As if, the president's words continue, as he knew this one would push silence.
"There are many people who deliberately hide their insides and have conversations, but no matter how perfectly shaped they are, there is only a few pieces of information... but what about you"
It would have been many times easier to be told it was a clarity and a personality without a back table.
But this guy in front of me spins words as if he were going to analyze them little by little from his feet.
"Even if I know the figure from words and actions, I don't see any information ahead of me. They're making me watch footage without understanding the nature of the work."
"... that's terrible."
"I meant to describe it in a way that I could understand, but if it offended me, I'd apologize"
Express your willingness to shake your head and say no to words that do not even feel fine dust, such as an apology.
There is not a single element of outrage.
I intend to understand the essential intent of the word.
Besides, being Beautiful Lusaka's father may also be the reason I didn't feel uncomfortable with the sharp point.
It's unexpected that her cold response will show resistance in a place like this.
But ”I don't understand the essence."
This word seems to be packed with all the impressions the president has of me.
... I guess I don't know what I am.
What I have always been aware of is the appreciation from others, the overall position of myself.
How is it seen and how is it appropriate to deal with it?
Avoid troublesome roles and don't act like you think you're wrong.
That is the right choice for True Good, and I have no memory of facing my inner self sincerely.
Daily spending is just inert too.
I have no glorious dreams or hopes.
All I have is the idea that I am choosing the best solution on the spot, just ahead of the recurring routine as well.
A boring day for a common man, different from the world of tales given a role.
I saw someone close and dazzling, and I didn't want to end up like that.
Human beings, because even children understood that they couldn't be anything but themselves.
That's why I can't say it back to the president...... I had myself not to say it back.
Whoever I'm talking to, I wonder if it's not here in my heart somewhere, I'm judging from somewhere a little further away from talking to you in front of me, and I'm asking if I'm successful in my actions.
It was unconsciously obvious how to judge whether the criterion of judgment was not emotional, but objectively.
"It's not something I could have said great, but I guess you can't get credit for it, you know?"
"... I'm not the kind of person to be appreciated from around."
The irony is extreme here, too.
The words I returned, as usual, came back to me with a bitter smile.
But out of my eyes comes something similar to charity.
... I'd like to hope it's not an eye to look at the poor guy.
"Yesterday I have a strong tendency to appreciate people with visible numbers and outward judgment elements... there is no point in excellence unless it is also the subject of what society calls a general assessment"
When the president stands up, he walks around us.
The voices are low and dark so that the zero-out words seep out the dissatisfaction the president himself had felt.
Indeed, there may be invisible standards in this epoch.
Though called individuality and person-oriented, humans with overwhelming individuality float in reverse form and are seen with cold eyes, and when called person-oriented, academics say things.
No, it's a really bad time. This is...
When it comes to academic achievement, if I were to say that it is the result of the accumulation by the person, it would be enough not to use academic achievement or graduation as a review item.
As for personality...... honestly, I guess I'll just have to ask you to find me a vocation.
In the end, a human being full of personality walks the path of one without being tamed by a group.
As a result, the number of professions online increased.
But they are more at risk than people as common as such.
Words that are uttered very normally around can also shape the person's life by simply zeroing out via the internet.
If you wish, I want to spend the future getting muddy where people can't see me winning lottery......
Totally my thinking continues as I push in the direction of the day after tomorrow.
Everywhere, it goes on everywhere.
"Let's change one question, these days in the way we work and in our daily lives." This is why young people these days "is scorned by older people and" outdated "is ridiculed by young people... what do you think of that many occasions?
Ring the tips and the bottom of the leather shoes and stop right behind me and the chairman.
I thought about the question thrown out of my head with a little thought on my face.
Whether or not I'm right, my answer came out perfectly.
"... nothing. Neither is wrong"
"Hmm... go on"
Interestingly, the president urges him to continue.
Exhaling a jammed breath in a previous exchange of conversations tells you the words that come to mind.
"The common sense and environment of the two are different...... what a mistake it is to argue now in the past"
Indeed, young people these days are often said mainly in spiritual terms, such as lack of guts.
However, it does not take into account that the environment in which you were born and grew up is very different from what it used to be today.
Always have yourself at the heart of the mindset, and say negative opinions are wrong.
Common sense in the past doesn't make sense in the present.
Also, modern common sense will not pass in the future.
Then thinking about such an issue is wrong in itself.
Both are correct in their opinions.
It's just another human being who can't accept that fact.
As a result, times when young people…… have repeated what a meaningless exchange of words.
And then we get to one conclusion.
"I think both opinions are parallel everywhere......"
Never interact.
I reject it somewhere in my mind, whether I know it or understand it.
"Not a bad answer."
The president looks this way again with a sharp gaze as he moves from the rear to the position where he shows himself.
Already, some of me were out of consciousness talking about cultural festivals.
Only how I look in this man's eyes and how I change in word exchange fills his brain.
I haven't seen him in a while, if I say so, it's just a relationship with a friend's parents.
But I was already strongly impressed by the person named Miya Kirasaka in me.
Perhaps you won't be able to forget it forever.
They said, "I don't see myself" face to face, naturally.
"Not only adults and children have been less able to think in recent years... but the sight and unsubstantiated information flying around makes the generality of others, not their own, the right answer, but don't forget... man's greatest weapon is to think"
Hear the answer to the question and the president tells you so.
"Your eyes belong to people who don't know themselves. I look at who I am, what I should do, what fun is, and in various situations I look away from my surroundings"
Both the chairman and Kirosaka assemble the consciousness of all and affirm again that there is zero sighing to change the air in the room that is straining them.
"I'm a student, lots of sex sharks, but you enjoy it more than anything, you should think about making your emotions a priority... and it's pity that I can teach you that, and sheesh... and you're a person who understands who you are like your childhood friend"
To Kirasaka, and the next gaze toward the chairman, belonged to a kind father watching over my child.
I felt warm and like I trusted my child, something I had never felt at home.
The last eyes that looked at me were softer than ever.
"Makoto Makoto, I felt like a very biased person when I saw you, not childish... but if you turn back, you have the power to think, and then you know yourself"
That said, when I leave the couch, I sit in a chair that looks expensive.
One file left on the desk was sandwiched with documents for the bus rental permit.
As if she knew, I'm the only one who takes time to understand the situation as the chairman turns his gaze only to the president like he was stunned.
"Um... what's the story about renting a bus?
The whole conversation with me didn't bring up the subject of cultural festivals.
Only stories that can be described mainly as advice about humanity and the future are in my memory.
At the end of the day, when I asked him directly, he naturally returned it.
"I had decided to lend that stuff from the start. The first threat I made was to see how you reacted."
"Oh... that's the thing"
After that, the president keeps his mouth shut and the three of them take their seats.
Doors that felt heavy when entering the room were light when leaving.
Only reassurance, openness, and the stirring heartbeat of the remaining chest reach the ear.
But just before the door closed, he said, "We'll have another chance to talk."
Honestly, I don't want to see you until I understand what you've been told today and convinced myself, but apparently that's going to be difficult.
Perhaps it's closer to the show than I thought.