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"As I already said, she's just a regular junior from school. We got her contact information at the last class reunion."

"Huh? You brought back a female student from your year-end party?"

Kato Megumi looked at her parents, her eyes softening slightly. She turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

......

Eriri Sawamura lay on the bed, her little feet swinging behind her.

She held the game controller, facing the screen opposite the bed, ready to conquer the blonde twin-tailed girl in the game that she had already conquered dozens of times.

There was a knock on the door.

“Go in,” Eriri Sawamura replied casually.

Sawamura Sayuri pushed open the door, but did not go in.

She leaned against the door and said with great interest, "I just received news that Xiaofeng and Xiaoxue were holding hands in a shopping mall in the city center."

"what?"

Eriri Sawamura threw away the game controller.

188 How many children should we have?

"This seems to be the first time you've been to this street since you came back?" Nomiyama held a food cup, used a bamboo skewer to pick up a bamboo shoot, and took a bite.

“Well, I’ve only been back for a few days, and I only met Uncle Ichiraku the other day.” Yukino Yukinoshita was also skewering bamboo shoots with a bamboo stick.

"Well, they keep mentioning you to me, always asking why you haven't come back yet. It's quite annoying," Nomiyama said, glancing at the plaque before going inside.

“There’s nothing I can do about it. After all, I’m not like Nomiyama-kun, who’s still quite popular.” Yukino Yukinoshita walked beside him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Don't talk nonsense if you get your indoor shoes stolen every day." Nomiyama looked at the shop manager. "Uncle Kitashirakawa, I've come to buy candy."

"Kazehaya, okay, the same quantity as before, right? I'll send it over in a couple of days." Kitashirakawa replied cheerfully, then his gaze shifted, and surprise appeared on his face, "Yukino?"

"Yes, Uncle Kitashirakawa, it's been a long time." Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and bowed.

"Hey, when did you get back?"

“About a week ago,” Yukino Yukinoshita replied obediently.

Kitashirakawa immediately looked at Nomiyama, a hint of reproach in his voice: "Yukino's back, why didn't you say anything?"

Nomiyama shifted his gaze, saying he didn't have her contact information and hadn't come to buy candy or anything recently.

Kitashirakawa sighed and took out his phone: "So how come you live a more old-fashioned and outdated life than this old man like me?"

"What do you mean by old-fashioned and outdated? I just always forget." Nomiyama took out his phone and started exchanging contact information.

Kitashirakawa added his phone, then paused, slightly doubtful: "Do you ever forget you even have a phone, or even check messages?"

Nomiyama wanted to say, 'How dare you slander me for no reason?', but in the end he just looked down at the pastries at the counter.

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled beside her, handed over her phone, and added, "Uncle Kitashirakawa, if anything happens, you can let me know. It's the same thing."

Kitashirakawa glanced at the increasingly sensible girl, then at the boy staring at the pastries with a longing look, and suddenly wondered who would be in charge in the future.

It seems that Yukino is in charge of external affairs and is more assertive, but looking at the past and present, Yukino has always prioritized Kazehaya's ideas.

But when it comes to Kazehaya being in charge, he often seems to have a blank mind.

Nomiyama looked up and said to Uncle Kitashirakawa, "Uncle, when I came over just now, the shop across the street said their rice cakes are even better."

"Nonsense! Can you even eat their rice cakes?" Kitashirakawa glared and immediately started packing up the cakes at the counter, adding, "Kazehaya, don't listen to them. They don't know anything about confectionery!"

“Right, right, I think so too.” Nomiyama’s eyes were fixed on the packaged pastries.

There are only two pastry shops on this commercial street, and the managers of the two shops don't get along.

Reaching out, Nomiyama took the pastry, a smile unconsciously curving his lips. Very good, he got it again.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, sighed, grabbed his hand, and dragged him outside.

"Uncle, let's talk again next time." Nomiyama waved his hand before being dragged away.

"Okay! Come visit often when you have time!" Kitashirakawa watched the boy being dragged away with a smile.

Nomiyama didn't turn around until he left the confectionery shop, chewing on a piece of rice cake in one hand, complaining, "What? I was having a good chat."

Yukino Yukinoshita said helplessly, "When are you going to get rid of this habit?"

Nomiyama looked completely innocent: "What's wrong with me? I wasn't lying."

Yukino Yukinoshita was about to say something more when he pulled her across the street.

Nomiyama walked into another shop on the street with his head held high, his gaze fixed on the only shop owner present: "Uncle Oji, the people across the street say your rice cakes aren't good."

Looking at this person who was using the same excuse to freeload again, Daiji sighed, turned around and silently packed some pastries for him. His hand paused for a moment, then he suddenly turned his head: "Yukino?"

Yukino stepped on his foot before smiling and saying, "Yes, Uncle Ooji."

Da Lu looked relieved, glanced at the person next to him, and sighed, "You're finally back."

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow, displeased: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

"No." Da Lu replied calmly.

He casually tossed the packaged rice cakes onto the table and said, "Hey Kazehaya, when are you two getting married?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment, then nodded as if to confirm: "We'll get married after she graduates from university."

Yukino Yukinoshita blushed slightly, pulled him away, and didn't even say goodbye in person. She just said as she left, "Uncle Ooji, we'll be going now."

