The first 200 lines.
- Yay! - Here.
You get the biggest plate.
Eat lots and get seconds.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Let's eat. - Thank you for the meal.
Enjoy.
Need more butter?
- No. - It's fine.
It's okay?
Welcome.
- Kota-san. - Long time no see.
Been a year already? Time flies.
Minami Blend please, Yuriko-san.
Thank you.
[Minami Blend ]
Sorry, no news this year again.
None from me either.
Who knows if she's still alive...
Yuka-san is alive.
Here, your usual.
Thanks.
So windy.
I'll bring in the sign.
- Okay, be careful. - Sure.
Kota-san
- watch the kids please. - Sure.
The kids okay?
They're fine.
The driver was unlicensed.
There has been a recent increase of reckless drivers.
How do you feel about this?
How do I feel?
Yes.
I took over this restaurant from my dad.
It's a very important place for all of us.
This is terrible.
Back then,
she gave me a place where I belonged.
That day when I was 15...
I couldn't protect the person who meant so much to me.
See you.
- Hey, thanks. - No problem.
Shinya.
Hey star player, you still can't go to practice?
Not until fall.
I'll have physical therapy after the surgery.
What? You'll miss out on the regionals.
You can win without me.
Hurry and come back.
Yeah.
[Kid's Menu: Curry, Omlet Rice, Stir-fried Udon...]
[Kazama Diner is yummy. Thank you for always cooking for us.]
[Wish List: Steak, grilled beef, roast beef]
Here you go.
Thank you.
This is the best.
Yeah? Eat a lot!
Welcome home.
Shin-chan, welcome home!
- Hungry? - Later.
I already made dinner.
Hang on a second.
Coming right up.
Want more?
- Yeah. - Here.
Here you go.
I think they want seconds.
Thanks.
Yeah.
There's seconds. Eat plenty!
Can I?
Thank you.
Have ten more plates.
Settle down.
If there are no volunteers,
- you'll have to elect someone. - No way!
Do we absolutely have to do it?
I'll be late for my club.
- We'll seriously be late. - All right now, quiet down.
Recommend someone or we'll be here all day.
Got it.
What is it, Enami?
I think Arai-san should do it.
Arai-san is the only one who's not in a club.
That's right. It would be hard for anyone who's in a club.
Friends should help each other out.
Yuka! Yuka!
Yuka! Yuka!
Yuka! Yuka!
All right, be quiet for a moment.
Arai.
How about it?
Will you do it?
Okay then.
Good. Thank you, Arai.
All right then, we'll need a boy too.
Who among the boys isn't in a club?
What's even in a class newsletter?
Are you not going back to the soccer team, Shinya-kun?
I still have a torn ligament in my knee.
They can't operate until fall.
I see.
Weren't you on the tennis team, Yuka?
Yeah.
I quit back in middle school.
So I have plenty of free time.
Yeah... me too.
I just get forced to help at home.
So first, we'll decide on what articles to write
and make a list of people to interview.
Hold on.
Just us two? Do the whole thing?
I mean... if we ask anyone else to help,
they'll refuse with a dirty look for sure.
That's not true.
I...
I haven't talked like this with a friend for a while.
We both have tons of free time.
Tons of free time?
Yeah.
Don't you feel kind of guilty
when you're the only one not in a club?
I guess.
Everyone's working so hard, and I'm the odd one out.
Exactly. That's how it feels.
Hey
how about we make our own club?
Club?
The Slacker Club.
Only slackers can join.
What the heck is that?
We'll be the only members.
So few members!
I was a slacker first, so I'm your senpai, Shinya-kun.
But we're in the same grade.
Yeah. But you can be club president.
What does the Slacker Club do anyway?
We slackers do what we want together.
Huh?
Like?
Go see a movie.
A movie? What movie?
What do you like?
Me?
Anything but horror.
You don't like horror?
Nothing wrong with that.
I used to be taller than you.
When did I outgrow you?
Well... We're the same height.
No way. I'm taller.
Really?
See you tomorrow then.
Yeah. See you, President.
Okay.
Slacker Club...
Slacker Club?
You feel sorry for yourself or something, Arai?
A tragic heroine?
As if.
Don't get any ideas.
Wimp.
Morning.
Class is starting.
He saw.
Let's go over the answers then.
Tsujimura.
Yes.
What's the answer to this?
Nori, wake up.
What's the answer?
Three fifths.
That's not it.
Quit the chatter.
Hey. Come on, please. Tell me.
Was everything okay this morning?
It's fine. It's nothing.
It didn't look fine to me.
Anyway, who should we interview for the newsletter?
Yuka.
Don't look yet.
Ta-da!
What's that?
You and me.
- It's awful. - Meanie!
You draw then.
- I don't wanna. - Your turn. Draw.
- I'll do better than this. - You two.
Please be quiet.
Sorry.
This is a great place you found, Yuka.
You feel like you belong here. It's relaxing.
Yeah, I think so too.
Look.
It feels like a secret base.
Then we'll keep this as our little secret.
Promise?
Promise...
I don't make promises.
Huh?
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