226 226 Culture Festival Ends (2/2)

”You wrote on the roster yourself that you would participate - You can choose who you want to borrow from or owe me.

”What kind of pussy?”

”If you don't like that, let's just get rid of it, and let's put the interest on hand.”

”Do the trees, too.”

My classmate slapped me on the shoulder and I just finished it and launched it - and while I grinned bitterly at the way the tree was lifting my fist and inspiring my classmate, I threw a lot of disposable cutlery into the bag. Watching the tree, cleaning up the same way at midday.

”How are you, really”

”Is that him?”

”Where was the launch planned?”

”He said he's booking a couple of karaoke rooms. And then the second meeting (family) is free to participate.”

The launch belongs to those who expressed their intention to attend in advance. Zhou was normally absent last year, but this year he is not only a tree but also midday and a thousand years old, and I feel that he has been intimated with his classmates, so I am slightly tempted to participate.

Honestly, I don't like to sing in public, so I'd like to stay listening only if I could, but I've been worried about what's going on because the tree is going to force me to hold the microphone.

”I'm telling my mothers I'm planning to stay with us, so it's okay to be a little late, but like this, I guess I'm a little bad at being busy. Karaoke alone is coming home today.”

”I'm going to do that too. In the first place, dinner is served.”

”By being competent.”

”If you want to reduce your efforts when you leave, I'll do just about that.”

When I admire the middle of the day, when I think clearly about dinner, and spill a sneak grin at the word ”home” (...) and ”time” (...), I blink again and again wonderfully at midday.

She asked me if there was anything interesting with her gaze, but she decided to put her shoulders up with a grin and regain consciousness to the cleaner without answering the silent question.