100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good morning, Suu."

After yesterday, I feel so good. My junior voice plays so much that it's not weird to have notes at the end of the story.

"Something good happened?

"No, nothing"

My mouth was nagging on the checked muffler and I don't know the expression, but my eyes looked like I was laughing.

"I wish you could tell me"

"No, not really."

While we were having an unproductive conversation about this condition, the train came as usual.

The train is heated and warm, relaxing and settling in its usual place.

Think about it, the day before yesterday, I've heard a lot of clutter. I've been thinking a lot about asking you a lot today.

"Um, just now, sir." Today's Question. "

"Yeah."

I've been thinking about it, so I'm just going to ask.

"Senpai, my painting, how are you doing?

No, I knew you cared. I gave it to you.

"Uh, that one."

"That's it."

Sempa looked out the window and sighed.

Huh?

"Let me complain first. You, again, don't push me all of a sudden.

"Didn't you take it from me?"

"You must have let me take it."

"Eh."

"It's white, not at all"

Well, it's hard to bring it home because it's bulky, and I felt like there was no place to decorate it when I got home, so I feel like I was just fine.

"So, how are you doing?

"I'm decorating."

With his head on, he answered.

"Oh, thank you"

I'm a little surprised that Sempa is honestly decorating me.

"On the wall beside the desk, like this, it feels like putting on"

"That's pretty authentic"

"'Cause that frame or canvas or the panel? It was pretty decent."

In a nearby window, use your fingers to see a large square. That's about the size, isn't it?

"So, what do you say?

Well, and.

I hope you don't think this one stays on junior's pace forever. Even I think about it every day, every day, every day trying to get her out.

So here's what I said as I pressed the power button on my phone.

I said, "I want you to take a closer look, because you haven't forgotten?

That's how, right in front of her, she puts up a smartphone that shows the wallpaper on the home screen.

Of course, the wallpaper is set with the help of juniors.

I feel like I laughed.

Junior, breathtaking.

"... already. What are you doing?"

'Cause I tell you to take a closer look.'

"I didn't ask you to look so hard!

Fine, it was tough.

I don't have the original image data or digital data, so I just have to take pictures with my camera. But I can't do it without some space to take it, because if I don't do the light in properly, I can have weirdly bright and dark parts in the illustration because of it.

I'm finally setting up one that I can take while I struggle to close and open the curtains and adjust quite a bit.

"Well, that's it. Yeah, it's pretty."

Two Harrison bongs swim comfortably through the coral's plentiful waters.

"Thank you......"

It's unusual for you to be a junior, and I thanked you for not turning to me. Fair enough.

I'm going to chase you more.

"" Today's Question, "though. Why are there two Harrison Bonns in this painting?

I don't really have the image of a fish pair. I guess I'm either alone ("alone" maybe) or form a large herd.

That was what made me wonder why there were only two pairs here. Because the color of the body is different from white and yellow, it should be a separate individual.

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yeah, there"

My junior's gaze comes and goes with me, and I know how to panic.

"Um..."

"Here, come on."

"Shut up. You know what? I've already told you, it's because I modeled it."

"No, I know that."

I know that I would have been working out my ideas since the second day after I started talking, when I was talking about "I drink Harrison Bonn".

The question is, why are there as many as two Harrison Bonns?

"I'm the model, or the original story."

Surprise, not so much.

'Cause, hey. The moment I saw this painting during the cultural festival, I thought maybe.

"Hmm."

"Can't you be a little more surprised?

"No, 'cause you're gonna find out."

You'll see if anyone sees this.

"Oh, no?

"Oh, no."

Conversely, I'm surprised that juniors are unconscious about such things.

A little more, I think you should think about how others see what you create.

"So, which is me?

The white one and the slightly yellow one. There are two Harrison bongs.

"Which one is it?

"You don't understand."

Do you want me to win two choices?

"So, which one do you want to fill?

"Hmm..."

I wonder which one is there or what, this.

"In white"

In the end, I chose the white as I imagined it to be in "Harrison Bonn".

"Then that's what we'll do. I'm a little yellow, Harrison Bonn."

That's what happened, apparently.

They say I'm white Harrison Bonn.

"By the way, Sempa. You liked that painting a lot, didn't you? That's enough to turn it into wallpaper, isn't it?

When I finally laugh at you, it feels like I'm full of it.

"You like my paintings, don't you?

"Fine. I don't care about that."

"Not good."

It's not honest at all.

"I'll give you something if you say it right"

"I don't need anything good."

"If you don't say it right, you'll be jerking off."

"I don't hate your junior illustrations"

You're really not being honest. But that's fine.

"Well, that's fine."

I just separated the words, and then I looked at them all, and I heard them right.

"Um, do you want the data too? of illustration."

"... to?

To my question, why does it solidify for a while?

Hey, was it too sudden?

This is how the restarted sequins snap away from my gaze and then snap.

As the train wheels made Gatangoton sound, strangely, but firmly, this word reached my ear.

"Well, if you will"