My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 334 The Grandfather Paradox?

"..."

Koyama Yumesae gritted her teeth, remaining silent and staring intently at Tsuna. At that moment, she thought of her older sister's equally sharp-tongued brat...

Seeing the atmosphere getting a bit awkward, Shoko quickly explained on Tsuna's behalf:
"Yumesae-nee, don't listen to Tsuna's nonsense! You don't look your age at all. When I first saw you backstage, I thought you were only in your early thirties at most!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Ayumi and the others. They must think so too."

As she spoke, she took advantage of Koyama Yumesa's inattention and quickly and secretly exchanged glances with Ajitani Ayumi and the others.

"Yeah."

"That's right!"

"You can't tell at all that Yumesa is almost forty!"

"Snapped……"

As soon as Nishikata finished speaking, Takagi slapped his arm decisively.

"No, no," Nishikata said, waving his hands to correct himself, realizing he had misspoke.

"What I'm trying to say is that, if you don't ask her age, no one would guess that Yumesa looks like she's forty!"

"..."

"Nishikata-kun, I'm already full. Could you please finish this piece of meat for me? Please."

Takagi said softly, and without waiting for his response, she deftly moved her chopsticks and transferred the large piece of meat from her bowl into Nishikata's bowl.

"what……?"

His gaze fell on the suddenly added piece of meat, and Nishikata instinctively held his breath. His ears began to turn red at a visible speed.

The slices of meat lay perfectly intact on the ramen, clearly untouched by Takagi.

But it was precisely this 'perfect condition' that made him start to have wild thoughts, ideas that were enough to make his heart race.

To be fair, although Takagi hasn't touched this piece of meat yet, it's still in the other person's bowl, so it's bound to get some saliva on it.

So what's the difference between this and an indirect kiss? No! This is an indirect kiss! Nishikata's thoughts became increasingly active.

Apart from Takagi noticing his unusual behavior, everyone else was chatting or playing on their phones and didn't notice Nishikata's odd behavior at all.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Squeak..."

In the scorching heat, the final chirping of cicadas created waves of visual excitement.

"Then it's settled. I'll trouble you, Shoko, to try and persuade that brat."

“Mmm,” Shoko, who was waiting in the shadows at the shop entrance, nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry, Yumesae-nee, I’ll mention it to Tsuna every 10 minutes.”

"Haha..." Koyama Yumesa waved her hand with a laugh, "No need for that, I'm afraid that brat will come and smash up my shop."

As they were talking, a small black streetcar appeared in the shadows and gradually grew larger.

"Remember to call me next time you need a photoshoot, I'll give you a discount! And please say hello to that brat for me, I'm off now."

Koyama Yumesae raised her hand, drawing a clean arc in the air, then turned and disappeared into the dazzling sunlight, the hem of her shirt fluttering in the wind.

"Then we'll be going now, see you this afternoon."

"Bye-Bye."

Takagi and Nishikata waved to Shoko and the other girl at the same time, then turned and walked in the opposite direction from Koyama Yumesa.

After Tsuna arrived, Ayumi Ajitani said goodbye to the two of them, got on her bicycle, and left.

"Tsuna, Yumesae asked me to persuade you. She wants you to work as a model at her shop for a day; the pay is generous." Shoko put on the helmet he handed her, perfectly replicating Yumesae's words from back then.

Tsuna didn't speak. He looked at Shoko, shook his head, and then made a decisive push gesture with his hands in front of his chest, which was a 'rejection'.

Then, he gently pointed his fingertips toward the glass, placed his hands together over his heart, and looked at her with a tender yet resolute gaze.

Every gesture silently said, 'Then please help me reject her. I don't want to go; I just want to spend more time with you this weekend.'

Shoko didn't understand why he didn't say anything, but she didn't press him for an answer.

She nimbly climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapped her arms around Tsuna's waist, and rested her chin lightly on his back, completely unconcerned about the stickiness of the summer heat.

In the following days, she didn't mention the matter again. She had already asked Tsuna, and he had clearly refused.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Clap clap clap..."

The crisp sound of clapping broke the darkness of the corridor, leading first to the bustling lounge.

Immediately afterward, Ms. Nanase's figure crossed the boundary of light and shadow in the porch, and the bright light instantly shone on her slightly tired but gratified face.

She cleared her throat and raised her voice: "Thank you all for your hard work. That's all for today. The performance was perfect."

Ms. Nanase gave a few more instructions, explained some tasks to Ayumi Ajitani, and then left the lounge first.

"Nishikata, what did you just say?" After the other person's figure had completely disappeared, Tsuna turned to look at Nishikata sitting next to him.

"Yes, yes, I saw online at noon that someone solved the grandfather paradox. He killed his grandfather, but he didn't disappear."

"..." Tsuna looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Tsuna, what does the grandfather paradox mean?" Unlike the other two, Shoko nudged the person next to her in confusion.

"Simply put..." Tsuna pondered for a moment, then explained:

"If you traveled back in time and killed your young grandfather, before he had your father, then you yourself would not have been born."
Then how did you travel back in time to kill him? This creates an inexplicable logical contradiction.

This is roughly the gist of the grandfather paradox.

"Um……"

Shoko rested her chin on her hand, looked down at the ground, and thought seriously for a moment. Then, her slightly furrowed brows relaxed imperceptibly, and she nodded gently.
"...It seems that's the case!"

"And then what? How did he crack it?" At this moment, Ayumi Ajitani suddenly appeared behind the three of them, asking with a curious expression:

"What about the time travel part? How did he solve it?"

Having not heard the preceding content, Ayumi Ajitani assumed they were talking about science fiction or something similar...

Nishikata's gaze swept over the several curious faces in front of him, from Tsuna's speechless expression to Ayumi Ajitani's eagerness as she almost leaned over.

He subconsciously raised his right hand to his mouth, his thumbnail unconsciously biting between his teeth, and asked in confusion, "What time travel...?"

"hiss……"

Ayumi Ajitani gasped. She had understood and turned around without hesitation to leave the lounge with the task given to her by Ms. Nanase.

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist rolling her eyes at Nishikata.

I thought it was science fiction, but it turned out to be a crime drama...

"What are you guys talking about...?" At this moment, Takagi, who had just returned to the dressing room from the stage, walked up to Shoko and the others, lifting her skirt, and asked curiously.

"No, I was listening to Nishikata tell a corny joke. Takagi-chan, why don't you go change your clothes?"

As she spoke, Shoko handed the white backpack next to her to Takagi in front of her.

(End of this chapter)