The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

Thanks to that, my maiden circuitry[Note] had developed nicely. Sometimes my chest would clench uncontrollably, and it made me hate myself... Why was I, a man, so complicated...

Note: A reference to Mechanical Goddess.

But after Komachi entered middle school, she stopped coming into my room.

As a result, my room, which had gone unvisited for ages, was as messy as a garbage dump. I really had to set aside a day to clean it thoroughly.

...However, now was not the time.

That's right. What I could do today, I could do tomorrow!

I had hope for tomorrow! I had to believe in my future self! This definitely wasn't procrastination!

And so, my big cleanup might never end for the rest of my life.

Anyway, I'd start by clearing away the paper and empty MAX Coffee cans today, making the desk barely presentable. The rest could wait until another day.

I tied the garbage bag tightly and carried it over to the entrance.

Yeah, Dad would probably take it out when he left for work tomorrow. After all, my dad was an expert at throwing things away. Especially his pride and dignity—there was hardly anyone better at it. Whenever I heard him talking on the phone late at night, he was usually saying, "I-I'll figure something out." That wasn't good...

N-never mind. If I could get up tomorrow morning, I'd take out the trash myself. Yeah. I was starting to pity Dad.

After taking out all the trash and gathering the mountain of books into one place, the floor felt much more spacious.

All right, that was enough for the first wave of the big cleanup. I had no idea when the second wave would come out, though. Plans never kept up with reality.

Something announced for spring release casually