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Mai Sakurajima, while changing her clothes, wasn't annoyed by what she heard. However, she was somewhat surprised after putting on her clothes and looked down, asking, "Why is it a school swimsuit?"

Nomiyama glanced at her a few times as she came out, then sat down on the beach: "If you buy anything else, you'll accuse me of being lewd again."

Sakurajima Mai scoffed and walked into the sea: "Don't think I don't know, you guys sometimes like school swimsuits, it's pretty perverted."

"Yes, yes." Nomiyama responded twice, threw off his swimming trunks, and lay back on the beach.

The moon was already clearly visible in the sky.

The sound of the water at the beach seemed particularly intense, as if many people were splashing the water to vent their frustration.

Girls venting their emotions is truly terrifying. Nomiyama thought of Mai-senpai, who seemed to be doing normally these past few days, and sighed silently before quietly looking at the moon overhead.

A moment later, a noise came from beside me. The upperclassman in a school swimsuit, wearing a mai uniform, was standing next to me, dripping water.

Nomiyama's gaze shifted slightly, lingering for a moment on her white body, which was covered in water stains, before looking away.

Mai Sakurajima followed his example and lay down.

"You'll get covered in sand like that," Nomiyama kindly reminded him.

"I'll just wash it again later," Mai Sakurajima said, looking up at the sky with an indifferent tone.

The two remained silent, simply gazing at the night sky, which appeared identical to any other in their field of vision.

"Junior."

"Ah."

Will I disappear?

"will not."

"Because my junior will always remember me."

"Correct."

"I feel a little relieved, but mostly scared. I always feel like I'm being targeted by obsessive fans."

Nomiyama stood up, patted the sand off his bottom, and said, "Goodbye."

Mai Sakurajima stood up with a smile: "No, at least let me wash up first."

So Nomiyama watched as the beautiful, fair-skinned girl opened her arms and ran towards the beach, watching her frolic in the tide, washing the sand off her body, and then smiling as she walked towards him.

Well, the senior students are quite large, and for school swimsuits, they are indeed not as good as adult swimsuits. If I have the chance next time, I won't buy one.

Lowering his eyes, Nomiyama confirmed a certain idea.

Sakurajima Mai suppressed her shyness and walked towards him slowly, unconsciously using the catwalk skills she had learned in her acting career.

Mai Sakurajima raised her lips as he lowered his head.

Therefore, it's not that I'm completely without charm, nor is it that he's truly devoid of any feelings.

......

The thick, dark clouds seemed to press down on people, making it hard to breathe.

Lightning flashed intermittently through the clouds, bringing flashes of light to the classroom, and deafening roars echoed as rain pounded against the earth.

The sky went mad, raining down as if it would drown the world, a violent and frenzied downpour.

This is what summer is like.

Nomiyama glanced outside, reached out, and turned another page of the comic book.

"Noriyama, it's time to go."

Yukino Yukinoshita closed the paperback and looked at the quiet person.

Nomiyama looked up at her, then glanced out the window, and shook his head slightly: "No need, you can go first. I'm healthy, I'll be fine."

After saying that, he glanced at his side and said, "I need to trouble you to help me with this. In this kind of weather, it's always a hassle to pick someone up and drop them off. I just declined Uncle Kato's offer to pick me up."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him quietly for a while, then nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, she got up and immediately went outside: "Wild mushrooms, get rid of them quickly."

"Mm," Nomiyama replied.

Then he reached out and squeezed Hui's hand, whispering, "Go ahead, I'll be fine."

Kato Megumi lowered her eyes, pinched his hand on the tiger's mouth, and stood up: "Kazehaya, don't forget you're coming to my house this weekend. I don't want you to bring a stranger."

"Yes, I understand," Nomiyama replied as usual.

Finally, it was Eriri's turn to come over.

Nomiyama reached out and handed over the comic book he was holding.

"This is the latest issue of Jump, so thank me properly." Nomiyama spoke with great confidence.

"Pah! I already bought it!" Eriri Sawamura said, but still took the manga.

After ignoring him, she turned back and whispered, "Are you sure you don't need help? It's raining so hard outside."

"No need, go ahead. With my health, it's hard for me to get sick even if I wanted to." Nomiyama said indifferently.

