Comics, daily stories

Hikigaya Komachi claimed to be the sister of the classmate in the ward, and said that her brother was resting and she was sorry that she could not entertain him.

Then she offered a profusion of thanks and finally looked up.

"Hehe, Nomiyama-senpai, I didn't expect it would be you who would help."

Nomiyama looked at the girl in front of him. She had short hair and small canine teeth when she smiled. She looked very energetic.

Then, I don’t know him.

Hikigaya Komachi seemed to know what he was thinking and simply smiled brightly: "I went to the same junior high school as Nomiyama-senpai, but I'm two grades below him."

"I often hear about you, Senior."

Oh, a junior school girl.

Nomiyama nodded, his expression serious: "If you get bullied in school in the future, tell me your name. If they don't accept it, just tell me and I'll go to the school gate and beat them up."

Hikigaya Komachi nodded heavily, then took out her cell phone: "Then give me your contact information, and I will find you if I encounter any trouble."

Nomiya was slightly stunned, but still took out his mobile phone and started operating it.

Hikigaya Komachi watched his actions and her smile widened.

Here’s the contact information of the campus legend. I can show it off to my classmates later, and by the way, help my brother reserve some candidate friends.

Eh, it seems like my brother wouldn't be willing to get to know such a famous senior.

On the side, Yumiko Miura touched her cell phone and opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She seemed to have no reason to exchange contact information. Although they became neighbors, they were not very familiar with each other.

Yuigahama Yui's eyes lit up, and she quickly took out her phone and leaned over: "And us, and us, we don't even have Xiaofeng's Line yet."

us?

Yumiko Miura curled her lips and walked forward, saying, "Yui, good job."

After everyone added Line, Hikigaya Komachi took a step back and bowed again.

"Thank you very much for your concern for my brother, and I will also give my brother the cookies that Yui-san gave me."

She waved her hand and said, "Then I'll leave first. My brother hasn't eaten yet, so I have to prepare dinner for him."

Nomiyama blinked: "Are we going to the hospital cafeteria?"

"Ah? No, no." Hikigaya Komachi denied the cafeteria's statement and sighed, "I have to go home. Brother is in such a state, so I need to make some delicious food to nourish him."

Go home and bring the food back.

Nomiyama looked at the obviously thin girl in front of him and said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Hikigaya Komachi backed away, waved her hands, and then smiled softly, "We're family, so there's no such thing as hardship or not."

"That's right." Nomiyama waved his hand, "Be careful on the road, junior sister."

"Yeah, sure!" Hikigaya Komachi waved her hand in a wider arc.

Yuigahama Yui stopped waving until the girl was out of sight: "Komachi is a good sister."

Miura Yumiko nodded: "Indeed, Komachi-chan is quite cute."

Nomiyama turned around and looked at the ward: "Why don't I have a sister like this?"

Yuigahama Yui was a little surprised when she heard the voice that seemed to be a little resentful: "Hey, Xiaofeng, do you want a little sister?"

Nomiyama walked forward: "Wrong, I want a good and sensible sister like Komachi."

......

After having dinner with Sister Aso in the hospital cafeteria, Nomiyama left the hospital and walked towards the tram station again.

In the evening, the girl always has to be sent off, since I have nothing to do anyway.

Yuigahama Yui was still arm in arm with Yumiko. She thought of the older sister who kept passing him food at the table, so she looked at him curiously: "Xiaofeng and that sister have a really good relationship."

Nomi-san thought for a moment and replied, "I've known Aso-san since second grade, so it's been a long time. It's only natural that we have a good relationship."

Miura Yumiko calculated: "Eight years?"

"Yeah, eight years."

After saying that, Nomiyama swiped his card and passed through the gate.

Tram, yes, walking is a bit time-consuming, the tram is more convenient.

As for taking a taxi, at present, none of the three are from wealthy families, so taxi expenses are still too extravagant.

It was not until they stepped into the carriage with the crowded crowd that Yumiko Miura pulled at the corner of his clothes.

She frowned: "There are too many people."

Hmm? Then what?

Nomi-san looked at her.

Miura Yumiko lowered her head: "I don't like to interact with strangers..."

Nomiyama's expression was a little strange. He never saw you being so weak.

Yuigahama Yui blinked and looked at her good friend. Is there something wrong with Yumiko?

Reaching out his hands, Nomiya exerted a little force and supported himself on the wall with both hands.

Yuigahama Yui's eyes lit up, she lowered her head and bent down, then went in.

"Hmph, you know what's going on."

Miura Yumiko regained her pride, snorted coldly, and crawled between his hands.

