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Nomiyama opened the door, put the fishing rod aside, picked up the convenience bag, changed his shoes, and stepped into the living room.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked down at the shoe rack.

My shoes are still there, and there is another pair of unfamiliar women's slippers, which should be prepared for Eriri.

After changing her shoes, she also walked into the living room carrying a convenience bag.

Sawamura Eriri looked at the shoe rack.

Eh? So Kazehaya always prepares slippers for herself?

She had nothing in her hands and just followed the two people in front of her.

Nomiyama walked straight into the kitchen with the convenience bag, without putting anything in the refrigerator. The ingredients he bought today were just for preparing a big meal.

Yukinoshita Yukino also walked into the kitchen with her own portion. After putting the convenience bag on the counter, she turned around, took her black cat apron from the shelf, put it on, and waited.

Nomiyama took two steps forward and helped her tie the straps at the back.

"Will you do it first or should I?"

"Let me do it first. Otherwise, the flavors of your dishes are too strong and the smell will easily remain in the pot, affecting the taste. You should prepare the ingredients first."

"Okay." Nomiyama responded, took out the beef from the convenience bag and started slicing it.

"Um, do you need help?" Eriri Sawamura poked her head out of the kitchen door and asked carefully.

They both turned around at the same time, and then Nomiyama was the one who responded, "Eriri, you can play some games while you wait. The games you gave me are under the coffee table, and the game controllers are also underneath."

"Oh..." Eriri Sawamura stepped back. She knew she couldn't help.

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"I didn't expect you to prepare slippers for Eriri." Yukinoshita Yukino turned on the stove and started heating the pot.

"I've always had it prepared and usually keep it in the shoe cabinet, but she hasn't come here in the past few years." After cutting the beef, Nomiyama had a calm expression. After taking a look at the other person's process, he took out the green onion and ginger and changed the process.

Whether blanching meat or stir-frying vegetables, green onions and ginger are necessary steps.

He pressed the ginger under the knife and used his other hand to smash it into pieces. Then he chopped it up. "Eriri is not the Eriri she used to be. She's much more timid. She won't take the initiative to do many things."

"Then why don't you invite Eriri yourself?" Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him, seemingly dissatisfied.

"What? If I do this, will Yukinoshita-san be happy?" Nomiyama's sword continued to slash.

Yukinoshita Yukino just turned her head away quietly.

Nomiyama shifted his gaze to look at her, curled his lips, and continued to cut another side dish.

In the living room, the game music was playing, and Eriri Sawamura was sitting with her back against the kitchen wall, hugging her knees.

Feng Zao was right, she was not the same person she used to be because she was growing up.

Growing up is actually a process of change. At that time, she hoped to make more friends, hoped to be looked at with admiration or envy by her classmates, and hoped to become a lady from a noble family who would be praised by others.

When she looked back, she was no longer the person who could approach them with courage.

She thought this was right, to be a role model in the eyes of others, to be a young lady that others envied, and to be a dazzling person.

It wasn't until that day when she stopped and didn't stand with them that she felt something was wrong.

It wasn't until he hugged Yukino without any hesitation in front of the crowd that all the abnormalities finally exploded.

It’s wrong, everything is wrong. What I should care about is not what others think. They are not important at all. They are insignificant.

All I wanted was the little boy who curled up on the sofa and prepared dry clothes for me when I was soaked all over.

I might meet another person who will do this, but I will never meet another Feng Zao.

Her nails dug into her flesh as she stood up, away from the bickering in the kitchen, and walked to the coffee table and sat down.

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At night, on the street, three people walked side by side.

"It's undeniable that the food I cook is obviously better."

"Oh? Did Nomi-san call himself that?"

"Ha ha..."

Nomiya looked up and gestured to the person in the middle, with a smug look on his face.

Yukinoshita Yukino was slightly speechless. She looked at her friend, sighed, and took out a can of milk from her shoulder bag and handed it to her: "Eri, drink some, it should be good for taking away the spiciness."

After the milk was taken, she smoothed the other person's hair and said, "Don't eat his cooking too hastily. It's too spicy. You have to eat it slowly."

Sawamura Eriri didn't reply, but just raised her head: "Gudong, Gudong."

Nomiyama glanced at the can of milk and wondered, "Why would you put a bottle of milk in your bag for no reason?"

Yukinoshita Yukino said calmly: "I was planning to have bread for lunch, and I brought milk to go with the bread."

"Oh."

Then the two fell silent. Eriri, who should have been noisy, seemed unwilling to talk after drinking the milk.

The two looked at each other, said nothing, and just walked quietly.

Until one moment, in front of a villa, Sawamura Eriri took two steps forward, turned around, and lowered her head slightly: "We're here, do you want to come in and sit down?"

Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth, ready to agree, but then her clothes were tugged at the back.

Nomiyama shook his head: "Next time."

Sawamura Eriri nodded: "Well, I'll go home first, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Yukinoshita Yukino smiled.

"See you tomorrow." Nomiya nodded.

It wasn't until the blond man walked through the open gate and onto the path to the villa that Yukinoshita Yukino frowned and looked at him: "Eriri is not in a good mood."

Nomiyama looked up at the person who had opened the gate of the house and was waiting for Eriri. They exchanged glances and turned away. "Sayuri is here. She will comfort him. If all else fails, we can ask Eriri tomorrow."

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After saying that, he turned and walked away: "Come to think of it, where did you say you moved to?"

