One day, my wife Nao told me that there is a camping event in our neighborhood. I was thinking of making an excuse to decline, but the chairman, Mr. Ozawa, had even talked to my boss, so I reluctantly agreed to go with Nao. On that day, we decided to head to the location separately, but no one was at the address sent by Chairman Ozawa… It seems there was a miscommunication, and the number of participants became four. Nao can't hold her liquor well, so I hope nothing strange happens…
