Our school song is like a war song, isn't it?
"Ten-hut," like?
Yeah, "Ten-hut!"
Do you suppose we'll ever regret not having ever sung it through
at least once?
Why don't we sing it through tomorrow?
Yeah, let's sing it!
W am!
The Graduates
Konyo Aoki studied Dutch...
The language.
His students Ryotaku Maeno and
Genpaku Sugita translated an anatomy book.
Sophia and Aoyama Gakuin Universities.
Why don't you aim for the local public unis? You'd ace them.
You did well in math and biology in the mock exams.
No problem...
I've decided.
You just want out of the boondocks.
No.
Yes.
Why does everybody insist on going off to Tokyo?
You're up next.
Hey! Kayoko!
Portable music players are prohibited. I'm sure you're aware of this.
And Mr. Totsuka complained that you're always reading a magazine.
Other teachers have complained, too.
Isn't this guidance counseling?
So you're aiming for the literature departments. In Tokyo.
A wannabe novelist, huh?
A writer.
Huh?
A music reviewer.
Hey, old man! Mind if I shoplift some colas?
You good-for-nothing! I'll call your school!
Then how about the lemon sodas?
The lemon sodas?
All right.
And? What do you want?
Relax, man.
She's so fine.
Takumi. Did you go to Kayoko's junior high?
What?
Kayoko Akimoto. Miss Kita High. You know her well?
Well, our junior high only had two classes.
Why didn't you tell me?
She was smiling at me again today. She's got an angel's smile.
She's like a white lily, you know?
And her fingers are so slender and her eyes are like dark candy. Y'know?
What?
You think Kayoko likes somebody?
Safe!
Hello? Is this Nozomi? Over.
Yes, speaking. Over.
How was your date the other day? Over.
We went to an arcade, which sucked. Over.
Where did you go after that? Over.
We went to the arcade next door. Over.
What happened after that? Over.
Buzzzzzzz...
Can't respond.
Ow! Hey!
You okay? Go see the nurse.
Hey, I wanted to eat some, tool
Get out.
Yeah, get lost.
Hurry HP-
Stop it, come on.
Just go away.
But Kayoko doesn't mind.
Kayoko, see you tomorrow!
He's so pushy.
He'll be back.
“No Students Allowed“
Why do you always wear dark-colored underwear?
They're depressing.
How many sewer-colored underwear do you have?
My grandma's peppy and she wears red ones.
Pulled up to here. You gotta go with the vivid colors.
If you wear one, then I will, too.
All right, I'll do it for you. Just once, though.
Oh yeah, I'll lend you a photo book of a really hot star. Incredible.
Boobs like this, and she looks just like Kayoko.
Sewer-color is out, right?
Yeah.
What's that?
What theme song do you prefer?
Oh, when we're up at bat?
I thought I'd ask the captain first.
Forget the captain. I'm the ace pitcher.
I choose "Lupin the 3rd."
Why?
Because I used it in junior high. I'm cool, like Lupin.
It's 'cause you're both ape-like.
We are not.
Okay. Then I'll put you down for “Lupin."
What about you, Takumi?
What? I...
Use "Yankee Doodle."
That's pathetic.
I'll go ask the others.
Did she overhear about the star?
But they do look alike.
Kayo, your train's here.
You're right. See you.
You usually don't take this train.
I usually stay after school until later, so my mom drives me home.
No wonder I never see you.
Why did you ask, "Why"?
What?
Why did you ask him why?
When Tomizo chose "Lupin," you should have just let him have it.
But, "Why?" After so long...
Leave me out of it. It's between you and him.
I like Tomizo.
I like Tomizo a lot.
But...
I can't be cut and dry about it...
You're always looking at me.
So you have no right to tell me to just ignore you.
It hurts.
Even so... I still love you, Kayoko.
Don't run away!
Please don't run away.
I won't hang out with Tomizo anymore.
I won't look at you anymore.
So Kayoko, you don't have to run away from me.
Stand up when it's still.
Bye.
Is that what smells like lemon?
What?
Yes.
My lips get chapped easily. It's son of become a habit.
Lemons are sour, so I'd have thought they'd make things worse.
The fragrance is harmless.
Oh.
Wanna try it?
How is it? The lemon.
It feels like you're stuck to me.
We're the only ones aiming for Kita High.
I hope we can go together.
Kenmochi.
Kodama.
Shimizu.
Shirata.
Shirata!
“Kitakura High 3 - 4 Hakuun Tech“
You guys did well.
You all worked so hard.
Tomizo.
Free at last!
Summer vacation's starting .
Yeah. You're all dirty.
This?
Yeah.
Thanks for everything.
Yeah.
It was my pleasure.
Tomizo, you looked really great out there today.
Kayoko.
Kayoko, the bus is leaving!
She knows, you twerp!
Kayoko, will you go out with me?
Yes.
- That's not fair! - Yes, it is.
Stop, you're stretching it.
How old are you?
Exactly alike.
Just like the poster in Tomizo's room.
