It's all one flower.

"Yes, it's Star Morning Prep."

"Hi, my company went bankrupt, my father lost his job, and now my junior middle school brother says he wants to be in the Star Road (because of) class at Rufus Seminary to help his family, is there a free space?

Roark rolled up the pathetic situation all at once.

"I'm sorry. May the light of knowledge shine brightly upon your family's path. Details, such as the situation by subject, will be requested by mail, but there are currently several vacancies in each academic year."

I felt the color of sympathy in the clerk's voice, and Roark let his voice play.

"Good! You have an opportunity to take an exam!

"Right. Exam preparation varies by discipline. Can you tell me where to send the materials?

"Oh, um, before you do, there's one more thing I'd like you to tell me, is there a special provision for tuition or something?

"Special provisions for tuition...... is it?

A strange voice returns.

Roark disguised himself as a hurried wind.

"Oh, uh, we, uh, stopped earning and you're allergic. Why do you say anything about being free like a regular school, or even if that's a murky half price, once you pay, but if you pass, you can give it back to me?

I heard a sigh over the receiver.

The display of coin reception flashes and the digital number changes from 2 to 1 at the same time as the second falling sound.

"Unfortunately, in our school, there are no discounts other than the simultaneous admission of siblings"

As soon as I found out there was no money, my voice got cold.

"Oh... is that right? Uh, uh, so, do you know if you mean we're meeting for learning somewhere in church?

"I'm afraid you should ask at your local church"

The voice openly builds a wall of rejection and slams it cold. Earlier, I felt sorry for him, but he seemed to be reminded that it was a heartless act.

My heart would be broken if a truly distressed family member inquired about straw as well, rather than acting for investigation. Lined up on a pay phone is literally life-threatening, and you need to be ready to die.

"Sorry to bother you"

Roark placed his receiver with his dark voice.

It's noon, but the queues waiting for the order of the payphones are completely uninterrupted.

Roark rented the bathroom at the district office. Due to the long waiting times in the blow exposure, both men and women continue in rows to the hallway. A guard stands a little further away and directs him not to go any further back.

... on Sunday. This would be tighter on weekdays.

Again, no one here is interested in public speaking with strangers, look at the newspapers and terminals you bring with you, and wait for the order in great detail.

It's quiet to be in the bathroom.

I picked up rumors and such in the wait time and thought I could gather information, but Ate totally came off.

Back in the lobby, but even after half the lunch break, the phone queue remains the same.

On the ground floor of the district office, the lights are off, but the benches for waiting for the order of the contact points can be used. Sunday attendees seem to flow to the basement cafeterias and nearby restaurants, and the shadows are neglected.

Roark thought as he chewed up the sturdy bread and dried meat he brought from the underground city of Chernochnijnik.

... I can't gather information while I'm waiting, so I don't have time for this.

At this point, I felt the same way when I went to the restaurant. From next time, you should go to school directly.

I can't help it for today. I gave up and went back to the pay phone line.

"Hello, that's a great queue even though it's Sunday"

"What? Oh, yeah"

I spoke to the man at the rear. The reaction is thin, but I don't mind continuing.

"Is it Sunday and you're at work?

"Oh, yeah."

The company-style man turned around once, but reacted faintly.

"Good luck even though it's Sunday"

"Hmm? Ah... thanks"

"Are these people, guys, your work calls?

"What? Come on? I don't know anywhere else."

"But you're so busy you have to go to work on Sunday, you're making money, aren't you?

Roark delicately misses the conversation and eats it.

A man my father's age or so looked annoying but slightly obliqued his body and gazed at Roark.

"I'm not a moneymaker, though."

"But my father told me that holiday work is paid overtime for all my day's pay."

The line went a little further and the man said as he walked forward.

"Legally, yes, but there are many ways out"

"Way out?"

"You know, shifting with anti warcraft, reducing the number of attendees a day, making sure someone comes to work every day, making the day off nassi"

"... but I just have a job, isn't it better"

Roark vomited a low, heavy voice under the feet of a company employee.

Continue without waiting for a reaction.

"My father's company went bankrupt, and one of the youngest brothers said he wanted to go to seminary to help his family, but because the Warcraft is rolling, he can't study all the time, so I call the school from one end to the other, and I'm looking for something as cheap as possible."

The previous company employee was lying down and didn't say anything, but a voice rang from behind him.

"I'm sorry... may the light of knowledge illuminate your father and brother's path"

"Thank you"

Turn around and keep your head down with a pepper.

Lined behind Roark was an elderly woman wearing an apron with the Supermarket logo.

"Is it hard for you to see your brother study?

"I think it would be fine if it was about regular classes. But I'm busy working part-time on weekdays, and my mother is now going part-time, and the exam preparation for seminary seems to be at home, so why?"

"Even in hard times, you're working hard with the whole family, not giving up hope. I'm sure the saints will help your family."

"That's right. I'm sure you can handle it."

Roark responded brightly, but was encouraged by his sincere labor (onions and others) in setting the lie to elicit information, and the back of his chest was bothered.