Saturday and Sunday are inserted. End-of-semester testing begins on Monday, after school on such a Friday.
There was no student council in front of the test, and the bud grenade came straight home when school was over. Of course Shotaro is with us, and now Shotaro is standing in the kitchen and Shotaro is renting the Nanahara family's living room to study.
"Thank you for everything. Shotaro-kun"
Mariko serves a warm cup of tea to Shotaro, who is studying. To Shotaro, who tends to be confused by Mariko's care: "It's okay! Because tea can be properly brewed deliciously!" and had a slightly out-of-the-box voice.
"No...... Um, thank you."
"Hehe. Good luck with your Monday test."
Shotaro has exchanged words with Mariko so much every day since he started coming to Shotaro's house. While I was doing so, the number of conversations was growing, and Shotaro was now enough to give Mariko a little smile.
Still, after all, the gibberish remains.
"Nanwon"
"Yes."
Shotaro called out to such budding grenades, who cook with the conversation between Shotaro and Mariko in their ears.
Shotaro looks at Shotaro in the living room with his neck slightly tilted. Then Shotaro coughed up.
"I forgot the answer to the question set in world history at home. … can you answer the question set p128"
"Huh? Uh... Tennis court vows in turn from the top of Q1, Bastille prison - First Alliance against the Buddha, Termidor - Trafalgar's naval battle - Tiljit treaty,"
Shotaro's hands-on set of 128 pages of answers With all 50 questions in his mouth, Shotaro moves to a fast chop of cabbage.
"... helpful"
Shotaro groans with a small voice. I knew the bud grenade could answer, and I asked, but when I could answer it clearly and accurately, I couldn't help but be surprised.
"Bud grenade, sassaru"
Mariko just laughs with pleasure at Nico, even when she is shown her unusual memory of a bud grenade.
"When I see that memory, I feel beaten down by my daily efforts,"
"Haha, Shotaro is not honest"
Mariko's light laughter echoes. I would normally flatter my parents in front of me. But I would try to say, "Mr. Bud Grey's memory is amazing". Where you don't say that sounds like Shotaro, that's fresh, and Mariko was laughing.
"Well, my Kei is beaten up every day, too. I'm listening to you, buddy, even if I try to memorize it with a lot of effort next to you."
Imagine that, Shotaro gets half-eyed. I realized the breadth of my brother-in-law's heart, Kei Nanahara, thinking that if I were Kei's position, I would almost twist it.
"So people say 'cowardly child' and 'sloppy child'"
Mariko stares at the bud grenade showing off her accustomed knife judgment. That gaze was somewhere lonely and I didn't see the lightness until just now.
"It's not like cowardice...... But... I think 'sloppy'"
"... Huh?
"I have all that memory, but I don't even prestige, and I try twice as hard as that person... I don't think that personality is good. I can't imitate it. I'm not even willing to."
Shotaro said so and drank Mariko's brewed tea. A little tannic, but warm tea.
Mariko looked at Shotaro like that with a slightly surprised face.
Shotaro thought Mariko would surely deny that both "cowardice" and "sloppiness" would all be denied if he were to go to the bud grenade. I'm sure if you and everyone else, you denied it the way Mariko wanted it.
Shotaro, however, affirmed 'sloppiness' by denying 'cowardice'. Mariko was surprised at that, and surprised that the word 'sloppy' was so gentle.
Shotaro turned "sloppy", which is only used in a negative sense, into a compliment.
"Oh well.... sloppy."
It was Mariko's hateful word. But if Shotaro were to say it, I felt I could also admit a little bud grenade 'sloppy'.
Mariko laughs nihehe and peeks into Shotaro's notebook.
"Shoutaro is amazing too, but Shoutaro is amazing too. You got it all right."
"... because this is a simple set of questions"
"Don't be modest."
Mariko was speaking to Shotaro as if talking to Kei.
"Mom and I got along a lot better."
Having dinner, Shotaro was in his room with Shotaro.
Shotaro laughs happily in retrospect of Mariko and Shotaro, who were in conversation during the dinner making.
