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He reached out, took a piece and put it in his mouth.

The taste is not very good, but it is not bad.

What is this? Is this the data-driven cooking process? One person's data is bad, another's is good, and then we add them together to make them average?

Turning his head and meeting Yukinoshita's gaze, Nomiya shrugged, "Just add one more person, and count it as one point for Hui, and we'll be zero."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at Kato Megumi, her eyes showing eagerness to try. She said seriously, "Okay."

Kato Megumi looked at them in confusion.

Nomiyama explained: "In the Service Club, the person who completes the most commissions becomes the leader."

Kato Megumi looked at the classmate Yukinoshita and replied, "That's good."

Sawamura Eriri interrupted: "Add me in! Add me in!"

Well, whatever, you can't win anyway.

Nomiya nodded, unconcerned.

While they were discussing this, Yuigahama Yui carefully placed each cookie in a small gift bag and then lifted it up.

She smiled, full of energy, and held out four small bags. "Thank you for your help! Here are some for everyone!"

Nomiya was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it.

He touched the gift bag, glanced at the other people's portions, and raised his eyebrows.

It seems like I have an extra piece.

Yuigahama Yui looked at him and smiled: "Hehe, mainly I wanted to express my gratitude to Xiaofeng for his help at the beginning of the school year."

Nomiyama suddenly understood, but was still a little confused: "I remember receiving thanks once."

"Mom said that only things you make yourself can be considered thoughtful."

"alright."

After saying this, Yuigahama Yui began to clean the kitchen counter, but she stopped just as she started.

She looked at the person who was about to eat the cookie and said, "Speaking of which, Xiaofeng, the family of the classmate who was hit and sent to the hospital wanted to express their gratitude to you and asked me to get your contact information."

Nomiya stopped opening his mouth and his eyes lit up.

A pillow for when you're sleepy? I don't know how I'm going to get home for dinner.

He put down the cookie and rubbed his chin. "Come to think of it, I haven't visited that classmate since he was admitted to the hospital. I'll go to the hospital with you. One of your cookies is for that classmate, right?"

He sighed, "He was knocked away right in front of me. I felt really guilty for not being able to save him."

When Yuigahama Yui heard this, she quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and comforted him with a serious expression: "Xiaofeng has done a good job. If Xiaofeng was not here, I don't know what I would do."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him with sharp eyes.

Kato Megumi also shifted her gaze.

Want to escape?

"Well, let's go together." Nomiyama patted Yuigahama's shoulder.

Then he turned around and looked at Yukinoshita. After thinking for a moment, he said, "My fishing rod is in the service department. You can take it with you later."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him for a few seconds, and finally said, "Go home early."

"Ah."

Then Nomi-san turned and looked at Hui. He lowered his voice and said, "I actually bought a skirt two days ago. It's in the closet."

Kato Hui's eyebrows softened: "Well, I understand."

Nomiya noticed that Yukinoshita was reaching out, so he turned and left.

"Eri! I'll prepare your lunch for tomorrow!"

"Yuigahama, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

Sawamura Eriri was wondering what he meant by the skirt he talked about with Kei, when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Eh? Prepare my lunch?

She laughed foolishly.

Yuigahama Yui looked at the empty door of the cooking room, then turned back to look at the remaining three female classmates.

Four...love square?

Chapter 4: What are you looking at? (k)

I didn't expect to ride in a large moving coffin for two consecutive days.

Nomiya frowned, looking a little troubled.

It was rush hour, so it was natural to be crowded together, but what made him frown was not the big men crowded around him, nor the occasional smell of sweat.

Xianxun⒏Ⅰ⒋Jiuling⒢ Wife and uncle

There are two people in front of me.

There were too many people pouring in at the previous stop, so he casually asked if they needed help holding out. Yuigahama also casually agreed, but someone suddenly stood next to Yuigahama, so there were two people in front of him.

"What are you looking at?"

When their eyes met, Yumiko Miura didn't hesitate.

Nomiyama looked at the space he had created with his hands, then at the two girls in his arms. He ignored Yuigahama and said to the other one with curiosity, "Could it be that Miura-san really wants to be served by me?"

"Hmph, I'm not interested. I just came here because I was worried that Yui would be bullied by you." Miura Yumiko glared at him confidently.

"You're late." Nomi-san said seriously, "I've already eaten Yuigahama clean."

Hearing this, Miura Yumiko opened her eyes wide.

So fast? But Yui left with me yesterday. Could it be that the two of them were at school?

"Xiaofeng is talking nonsense again!" Yuigahama Yui reached out and pinched him.

But she was a little anxious, so her voice was inevitably a little loud. In the carriage where everyone was talking in low voices, her behavior undoubtedly attracted the attention of most people.

