[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

This feeling is like drowning.

The body is very heavy, so heavy that you can't even lift a finger.Like being trapped in a quagmire, like falling into an abyss, an unknown stagnant atmosphere enveloped the surroundings, even the blood rushing under the skin felt the oppressive weight, the chest cavity was blocked, the five senses were closed, and gradually, the perception of the outside world approaching nothing.

In the empty and helpless void, a strange sense of dizziness swept over the whole body, making the already dizzy brain more immersed in this unknown darkness, depraved, sinking.

Mind wandering.

Sapling Makoto vaguely realized that he seemed to be dreaming.

There is no origin, no reason, and no memory of falling asleep the day before, and he can't even know what night and day. He just drifts in the dark space of consciousness with his empty self, without even any concept of time and space. The concept of noticing what appeared and missed what was around, just drifting blindly, just like being in a daze, drifting unconsciously.

This is the deep layer of the sea of ​​consciousness, the dormant place of the subconscious... In other words, it is the wilderness where reason is exiled.

Only instinct can leave traces.

It's—it's supposed to be a state of extreme isolation, it's supposed to be.

The body became vigilant subconsciously, the muscles at the waist and spine were as stiff as a stone, tightly stretched into a stereotyped arc, the chest cavity was under pressure, the airflow in and out of the breath became difficult, and the facial nerves seemed to twitch. He felt that he could only maintain a normal and calm expression if he tried his best.

A cold, strange existence entangled his hands and feet, and a strange peeping will slowly approached, very slowly and very carefully, as if the other party was also blinded by the unknown darkness, tentatively, very Cautiously...yet firmly caught him.

— was captured.

It's like a kite flying across the sky is being pulled by a string, a planet that was thought to be free-roaming is pulled back to its orbit by gravity, and the free spirit returns to the body in an instant, and then, belatedly, it becomes aware of the fact that it is bound.

First the ankle, then the calf, climbing up bit by bit, as if the soft and delicate touch of the skin, but the temperature is not the warmth that can make people feel at ease, but a kind of warmth that is closer to a cold-blooded animal... The feeling of plundering the temperature of others.

If you use an animal to describe it, it should be a snake.

Ice-cold, according to intuition, but unexpectedly it should be a non-toxic or docile type, lazily attached to it, the purpose of the action is not hunting, but simply wanting to touch, touch, and feel.

Showing weakness and wanting to be close.

...Is it because the other party is too cold and you want to keep warm?

Naively thinking about the state of the other party that he didn't know how to know, a strange emotion suddenly surged in Naegi's heart, it was difficult to describe it in words, but he was dominated by that kind of emotion similar to hesitation and hesitation. There was no thought of resistance.

But, kind of, overdone it?

A dazed emotion flashed in his eyes, and the heel of his leg that was touched delicately tightened unconsciously. Despite the dangerous and ambiguous distance, his body was already trembling.

For the other party, this defensive reaction, which is close to resistance, is extremely obvious.

He seemed a little stunned and surprised, and the emotion of apology was conveyed, as if he was saying that he was sorry for offending.

No, you don't need to apologize to me.

Sapling also felt guilty for hurting the other party because of his inadvertent behavior. After all, it was against his will... Although he didn't understand why he couldn't mention it to a completely unfamiliar object in this inexplicable state. He didn't raise any vigilance, but he knew subconsciously that this person should be harmless to him.

The consciousness of both parties is like a snail that can't see, stretching out its tentacles nervously to perceive each other.Makoto Naegi was a little overwhelmed and cautious, and at the same time became happy for no reason.

I am loved.

Wow - how should I put it, I'm flattered, there is someone who has such a strong affection for him from the first meeting, so strong, so strong, so yearning, so yearning, so friendly, so enthusiastic -

He is, likes me.

Why is this?

do not know.

How do I feel about this?

Very -- very honored and very happy.

We should be good friends.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Naegi felt warmly embraced.The other's arms were wrapped around his neck, and the body was so close that he realized that the other was a man - which made him less restrained - and tall and thin, and he was completely embraced by him.

Unlike the oppressive height gap, he should really be a gentle and harmless young man. He lowered his head meekly, resting his chin on his shoulders. During his breathing, an undetectable airflow gently brushed his body. Passing through the naked skin brings a slight cold chill.

