My brother became a University of Tokyo student to deal with persistent tutor solicitations

My brother is at the University of Tokyo, so...
I told a bold-faced lie.

Back in the days when graduation albums, school class lists,
and contact networks had addresses and phone numbers written on them.

Given the era, there were many solicitations.

Things like futons or supplements.
Tutor solicitations were especially frequent.

When I was still living at my parents' house.

About a tutor...

(Not again, what a pain.)

Sigh.

So...
They kept talking on the other end of the line.

Excuse me.
I interrupted them.

My brother is at the University of Tokyo.
He's teaching me, so we're all set.

I spouted that big lie without missing a beat.

Because no matter how many times I turned them down,
the tutor companies kept calling back.

They were persistent.
In that case,
I had to make them stop calling!

I grinned and hung up the phone.
After repeating this a few times, they stopped calling.

I won.

However, I couldn't claim to be at the University of Tokyo myself.

Because I felt that by the way I spoke,
they would definitely figure out,
You're definitely not from the University of Tokyo.

That's why I pushed that role onto my brother.



Watching me lie so smoothly,
my mother would smile bitterly every time.

Who did I take after?

That mysterious vinyl-like lace on the rotary phone
just that alone screams Showa era.