Not my Youth!?
Chapter 3 I don't understand?

I've been in school here for a week and almost all of my classmates have started getting to know each other slowly, including myself. Not bad. Considering there are no friends from smp that I know are here. Thanks to Grandpa for getting me in here. Grandpa told me if you had the chance, meet the principal here to talk and say thank you.

Next time, just go. I don't know how to meet the principal normally other than if I met by chance or there was an important need. Grandpa also said if there was a chance.

Gran who had made a scene on the first day did not do anything – strange things as expected people.

I also have no problem communicating.

Of course there's no problem.

“Hm.”

“Hm.”

Except this one. What can I talk about, huh?

“Ototmu is huge.” How many times have I

saying this?

“Hm. You're right,” replied Reka while rolling up the arm

his shirt. He is not tired of answering. He was also confused as to what to say.

This is what it feels like to try talking to a quiet person.

“Do you exercise often?”

“Ya, sometimes – sometimes.”

“Oh.”

Doesn't look like sometimes – sometimes.

The design doesn't talk too much. From what I've noticed, he hasn't spoken to anyone in a week. Silence has its limits too! Fortunately, during this over a week he began to say a word two, despite a broken –. At first he answered a lot with a murmuring voice. Several times also Rena participated in the conversation so that a series of words remain connected between Reka and others. Can this be called development?

Rena who from afar monitored while talking to her friend – saw with a warm smile here. He also gave a look that seemed to say “Sangkat!”, to his brother.

“Mm.” The designer replies with a nod while lifting a thumb.

Seeing this I can only smile wryly.

I think people who are big but not talk much always have an intimidating image. Perhaps it would be interesting if the Reka put on the robe that the monk usually wears. His appearance can be similar to

a wandering warrior monk.

Apart from my monologue just now, I promised to be good friends with him. There was a time when I had to drag him into bigger group talks.

What have you been doing all this time? I wanted to ask him. His personality is inversely proportional to Rena who can nimbrung there – here.

We were now standing in the hallway leaning against the wall, watching people pass by.

“Do you like martial arts?”

“Ya, very,” reply Design.

“Oh, fast.” I pointed at the hands of Reka.

The texture of the hand was thick, and there were some cuts on the palm and the head of his hand. From there it was discovered.

The designer smiled a little.

Oh, just this time I saw this guy smiling normally. He held his palm while he slipped a dry callus on his palm.

“Hard right?” tanyakanya.

“Hard, but cool. Very male.” I consider such marks as the result of hard work.  “See I also have a little?” I showed a callus scar on my hand as well.

“Oh .. “ says Design as if amazed.

No. gabe. No. gabe. It's nothing – what compared to yours.

“Once hit. Maybe you can crack a human skull.”

The expression of the design got rather serious. He was silent as if thinking of something.

“You are right,” he said as if looking at the past

far-off.

Eh? Don't tell me you ever did it? What

you're right – true warrior monk?

“Maybe you have a genuine fighting experience?”

The designer was silent while looking at me. Please don't shut up

like that, you scared me. This person when he stared silently the aura of intimidation flooded out.

“There are several,” the answer is short.

“It was amazing! The competition? Or do not-don't fight the streets?”

My enthusiasm made Reka a hassle, she was a bit difficult to say.

“It's a little complicated to say.”

“Oh. No problem, don't think about.”

His face seemed to have difficulty answering so what can be done. There may be something personal that makes it difficult to speak.

Does it have anything to do with his stature and nature now? I don't know. I was just guessing.

“If you have such an experience, it's really amazing.”

“Authorizible?” The design solves confusion.

“Mm. Amazing, very man once.”

The designer was silent for a moment while looking at me. I told you to stop looking at me mutely!

“Thank you.”

Hm? There was a slight happy hue on his face.

...

Silence hit us again. Nothing can continue. I better head to the cafeteria. The design did not come and went back to the class.

There are still 10 minutes left, easy – mudaya milk in place uncle has not run out

"Ouch!"

“Ah, sorry.”

I don't see anyone walking fast from the classroom. I accidentally nudged him out the door.

“Ah, I'm sorry not to look forward,” said the girl I nudged.

“No, I didn't see well.”

If it's not wrong, her name is Anna. Among the humans in this 1-3th grade, Anna was the most ordinary student. Round glasses, very neat clothes, and bun-tied hair, now carrying a book. The picture of exemplary students. Maybe some people say that his style is geeky.

“Is there anything?” He looked at me seriously as if he was observing something. Is there something strange on my face?