The purely relying close posture, the coquettish intimacy, the seedlings can almost feel the slight itching of the other's soft hair rubbing against the skin.

He couldn't help but slightly curled the corners of his mouth, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

Although, the strength of the hug was a bit too strong, and he couldn't even move.

The other party didn't notice the insignificant complaints in Miao Mu's heart, or in other words, in an overly happy mood, he had forgotten all the existence of non-self. At the moment when he was so close to the object he was pursuing and looking for, in his mind There is only one obsession left.

Is this enough?Just this kind of contact...will you be satisfied?

The hope you long for, the hope you entrust with all your piety and faith... Your longing, your calling, your enthusiasm...

Is this... really enough?

Gluttonous desire whispered in his heart.

It's not enough, get a little closer, a little closer...Let me...deep...

Various emotions flashed by under the lowered eyelids, he suddenly raised his head without warning, clasping the seedling's chin with his slender fingers, and resting his thumb on his lips, his expression was peaceful and gentle, but his eyes stared greedily for a while. He bent down without hesitation.

The smile on Miao Mu's face froze, her eyes slowly widened, and a feeling of astonishment surfaced.

Uh-uh-huh-huh? ! ? !

The movement of the sudden struggle disturbed the calm water waves.

Seedling felt that he was entangled by something like water plants.

Water grass, that is a very soft plant.

With a soft and harmless appearance, it looks like a swaying aquatic plant floating with the waves, but it is actually a kind of extremely resilient life. As long as it is rooted in the soil of the seabed, it will not be easy to be ubiquitous. The external force shakes the root.

Not only is it tough, but sometimes, it is quite a dangerous existence for passers-by.

As long as the hands and feet are bound, it is difficult to break free from his shackles.

Even - the more anxious and struggling, the more strongly hugged by the other party.

It was as if he was afraid that the treasure he had grasped with great difficulty would slip away... The nervousness was conveyed.

Don't try to escape, I won't let you go.The other party said so.

So, gradually, it became difficult to breathe...

Seedling pursed her lips tightly, her chin showed a very deliberate tension, but the kissing object was obviously very gentle, sticking to him tenderly, and the soft tip of her tongue protruded a little from her slightly parted lips, like He was carefully trying to taste something, and there was a hint of trembling and excitement in his moist breath.

ah - so beautiful -

He sighed in a tone full of moving joy.

Too close intimate distance, too close intimate contact, the insubstantial air seems to be trapped in this too viscous and ambiguous atmosphere, becoming humid and warm.

I really like you, I really like you.

For Makoto Naegi, who still has a blank slate of exploration experience in the field of intimate interactions with people, such an attempt is already a bit too exciting.

The boy's face was uncontrollably hot, his eyes gradually glowed with moisture, the buttons on the collar of his uniform shirt were undone a few times at some point, and his collarbone and Adam's apple were exposed along with the rise and fall of his chest. distinct.Realizing that struggling is useless, he has no way to retreat, he has no way out, and he really can't bear to breathe.

As soon as the lips were opened, the other party seized the opportunity to invade, and the lips and teeth pressed together, which was deeper and more erotic than the closeness just now, the tongue entangled deeply, twisted, sucked, and licked the kiss, making the two of them The humiliating sound of dripping water can be clearly heard.

No, it should be said - I love you.

Seedling is completely blushing now, even the tip of the ear is hot, the earlobe is like a fruit that has been ripened to the point of decay, the bright red overflows as if it can flow out with a light twirl of a finger Ruddy sweet juice.

No, no—please stop saying that.

The palms attached to the back of the waist felt the subtle tremors of the skin underneath. The temperature of the human body under special circumstances can produce an illusion that is enough to burn people, and a numbness flashed from the tailbone to the spine The feeling spread to all limbs and bones, and even the will was about to sink.

Please do not--

Sweat dripped from the chin to the neck, the seedling gasped with difficulty, blinked hard, and the eyelashes were covered with fine drops of water.

Please don't say such embarrassing words.

In the dim vision, it seems that a hazy figure finally appeared.

because……

White silhouette.

because I……

His breathing became more and more rapid.

The feeling of being stared at is getting stronger.What kind of emotion is contained in that sight?Passionate, yearning, obsessed, looking forward to, loving, morbid, hopeful.

