Proceed without a single destination through the exciting campus about the fireworks show.
It's just a similar story no matter where you're on the road, and if it makes a difference, it would be about the different people you talk to.
Who will she invite, where will she meet you, and will she take you to the festival?
It's also like a high school student conversation, and it's a novelty.
I take you as an adult and hear that you will no longer have this much fun waiting for you at this hand event.
Like when I was a student, it's a time of few things to be chased every day, and it's because I'm in an environment where I can enjoy the present that I don't care about anything and enjoy it.
But, gentlemen, I'm sorry that I'm obsessed with all the earlier stories, but it's possible that you'll see reality, too.
I don't know what to hide, no, I can't hide it, but at this next time, an answer is supposed to be returned.
Yes, the results of the final test.
In fact, a semester's final test had taken place over the week of last week.
I didn't study the test in advance this time, so I didn't have much to talk about, so I was discouraged, but the answer will be returned today.
Towards the end of the rest of the day, students begin to look pale as if they are sick.
The person walking down the hall by himself to the vending machine is the one who hides what... No, I'm the one who can't hide it.
Neither is the need to hide in the first place, nor is he going to hide.
Well, if you ask me why I walk so carelessly than I do around, the answer is simple.
The answer to the test must be an average score.
Mr. Average.
You may call me that.
It's embarrassing, so let's just say I didn't have this nickname because it's too dusty.
Regarding this final test, we know that even self-grading is roughly the average score.
Beautiful Lusaka and Shizukuishi were scoring at the same time, but they were both full.
You talented people...
Shizukuishi was smiling, "Let's review it properly next time," but when it came to Kirasaka, she said, "Oh, Makoto, your score is higher on me, even if you disagree," so my little pride hurt like an ant.
I will never forget it.
And I'm not sure what to buy in front of a vending machine like this because I don't have to worry about it, not in a bad or good way, but I was remembering an earlier conversation in the classroom.
"It's a festival..."
Honestly, I'm not riding.
Of course, there would be no choice but to talk to Maple and gather at my house depending on the outcome.
Even so, because I don't like the festive atmosphere itself, which means I don't hate the very act of people getting together and making noise with Wye, there's no way I'm not naturally ridden.
Nevertheless, how many years has it been since I saw the fireworks show as someone other than Maple?
Maybe Shizuku will come to my house and watch it, so ask her and you'll find out soon enough.
But as far as my memory goes, it's pretty old.
Now it's a childhood memory, and I even forgot how I enjoyed the festival back then.
When you buy a drink from a vending machine appropriately, you walk back to the classroom with one hand.
In the middle, I think about the day.
The fireworks show starts at 19pm, and until then, the outdoor shop is held on the front street of the station, making it a pedestrian heaven.
No cars can break in, and shops line up on both sides of the road.
If possible, I'd like to finish buying out and be back home before I bury it with pedestrians.
It would be one hand to ask the old man in the mall about the opening hours of the day even on his way home today.
Back on the same path until you get to class means back in the same hustle and bustle.
At the edge of the sight comes in the way the students are standing.
I dyed my hair a little brown, but I'm sure I'm enjoying high school.
Focusing on him, he seemed to be talking about it in his plans this weekend as well.
At the same time I saw them like that, I felt the difference between myself and them.
I wouldn't be able to enjoy the festival like they did.
For some reason, it is completely theoretical and has to do with the way we have lived so far.
I don't want to make a scene with the people around me, I don't want everyone to go to the festival.
When acting in groups, not everyone enjoys acting in their chosen direction.
Someone is compromising, someone is paying attention, and they are staring at their complexion and acting.
Maybe I'm doing that unconsciously.
But don't make it look like something I don't like.
If you're saying that it's fun to follow the choices made by one core, I don't have to play with fun people.
No, you shouldn't participate.
I'm often told I'm lonely or something, but who decided that?
If you let me tell you who the real one is, you'd be great alone.
I don't even need to pay attention to where I decide, food, or care.
So I even think that acting alone would be the most ideal.
Oh, my God, this is just a theory.
A theory, not the right answer.
I don't think there's a problem with the right questions, not even the right ones.
And reality is that it is rare to carry things according to ideals and wishes, and my only thought is that the relationships that surround me behind my back are starting to get complicated.
I miss when I was alone, looking out the window bonkers.
Remembering just a few months ago, I walked back to my classroom in the busy hallway with my students.