100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good Morning"

"Morning."

Today, the day began as usual.

"Um, Shen Pai"

"What is it, junior?"

Don't push the hard part, okay?

"I totally forgot because I heard something weird."

"Weird thing?

"Why do you know how many days?"

"Oh, it was because you were writing a diary. Did you even write about yesterday?

"Yeah, I wrote it!

She was a junior who tried to reopen in the middle of nowhere, but she seemed to remember something right away.

"That's not true. That's it, that."

"Fencing?"

The signal to start the match is "I'm here." Sure.

"Yesterday, I was about to say. He said," Let's get back to basics. "

Through. Well, I don't care. It's a boring story, fine.

"Uh, speaking of which, you said something. Whatever that means."

"Come on?"

"Oh, my God."

"Well, I don't know exactly."

"Ha."

"Something's changed lately and in the beginning, don't you think, our 'questions', a lot?

Hmm.

I don't know what to say.

"Ah."

Trying to put that into words, it's hard.

It's like even if you try to take it softly with a net of linguistics, it drips like water falls out of that gap.

"Do you understand?

"I know, I feel"

"I don't know, I don't even get this discomfort, but it feels' different '"

I wonder what it is.

What can I do at times like this?

In a book I used to read, I recall the main character giving examples by mentioning that "illustration is a litmus stone of understanding" every time something happened.

Is this sensation conveyed?

"What was the question in the beginning?

Somehow, I want to explain how this feels. I want to say it.

That's what I think, and I'm sure you care a lot.

"Favorite foods, drinks, blood types."

"Sounds like a profile card."

Well, sure.

That's right. 'Cause the first one, he was asking a lot, trying to get a full profile.

"So, what's up these days?

"Yesterday, you asked me why I knew the number of days, didn't you, Sebastian? I wasn't expecting a day to tell you about the diary."

"Is the day before yesterday also a reason? Why I tried to ride my bike"

"Before that, I like books... you ask why"

With so many samples, everyone will notice.

"Reason, is"

"Why are you asking me, not what?"

You're not asking "what" or anything, you're asking "why".

"Yes, yes. I thought we'd been talking a lot lately. So."

"Eggs?"

No, well, I kind of get the nuances.

"When something gets strangely deep and pushes you in the direction of damaging your mental, there is."

"There is."

"That's what I said with intent"

"I see."

But hey.

I don't think it's a bad idea to go deeper and get inside yourself.

Still, I'm trying to do it somewhere.

"What's up?

If I think about it, naturally, the junior in front of me asks me what's going on.

"This makes me feel like 50 points. It's not" what, "it's" why, "so it's too deep," he said.

Well, here's the only way to answer it.

Juniors, too, will listen to me and push silence. Take your right hand to your jaw and think.

"Me, nothing, I think it's a good idea to go deeper. I don't know about juniors, if I can find out what I don't know and what I don't know, that's fine, and knowledge - is that what I'm saying? So, it doesn't matter if it's shallow or deep."

"Oh, I get it. I got it, me."

My junior's neck, which was leaning about 30 degrees, heard my words so far, and went back vertically.

"Hmm. Tell me."

I haven't been able to put it into words yet either.

You know what I mean.

"Oh, I really don't know"

"Huh? That's a lie, isn't it?

"No, really."

Her face gets so close, she peeks into my eyes. Over glasses, though.

Hey, it's close. It smelled nice and fluffy.

"Sounds like it... then I'll explain it to you. How could we have finally done that?"

"I'm sure the most recent question is too direct."

"Direct Attack?"

"You don't have to speak English."

"Sorry."

Let's get down to business.

"We were relievers."

Relief. It's floating.

"Do you feel like burying the outside with a few questions and pulling the other person's information from what's left?"

"Uh, I get it. Like profiling?

"Maybe that's what happened."

Sempa, you seem convinced.

Take over my words, and you will continue.

"By contrast, we are now."

"You're carving it so directly"

"I see."

At first, we must have been reluctant, each other. Well, that's true, isn't it? Because you don't know anything about them.

So it must have been a natural and 'shallow' question.

In comparison. We may have gotten a lot closer these days and are no longer too close.

I guess I got into a relationship where I could hear firsthand what I went into to some extent, but that kind of fun, like carefully filling the outer moat, carving relief on a wooden plate, seems to be gone.

Glad to do it, pretty good, huh? This is exactly what you're going to say.

"I don't know if I need to bother to 'stand back' anymore,"

"You're the one who said it."

"Then I'll stand back today"

"Today..."

You haven't even asked me a question in three days. Last night at dinner, I had something in mind.

"Are you Shinpaku, the Lemon to give you, the Sprinkler?

"I won't call you. Why bother with that sour stuff?"

It was an immediate answer. Well, I didn't feel like I was going to call you either.

"Junior, are you going to call me?" A Question of the Day ""

"It's a choice to make. Sounds nutritious, doesn't it?

"Heh."

By the way.

I wonder what kind of profile you know about this. I don't know anything about it right now.