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A sense of absurdity arose spontaneously in my heart.

I was sitting in the living room and you two were flirting in the kitchen?

Nomiyama glanced back at his senior, saying helplessly, "Mai-senpai, we're here. Have you had enough of your shock?"

Mai-senpai shook off his hand that was holding her sleeve and coldly uttered two words: "Scumbag."

Nomiyama shrugged, not intending to refute the adjective. He simply took out his key and inserted it into the lock, saying casually, "Senior, I think I need to ask you for a favor."

Sakurajima Mai frowned, followed him into the room, and then quickly realized: "You mean the matter with Miyami?"

"Hmm." Nomiyama changed into slippers and walked to the sofa. "I hope you can keep this a secret for a while, senpai."

"Oh? I thought my junior was already prepared, which is why he brought me there today."

“Being prepared is one thing, but your girlfriend really not wanting to is another.” Nomiyama handed over a convenience bag containing all the daily necessities the other person needed.

"What a scumbag," Mai Sakurajima sighed, reaching out to take the convenience bag.

"That's too much, that's too much." Nomiyama attacked himself a second time without any psychological burden.

Mai Sakurajima glanced at her junior, whose skin was so thick it was impossible to provoke her, and then turned and left.

"The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, and the second room from the right is the dressing room. You can put the clothes you don't need today there."

......

"On the right is my and Gong Yu's room, and in the middle is Hui's room."

Nomiyama stood in the second-floor corridor and introduced the room.

Sakurajima Mai shifted her gaze. There were three people on the right and in the middle, so one of the rooms on the left must be Yukino's. If there was one room left, it must be Eriri's.

Nomiyama continued, "The first room from the left is Yukinoshita's room, the second room is..."

"I want the second one from the left."

Mai Sakurajima interrupted him, her words quite brief.

“That’s Eriri’s,” Nomiyama said.

Mai Sakurajima glanced at him, then turned and walked toward her room: "I don't care about your girlfriends, but Eriri can't be your girlfriend too, can she? When guests come, there should at least be a guest room. Junior, you should understand this."

There are also guest rooms downstairs...

Nomiyama's words were cut off as the other person opened the door and slammed it shut.

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.

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.

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.

The 212th: I'll never get married!

"You mean, I want you to bring a girl home to stay overnight?"

Yukino Yukinoshita listened to his absurd explanation, looked at him coldly, and waited for him to continue his sophistry.

Kato Megumi glanced over at that moment, but since she was close enough, she had a basis to teach him a lesson. Reaching out, she pinched the flesh on his waist: "Kazehaya, try to have fewer fantasies."

Eriri Sawamura simply sneered: "Heh, little Chu Nan is just full of fantasies."

Only when he heard Eriri's words did Nomiyama lose his temper. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did you say, little Chu-nu?"

Eriri Sawamura raised her chin defiantly: "I said, Little Chu Nan."

Nomiyama said "Oh," and then looked at her and said, "As expected of Kashiwagi Eri-sensei, even though you're still a young girl and have drawn countless doujinshi, you still seem very experienced and confident when it comes to this kind of topic."

At this point, he seemed curious: "Ms. Kashiwagi Eri, do you... still have your first kiss?"

The first sound wasn't Eriri's voice, but a hardcover book breaking through the air.

Nomiyama easily reached out and caught the "Les Misérables" that was thrown at him by Yukinoshita.

Before he could say anything, Eriri Sawamura pounced on him, knocking him from his seat to the ground and raising her hand to strike him.

Nomiyama lay on his back on the ground, reached out and grasped the small fist, rolled over, sat up, and sat her down beneath him.

Seeing Eriri still about to cause trouble, he straightened his legs and pressed down on her waving hands. Then he tilted his head, reached out his hands, pinched her cheeks, and pulled them horizontally and vertically.

"Eri Sawamura, you think you can turn the world upside down?"

Eriri Sawamura's eyes reddened again and again. First, she felt that he was so heavy and easy to bully. Then she felt his hands on her cheeks, which seemed to be pinching but were actually just gently squeezing, and his lower abdomen, which was constantly being squeezed as he sat on her.

It felt a bit oppressive, a bit suffocating, but also somehow reassuring when you touched it?

Nomiyama shifted his weight on Eriri's lower abdomen, trying to lighten his weight, then paused slightly, noticing Eriri's face getting redder and redder.

Two gusts of wind came, and Nomiyama neither dodged nor evaded, but took the book attack with his back.

"Get up." Yukino Yukinoshita's voice was as cold as ice.

"Kazehaya can continue," Kato Megumi said, seemingly encouraging him.

Nomiyama blinked, withdrew his leg, stood up, and released Eriri from beneath him.

Eriri Sawamura watched him leave, her azure eyes darting around.

Mom said that in situations like this, you should...

She quickly stood up, then rushed towards Yukino, throwing herself into her arms, her voice sounding like a wail.

"Oh no! Yukino! I've been defiled! I'll never get married!"

Nomiyama noticed the increasingly dangerous gazes of his two girlfriends, and his lips twitched.

Sayuri, what have you been teaching Eriri all this time? How is sitting on her considered defiling her and making her unable to get married?

Mai Sakurajima quietly prepared the bento box he had made that morning, looking completely at ease.

......

Yukino Yukinoshita flipped through her diary and rubbed her temples.

"So, there was a senior named Sakurajima Mai who we've forgotten; only you remember her right now."