Big-boobed star.
But she's flat.
I'll kill you!
Please.
Hang on tight, Kayo.
Let's go.
I wish I could figure out what someone was listening to just by looking.
Well, you could always just ask, “What are you listening to?"
Well, you're right, of course...
Look at this.
It's pretty.
Now let's play another request.
This is from Kei Shirata of Kamidate District.
"Summer break's almost over. The school festival's coming up."
"But our festival is boring. Especially the bands. They all suck."
"We need real bands, like in college."
Hey old man, mind if I shoplift some lemon soda?
Sorry about that.
Lemon sodas are okay.
We're really sorry.
What a prick.
He's the grandson.
The old man and I had a rule.
I hope he gets better soon.
How do you open this?
You take off the round part...
Sir, we should change seats.
Please? It's a new semester.
Yeah!
I'll make the lots.
Oh, all right.
Hasegawa, number 6.
Yeah!
Iwatani, number 7.
Everyone's set.
Oh, groups 2 and 4 clean the classroom, 1 and 3 do the biology room.
What?
Nobody's coming.
I'm going home.
“Summer break's almost over."
“But our festival is boring. Especially the bands."
“They all suck.“
I heard the radio.
I'm in one of those bands.
“Kei Shirata of Kamidate District."
Too bad we sucked.
I'm sorry!
I didn't choose the right words, you see.
It was a remarkably unique gig. Off key in a highly creative way.
I'm sure we just interpret "rock" differently.
Forget it. We sucked.
Last year's gig was crap. I was forced to play and the songs were lame.
Nobody was into it.
But this year, I'm in charge. And we're playing one of my songs.
The song I wrote rocks unlike last year's...
I'm talking too much.
No, not at all.
Shima.
Kei .
It's not like that, but the other guys in my class are so boring.
He's a rarity. And he might lend me CDs.
It's like fate.
Yeah, when I first saw him, rock music blared in my head.
It was like my first period all over again. Like, “Coming soon!“
Like, "Now on sale"?
Yeah, maybe.
Kei, how do you feel now?
Like, "No music, no life"I
You're all fired up.
Yeah!
Wait up, Kei!
Cool. A music reviewer, huh?
Well, I'm still just a wannabe.
That why you're sending in requests?
They're just requests. They don't mean anything.
You write essays?
My notebook? Oh gosh, that has even less substance. Forget about it.
Okay, the CD you want in your coffin.
Whoa, the CD I'll take with me to the great beyond?
There's Greedy, right? And Hyakkei, and Japanese Spoon...
How about Quake And Brook?
Yeah, that, too! I have so many the lid won't shut.
Me too. I've never hit it off so well with someone.
Me too!
“I've never hit it off so well with someone.“
Sorry.
Had to go to the guidance room.
I made the spring rolls from scratch today.
About university...
My parents can't afford a private one. I can't go to Tokyo with you.
How about a public one?
No?
Kayo, you know my grades.
Why Tokyo? The textbooks are the same, and the rent's expensive.
But I've worked hard to get into those universities in Tokyo.
Why?
Sorry.
Just kidding.
Hey.
Whoa.
Kei's in my class. She's gonna listen to the new song.
It was like coal before it turns into a diamond.
But I wanted you to hear how cool it was.
We'll get it right onstage. I like that song.
What are the lyrics like?
Takeshi's singing it, so he's writing the lyrics.
He hasn't finished.
Takeshi Fujiyama in Class F?
Yeah, him. He never comes to practice. But his job is promotion.
His face is his only redeeming quality.
What? You two are way better looking than he is.
You looked really cool when you were playing. Really.
Come on.
Kei .
Shima's been published.
Wow.
“Band Review by Shima Oosumi"
Wow. You got published in this music magazine.
Usually only college writers get published.
And you're still in high school.
Wow, that's great. Shima, you've got talent. I loved this part here.
Hey girls, who wants copies?
I do!
I have to go clean the classroom. Sorry.
How lame.
Read it.
Takeshi brought the lyrics yesterday.
“The train runs, carrying you and me"
Isn't it lame?
It sucks. It sucks big time. The song's ruined!
Kei, will you write the lyrics?
What?
Why?
You're gonna be a music reviewer someday.
Use stuff from your notebook.
There's nothing in it worth using.
I've really never written lyrics before. Ever.
No sweat. You've got a good ear.
So you must be a talented writer, too.
You like writing, don't you?
“The train runs, carrying you and...“
“You must be a talented writer."
“The train.“ “The train runs..."
Oh man, I'm beginning to like Takeshi's lyrics now.
It's a good song.
What? The lyrics are so lame.
It's a good song. Right, dear?
It's got a positive, youthful vibe to it.
No, it's lame.
Well? The lyrics.
How're they coming along?
Well...
Ew, what is this?
This sucks, the song's ruined.
And you wanted to be a music reviewer?
How impudent.
You've got talent, Shima.
Stop bragging.
Ouch!
We'll count the votes.
Shima. Shima. Shima. Shima.