a precaution to Tokyo. Dear rep, please.

Update the alarm information every minute 10 times while repeating the earthquake to Tokyo. Finally, the hour of judgment (9 a.m.) came. My fingers tremble when I tap on my smartphone screen.

Yeah, you're just fine. There you go.

Storm alert in progress.

Suspension decision

Complete victory.

All right. I'm going to bed.

Keita Inguchi: Good night -

After 9: 00, the school texted me again. The storm alarm will not be lifted as of 9 a.m., so the school is closed today. Be very careful of your safety.

I see. You're off.

What shall we do? I didn't think of anything because I thought that school was something anyway.

In the meantime, let's line up full.

That's what I thought and opened the app, but Sempa, I'm asleep again. I mean, I'm declaring to sleep. You really like to sleep. Do you mean the futon is my lover? Already.

You don't know what they're doing while you're asleep, do you?

I close a talk full of spices and open a talk with another.

Maha-run: Good morning.

Maha Run: Can I ask you today?

Mahalu: The school got a good night's sleep due to a typhoon.

I immediately got a read-out and got a response.

Keiko Inguchi: Oh, Makoto.

Keiko Inguchi: You're always welcome.

Maha-run ': Thank you

Yes, they are your mother. Last week, when I was a grandfather, I was replacing the line for some reason.

Then a little bit, I was lightly pampered.

Keiko Inguchi: Nevertheless. It's a typhoon, so be very careful, okay?

Maha-run: Yes.

Keiko Inguchi: Shall we wake Keita?

Keiko Inguchi: He won't be up till noon anyway.

Maha-run: Oh, please don't tell me all about it.

Either way, you'll never come out of "It's a School Close for Safety" or something.

Then until I go. It's the only way.

Keiko Inguchi: Okay.

Keiko Inguchi: Well, let me know again when you get there.

Keiko Inguchi: I'll sneak you open.

This guy's a mother full of things, too, I think.

Maha-run ': Thank you......!

Maha-run: I'll probably ask you in about an hour.

Keiko Inguchi: Yes

By then, the wind will have weakened somewhat. According to the news, the typhoon itself seems to have passed already. It could be nice weather this afternoon.

Okay. Let's get ready, shall we?

We stopped by the supermarket on the way and arrived at Sempa's. Rain and wind, it wasn't much of a big deal.

Maha-run: We're here.

Keiko Inguchi: I'm coming.

"Hello -. Thank you for the sudden."

"No. I'm glad Makoto's here."

And I shook the apron, which I had removed from the bag, and asked my mother.

"By the way. Can I borrow your kitchen?

The door opened and I woke up.

I felt like the footsteps that followed were a little different from my mother's.

"Shen Pai!!

That's crazy.

I can hear people who aren't supposed to be here. It's a dream, isn't it?

"Sempa, it's morning! Or it's noon!

With my shoulders rocked, I couldn't keep my eyes open.

It was her face, bigger than I thought, that showed in her bare-eyed blurry vision.

"Close."

"Sempa, I think you should have naked eyes after all"

I took the glasses in the fixed position by hand and put them on.

"Good Morning"

"Why Apron?

She was wearing a blue apron. Exactly, you didn't have it.

"Why, have a breakfast full of sesame seeds"

"You used the kitchen well."

"I've exchanged lines with your mother."

When did you do that?

Let's go.

That said, Junior grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the dining room.

Is that it? You want to grab it to the stomach?

"By the way, it's a question of the day."

In the dining room, says the junior sitting at the table across the street.

"What do you usually eat for breakfast when you're full?

Coffee.

"That's not a drink."

"Rice"

"Just?

"Sprinkles"

"Isn't that attached to rice..."

"And miso soup, if any"

The moment I said this, my junior's face, openly loosened.

"Oh, good -. Because it was the miso juice I made."

"That's exciting."

My mother is nagging at me. Go away.

"Juniors are the ones," A Question of the Day, "but what about regular breakfast?

It's a banana.

"What?"

"Because I like sweets. Bananas."

"You don't have room to make it."

"Sempa, did you try to make it for me?

Even myself, I don't know.

Naturally, the words were zero from my mouth.

"You're welcome to cook all kinds of dishes."

"Ha..."

The junior, who took his seat after saying this, returns with a pour of miso soup in his urn.

Now, keep your eggs in your right hand. This, can't the leftover miso soup drip on the floor? Well, no.

"Yes, eat it"

"Something's wrong, but I'll take it."

There is no sin in food.

"What is it?"

Okay. Look at the miso soup in front of you.

The vessels are the same as usual. I use it at home. It's for miso soup. The colors of the contents are not very different, and the utensils are clear and tofu. It feels like I said The Miso Soup.

When I look closely at the color of miso, I feel a little different than usual. The color is just a little lighter than usual. When it comes to error, it's error.

Shut your mouth.

A junior sitting across the street takes a breath of relief. I swallowed some miso soup.

Yeah. That's miso soup. Relieved.

The flavor is a little different than usual, and the dashi is well developed, and it's obvious, and it's miso soup.

I nodded silently and closed my eyes. This is miso soup.

"Um, Shen Pai?

Junior stares at me immersed in happiness.

"What do you think?"

I looked at my anxiously shaking eyes and noticed. Is this what you want from me?

"Yeah. It's good. It tastes reassuring."

So, frankly, I answered:

Then. Junior lay her eyes down.

"I still don't know how much I flatter you at times like this, Sempa. So I don't really know what you think, Sempa. Maybe he thinks it's delicious, he's resting, he's just saying it for now."

But... Separate words, junior turns this way.

"Even so. That's what you told me. That alone makes me happy. Thank you."

I felt like I saw something gleaming in my eyes.