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Yukinoshita Yukino walked beside him and sighed: "Nomi-san, you should go and treat your amnesia. Makuhari Beach, Twin Towers."

Nomi-san looked up and recalled the map: "It's quite far from here. It seems very troublesome to walk."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded: "A little bit."

So Nomiyama stopped, his eyes lit up: "Yukinoshita, the train is still running."

Yukinoshita Yukino put her hand on her chin and said, "Oh, Nomi-san can't wait for me to disappear from his sight."

"You really take my kindness for granted." Nomiyama complained.

Then he said casually, "I just want to know if the train is crowded at this time. Is it busier than the last late train I took?"

Yukinoshita Yukino paused slightly, then returned to normal. She nodded thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I haven't seen it either. I really should try it."

Chapter 133: Troublesome Yukinoshita-san

In the gentle breeze and under the bright moon, Nomiya observed the snow, not secretly, nor openly.

Just glance twice, walk a few steps, and then glance twice again.

Although we had met again at noon and had lunch and dinner together, it seemed that only now, when we were really alone, did the subtle changes in her become clear in my eyes.

For example, when I look at her now, she won't pretend not to notice like she did before.

She would now respond with a look of disgust, then take out her phone and start typing.

"Hello, is this the Chiba Police Department? I've encountered a pervert."

Nomiyama looked at the unlit phone screen and ignored it, instead saying something: "Your hair isn't as long as in the photo."

Yukinoshita Yukino was silent for a moment. Her hair wasn't as long as in the photo because she had a few centimeters cut before returning home, but generally speaking, no one would even notice this.

Ignoring her pounding heart, Yukinoshita Yukino stood still, took a step back, crossed her arms, and looked alert: "Nomi-san, I'm a little scared of your perverted level."

Nomiyama looked at her calmly, "Please praise my good eyes for being able to see the details."

"Ah."

With a sneer, Yukinoshita Yukino continued to walk forward, walking in front of him.

But soon, she slowed down and waited for him to come to her side.

"Where does all that energy in you come from?" Nomiya glanced at her sideways.

"Are you talking about this?" Yukinoshita Yukino stretched out her finger.

After a moment, a ball of crystal light appeared at her fingertips.

"Ah."

Nomiya nodded. He had discovered the presence of that energy on Yukinoshita's body at noon, but it was relatively weak. Compared to the behemoth entrenched on the mountain, the amount on her body was probably just a drop in the ocean.

But it is enough to transform a person completely, at least, he is no longer a physically weakling.

"After I took the medicine caught with the fishing rod, this thing started to approach me on its own initiative." Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, suddenly smiled, and spread out her hands.

A fishing rod appeared in her hand and then disappeared.

Nomiyama was stunned for a moment. He thought of the whip that disappeared and reappeared, and said in amazement: "If you were to perform a magic trick, no one would be able to decipher you. After all, this is no longer magic, it's something like magic."

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled: "Theoretically, I can also put away your fishing rod. Just leave it with me tomorrow. It will save you from carrying it all day."

Nomiya was silent.

Yukinoshita Yukino's voice softened: "Nomi-san, these two fishing rods belong to that senior. I believe that senior will be happy to see them put together again."

"Okay." Nomiyama agreed. He didn't ask who the 'senior' was because the answer was obvious.

He simply glanced in the direction of the mountain and asked, "Do you know her well?"

"No." Yukinoshita Yukino shook her head slightly. "I caught a lot of things that my predecessors used to deal with you. The most accurate information I know is that she died of old age."

"I see." Nomiyama replied, then turned his head to look at the tram station, as if thinking about something. "Do you think there will be a lot of people on the tram today?"

Yukinoshita Yukino listened to his sudden and abrupt change of words, but she didn't expose him or pay much attention to him. She just followed his words and replied, "I hope there will be fewer people."

"Huh? Shouldn't Yukinoshita-san be hoping for more people, so that they can huddle together?" Nomiya raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? Why would I think so?" Yukinoshita Yukino looked puzzled.

"I don't know, but in the romance novels I've read, the trains are always crowded, and the boys have to make a little space for the girls."

"Nomi-san, that's the thinking of a weak girl. I, now, would definitely have no problem beating you when you were in the second grade of elementary school."

Nomiyama swiped his card through the turnstile, turned around and looked at her with admiration: "As expected of Yukinoshita-san, bullying a second-grade elementary school student is so natural."

Yukinoshita Yukino swiped her card, her expression unchanged: "Sorry, I only saw one evil that must be dealt with."

"Okay, okay, classmate Hero who gets rid of harm for the people."

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Crowded in a carriage with hundreds of people, the safe distance between strangers was completely broken, and people were shoulder to shoulder.

In this case, if you want to talk about feelings.

Nomi-san felt it was dead silence.

Nomiya turned his head again after scanning the crowded but silent crowd around him.

Neon is a country that emphasizes "take care of your own business and don't bother others". In such an environment, politeness between people is highlighted, and indifference between people is also highlighted. Everyone takes care of themselves and consciously thinks "I don't bother others, and others must not think of bothering me." Nomiyama has no way of judging the pros and cons of this argument, he just thought of something.

Seeing him clearly thinking, Yukinoshita Yukino reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "What are you thinking about, Nomi-san?"

Nomiyama came back to his senses, looked at her who was being protected by him, lowered his head close to her ear and lowered his voice.

"I found the long, box-shaped, enclosed tram to be like a coffin filled with hundreds of the living dead."

He seemed to be saying something rather horrifying, but he was so close that his ears felt hot.