One day, my wife Nao tells me that there is a camp at the neighborhood association. I was thinking of refusing for a reason, but Mr. Ozawa, the chairman, had taken root in my boss, and Nao and I would join in together. And on that day, I decided to go to the site separately from Nao, but there was no one at the address sent by Mr. Ozawa, the chairman. Apparently, due to a contact error, the number of participants has increased to four. Nao's alcohol is weak, so I hope it doesn't become strange ...