If you notice, his lips are a bit thick and his eyes are a little belo. I want to take my eyes off immediately. I realized Rena who was in the distance was also staring here.

His face looked more serious than usual.

What's the matter? Is something wrong?

“Oh, no. Excuse me.”

Why did he just look at me like that? Heroines

potential though?

Suddenly someone put his arm on my shoulder. “What's the matter, friend, your lover?”

Gran said to me in a joking tone. This guy was joking with me for the first time like this.

“I hope it can happen.”

Gran put on a suspicious face, “Hope to it? What that is like is your taste. Appearance is ordinary,” he said while patting my shoulder.

I can only shrug my shoulders. No, no, how to talk about taste.

“You alone, what is your taste like?” I pointed towards Rena.

Rena waved back.

“Not bad. But I chose one like that.” It

pointed towards Erika who was walking from the canteen. Her thick blond hair was very striking.

“You pointed to an area full of competition. Reason?”

“Appearance,” says Gran with confidence. Answer's simple.

Really? I thought you were gonna say something about the aura or something.

“Kukira there is something more special besides appearance.”

“If there's anything I won't tell you,” replied Gran.

Hm? Meanin?

Looking at my confused expression Gran just smiled while patting my shoulder hard 3 times.

“No.” Gran said and left

When I went to the cafeteria, someone came up to me again, Rena.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Just yesterday we met, well miss.”

“What is the talk with sister smoothly?”

His face was full of expectation. This sister really wants her brother to socialize.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Currently, perhaps."

“Oh, thank goodness!” answer Rena relieved. “Wish brother

have a normal friend his age,” said Rena continued.

“What was it like?”

Maybe Rena can answer. But he also had a troubled expression.

“There's a lot going on in our neighborhood, that's all I can say,” Rena replied with a wry smile.

Apparently there is something. Not my place to talk then.

“Oh.” .

Uh. Putting aside the matter of Reka, maybe this is the right time to ask the thing that always makes me curious. Hair color.

“Hei Rena if I may ask, is this genuine?”

“Eh?!” Rena screamed loudly.

“Ah, sorry!”

My curiosity rose slightly until I held her hair. It's natural that he was surprised. But really my curiosity is only in this hair, it! There is no specific purpose. Oh, my God, I'm nervous now. Time to look around! No one noticed.

Goody.

The surprised Rena turned red. Oops. I didn't raise any flags. The touch does not count.

“Hahaha. I was shocked,” said Rena while trying to remove the red on her face.

“I too, in many senses. Sorry.” Not a two-piece, but a wad!

Rena shook her head.

I pointed at Rena's hair. “I'm just wondering if it's real or not, because accidentally your hair I think like an object, so, yes, I accidentally touch.”

Rena laughed a little. “You're the 100th person to ask.”

“100, not the first. There is a celebration for the hundredth?” I tried to turn it into a joking atmosphere.

“Soley to research?” he said in a serious tone.

I don't need a hair. How do I research it anyway? With microscopes?

“If you can just tell.”

“This original.”

“Wah, it turns out to be original. That was amazing. Just this time I saw it.”

Who has this color that I know? There aren't.

“It's only natural that people think this is fake, a lot of hair like this is painted right?” said Rena while playing her bangs.

“Descendant? Hair Regular black design only.”

“Yes, but a little far. If not wrong with our great-grandmother. Descendants from northern Europe or something. I never met, just heard from the story.”

It looks like that gene went down to Rena. Including nose and chin. Maybe that's also the reason why Reka has a big body.

“So.”

“If you want to see a rarer one, don't we have someone in class?”

Rena's eyes were fixed on Erika who was walking with 3 other friends past us. He also looked towards us.

“True?” said Rena.

If that's what I can't argue with. Long golden blond hair Her stature is like a model and taller than Rena. There is an aura if people say.

“I just this time saw a non-black, in this school only.”

“I'm new first to see a golden one like Erika,” timpal Rena. “Many of the upperclassmen have already taken an approach from what I heard.”

It's within expectations if that happens.

Rena arrived - suddenly a subtle laugh. “But come to think of it, the one who held my hair directly when I first met was just Enric who was brave.”

I'm being embarrassed. Hopefully Rena doesn't have a fan club that wants to kill me.

“It ... Hahahaha.”

Well, what can be said. “Is there a celebration?”

“You want me to buy you a drink?”

“Bby!”

“It's also a little thank you for brother.”

What a caring sister!