100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good Morning"

"Oh, good morning."

At the station in the morning, say hello to the junior.

Today she felt just a little more tired than usual. Probably a tone of voice.

"Painting deadline, tomorrow, right?

The painting she puts out for the cultural festival, or the story of the illustration. I was just wondering if I was going to end it on the weekend, and I'm just a little worried that it's not going to end.

"It's all right, I'm done."

"Seriously."

"Really."

Surprised, the train came.

In the heated car, I thought I'd make a little tease of the sequins.

"What is it, Sempa? Were you worried about me?

"What?"

Blink, turn around.

"You thought I wouldn't make it to the mood, right?

"Well."

"Because I'll be there in time. It's a good idea."

Sempa won't look me in the eye. Not at all.

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

"It's so steep."

"Because it's relevant. Sempa, how do you proceed with your summer homework?

"What..."

Well, the answer is almost predictable.

I asked, just in case, because of it.

"Isn't that a lot? Like the type that does it for, the type that ends too soon."

"Oh. That's how it's decided."

"Yes."

"I'll work on it early and go ahead crisp,"

Well, that's a lot...... I guess it's called 'but'.

"The type that pulls to the end of free research, reports, and eventually struggles to be critical"

Unexpectedly, it makes me want to slip away lightly.

"Wouldn't that be the first thing to end that?"

I wish I could bury it properly and get it out, but why pull it to the end?

"Let it go. I want to do it when I want to, you know."

"Is that what it is?

"That's what I'm talking about."

"Then 'A Question of the Day' from me. Junior, what about your summer homework?"

If they ask, I'll ask them back.

It doesn't seem like the type to do it crying at the end of the day, more than the illustration is over.

"I'm going to end this."

"Uh, after all?

"But I'll leave you around for what I've done"

"Huh? Why?

Why should I keep it a secret?

"Huh?"

Juniors are more surprised the other way around.

"Oh, don't you understand?

"I don't know."

On the contrary, you can appeal to excellence, and you don't want a uke for a teacher or something?

"You know what? You said it was over, you're coming."

"Ha."

"At the end of the summer vacation, there's a lot of people pushing at me who haven't finished." Let me copy it. "

Even though it's a horror style dialog, I'm not scared at all.

"Heh."

"Give me a decent response."

"No, I can only react one more time. I don't know what it's like."

"Huh?"

Also, the junior speaks out like an unexpected.

"You're gonna finish it early, aren't you, like that?"

"Well, except for a report or something, basically,"

"Don't they tell you to let me photograph it? Especially if you're an honorary student."

"... don't be told"

Uh, and junior roars.

"Oh, you think I can't afford to deal with people because I'm busy with reports and stuff"

"I have that, too."

I'll throw in an answer that doesn't seem to have your junior's predictions.

"You can't get that close to a homework class, in short."

"Wow..."

No, because.

"Copying homework" is an act that requires trust. I won't lend you a report, a description, or anything you don't trust. If they spilled coffee or something, it wouldn't have stopped.

I'm not sociable enough to have such a trusted classmate within April to a few months.

"I hadn't even noticed. Sempa, you don't have much together." "

"That's not what other people say with a smile on their face, is it?"

Junior looks so fun, leaning against the train wall.

"It's fine because it's full."

"Are you ignoring my feelings?

Nothing, as much as I don't have many friends, I don't mind.

If you want more or want more, you should be acting pretty good.

The fact that I didn't do it means I'm happy with the status quo.

"I didn't ignore you. Just silencing him."

"That's because we're together, right?

And.

If you're the talker, you probably don't need anything else because you have this little hateful junior in front of you.