100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"We will now begin the second semester of FY29 closing ceremony"

A three-year student gathered in the auditorium and the head teacher declared this way, and the last event before the winter break began.

I also have a job as student chairman this time, so I am specially allowed to sit in front of him. It's convenient and comfortable without the previous pressure, but I'm tired of having to do it right for a bit.

Or in the first place, the closing ceremony itself, is tedious.

What's so sad about coming to school in the morning, listening to the principal, and being thrown out before noon - then it's over? Well, I guess I'm still the one who's not bored to find the principal's story funny with a 50% chance or so. If it's winter break, I wish you'd just winter break. Oh, do you get grades?

There's something more important today than that.

That's right.

After the entire closing ceremony, we'll have a student general meeting. I'm going to do a student council and change some anachronistic school rules.

For once, it has been rooted. I went around all the homerooms for lunch break under the authority of the student chairman and had the amendments put on the bulletin board. It's the official one with the seal of the student council and the seal of the head teacher. This will make it well known. Everybody doesn't care anyway. Even though the public knowledge was not well penetrated, there was no designation of a resolution method at the place of the amendment method, so "the opposition would care with a raise of hands".

Listen to the principals' thankful stories, nervous about speaking in front of all the school students before doing so because of the anxiety that the resolution itself will work.

Sometimes before the winter break, it was a story that got tangled up in New Year's Eve and good luck for another year. Usually the drowsiness may have hit me, I was bored enough to think, but I could sort out the steps in my head, so let's just say okay.

"That concludes the closing ceremony for the second semester of FY29. And then, uh, the student council wants to talk to you, so please don't take your seats yet."

Hey. Teacher. Isn't that where you declare that you're going to have a student assembly? Well, you can say it for us.

Trying to get up from his front row seat, he said to Itsuka, who was somehow sitting next to him, "Good luck?," he says in his ear. Ugh. I'm not glad you told me.

I've been in a lot of close contact over the past few months, making eye contact with the student council leaders, while standing at the microphone the head teacher was using.

I got eyes on the junior sitting in front of group A for a year. You, you start with the last name "I am." You can do better back there. Why are you sitting in front of me...

She notices me, she tries to tell me something. What...

"Ah," "Mm," "Ma," "Be"?

Oh, "hang in there"?

The moment you understand, juniors fly winks. Cute, but ignore it. I have my job. I was in spiritual unity for a reason, but what can you do?

"Hello everyone"

My voice trembled. Pinch the cough deliberately and calm yourself down. I'm not used to talking in front of so many people, even though they don't seem to be interested in it either and aren't noticed.

"This is Inouguchi, the student chairman. Many people want to go home soon, but just give the student council a little time. Bye."

Once the words are separated here, and proclaimed.

"From now on, we will hold a student general meeting. The agenda was posted, but the discussion on" Amendments to the School Rules "will come from me, the student chairman. Already known, the student council secretary will provide an overview of the proposed amendments"

In the first place, I said I would do the explanation because the amendment itself was my selfishness, but the secretary was going to do it there. I can't give up my practice. Right. Though I thought it was a weird obsession.

"First, then, with regard to Article 72…"

When I hear this, I think it would have been better if I'd done it all alone.

"As for the reasons for the amendment, …"

I don't bite, and I know very well that I've been working on the manuscript properly. I feel like I really appreciate it. I just keep turning my back and believing that I can do something about this. In fact, I can't figure it out to some extent.

"Finally, Article 51. Although this Regulation does not allow students to socialize between men and women, in terms of respect for the diversity of sexual values and the right to self determination, opinions that this is anachronistic have become numerous in the student council. Therefore, in the amended proposal, Article 51 is to be deleted"

Yeah, yeah.

It's a calming proposal for teachers and everyone in the student council to eat corrections. There would be no problem with the content.

Or, from the beginning, I should have only changed Article 51 in my covenant with my junior, and I wasn't going to care because the others are camouflages. I don't know, I put my back down and worked hard for future juniors.

"Before we move on to the resolution, we will have questions and answers such as questions. Raise your hand if you need anything."

Well, you don't have a guy to ask questions in front of all the school students anyway. I hadn't even decided who would answer the question because it was so licking.

You don't know what's inside of me like that. Hands aligned exactly to the fingertips as opposed to loose air, in the front row of the auditorium, were raised softly.

"Yes."

Sounds familiar, no, my junior raised his hand as I uttered the voice I hear like every morning.

I got up from my seat and got a mic from someone at the student council.

"Uh, I have a question for the student chairman"

You said you'd do it with me, but you barely turned me around earlier, did you?

... Oh, I went around the classroom with you during lunch break and applied prints to it.

But just for a moment, I'll let you get back at me, Sempa.

"Improvisation question, what is it?"

And as soon as I had spoken, I would have caught my expression, and I would have snapped a microphone from a certain child.

"Yes."

Hehe. You look weird. I got hit, do you think?

Anyway, I said, "Today's Idiot." At best, you have to answer my next question.

"Sempa, does anyone like it?

Everyone around me is sloppy enough to say it's over and just chatting without even listening to this story, and I'm on winter break tomorrow, and you can ask me about this.

Right, Shen Pai?

"Yes."

Seemed to have the same outlook on Seibei, didn't stick weirdly, and chose a path to flush gently. That's wise.

Well, serious people must be asking me.

Besides, is he from the student council, one of us standing in front of him, with his eyes round, looking back at the one full of shen. Ha. I knew you were here.

"Okay, thank you"

Is it lit, I took my seat, feeling just a little cute with my subtle reddening of my ears?

After that there were no particular questions, the draft was passed by a majority in favour, and in the sunshine this school became free of love.

Every 3 months... It was shorter than I thought.

When I am struck by such emotion, the smartphone receives a message and trembles.

Keita Inguchi: You, yeah, yeah.

Keita Inguchi: Yusa

Now, for one thing, let's figure out how to reply to this line.