Then, those eyes stopped on the three people, with surprise, confusion, and envy.

"Ah..." Yuigahama's face flushed and she quickly covered her mouth.

Nomiya turned his head and looked at those people naturally.

What are you looking at? You've never seen a super scumbag, right?

"Shameless." Yumiko Miura blushed slightly and muttered softly.

Nomiyama looked at her and said, "You are not my girlfriend, why should I be shy?"

Yumiko Miura frowned, feeling that this sentence was not right. Just because she was not his girlfriend, could he be indifferent to other people's speculations and gazes?

Then she thought of the other party’s rumored girlfriends, and it seemed that he was indeed like that. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, no matter how bad the rumors were.

No, no, he and Yukinoshita hugged and held hands in public, and he wasn't shy at all.

"Shameless." Yumiko Miura muttered again.

Nomiyama was too lazy to pay attention to her this time. Since she was not his girlfriend, he didn't need to care about what others thought. Since she was his girlfriend, he didn't need to care about what others thought even more. She didn't understand such a simple truth. She was too stupid. If she talked too much, she would easily be infected.

At this time, Yuigahama Yui finally recovered. She looked at her friend who was standing next to her and whispered, "Which stop does Yumiko want to get off?"

"I'll stand with you." Miura Yumiko said without hesitation, "I can't let Yui be deceived by a scumbag."

"Oh oh." Yuigahama Yui wanted to refute, saying that Xiaofeng was not a scumbag or something, but she immediately thought of the Service Club.

It seems like he is really a scumbag?

At this moment the tram shook, and the passengers also shook.

Nomiya stood still, still supporting himself with his hands.

But the two girls were inevitably unstable, so he placed one on each side of his chest, and it looked like he was hugging both girls at once.

Silence, the dead silence of the carriage.

Warm, scorching heat.

Nomiyama looked down at the two girls with red faces, then turned his head away.

What are you looking at? Have you never seen force majeure?

......

Nomiyama decided that he would no longer hold up space for his female classmates on the train, or simply not ride the train with them anymore.

Life is already troublesome enough, don’t let any more accidents happen.

His gaze paused for a moment on the two girls behind him whose faces were still slightly red, and he walked towards the hospital.

Chiba Hospital is familiar, very familiar, just like being home.

Yuigahama Yui just walked quietly with Yumiko, arm in arm, without saying a word.

She thought of the wall-dong that her friends had talked about. She heard that when boys did that with one hand, girls would feel a strong sense of oppression.

The feeling of oppression is real. When the other person supports himself with both hands on the left and right and he stands in that small space, it feels like the whole world is wrapped up by the other person and there is no way to escape.

But it seemed that it was not just a feeling of oppression. Just now on the tram, I also felt a sense of security, because I knew that as long as Xiaofeng held up his hands, no one would be able to break through the blockade and disturb me.

sense of security...

Eh? Is this way of making room for girls on the train a trick the scumbag had prepared specifically? It seems like he agreed to it...

Yumiko Miura was thinking back to the voice she had heard when she was lying on his chest.

heartbeat.

The heartbeats seemed to speed up, and I didn't know if they were his or my own.

"Eh? Good morning, Xiaofeng, you're here again?"

"Yeah, I came to visit my classmates." Nomiyama looked at Sister Aso who was coming towards him, touched his pocket, and handed her a candy, "I came to visit the one who was hit by a car a few days ago."

"That's a pity." Aso Nozomi touched the candy and unwrapped it.

What's the pity about that? It's not a pity that I came in lying down, right?

Nomiyama looked at her dimly: "Where is he?"

"On the fifth floor, next to the ward where you usually stay." Aso Xi smiled and waved her hand, "Then I'll go get busy first."

"Yeah." Nomiyama nodded, then asked, "Sister Aso, do you want to have dinner together later? I haven't eaten at the hospital for a long time."

"Huh? You want to eat in the hospital?"

"Well, I'm too lazy to go home and do it."

"Okay, then come find me at the nurse's station later."

Age-appropriate bar

Yuigahama Yui waited until the beautiful nurse left before she approached, she was a little surprised.

"Xiaofeng has friends in the hospital?"

"Well, I'm a frequent visitor to this hospital. I've become familiar with it after coming here so many times."

Nomiyama turned around and walked straight towards the elevator.

Miura Yumiko followed him and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

Nomiyama glanced at her and said, "You know the address. You can check yourself to see if you are in good health."

Miura Yumiko frowned and glared: "Asshole, you still want to deceive me, the Service Club doesn't mean that at all."

Hey, there's a traitor.

Nomiyama looked at Yuigahama, but only saw her head turned away.

......

In the end, I still couldn't enter the ward.

Because there was someone in front of the ward.