85 84 stories, go to school

"Oh, is that pretty girl a student here?

"It's elementary school, isn't it? Why are you wearing our gymnastics clothes?"

"But so cute..."

Ah.

I should have been somewhat used to being able to gaze at a large number of people in a clan clan. When strange eyes become concentrated in reality, they become dull.

That makes the discomfort more irresponsible when it becomes my school, which I went to without any feeling and with a feeling close to a certain inertia (because of it). The aspect of who you are flying your gaze at is that your school peers are in a different situation than Clan Clan, so it could be one reason to applaud my confusion.

"Taro, walk tight"

My sister pulled my hand through the school gate and headed to the school building.

Though on summer vacation, there are plenty of students who flourish to encourage ministry activities. They're whispering to each other without seeing us or getting together.

"Can I go to school..."

"What are you talking about? It doesn't make me weak."

The routine, which has been extremely commonplace, is dressed unnaturally if it turns into a girl. That's what they seem to say from around here, and I honestly don't feel good.

But I knew this would happen, and I was ready by last night.

"Taro, don't worry about it. Look, look forward, stretch your posture."

"... yeah"

When I reached the front door for guests, I was able to escape the sight of the students, so my chest would be filled with relief for just a moment.

"After all, maybe that outfit wasn't good enough"

"Hmmm... I thought this was normal if I was going to school while I was there, but as my sister pointed out, it could have been a failure..."

Habits are horrible.

I wore gymnastics clothes as a result of my efforts to blend in naturally at school. My sister is wearing personal clothes.

I should have come in my personal clothes, too.

If I hadn't worn gymnastics clothing, which is a testament to the students at this school, the students might not have reacted that far.

"But Taro's not wrong"

"Well..."

Take the follow up with a bitter laugh.

My sister pulled the trigger, and I'm the student here.

It doesn't change that it's true, but I'm heartily surprised at myself for realizing that this combination is going to look terribly strange.

I mean, me and my sister seem to stand out above this.

"Is that Mr. Sinki, the model? Oh, maybe shooting?

"What kid next to that... silver hair? Outsiders? Not sooo cute!?

A pair of misplaced girls in the hallway stop on their feet and show off their bareback gestures distracted from making contact with this one.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a pretty girl with silver hair."

"You're crazy because of the heat... you look like an angel! Some beautiful ladies!

I think the table tennis club is walking on campus and the boys are dying.

"Taro, keep away from me, but laugh lovingly."

Yes, he gave me advice. When I saw my sister, her mouth painted a gloomy arc, but her eyes seeped with colors that left a difficult impression of going somewhere beside her. With such a grin, I walk down the hallway more and more.

Somehow, while I'm convinced my sister is in part of the work mode, I'll try to imitate it too. Try your best, smile as open a distance, like forming an invisible wall with your opponent. Still, it's never something that feels bad. Instead, keep it favorable.

"You can do it, Taro."

The smile my sister gave me, who praised me, was dazzling like the sun, unlike anything I would give others.

"Because I have a good master."

Light up and send a quick compliment to my sister.

I'm ashamed to see my sister's face head-on, and I'm out of my sight. The gaze spills naturally onto the floor.

"... Ah, dazzling"

The linoleum in the hallway is reflecting in the summer sun and brilliant, enveloping us.

I was exposed to the gaze of my classmates, and my mind and body should be stretched, but I felt strange and tender time flowing to my sister and brother (us).

"What do you say? You're gonna try to be a model like me, aren't you?

"I don't want to... I'm not sure I can do this without my sister"

"Huhuhuhuhuhu"

My sister squeezed her own hair and only slightly strengthened her ability to hold my hand.

I kind of laughed too when I saw my sister's hair teasing habits that made me feel better.

"Hey! Did you see that kid's, like, smile now...?

"Yabe, I... I think I'm gonna wake up to something"

We continued through with a cool grin at the reaction of the students we met in the school building.

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The person applying for school delivery is, of course, the principal.

So my sister had contacted the school side beforehand and seemed to be making an appointment this afternoon to face the principal.

"Two pairs a year... Buddha (two) or... I was listening, but that's it... No, it's nothing, forget it. Well, sit back there and wait for me. You came to the pull rate, was it your sister? Just wait a little while there, too."

Dr. Goto, a gym teacher, looked at me and greeted us with suspicious behavior. As he instructs, I'll sit on the couch for guests in the staff room.

The teachers in the staff room look at this one sometimes with chills, but they don't show the bare gesture of anyone talking to them.

Then a few minutes later, the head teacher led me to the principal's office.

"Go ahead, come here"

If you open the door to the principal's office in a way that follows the head teacher -.

There was a well-maintained wooden desk facing each other and a headmaster who slowly laid his back on the chair. And beside it stood a woman in a monastic garment (...).

Huh...?

Is there a Sister in the principal's office?

Such my agitation and suspicion are crushed by the pronounced voice of the principal.

"Buddha Shintaro and her sister, Buddha Makoto, right?

The headmaster of Bald Head (Toto), who was in his late fifties, asked the question.

It was my sister who replied fluently to that.

"Yes. As promised, I asked you about Shintaro's sexual transformation... Is that your client?

Eyes on the woman next to the principal, my sister shakes a lot.

Yes, the nun and I both knew each other (...).

"No, no. I'm done talking to her earlier. However, I am not directly involved in the matter of Shintaro, but it seems that this woman also has a joint schooling obligation. They're in the same room."

Sister introduced to the Principal......

Sister (...) - Lean (...) flew a nickel and a mother smile at us. On the other hand, I also felt like I was including silent pressure to 'don't talk about anything'.

Sister Lean.

She was helped when her sister, Michelle, went by from before and fell from heat stroke. I am also a Sister who serves a god named 'Rainbow Goddess', the head of a neighborhood church who has recently become facetious.

With her supervisor like that, I listen to the confessions of people who visit the church at a pace of Monday, and they make me imitate Sister...

Why is she here...?

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I didn't miss a slight distortion in my sister's face when she had an immovable grin until earlier.