100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good Morning"

"Morning."

At home in the morning, I am also totally used to the life of exchanging morning greetings. I'm getting used to it.

"It's an athletic meeting tomorrow, isn't it? Aren't you ready?"

"All I do is give a five second speech at the opening of the meeting."

"That's not a speech, it's just a call..."

I am in trouble because I am not wrong. It's just a ritual. A ritual.

"It's a student council, isn't it? Don't you have to work at the top?

"Student chairman is the top decorator. Just the chairman. There's a president downstairs, a section president, a department director."

"Are you there?

"I'm not here, but the officers will do it"

I wonder why this is such an organizational form. I don't know.

"Ha..."

I got stunned.

"Senpai, what are you leaving tomorrow after all?"

"It's a borrowing competition..."

Oh... I was trying not to remember...

Who is it, the one who said, "Top of the host student union should be responsible and borrowed" or something? Besides, you shouldn't have the ones around you who knocked. Usually you're uncoordinated, but you lift shady characters all the time like this and pass them almost unanimously.

Our sporting event borrowing competition will be the last of all events. It is a great tri. From the draft "borrowings" posted by students across the school, students' union officers will draw lots, with the exception of those that are contrary to public order and those that are not realistically possible.

I mean - everything, is. It's a chaos. If possible, I don't want to get involved. I wanted to be in the corner of the ground, around 20 people trying to pull the strings. Woohoo.

"Don't you like that? You'll just borrow something and run, won't you?

"At best, you polish your luck..."

I put up with the occasional fumbling lottery at the convenience store that I shouldn't consume my luck. If you don't go in that mood, you'll be crushed.

"I mean, that was a simultaneous start for all classes of delegates"

"A year, two years, three years, is it?

"Yeah. Everyone's going to pull the lottery at the same time"

"Wow..."

The situation is tough too. Because in an instant, I have to pick up the most interesting topics and scream. Good luck with the broadcaster.

"But you can start with Seibei."

"So what?"

"I can compete with you."

"So?"

"So let's do that. That. If you win, you can order whoever loses, Part 2."

"Again?"

"Isn't that nice?"

Each other, every single question every day, please, because there is no provision for asking.

Or what kind of "favor" would you ask me to root so far? It's frightening.

"It's not very good, but you don't have a veto right anyway, do you?

"You know perfectly well. Then it's settled."

That, to be honest, is the first lottery. You can say that one of the topics to be drawn to with that will determine your ranking. Until tomorrow, I'll just have to load up a lot of virtue and bring you some easy topics to do.

Good luck.

I succeeded in confusing the right to ask. Hopefully this time I can win.

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

It was yesterday's hangover, and I was curious.

"Can you cook, Senpai?

"Hmm."

I put my hand on my chin and think about it for about 3 seconds.

"If you can or can't do it, maybe you can, but if you ask me if I can cook, I can't"

"Ha..."

I kind of figured it out, but I don't know.

Let me ask you one thing at a time.

"What about the couple ramen?

"Why don't you just put that hot water in?"

"Can I cook dinner?

"Just wash it, put it in water, and push the button."

Sounds like you can do the lowest line. I'm passing for now.

"What are your specialty dishes?

"I don't cook as well as I'm good at, and I don't have a repertoire. Minimal. Minimal."

Let's change the way we ask.

"For example, what can you make? Have you ever made one?

"Like an eyeball grill or a fried rice?

"Eggs, you crack"

"Don't be silly, that's all I can do."

Hey, I provoked it.

"By the way, I crack with one hand"

I couldn't seem to say anything because my face was stuffy, and it was funny.

"Eyeball grill."

It reminded me of a controversy over what I could cook with eyeballs.

"" A Question of the Day ". Junior, what do you do for eyeballs?

"Soy sauce."

"What?"

Opinion cracked.

"Salt, right? Salt. Salt for an eyeball grill."

"Yes, it's soy sauce"

Are you done, Cora?

"First of all, eyeball grilling is probably the dish that came in from the West, right? Sunny, I'm telling you it's just a turnover. Then I knew it was muscle to use salt and pepper, which has been used for a long time, rather than soy sauce (laughing), which is like seasoning is the only thing in Asia."

"No, that's not it. In the first place, Japan is a country that has elevated its cuisine from abroad as one new dish by arranging it to suit their environment. Ramen stands for it, and meat potatoes are supposed to have beef stews arranged."

"That's right..."

"That's right. So softening the eyeball grill is a very normal first step as a Japanese arrangement. Instead, if you really love soy sauce as a Japanese, you can't put it on the eyeball grill other than soy sauce. Sauces and stuff like that."

"No, because I'm salty..."

It's soy sauce.

"Shio."

"Soy Sauce"

"Oiled Chicken (Yu Lin Chi)"

"Chocolate"

"Tofu"

"Fruit Parfait"

"Fe... Phew... Phew..."

I can't think of anything right away, and I sound like a dodgy kid and deceive. That's not cute at all when it's a man's low voice.

"Why did you become a stiff, suddenly"

"Sweet. You like it as always."

"What?"

Chocolate parfait.

"Ah."

She said, she was unconscious, and she looked down.