"Okay, remember to come often. I've been researching some new pastries lately." Da Lu just smiled and watched them leave.

"Hey girlfriend, can you stop pinching me? It hurts."

After leaving the two stores, Nomiyama lowered his head and looked at the fat around his waist that had been turned several times.

"Oh? Wasn't Nomiyama-kun very proud and smug just now? What, are you starting to feel pain now?" Yukino Yukinoshita continued with her hands.

“I’ve always felt that meeting Yukinoshita was the best gift God could give me.” Nomiyama took her hand.

Yukino Yukinoshita's hand was grasped. She struggled symbolically for a moment, then finally quieted down, muttering softly, "Scumbag..."

Nomiyama ignored him and just kept swinging the two bags of rice cakes around.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, her eyes filled with helplessness: "When are you going to stop this habit of coming here to freeload?"

Nomiyama turned to look at her, thought for a moment, and shook his head slightly: "You're wrong, Yukinoshita. Uncle Oji and Uncle Kitashirakawa didn't give me these things because I always told them 'the other side says their rice cakes are better'."

His expression softened: "It's more because they want to give it to me, so they always give me some rice cakes to try. I'm just giving them an excuse to give it to me."

At this point, he became smug: "Yukinoshita-kun, there's no way around it, that's how you win over your elders."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him, her expression softening, and then stepped on his foot: "Is that so? That's really good."

After saying that, she no longer hesitated to hold his hand, but instead linked arms with his.

"Speaking of which, how many children will we have after we get married?" Nomiyama asked, chewing on a rice cake.

"Nomiyama-kun, don't fantasize about things seven years from now," Yukino Yukinoshita replied calmly.

"Seven years from now." Nomiyama leaned closer to her and touched her waist. "I only mentioned graduating from university, and Yukinoshita even calculated the exact time?"

"Hehe." Yukino Yukinoshita laughed.

Then she let go.

"No, girlfriend."

Nomiyama put his hands back together, then touched the rice cakes in his bag, picked one up and handed it over.

"Come on, girlfriend, eat."

"I will do it myself."

Yukino Yukinoshita responded coldly, but still obediently opened her mouth.

Take a bite, and while you're at it, bite his finger too.

“Hmm…” Nomiyama narrowed his eyes.

"Girlfriend, bite me again."

Yukino lifted her foot and stepped on the snow.

......

"Huh? Yui, Hina, over there, isn't that Nomiyama and Yukinoshita over there?"

Yumiko Miura, while biting into a pastry, grabbed the person next to her.

Yui Yuigahama, biting into a rice cake, looked up.

It was dozens of meters away, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only see two people huddled together.

Chapter 189 Yang Nai: Borrowing my brother-in-law's...

"Come, look at this pocket watch. First, you'll slowly feel sleepy..."

"Next, you will gradually become dazed and will wholeheartedly obey my commands..."

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes flickered slightly, then gradually her gaze became lifeless, and she stood there in a daze.

Nomiyama blinked, put away his pocket watch, leaned closer, and looked into her eyes.

The flowing azure waters were now still, like a dead sea, yet still reflecting itself.

"Cough cough."

After coughing twice with his fist clenched, Nomiyama began issuing commands.

"First of all, from now on I will be the Minister of the Service Department, and you will be my little follower."

"Ok."

Hearing the flat, monotone reply, Nomiyama's eyes lit up. Was the hypnosis he learned online really working?

He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, tugging at it: "And then, in any situation at school, remember to call me Minister."

He released her hand, looked down, and started counting on his fingers: "If I tell you to go east, you can't go west; if I want roast chicken, you can't make stewed chicken; if I want to go to bed, you can't let me sleep on the sofa."

"Also, don't say things like 'I can't catch fish,' even poisonous fish are still fish."

"You should take the initiative when kissing. For example, next time you should take the initiative to say 'I want to kiss' or something. Oh, if you can say it with a disgusted look, it would be even cuter."

Regarding money, you earn it and I spend it; regarding housework...

Yukino Yukinoshita watched him mutter unrealistic things on his fingers and moved her hand.

Nomiyama looked up as her fingers moved, and said seriously, "I was just joking."

Noticing that the cold smile showed no sign of relaxation, and glancing again at the suddenly appearing whip, Nomiyama shifted his feet.

Yukinoshita Yukino raised her hand.

The whip cracked as it struck the air.

Looking up at the crowd rushing into the mall, Yukino Yukinoshita sneered, put away her whip, and clenched her fists.

If I can't beat you up, I'll punch you.

She took a step, her figure distorted in the air, and in an instant appeared several meters away.

Nomiyama glanced back and twitched his lips.

Xuewan, that idiot, what did she leave behind for Xuexia? How can she walk with the feeling of teleportation?

As he was thinking, he looked at someone in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and stopped in his tracks.

Yukino Yukinoshita appeared beside him, raising her hand to greet him, but her fist was clenched.

"Your sister." Nomiyama gestured with his chin towards the person standing in front of the mall.

Sister? Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head to look over. That person was standing at the entrance of the mall, looking this way with a half-smile.

Shaking off his hand, Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath: "Nomi-san-kun, don't say anything out of line later."

As she spoke, her expression returned to calm, and she walked over there.

Nomiyama stood beside her, and his expression turned somewhat strange after hearing those words.