78 Receptionist Second Year Edition - 8

Go into the library with Mr. Zozo with a large amount of paper that wrote down the contents of the meeting.

There were a few people in the room. Some people use it at work, others use it effortlessly with a sense of reading.

I also used this place all the time in my hobby spare time study, after the reception, dorm room for a long time.

I hope you don't get me wrong, but it's nothing. I'm not a free man.

"Let's sit over there."

"Yes...... ah"

Once I was stopping in front of the door and re-holding the paper in my hand, I saw the book in the dossier room flying fluffy and slowly returning to the bookshelf.

Since China and I have been organizing the library, thankfully there have been no complaints, and it seems frustrating that they have all been using the lending books, heavy stones, etc. "Something, it's funny," some seniors laughed and enjoyed the process of the book going back, so I'd like to think it was a success, well. Positive assumptions are important.

Me and Mr. Zozo put that large amount of paper on a relatively small desk that we could both use, sweating on our foreheads.

In the sky glancing through the window of the library, you can see the red at dusk.

Zozo rubbing his shoulder, wanting to carry him by magic, pulled out the chair that had been on his desk and sat there with Dosun.

"I was off today. I hate meetings."

"What do you want to do with the rice?

"Ah. I think I'll teach Nanary how to cook."

Mr. Zozo extends with his arms up and stretches. Her shiny dark hair is shaking over her shoulder.

"Is it good to cook again?

"Hmm, but, uh. I figured I'd think about it."

Recently, Mr. Zozo was experiencing certain changes.

Until now, when it was a choice to go out and eat, I suddenly showed myself the attitude of cooking for some reason. I didn't mean that I stopped eating out, but every time I tried to hear that change of heart, I said, 'I'm an adult too,' and he didn't tell me why.

I'm not as good at cooking as I am confident, but I don't have the personality to refuse requests from people. I'm happy to be relied upon, and I like to be clearly relied upon. That's not why I'm vulnerable to pushing.

I cut vegetables, bake, boil, etc. and my mother knocked me into the basics, so it's okay, but it's not a big deal when I say I teach it.

But still, she told me to tell her, so she had just cooked and eaten in the dorm room. If I were to teach today, this would be my third culinary study group.

For once, I've been told I don't like that, although I've recommended that people who work at Hare's restaurant rather than being taught to go to cooking classes or something.

Everything, he doesn't mean he wants to make it that serious. Easily, he said with one hand that he wanted to be as good an arm as he could be for a bit.

It was dangerous for now.

I was the one who couldn't figure out more and more why, but I decided on my mind to try to polish my knife well again today because of Mr. Zozo.

"Is Wallhernus the first month of the season away from the sky?

"Right. I think it was in the director's dossier."

Turn to the materials you put on your desk.

I was off today, so not my uniform, but my usual one. I wrapped my arms around the widening part of my sleeve and removed a piece of paper from the bundle. Too many sheets to even pull on unnecessary paper. Yeah, stay.

The paper contains details about Wallhernus' dates for next year, competitive eligibility conditions, and prizes.

Pinch the desk and the two of us look at the material.

"Five years ago, Nanary was still a student."

"Was Zozo just about graduating?"

"I've been doing this for seven days, so I went to the Kingdom of Vestanu on my day off and paid the admission fee to see it ~. It was a heck of a high fee, though."

"But that'll be part of the prize, won't it? Good business."

"It's realistic. It's a question of whether a rookie will come with this. I'm glad you could make it."

"Do they think it's all paperwork?"

"I wouldn't be able to do it if I saw you doing some grand paperwork behind the reception."

I thought of Mr. Arquez and the others silently judging the paperwork.

Sure, I couldn't help but think.