196 196 Measurements and confidential stories between men (1/2)
In the end, the circumference class offering at the cultural festival was decided into a coffee shop.
At that time, Zhou can only put on a look that would make him suffer from something bitter. They would expect midday, a thousand years old, and other well-visible women to serve.
It was a circumference that obeyed the decision for the most part because there was no reason to overshadow what had been decided, but when measuring it, it subtly defied it.
”No, because I don't look good.”
”I wouldn't know if I didn't try that on. Look, give it up. Because I can't borrow my costume without at least measuring how long my back is and how wide my shoulders are.”
”Fujimiya - Give Up -”
”You've already given up on the side of the gate...”
'Cause there was this kind of premise.'
The negotiator said that the costume had been calculated to be safely loaned, so it was time for the customer service student to measure because he wanted to secure the number early.... but I am only unhappy that I was turned over to customer service on my own.
The tree said, ”You have to make time with Mr. Vertebra to prepare for what might happen,” but I should tell you this first.
”When or you... have you gotten fatter than before?
”That's rude. Hey. I haven't gained any fat. I'm forced to live a regular life.”
”Ha, your wife's in good hands.”
”Weird”
If you feel ashamed of what your wife told you about midday and put your tongue on the words, the tree will have the same teasing grin back.
”Well, fat or more muscular than before?
”There may be that. Thanks to the portal muscle tray.”
”I want to know what it is.”
For some reason, I urge the side of the gate to the edible trees, while seeing the other boys who are measured in the same way as the lights.
They were discussing something with them, but I was curious because it was very much what they did.
As I shrugged my ears trying to hear the conversation, I heard a voice that was apparently slightly excited to hear me talking about midday.
”You look like a maid of honor to Mr. Vertebra...... fine”
”You're measuring in another classroom by now, aren't you? Measurements and stuff. Wow.”
”How big is that?”
”The difference between the ups and downs of the White River, which is always with us, is good.”
”If the tree asks, he'll kill you.”
”No, I admit trees are cautious too... he said he had too many palms...”
”Anyway, Fujimiya is jealous that you can have Mr. Vertebra to yourself”
I look at people's girlfriends with what kind of eyes, or maybe when they ask me, it's the trees that are more unsavory than this boy, or I look at them without even trying to hide the creeps as they penetrate inside.
”... you guys seem at least a little less deaf”
”Hey, Fujimiya, were you listening?”
I hope you don't fantasize too much about a person's girlfriend's physical fitness, but I also enjoy being angry there with boulders because they are not very popular. Besides, I could tell you how paranoid I was that Zhou was the only one who would actually be given the opportunity to see me.
They were also laughing bitterly at the tree as they heard it. If it sounded like a thousand years old, it would have been a bad story, but it would have been treated as a confidential story because I am not more willing to make it public.
”No, because... you have to”
”It's that angel. I always hide in blazers and vests, but it's pretty... hey Fujimiya, what do you think?”
It's just a space for boys, so maybe there's a story popping up about taking care of them.
With some anticipating glance, Zhou shrugs his shoulders while conscious of not creating wrinkles between his eyebrows.
”I don't care what they say. Only as I saw it.”
”Don't make fun of me.”
”No, I don't know what to say.”
”Here, you have apples and melons.”
”Fruit is individually different.”
”Don't let it get too hard on you!
”You're the one who makes it hard!
Why should I tell others her size? Zhou doesn't know the exact size in the first place either. No, I know the number of cups I saw in my midday laundry in an accident when I got home, but I can't even talk about it.
What do you do when you know that?
They cram their enthusiasm around feeling drawn to their pushing classmates.
If you look at the tree because you want the boulder to help you, you're laughing and clapping your shoulders. He doesn't seem willing to help.
Anyway, I don't know.
”Don't lie to me”
”Not followed.”
”Uh, you guys. What Zhou is saying is not a lie.”
The tree, who gave me the help in detail as if I had no choice, grins with the stuffed man and the gaze around him.
”Because Zhou is the one who doesn't serve Vertebra when you stay. Don't you know why?”
To the words of the tree, the classroom quieted down.
”... Fujimiya, theory of not being a man”
”That's why you didn't even show interest in those gravure magazines”
”Hey! Tree, don't talk weird too, because I just don't respect the will of midday!
”People tell you to fuck it up.”
”You know what?”
”No, normally... isn't staying something they're willing to accept? Girls aren't stupid either, so you're considering the possibility.”
”Well, they think it's too soon because they're a serious, pure, beginner couple that's rare today. Pi, pi, pi. Instead, this is a natural monument that I have to watch over, don't tell me anything extra.”