I... am ashamed.

"boom--"

The pain from the back of his head woke up the sleeping boy.

Opening his eyes, what he saw was the quilt that was wrapped around his body and made a mess, the top of the pajamas slipped to his chest, and his bare calf was still hanging on the upper bed.

The windows are open, the dark night sky and a bright white moon, the cool wind blows the curtains into the air.

The sense of confusion brought about by the upside-down scene and the dizziness from the brain were intertwined and circling together. Seeing the scene in front of him, Makoto Naogi was stunned for a while, until his body shivered under the stimulation of the cold. Gradually came back to God.

It took a long time to get rid of the quilt wrapped around her body, and Naegi rubbed her head and sat up from the ground.

"Ah...what is it, is it a dream...is it a dream?"

The afterimage of the dream is still in the memory, the mutual temptation, contact, and being hugged and kissed, it should be... a thin and tall man of the same sex did this to him, he has a beautiful shape The chin and slender white fingers have always been gentle and considerate...and without losing enthusiasm.

Occasionally, he would stare at himself with embarrassingly burning eyes, and then say exaggerated compliments that made him feel ashamed and flustered.

Obviously, he clearly understood in his heart that this kind of subtle approach was already in the category of offense, but he couldn't really make up his mind to say words of rejection to that forgetful person.

Miao Mucheng raised his hand to cover his face, even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that he was probably blushing badly at this moment.

The surface of the skin is cold, but the flesh and blood beneath it is scorching hot. The hot blood is agitated and rushing, and the scorching temperature penetrates the blood vessels, clearly ironing the skin, as if it is gradually boiling, and a bright red color emerges.

Along with the memory, the feeling of being touched has also been vividly brought to reality. Up to this moment, his body is still in a state that makes him feel flushed, the texture is subtly tense, and the remaining Pleasure and heat are lightning and sparks flying by, and the nerve endings that are repeatedly stimulated feel tingling and trembling.

But... Sure enough, such a mood is too strange, right?

The subject is a stranger who has never met before. To be more precise, it should be just a fictional character in a dream, right?There is not even a specific character setting, it is just a projection of consciousness, a concept, an idealized image.

So what does this represent?Is it his desire to be recognized?Being praised by a slightly older...excellent, gentle, same-sex senior who is not stingy in praising himself.Is it to seek self-worth?

Seedling's thoughts fell into chaos, the breeze blew his forehead hair, the boy raised his head in confusion, and the moon shadow was reflected in his eyes.

Or... is it because he subconsciously has feelings of admiration for such a character of the same sex...

In any case, in this absurd, illogical dream, only one thing is certain.

trait resonance.

The answer beyond the answer came to mind without warning, Makoto Naegi was slightly startled, and the sound of his heart beating vigorously could be heard in the silence.

Yes - that's right, resonance.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

A light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother, you haven't slept yet."

Miaomu's sleepy voice came from outside the door. Miaomucheng was startled, and raised his head suddenly, and saw his sister pushed the door open a gap, rubbing his eyes and poking in.

"Ah, I had a dream in the middle of the night, and I woke up suddenly." Makoto Naogi explained embarrassingly, raised his hand and rubbed the part of the back of his head that was knocked by the floor, and accidentally poked the sore spot, grinning his teeth, "Hiss "A cry.

"Well, that's it." Miaomu nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly bent the corners of her mouth, and smiled teasingly at him, "Could it be because my brother learned that he could enter the Hope's Peak Academy in the morning, and at night Are you too excited to sleep?"

"Probably..." Makoto Naegi smiled helplessly.

Hope's Peak Academy is known as the best school in the world.Because this school only recruits super-university-level talents from all over the world, it gathers together peerless talents in various fields, and its graduates have achieved great achievements after entering society, so it is also known as the cradle of hope in the world .

Makoto saplings, who performed well in all aspects of academics and talents in junior high school, were able to enter this top school, which is actually full of accidental factors of fate.

I don't know when, the academy accepts applications from all school-age students who yearn for Peak of Hope, and selects one student to enroll every year, and this student will be dubbed the title of "Super High School-level Lucky".

This is the most absurd injustice for those students who pay high tuition fees to study in the preparatory subjects at Hope's Peak Academy.

