“Hmhm… Hachiman. I am not a master when it comes to interviews…”
“I know.”
More than I’d like to anyway… But I also happened to be pretty poor at interviews. There was a time where I nonchalantly failed an interview of nothing for a part-time job, so not only did I run out on my duties at part-time jobs, I also ran away from interviews.
As I nostalgically drowned in my useless nature as a human being from the past, Isshiki stretched out her hands all the way to the laptop from behind me and fiddled with it. She then let out a voice of realization as if convinced of something.
I questioned her with a look wondering what happened. Isshiki then nodded. “But you know, wouldn’t Yui-senpai totally pass something like this?”
“Huh, why’s that? I’m totally bad with tests, though…” Surprised from the sudden call, Yuigahama let out a discorded voice. As she looked at Isshiki with blinking eyes, Isshiki scrolled down on the screen.
“Ah, no. Just looking at this picture gives me the feeling they’re kinda similar to us, so I thought it’d be super easy since they’d probably let cute people in.”
“Well, that’s fair.”
If we put aside the written exam, Yuigahama seems like she’d be good with interviews. She could probably communicate with those enthusiastic, go-go guys.
When I nodded to Isshiki’s statement, Yuigahama who found it surprising to be evaluated like that blushed. As she rubbed the hair bun on her head, she shot glances at me. “R-Really?”
“Yeah. If it’s you, Yuigahama, you seem like you could fit right in with this annoying happy-go-lucky atmosphere.”
“That’s your reason!? I got happy for nothing…” Yuigahama dropped her shoulders and looked away. No, no, it’s not like I said you weren’t cute or anything, yes. I was just saying that if it’s you, you could easily fit in with these enthusiastic, go-go university students, yes. It’s just, you know, I don’t think it’s a good thing if you let those people drag you into their pace!
“Well, how about this? Uh, people judge you based on your appearance, but what’s important is the inside… In fact, I’d say it’s better to avoid these clubs that evaluate you based on your appearance and enthusiasm. Probably, not that I’d know.”
“Eh? Mmm, well, I guess so. Yeah…” Yuigahama didn’t seem to be in full agreement, but she reluctantly nodded and turned back my way.
Listening from beginning to end, Isshiki blurted out in a small voice as if appalled. “…Senpai, you’re super bad at following up.”
Buzz off. If I was good at it, I wouldn’t be ditching my interviews at all.
“Inside, huh…? In that case, I’m not sure what to think of a gathering of only people with the same values. I can’t imagine them seeking to grow if they’re enclosed in a homogenous and monopolized environment…” Yukinoshita who had been lending her ear to the conversation from the side looked at the website and opened her mouth in doubt.
Zaimokuza then hit his hand. “…Hapon. So what you are saying is, if I were to give an example, a producer of a certain game company makes a game that completely bombs because he readily decided to make a game out of an original work of some other publisher and refusing to publish a game due to how hard it’d be with the game being copyrighted by other companies due to a certain, super giant publisher monopolizing the game magazines…! I presume it is something of that nature?”
“I have no idea what you’re saying because you’re talking about all this complicated stuff, and I’m sure you’re talking about something entirely else, but that’s probably it.”
I responded appropriately indicating what the heck are you talking about—in short, what the—and Zaimokuza made a big nod. “As I thought! The truth is written on the internet, after all!’
Wow, the internet is amazing. What do you search for that to come up? Damn this master of search. Still, for generations to come, I had the feeling search experts would become a necessity. It’s a talent of the current generation.
When I became impressed—in a certain sense— with him, Zaimokuza blazed in an aura of combativeness. “…Damn them! So the one truly at fault for my undiscovered talent and my inability to make a debut is the evil empire, a certain, super giant gigantic publisher, and their monopoly of the marketplace, correct!?”
“You’re wrong.”
Yeah, yeah, just start writing first, okay?