100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Autumn is a lot of school events."

"What's up, all of a sudden"

The usual morning, on the usual train, the junior who fits in the usual place, starts talking today.

"You had an athletic meeting the other day."

"Yeah."

You're out of your mind. Try your best to compete in borrowing, use your luck in weird places, and stick with this guy.

And at the end of the day, we were going to settle for a grand, and we ended up losing, a sad athletic event.

... I'm starting to do a little research on the "favor" from juniors. Whatever you say, the school rules are school rules, so they don't seem to be slightly amended at the discretion of the student chairman. Ultimately, it looks like we're going to have to get approval from the whole school. Uh, what am I supposed to do?

Next time, I heard there was a cultural festival.

"Huh?"

The day before yesterday, I thought it was something I knew because women's clothing had been telling stories like this at a cultural festival.

"Why won't you tell me? You're the student chairman."

"No, that's why he asked me to look at the schedule."

This interaction happened about two weeks ago. What's the date of the sporting event?

"I looked for it, but I couldn't find it right away"

"Next time I'll send you on LINE. Because I don't have it at hand right now."

"Oh, thank you, that helps."

The junior opened her mouth again, pinching a strange silence for about three seconds.

"A kid in my class told me. Next time."

"Yeah. Next...... when was that? Well, anyway, it should have been the weekend of November"

"That's unexpectedly outrageous..."

Fair enough, she asks questions as usual.

"It's 'A Question of the Day'. What do you do for a cultural festival?

"If you ask me if I'll do something, then I guess I'll do something."

"Not really."

It feels a little angry, junior turns this way.

"Yes, sir. Cultural festival, hey."

"I've never been there. What's it like?"

"You didn't go before the exam"

"I'm a little out of plans."

"Fair enough. Mm-hmm. In a nutshell, chaos."

"Chaos."

"Anything."

"Anything."

"Out of control"

"Obviously not a saying for the high school cultural festival!?

If I had arranged the words as I could think of, they would have stopped me.

"No, no, really. Go and you'll see."

Even so, our high school is quite a mystery around the gathering of entrants.

"I mean, you should take charge of it properly. Student chairman, right?

That's why I'm not in charge of practice.

"But you have a responsibility to take, don't you?

"You know. In the first place, cultural festivals are up to the Executive Committee of Cultural Festivals. Not under the jurisdiction of the student council."

"Oh, really?"

I don't think it would be such a crazy festival if the serious guys at the student council had the authority to run it.

"Either way, you're going to have to step into a crazy space for once because you're going to be taken away as a school."

"What... what, are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"It's frightening."

"It's all right, it's all right, because if you're normal, you're not gonna die."

"A cultural festival that mentions the danger of death…"

When they say that, it sure sucks.

"Said it could be done because there are some safe areas. Like a student council bazaar."

"Oh, are you going to do a sempa bazaar?"

"I'll sign the sales report."

"Let's go to the store."

"No way. Someone's been on the floor lately with books I want to read because of you."

I just want to read it and store it on my bookshelf.

"Eh, whose fault is it"

"It's you, white"

"Did you find out?

"I didn't find out..."

Take one sigh of serpentine, it's an alternation of offense.

"By the way, junior, do you have any plans for a cultural festival?" Today's Question. "

"… in particular, no"

Sempa, trying to call me, that voice didn't come out of my throat.

"Class planning is more or less third grade, don't first grade have the authority to apply in the first place"

"Really?"

"That's right. So, the club... No, hey, art crew. Your club, the Ministry of Culture."

Oh. You did.

I was a ghost member of the art department. When was the last time you went?

"Right. I don't know what to do."

"This is why young people these days..."

'Cause I'm turning off notifications for club lines and stuff like that a long time ago.

I don't even know how many people are working seriously right now. Lately, I've just been chasing Sempa.

"Well, that's it. As a senior, I think it would be interesting to turn to the planning side once or so."

"I'm going to do it in class in third grade, though."

"All right, correction. About twice."

"Senpai, do you do it twice?

"I'm going to bazaar this year!

"Just sign."

"Okay, I'll ask if I can change the store number while I'm reading the book."

"Sounds like a great student council."

Huh?

"That, rather, in the librarian or the literary department? We put together a novel we wrote ourselves and distribute a copy book for free! Something like that. The one you keep."

"That's true."

So. I put in one separation and sent my gaze all over me.

"Okay, then. Juniors turn to the planning side more than I do on the planning side, right?

That's a sloppy way of saying it.

Can't you say no? Huh.

"Okay. I'll think about it."

"A politician?"

"No, I really think about it."

Well. If that's the case, let's start.

"Senpai, you can come to the classroom later!

Just arrived at the station, so I took my bag back and stepped out the door.

"No, wait, that's crazy"

I'm chasing you in an alternate tone.

Oh, my God. He said he'd come to class later. That's crazy.

"I'll be right back."

The answer that came back to me was also surprising, and out of my mouth, a strange sound leaked.

"What?"

And understanding catches up.

"Oh."

You mean you want to talk to Otsuka (...), not me. Culture festival participation.

"The main business is Mr. Itsuka, so don't get me wrong, okay?

"Who gets it wrong, idiot"