At this time, I was a little sleepy. I phoned my old school, Urawa Senior High School (USH.) I have to go there in a few days to get my record cards, since it is required for applications to take university's entrance exams.
Their officer answered my phone and transferred it to my former homeroom teacher.
"Mr. Sugiyama, my name is Naoki Oyama (This is my real name)."
"Oh, Naoki Oyama! It's been so long!"
"Yes. I phoned you up to get record cards."
"How many? And when will you get here?"
"Eight. How about next Monday, 2:00 PM?"
"I'm okay, but don't you have a class?"
"You mean, a cram school? No problem, I don't go there. Thank you sir. Goodbye."
Our talk was very efficient and simple, as if we are Russian. I feel the distance is quite obvious.
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