Being selected by this fantasy academy can be regarded as a very lucky thing, but the school gave someone the title of "super high school-level luck" just because of this extremely low probability of occurrence... There has always been controversy in all walks of life.

Luck is the appearance of good things with an extremely low probability of occurrence. Only when such favorable accidents frequently happen to the same person can it be called "super high school-level luck".

For the same individual, there is a world of difference in the probability of one lucky event and countless lucky events. Many people are questioning whether Hope's Peak Academy's lottery admission system can select the real "super high school level students". What about "lucky"?If the effectiveness of this system cannot be proved, everyone cannot be convinced.

The reason why chance is called chance lies in its rarity. It is doubtful whether it can be attributed to talent, let alone cultivate it.

It is rumored that Hope's Peak Academy once considered abolishing this system...but in the end it was not implemented, and only an explanation from the board of directors circulated in the outside world: real luck is indeed a kind of super high school that breeds hope Level ability.

After this sentence that sounds unconvincing, what is even more ironic is the next behavior of the council.

In order to increase the rationality of the freshman selection process, they have made a change to the process that is said to greatly improve the accuracy rate.

The lucky students of the previous super high school class are responsible for selecting the lucky new students of the super high school class for that year.

The last super high school grade lucky senior...

For some reason, a vague figure suddenly flashed in Miao Mucheng's mind, and he felt a faint heat in his chest.

"Brother, you don't need to be nervous."

Seeing that Makoto was distracted, Miaomu thought that his brother was still nervous about enrolling, so he immediately comforted him: "You can enter Hope's Peak Academy, at least it shows that your luck is far superior to other competitors! You deserve it!" Super high school class luck!"

Hearing this, the boy couldn't help but smiled wryly.

It feels really messy to select this kind of talent that sounds very unreliable in such a way that sounds very unreliable.Even if I entered Hope's Peak Academy, among other students with super high school level talents, I would be crushed to nothingness soon, right?

However... Even so, Makoto Naegi still didn't want to give up.

The academy that gave birth to hope, the world's top super high school-level institution, he yearned for that place.

The private Hope's Peak Academy, this huge academy, stands in a prime location in the center of the city.

As if declaring that it is the center of the world, this school, as a super-privileged academy recognized by the government, gathers and cultivates top-notch students who have achieved extraordinary achievements in various fields, and continues to send top-notch talents to all walks of life …and it’s hundreds of years old now.

Such an academy, which shoulders the future of the country, aims to cultivate "hope", and it is indeed worthy of the name "Academy of Hope".

There are two admission requirements for students:

As a high school student of appropriate age.

Possess top-notch standards in their respective fields.

The Academy will not conduct open recruitment, and only students selected by the Academy will be invited to enroll.It can be said that it is a top school whose threshold is so high that ordinary people can only sigh in admiration.

Because of this, in this place where everyone has dazzling talents, people who have no talents seem extremely out of place.

Like a gem mixed with poor-quality sand and stone, a piece of dust suddenly appeared in the dazzling scene, unforgivably tarnishing the brilliance of the gem... How dirty, mean, and eye-catching, it makes people feel I can't wait to pick up the stone and throw it away immediately. It is best to wipe off all traces of it.

Although it sounds cruel, this is the rule of this world.

A person with talent is completely different from a person without talent. The limit of a person has been doomed since birth. The so-called hard work and ridiculous inspirational chicken soup can't break the shackles at all, so there will be people like this. Hope Academy, which recruits and trains super high school level students, exists.

The truth is already clearly in front of them, but some people just turn a blind eye to it... After all, we can't expect too much from those who lack talent, because their limitations have already been revealed.

However, if it was that person, he would definitely... have a relationship with this academy.

Komaeda pushed open the cover above the instrument compartment, took off the sensor device attached to his head, and sat up.

He slowly lowered his head, his cheeks were pressed against his knees, his soft white hair covered his forehead, sweat flowed from his forehead to his eyes, soaked his eyelashes, and even flowed from his knees to his calves.

The body undulated slowly with the exhausted exhalation, as if lingering for breath, the completely soaked shirt pressed against the skin of the back, revealing every slight tremor clearly.

The physical strength required for synaesthesia far exceeded Komaeda's imagination, especially because of his physique, the load on his body was a bit beyond the limit.