"Well... a little"
The bud grenade sitting on the bed stares jizzily at Shotaro's head sitting on the carpet.
Shotaro is taller, so the view you don't usually see. Is this what I always look like in Shotaro's eyes? Bud grenades were thinking about that.
"... I don't think my mother would have had a conversation with me, like Nanahara's mother, even if she was still with me"
From Shotaro, I said that. Shotaro talks smugly, but his hindsight did not carry grief.
"That guy... because all he ever did was call my name and say 'stay by my side'.... well, it was better than being treated dead."
Shotaro and his mother's relationship is very complicated. And the end of their relationship was so frustrating and sad.
I erased myself from my mother's memory. I can't even sympathize with Shotaro like that in an easy way.
"For me, I thought my mother was someone who couldn't live without something."
The idea of ruling Shotaro at an early age has been tying Shotaro's heart ever since. For a young man, a 'woman' was a mother, and the weakness of his mother was all the weakness of a 'woman'.
"But I think I talked to Nanhara's mother and found out just a little bit about the real 'mother'"
"... Gejong-kun"
Shotaro turned his face to the side and reflected about the bud grenade in his eyes.
"Nanhara is right, my attitude towards' women 'is just biased. If I'd talked to a girl earlier, I might have lost this prejudice."
Decide, reject the girl.
Shotaro couldn't really walk over to the girl. That's the fact.
But if I had walked over, I might have changed now.
"Still, I... don't regret that I hated women"
I feel like I've done terrible things with condescending prejudice by pushing through my female haters and making a lot of female students cry and reject them.
I've had a lot of trouble because I don't like women.
If I had overcome it quickly, it wouldn't have all been a struggle. Still, Shotaro didn't regret hating the woman.
"Otherwise, I would never have felt special about Nanhara."
Shotaro's words also sound as if he was talking to himself. But the bud grenade had listened to him properly.
"If I didn't hate women... I wouldn't even know if I was sleeping in the classroom after school that day"
The first after-school classroom where Shotaro and Shotaro exchanged words.
Shotaro, who doesn't hate women, is not like Shotaro right now. After school that day, I don't even know if Shotaro, who doesn't hate women, was fulfilling and sleeping.
"If you don't hate women... I'm sure -"
The clock needle makes a tick and sounds.
The bud grenade was staring into Shotaro's eyes on the other side of his glasses. The bud grenade swallowed his spit as he heard his heartbeat go faster.
"... I'm sure?
"I'm sure... I would have rather hated Nanhara. Laugh unwillingly, Hella."
Shotaro distracts from the bud grenade. With his face back to the front again, Shotaro exhaled small.
I held down my chest, which rang like an early bell, and the bud grenade laughed hahaha.
"So now you're saying you like..."
I tried to tell him to tear it up. I'm sure Shotaro would turn that way by saying, "Don't be complacent, you idiot" etc. That's how I thought, bud grenade laughed and said.
"... Well, that's the thing"
Shotaro, however, affirms Shotaro's joke, back-to-back with Shotaro's prediction.
Shotaro's lit trick burned into the bud grenade's eyes.
Shotaro didn't understand what Shotaro was talking about for a moment.
But when I remembered and understood it again with my head, my face was now dyed bright red as soon as possible.
"Nan..."
"Ah! Oh, tea!
Shotaro is about to look back at this one, and the bud grenade hurries up from the bed.
That's how I turned away from Shotaro and headed to the door of the room with an early foot.
"I'm thirsty, I'll bring you some tea. The special training... and then we'll see."
That's what Bud Grey says and leaves the room in a hurry.
Batan and closed the door of the room and left his back at the door. The exhaling breath felt just a little hot.
"What's the rush..."
Squeeze and calm your own mind.
Shotaro was just more honest than usual. Shotaro, who usually denies it, surprised me that it was an unintended word.
That's what the bud grenade tells him to say and get his back off the door.
I'm ashamed of Shotaro's lit reply, but I'm glad.
Ignoring the noisy beating, the bud grenade went down the stairs.