Girls are really complicated and changeable.

Nomiyama sighed silently in his heart.

A few minutes later, he looked at the two girls lying on his chest, then turned his head and looked at the tired office workers who were coming home from work in the carriage.

What are you looking at? The train is shaking so much, what can I do?

814 The Thirty-year-old Kirin

The train wasn't very shaky, at least for Nomiyama.

However, the two girls seemed unable to adapt to the shaking of the tram. During the ten-minute ride, they were always shaken.

Nomiyama didn't care much. When they arrived at the station, he let go of her hand and got off the bus together.

"See you tomorrow, Yumiko, Xiaofeng." Yuigahama Yui stood in front of her house and waved vigorously.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Nomiya nodded.

"See you tomorrow, Yui." Miura Yumiko also waved goodbye.

It was not until the other person walked into the room that the remaining two people turned around and walked towards another intersection.

No one spoke, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard on the street.

There was no uniformity in the steps, and they were so chaotic that it looked like one person took one step and the other took two.

Yumiko Miura kept pace, keeping up with his speed, while thinking about those things in her mind.

Should I tell him about my elementary school days? Should I talk to him about making friends?

She was struggling, turning one street corner after another, passing by one cherry tree after another.

Until the street became ordinary, the light from the street lamps became familiar, and the house appeared in front of me.

She stopped.

"Nomiyama."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Nomiya looked back at her.

Taking a deep breath, Miura Yumiko looked up at him and said, "When I was in the third grade, Yukinoshita helped me out once. I never had the chance to say thank you at that time."

"Yeah, I remember that, Miura-san."

Nomiyama raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to help tell Yukinoshita?"

A few cherry blossom petals floated past my eyes. They were blown apart by the wind, floating up and down, drifting away and coming back.

Yumiko Miura looked at him behind the cherry blossoms, his black hair swaying slightly in the wind, and his eyes remained as clear as they had been for many years.

"I remember, Miura-san."

With the corner of her mouth raised, Miura Yumiko snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards her home: "Don't bother me, I will express my gratitude myself."

Then why are you telling me?

Nomiya was a little puzzled, then he saw the girl turn around.

She smiled as brightly as the warm sun: "Remember to call me Yumiko, Miura-san, etc. We are old classmates after all. It's too unfamiliar."

"Oh, okay."

After making sure that the other party had entered the house, Nomiya looked up at the moon in the sky.

It's time to go home.

The wind blew and he disappeared on the spot.

......

Nomiya stopped on the familiar street, and the wind he brought raised the dust on the ground.

He looked at his house with a rare hesitant look on his face.

The lights are on...

Someone who currently has the keys to his house.

Yukinoshita, Megumi, Miyasame, Eriri.

Gong Yu should have told me in advance when she came back.

Then there are only two possibilities.

Yukinoshita, or Megumi.

But what if both are there?

Chapter 152: Don’t Talk, Or I’ll Kiss You

You must go home. You can't just sleep on the street without a home.

After walking a few steps towards the door, Nomiya sniffed his nose.

The food smells very rich.

Without stopping, he walked towards the door of his house as usual.

In a sense, he was thinking too simply, thinking that as long as he went out for a walk with Yuigahama, he could get through the day easily.

Now that things have come to this, let’s go home and have dinner.

......

Eriri Sawamura held the game controller and kept moving her eyes towards the person on the sofa.

She is indeed dumber than her friends, and she admits it herself, but dumb does not mean blind.

Hui's actions after arriving at his house were so casual and ordinary. There were no slippers on the shoe rack, so she opened the shoe cabinet and took out a used pair. There were no aprons in the kitchen, so she went straight to the room on the first floor and took out an apron. Then she opened the refrigerator to get ingredients and skillfully took out a bag of smoked fish from the freezer.

Eriri Sawamura remembered that when Yukino saw the smoked fish, she almost felt cold all over.

Hui's movements were so skillful and she was too familiar with this house. She even cut her own vegetables, then calmly found the kettle, brewed some black tea and placed it on the coffee table, as if she was entertaining a guest.

After seeing this, Yukino walked into the kitchen and the sound of cutting vegetables sounded like she was chopping someone.

Sawamura Eriri was actually a little slow to react. She had never thought about Hui's problem.

Hui was always hard to notice. In the past, unless Feng Zao was talking to Hui, she would never realize that Hui was around.

Hui is always quiet, peaceful and silent.

It turns out that you have already reached this step, and you have already walked to his side.

Eriri Sawamura pouted as she looked at Kei fiddling with her new skirt on the sofa.

So this is what I meant by the skirt I mentioned this afternoon.