100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

At the end of the cultural festival, dawn overnight.

Just because the festival was over, I didn't even do launches or anything. That's the student council, and so does the art department.

Well, that's why yesterday, after wandering around the school building with my juniors, I left right away. It's hard to be with you on the way home, although it felt fresh.

They have to work today for the rest of yesterday.

No, the school itself is closed. However, for once, today is "Cultural Festival Cleanup Day" on the schedule. Remove all the decorations from the classroom and put them back to normal. Bring the desk and chairs back and line them up like they were.

That's as simple a task as that, so the student council was meeting at 11: 00. I mean, I wonder if this could have been done even right after the cultural festival. With that in mind, I carry my desk.

"You're the chairman and the last one."

Yes, in less than an hour, the classroom will be restored to its original appearance, and later it will be completed if the desk I brought is delivered to its proper position.

By the way, apparently the sold items were packed in cardboard and thrown into the warehouse. Next year, if I have more space, I need to give it out again or something? Is that okay? A student council bazaar.

"Ooh."

"Yes, gentlemen. That concludes the cultural festival, right, until we clean it up later? Dismissed. Good luck."

You annoyed me - and I heard a bunch of cluttered replies, and a student council member leaves the classroom in a variance. I'm going out on that wave, too.

Um, what do I do? I can't even say that I came to school for something like this.

After a while of thinking about it, I decided to go to the art department. Nothing else.

The day after the cultural festival was over, the art department also met at 10: 00. I didn't have the time to do it again.

Today I took the decorations apart, removed the painting that hung from the wall, and then worked on getting the desk and chair placement back in the classroom. So the quick story is we're going to get back to doing our usual classes.

"Mr. Rice Mountain"

"Yes?"

A senior member of the art department invited me for a moment.

I'm looking at an illustration of Harrison Bonn, which was standing on the wall.

"It's this painting, and it can be placed in the art department, or it can be in the form that Mr. Uyama will take home personally."

Oh, right.

I thought they were going to throw me away.

"Nothing. Not now, but when I go home, will you decide which way to go?

"Oh, okay -"

And, although I replied.

Illustration, because of the proper panel tailoring, it's pretty bulky and heavy, isn't it?

When I thought I would take it home alone…, the door opened in a glimpse.

"Hello, the rice mountain..."

"Senpai!

I stood there looking like I always did.

"Senpai, what's wrong?

"No, I was free - because I was free. Ladies and gentlemen, our juniors have taken care of you."

Everyone in the art department will look decent.

No, there was only one exception. I'm Senior Otsuka.

"I wonder what kind of relationship it is."

Slightly, and even turn on the sound effects yourself, stirring the seniors.

"I'm fine. He's just a junior."

"Be honest."

At all, I took one breath, and most of the seniors turned to me.

"Mm-hmm. Bye, Miyama. It's okay to go home now. I'm done."

How dare you decide to wink so badly and say hello to me?

Well, let's just say I appreciate it.

"Is that okay? Thanks!

"No, you, for fuck's sake."

I won't wait. Instead, I have a lot to have.

"Then can you hold this?

I gave her a large flat plastic bag.

"What's this?"

"It's my illustration"

"No, you hold it."

"It's bulky."

"Though it would be the one I made myself. Be a little attached."

Hmm.

"Okay. Let's have half of it."

"Half?"

"Here's what I'm gonna do."

Me and Sempa lined up beside each other, holding their left and right edges.

It's not very heavy, but I guess what you mean by doing this.

"I can't get through the door."

"Then hold it full."

"No, you're there."

I couldn't help but say it, so I decided to leave the classroom.

Line up the hallway, like a shield, hoist a plastic bag with panels, and walk. Is salvation without people? But the air resistance takes quite a bit.

Speaking of which, it's time for noon.

"Junior, did you eat lunch?

"Not yet."

"Lunchbox?"

"No, because I didn't know when it was going to end"

"Want to eat somewhere?

"Shall we go"

That's what happened.

You invited me out of the stream, but you didn't really do that.

I'm relieved to finally get into the right family and let go of the bulky painting.

"Senpai, it's a question of the day."

Drinking cold was there, too, the junior cut it out.

"What the fuck?"

"Senpai, do you want it? My paintings."

I didn't see much of the decoy, so when it comes to wanting to see it, I want to.

"What do you want?

"I'll give it to you, señora"

Hmmm......

"Sempa, if you tell me you want it right,"

Although I don't have a hobby of sticking animated tapestries or anything like that out in front of my desk. I felt like I could decorate the room with that painting.

"Bye, I want it"

"Well, I'll give it to you"

Eventually, after I left the family, I was supposed to take it home.

On the train home, I turned around.

"Hey, can I ask you a question today?

"Yes."

"Why did you give it to me? This painting."

Lift up the big bag and ask me.

Exactly, because the subject matter is the subject matter, I can't say. From my mouth, these words just spilled.

"Because I wanted you to take a closer look."