100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Um, Shen Pai"

I turned this way, as my junior remembered, in a classroom of crappy lined student union bazaars.

"What the fuck?"

"Are you coming to school tomorrow?

No, I'm not going.

Schools are supposed to have to come to one of the two day cultural festival periods.

Why do you have to come all the way out here for two days? It's okay because it's safe around here, but you don't have to step into that chaotic space. No, really.

"Uh."

Junior, my mouth swells puffy.

"Is that okay? You haven't looked around yet, have you?"

I've already seen the art department.

Rather, the others are dangerous just by walking.

"I didn't see anything."

Bazaar's watching.

'Cause this place is boring.

Then why are you here?

I slapped him on the desk, and then I put my hands next to his face, so I didn't know.

"Anyway. Sempa, I'll be here tomorrow. Schools"

"Huh."

"At 10: 00 a.m., we're meeting at the station. You got it, right?

That's why I change into my uniform when I say it's Sunday and wait for the train to come at the nearest station in the house.

"Good morning, Suu."

Much later than usual. Still, it's still in the morning, so "good morning" would certainly be fine.

"Oh, good morning."

Weaving a duffel coat from the top of her uniform as usual, the junior seemed in a slightly better mood than usual for some reason.

"It's a cultural festival."

"You were there yesterday."

I haven't looked around.

"Hey, let's just say it again, 'cause it's chaos."

"Chaos?"

Yes. Our cultural festival is chaos.

I thought I'd just go around without knowing anything last year and they screwed me up.

"Yes, chaos"

"I don't know, isn't that funny?

Yes, it was. That's what this guy was.

"Well, let's go. Shen Pai"

I took the train and headed to school.

Yesterday the school gate, which also crept in, is heavily marked with the letter "Cultural Festival".

"Senpai"

When I looked back because I didn't hear back, the slack atmosphere was full, but I was walking heavily.

"Hey, do I really have to go?

"Are you going to let me go alone?"

"I don't want to go. You, I want to go. Then I'll wait here. Wish me a good fight."

Don't you like it that much?

But you want to go with me, right?

"No."

That's why I decided to pull the bag I offered from my shoulder because my hands - were just embarrassed.

I only went to the art department and the student council room yesterday. I'm looking forward to it.

My junior pulled me off and I'm set to step into the Devil's Cultural Festival again this year.

...... yeah.

It was also interesting this year for each club to deploy a booth that would not miss the prey targeted. That's all I can say.

The brass club says, "Let's kiss indirectly! I was pulled into the Instrument Experience," locked in a "room where I can't leave until I answer 10 questions (you and I have to breathe together to answer them)" at the Quiz Research Society, and caught up in the "Comic Book Situ Experience" at the Comic Book Research Society... what is this? What love comedy. Hey.

No, but it could have been better than last year. Because they had juniors. I used to hang around alone, so it was tough. I don't want to remind you anymore.

After being baptized again for the "Cultural Festival" like that, at the beginning of the hallway, the junior turned this one around.

"By the way, you're hungry, aren't you?

If you look at the clock, it'll be around noon, 13: 00.

"Indeed."

"It's 'A Question of the Day'. Sempa, what do you want to eat?

"All right, once we get out of school,"

If you go to the station, there will be a mac and a bowl of beef and ramen.

I can go somewhere peaceful for a bit. We did it.

"Huh?"

"Somewhere in front of the station would be nice"

"No."

"What?"

Juniors keep their gaze on this one, but they don't try to move.

Is that it?

"" A Question of the Day ". What do juniors want to eat?

"There was a stall."

So why would you notice something like that, you?

No, sure. There are a number of stalls being served by the stall department of the Executive Committee of the Cultural Festival.

"I don't like it."

"Yes. Then let's go"

Um. I feel like my will has been ignored too much lately.

Outside the school building, on the ground side, there are about three stalls with a little smoke standing.

"And here you are."

No matter how much this cultural festival is, I believe the stalls are decent, for sale.

Junior reads out the signs on the stall.

"Russian Takoyaki, Ice Cream Tempura, Pickles..."

"Oh. You're a chaos"

"Right. So, Sempa. Which one do you want?

It's a pickle. Who, the one who came up with the idea of selling pickles at a cultural festival?

"Um, I figured I'd go to the station now. What choice...?

"Look, brother there! You can't just leave us out here and ignore our stalls, can you? 'Cause, you know, it's a cultural festival, right? Experiences you can only taste now!

The phrase I meant to tell my junior seemed to have been intercepted by a charlatan with a cardboard sign.

"I don't recommend it, Russian Takoyaki. It's still cold today, isn't it? Feed me a hot octopus roast with two of you!

That's a good sales talk. But it's not like we're a twat.

Or does Russian mean Russian roulette Russians? What's in there?

While I was thinking about that, I heard voices coming from behind me as I was considering how to get out of this situation.

"So then"

A small white hand reaches out and gives the chara man a 500-yen ball.

"Thanks for her! It's 1 plate of octopus roast!

They bought it.

"She is, right?

"About what?"

I bought it with momentum. Roast Russian Octopus, Pack of 8.

Carefully, Tsumayuuji put two on me.

"Well, Shen Pai"

There was a line of chairs in front of the stall, ready to sit.

I'll sit across from Sempa.

"Let's eat"

I picked one out of a long line of octopus roasts and stabbed it with a twist.

I'll give you the sempa.

"I wonder if this will bloat"

"Would you like another plate?

"I don't like that"

Come on. Russian Takoyaki, what the hell ingredients are in it?

"Yes, uh"

"Huh?"

I don't have any sense of gaze, but don't worry, I'll keep going.

"Please hurry"

There's nothing like being thrown into my food.

"No, you're hot. Not at all."

"It's good, you see"

Mm-hmm. I'll think of something.

"Okay. Because I eat. So open your mouth, too, see, ahem."

"Heh, heh, heh?" (Uh, here's the thing?

"Ugh."

And. In each other's mouths, they stuck warm Russian takoyaki, though it wasn't hot......

"Ra!

"Wow, it's sweet"

The sentiment was the opposite.

It's not roughly like eating a takoyaki and coming out.

I was simply hard. Not wasabi spiciness, mustard spiciness.

Uh, it's hard. Let me drink some water.

It may be salvation that the dough around you remains octopus roasted. The sauce is usually takoyaki and delicious around with crunchy dough. The spiciness has knocked it all out.

"I'm a pepper. What about you, Junior?

"It's chocolate, this"

junior added this with a weird face

"It's subtle, mixed with sweetness and softness"