The cold air in the underground space stimulated him to tremble slightly, but despite this, Komaeda gradually laughed out loud, a morbid blush appeared on his pale cheek against his knees, his gray-green eyes were out of focus looking at the void.

"Mmm... ah... so comfortable..." His voice was trembling, and he licked his lips with excitement and joy, "The feeling of hope...is really wonderful..."

I really want to.

Really Want.

I really want to see you soon.

Let me see...let me know...what kind of person is chosen by my subconscious mind to become that "super high school hope"?

Nagito Komaeda was waiting.

He didn't wake up from his trance until the alarm set on his phone rang.The white-haired boy stroked his forehead, smiled softly, got up, and walked towards the stairs leading to the ground.

From the pitch-black gloom, stepping into the bright morning glow, the figure is slowly submerged in the white light.

Hope's Peak Academy occupies an extremely vast area. Compared with its exaggerated size, the number of super high school-level students studying here is pitifully small.After all, it is an elite campus that only recruits the most top-notch talents of the right age. The number of students eligible for admission each year will basically not exceed [-], usually [-] or [-] students, and one class can accommodate them all.

However, just to train these super high school level students with a total of no more than 50 students, Hope's Peak Academy spends a huge sum of money that is unimaginable for ordinary people every year.The most advanced equipment resources, the best teacher resources, the most powerful back-up support team... everything is for the purpose of cultivating hope for the future.

That's why there is such a saying: being able to enter this academy is enough to represent success after graduation in the future.

This is a very easy sentence to say, but it is not so simple for both the school and the students.

For the school, in order to cultivate the best talents year after year, as well as to maintain the academy's transcendent status and demonstrate the high value of Hope's Peak Academy, it is necessary to maintain a close relationship with the government and the upper class in society. With the close connection, the financial, material and human resources required are far beyond human estimate.

It is said that the preparatory department, the affiliated school of Hope's Peak Academy, came into being because of insufficient education funds.Those students who are willing to pay high tuition fees are recruited to study at Peak of Hope, but what these students enter is not the undergraduate course where the super high school level students are, but another completely independent department, the preparatory subject.

For Peak of Hope, which has been claiming to only admit super-high school-level students for a century, this is probably a... helpless compromise that can be recorded in school history.

For super high school-level students, passing the assessment by the academy and being invited to enroll in Hope's Peak Academy does not mean that they can sit back and relax.Students at the school will take the undergraduate practical examination at the end of each semester to show the school their super high school-level ability in the field of specialty. This is related to the evaluation of the whole school year. Council requests withdrawal.

Now, it is the time when the annual undergraduate practical examination is about to be held.

In March, the spring scene is in full bloom. Cherry blossoms bloom all the way along the campus, with a long and lingering fragrance. The cherry-colored petals in the sky are like a waterfall of rain, covering the sight of pedestrians.

As the morning class time approached, Yukino Chisa hurried away from the female teachers' dormitory area to the teaching building with the lesson plan. Just as her leather shoes stepped onto the corridor leading to the classroom, she inadvertently turned her head and saw the colorful flowers in the rain. The thin figure of the white-haired boy.

"Ah, it's Komaeda-san..."

Komaeda Nagito, who was standing under the cherry tree, seemed to notice her gaze, quickly turned his head, saw her figure, and immediately bent his eyes, revealing his usual leisurely and lazy smile , beckoned gently.

His white hair, which was as soft as cotton candy, still had a trace of damp water vapor, and his gray-green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult for people to see clearly the emotions contained in them.

Teacher Xueran also subconsciously raised her hand to say hello, and immediately remembered that she was about to be late for the morning class, the corners of her mouth twitched instantly, and a look of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

"Really! Class is about to start, Komaeda-san, why are you still wandering around?!"

"I'm sorry, teacher." Komaeda Nagito, who walked slowly, showed a very sincere apology on his face, "Because I'm not very familiar with the route from the new dormitory to the teaching building, I spent a little time exploring..."

The directions of the faculty dormitory and the student dormitory are completely different. In this Hope Academy, which occupies a vast area that is almost equivalent to a miniature city, there is a great possibility that people who are not familiar with the terrain will get lost.