Nomiyama glanced at the person sitting next to her and nodded: "That's about right, and she's sitting right next to you right now."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then reached out to the side.

Nomiyama stared intently, looking in the same direction. He was quite curious to know if, if he told others where Sakurajima Mai was, they could then contact her.

That hand pierced through Mai Sakurajima.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly, not because he could see through his senior, but because his senior seemed to be in another space, a space that could not be touched.

But he knew very well that he could still approach her, and there was only one reason for that: only someone who could observe his senior could touch her.

That's absolutely true; if something isn't observed, it doesn't exist.

"I... can't touch it..." Yukino Yukinoshita withdrew her hand, looked down at her diary, and pondered.

"Because in your world, Mai-senpai is no longer a character, so no matter what you do, she will not exist." Nomiyama flipped open the manga.

"Why didn't you lie to us? For example, Sakurajima Mai doesn't even exist; she's just a figment of your imagination." Sawamura Eriri was still angry about what happened earlier, arms crossed, looking annoyed.

"Do not."

The word "no" was spoken by two people. Kato Megumi exchanged a glance with the other person, lowered her eyes, and continued playing with her phone. She had no interest in explaining such a thing.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the empty space beside her and said seriously, "Nomiyama-kun will give irrelevant answers and remain silent, but he will never lie to me."

"Sakurajima Mai is definitely a real person."

Eriri Sawamura, standing to the side, opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She felt like an outsider in this conversation.

Mai Sakurajima closed the bento box and looked at her junior not far away. She sighed, "So, this junior is the type who wouldn't lie to his love interest?"

Nomiyama was also packing up his lunchbox, a hint of pride in his voice: "Of course, I never lie to my girlfriend."

Yukino Yukinoshita watched him talk to the air, remained silent for a while, and said nothing.

She simply took advantage of a lull in the other person's silence, raised her hand, and threw a book at him.

Nomiyama reached out and caught the two books, saying helplessly, "Didn't you think I wouldn't lie to you?"

"Yes." Kato Megumi put away his lunchbox, preparing to wash it later.

She said, "But Kazehaya will give irrelevant answers and use information asymmetry to mislead people, which is quite egregious."

“I really didn’t do that this time,” Nomiyama said solemnly, then added.

"And Hui, you've gone astray; you've become quite violent lately."

......

In the afternoon, the Service Department.

"That's amazing. Besides Yukino, Megumi, and Eriri, there are three other girls at the next desk who flirt by passing notes during class," Mai Sakurajima exclaimed with admiration.

"What flirting? Passing notes is an essential part of youth. I'm not some lonely person like you who's never even experienced passing notes," Nomiyama retorted, dissatisfied.

"Oh? Discussing when we can begin the 'service' part of youth? It seems your understanding of youth is a bit different from what most people understand." Mai Sakurajima flipped a page of the paperback and made a simple sarcastic remark.

Nomiyama looked up and glanced at Mai-senpai sitting next to Yukinoshita.

She was now completely hidden from everyone, so attending class became pointless, since even her desk had been moved away.

In this situation, she stayed by his side all afternoon, pulling up a chair and sitting down to peek at what was written on the note.

With a cold laugh, Nomiyama blurted out, "What? Senpai is very interested in 'serving'?"

"I don't mind. We can do it now if you want to, senior. After all, you can turn invisible, so we don't even need to find a corner where no one will notice us."

The words just slipped out.

Mai Sakurajima moved her chair and backed away.

A hardcover book, slamming into the air with annoyance, slammed into Nomiyama's forehead.

A hand quietly reached towards his waist and twisted it forcefully.

Nomiyama took the book, shook hands, and mumbled, "I was just saying it offhand."

As he spoke, he glanced at the senior student who was smiling and seemingly uninvolved.

I need to talk to my senior about this when I get home tonight.

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.

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.

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.

Senior Sister No. 213, Please Be Reserved (6.2k)

"Senior, do you want to die?"

Nomiyama continued speaking while his wrist continued to move without stopping.

Do do do...

As the kitchen knife continues to contact the cutting board, the ginger chunks are sliced ​​into ginger slices, and finally into thin shreds.

After preparing the ginger, he began to cut green and red bell pepper strips and chopped scallions.

These side dishes are used to garnish the steamed fish. They can be slightly seasoned, but they are mainly just to make the steamed fish look more appealing.

There was no sound from behind, and Nomiyama was not in a hurry. He simply arranged the already chopped side dishes, then picked up a piece of pork belly, sliced ​​it thinly, and prepared to use it to accompany the garlic sprouts later.

As his blade pierced between the red and white flesh, the silent man finally spoke.

How could you say that?

"Because there are still some things my senior hasn't told me, such as why I gained this strange ability." Nomiyama replied verbally, but his hands didn't stop moving. He held the knife, easily cut through the skin of the pork, and then cut the meat fibers, turning it from a whole piece into pieces.

“Mai-senpai, I must warn you, based on the developments of the past few days, when the last person in this world who remembers you also forgets you, you will be completely trapped in a non-existent 'death'.”

Mai Sakurajima leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him continuously make cuts with a knife, a slight smile on her lips: "But junior will remember me, won't he?"

Nomi Yama paused, casually placed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and turned to wash his hands at the sink.

He applied hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands together, saying, "So why is it me making dinner for you? Mai-senpai, you're staying at my place, you should at least do some chores, like preparing dinner or something."