201 201 Who you want to call (1/2)

Zhou Da's school is not so open as to say a cultural festival, only relatives and acquaintances can participate, and on top of that, they need to apply in advance. In the form of distributing a ticket for a student to apply and using the ticket to enter.

There is, of course, a ceiling for distribution per person.

This is a measure because of the noise in recent years and the presence of ordinary customers who had previously experienced violent shakedowns on campus. Student safety is a priority at many cultural festivals.

”I don't have anyone to call, do I?”

After dinner, watching the application form handed out at the school, whining at midday like nothing was going on.

He's been called an angel and loved at midday, but he's basically been trying not to make certain friends. Even in middle school, that didn't seem to change, and there was no such thing as a very close friend.

I'd be parents if I didn't call my friends, but my father doesn't seem to be able to call my mother first anyway. I guess I didn't want to call my parents at midday in the first place, so I had no one to call.

”It's unbridled because I don't have a good friend to call you on purpose. I don't have a problem with friendly people staying in school.”

”Well me too... No, if I didn't tell you, my mothers would shut up...”

”Will Shibako and the others be joining us?

”If I kept my mouth shut last year, I'd be fucked up later”

Shibako's obstinacy was terrible when she found out.

As for Zhou, he was also embarrassed to be a high school student and be in contact with his parents because he could see Shibako's personality also skinning in public. Besides, I didn't want anyone else to see my parents snooze, because there is.

This year, he remembered it as a boulder. The message ”It's time for a cultural festival, isn't it?” arrived. It would be a reminder of a ticket.

”I call you in public, just in case you don't mess with me”

”Aha, haha”

I have a bitter laugh because I know very well that Shibako and the others are naturally snuggling around at midday.

”Well, so I guess it's just the two of us calling. There's a distance from the local area, and there's no one close enough to call it.”

”Really...”

And at midday, knowing one end of the disturbance that had been, he tried not to go on any further.

As for Zhou, I don't care anymore and it feels like I don't care because I have a good relationship with friends I've made since I was in high school, but they still care.

As for Zhou, I care about the midday one with my parents' problems.

Seems that Asahi Yang, his father at midday, has no personality problems but has no idea of meeting both sides, and his mother wants to see him first. I can tell that even around once I heard the conversation between the two of them. It's not what I could call a cultural festival.

I don't know about my pre-midday high school life, so I thought I couldn't speak...

”... Speaking of which, I said no one calls at midday, but who's the housekeeper?

At midday I was treated equally to neglect by my parents, but I remembered that there was a woman who loved her and educated her like that.

Midday housekeeping and cooking skills seemed to be planted by the housekeeper, and he looked sweet when he talked about the woman at midday. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a substitute for some kind of midday.

To Zhou's words, eyes round at midday.