Yukino Chisa thought of the unreasonable disaster that Komaeda suffered yesterday, and softened her tone: "Well, this is understandable. I will wrong you and separate from other students for the time being, and I will urge the maintenance staff Restore your dormitory as soon as possible."

"It's okay, you don't need to be so troublesome." Komaeda blinked, waved his hands in a good-tempered manner, and smiled, "I am not worthy of getting along with talented people day and night without any special skills, and you, teacher, even specially arranged for me, a piece of scum. I've been flattered to find a new place to live."

Komaeda-san's remarks are full of humility and sincere gratitude, however, isn't it a bit exaggerated and self-deprecating?

Thinking of this, Yukino Chisa solemnly raised her index finger: "You can't say that, Komaeda-san, because... it's a teacher's instinct to care about every one of his students!"

"Really? Then I'm really honored." The white-haired boy smiled happily, "It's really my luck to meet such an excellent teacher as Yukino."

"You..." Yukino Chisa felt powerless for some reason.

"But, I really don't need you to worry about me any more." Komaeda Nagito turned his head and said with a soft smile, "Ms. Yukino is busy recently, right? His face looks haggard. Even if it's for better Encourage everyone in the class to fully display their brilliant talents beyond the high school level, teacher, you should also pay more attention to rest."

"Huh? Does it look obvious?" Yukino Chisa touched her cheek subconsciously, and smiled wryly, "Ha, haha... That's right. Komaeda-san, thank you for your concern."

The recent killing of Kuzuryu Nazho in the preparatory department caused conflicts and riots between the two departments due to the involvement of the super high school photographer Koizumi Mahiru and the super high school gangster Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. Rumors are rampant, and the annual undergraduate practical examination is about to begin, causing Yukino Chisa, the class tutor of the 77th undergraduate students, to be entangled in various affairs, busy and incapable of scoring, and now it is almost visible to the naked eye Weary and haggard.

But in fact, the real reason is far more than that.

Chisa Yukino, a graduate of Hope's Peak 74, a super high school maid, is now returning to school as a teacher. The purpose is to help her boyfriend Munekata Kyosuke investigate the inside story of the Hope's Peak School Council.

Hope's Peak Academy, which has countless outstanding graduates at the super high school level, itself represents a superpower with countless resources that is too huge to shake.However, such a super-first-class academy has been reduced to the point where it needs to set up preparatory courses to raise funds. Based on the intuition of Munekata Kyousuke, who is the president of the super high school student council, there must be some special reason for this.

Yukino Chisa was carrying his expectation and entrustment, and while serving as an undergraduate teacher of the 77th class of students, she was secretly carrying out the work of exploration and search.

Recently, she finally found a sporadic clue of the council's secret plan, a statement that sounds a bit cloudy, saying that they have got the seed of hope.

In order to go deeper and get more information, she has not closed her eyes for several days.

"But don't work too hard."

The boy's voice interrupted her thoughts.

When Yukino Chisa came back to her senses, Komaeda Nagito turned her head slightly, showing his usual leisurely smile.

"Teacher, is there anything I need help with? Or is there some distress, or some doubts..." He stared at her, his gray-green eyes seemed deep and mysterious, "Maybe I'm lucky enough to know the answer."

"Huh—that's it—" Yukino Chisa exhaled softly, "If you really want to help me..."

Komaeda nodded, looking at her expectantly with sparkling eyes.

"Just be good to me! Don't cause trouble, problem children!" She slapped the boy on the shoulder.

Komaeda staggered slightly, with a dazed expression.

"Students must look like students." She said with her hips akimbo, raising her brows proudly, "Leave the rest to the teacher!"

"Push."

"...Do you have any comments?"

"No, well, of course not."

"Well... bad, I always feel underestimated."

"Of course not. I respect you very much, Sensei. I respect you very much as a super high school graduate..." Komaeda Nagito waved his hands as if he was very nervous, and smiled softly and harmlessly.

"Enough." She said with black hair.

"Ha ha……"

The white-haired boy smiled, and after a while, he looked at her thoughtfully, curled the corners of his lips,

"In short, teacher, you don't have to worry about me. I don't care about living in this place. It's better to say that I like this quiet and undisturbed environment." He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. One month is the day when the next class of freshmen will enroll, and after my dormitory is repaired...just arrange it for the freshmen."