"What a joke, she's a weakling who gets poisoned and hospitalized for no reason." Eriri Sawamura muttered as she walked outside to wait for Yukino.

Nomiyama waited until they all left before getting up and walking towards a certain spot on campus.

Walking in such a storm, using an umbrella is actually useless, so Yukinoshita and Eriri easily decided to have their family driver pick them up, and if they could, also give him or Megumi a ride.

As for why he didn't leave.

Mai-senpai didn't leave.

During class, she saw the wind, rain, and thunder outside the window and got up to leave the classroom.

Nomiyama didn't stop her, because she was just an ordinary person and couldn't go far, and also because she was showing some emotional fluctuations.

Walking towards where my senior was, I descended one staircase after another, turned the final bend, and then stopped.

The person was just a few meters away, squatting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. However, the wind and rain were too strong, and her black hair was already soaked by the rain, sticking to her cheeks.

Seemingly sensing someone approaching, she raised her head, her eyes glistening with raindrops.

"Junior, can you come with me to meet someone tomorrow?"

Nomiyama looked at the little dog that seemed unwanted and was getting wet in the rain, opened his umbrella and walked over.

"Okay."

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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.

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Perhaps I should say something.

Nomiyama looked down at her, thought for a moment, and then said nothing.

He simply squatted down beside her and held the umbrella in front of them.

Mai-senpai probably needs some comforting right now.

But Nomiyama didn't quite know what to say at the moment. He had few friends, and when those few were angry or sad, he could simply comfort them because he understood them well enough.

I know too little about the senior student, and in some situations, she doesn't necessarily need comforting.

Nomiyama just squatted quietly, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the ground and the chatter of his classmates.

He thought for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

According to what the students saw, they received a message from their family that they had come to pick them up, so they opened their umbrellas and prepared to walk through the last corridor to the pick-up area, only to find someone squatting by the wall not far in front of them.

The person was holding an umbrella and huddled behind it, but not completely covered, so part of their body was being exposed to the wind and rain. They looked somewhat disheveled, but more than that, terrifying.

Are you holding up an umbrella to shield the female ghost from the rain?

"Junior, what's wrong?"

Hearing his laughter, Mai Sakurajima turned her head and blinked her big eyes.

Nomiyama looked at her, a smile still in his eyes: "I was just wondering if my classmates would be scared if they saw me squatting here."

Mai Sakurajima glanced at the gaze that was cautiously cast from not far away. First, she looked at the umbrella that was shielding her from the rain, then at his rather wet body, and finally at his happy eyes. Her eyes lifted slightly.

"Junior, your sense of humor is really weird."

"Well, it's not important, it's not important." Nomiyama said cheerfully.

"Junior, let's go to the classroom and wait here. It looks like the rain won't stop for a while." Mai Sakurajima stretched out her hand and stood up.

“Okay, but let’s not go back to the classroom yet.” Nomiyama raised his umbrella and walked beside her. “Let’s go to the changing room first and change into some dry gym clothes.”

“But the teachers who manage the changing rooms should have already left, and we don’t have the keys.” Mai Sakurajima felt uncomfortable as her clothes became soaked and clung to her skin.

"I know how to break down doors," Nomiyama said casually.

"So it's a professional skill for having an affair," Mai Sakurajima mused.

"Call me a skill master." Nomiyama retorted. He had only pried open Miyami's door a few times; he had only gotten in by knocking on the doors of others. Besides, how could seeing his girlfriend be considered stealing?

Mai Sakurajima's gaze swept over the classmates who had quietly moved a few steps away from him, and she lowered her eyes.

She lowered her voice: "I thought that when my junior saw that my clothes were wet, he would instinctively let the scenery last a little longer."

Nomiyama turned his head to look, and because the school uniform was soaked with rainwater, it was clinging to his body, revealing some marks of his undergarments.

First, the senior is very big; second, the senior is very curvy; third, the senior is very beautiful, mature and pretty; finally, the senior is now slightly disheveled and slightly sad, and a pitiful aura is constantly emanating from her.

So Nomiyama looked away and stopped looking: "Senior, I have four girlfriends, and they are very beautiful. I would not risk my health just to look at them a few more times. Also, senior, if I really wanted to do something to you, you would not be able to resist me at all while I was out of sight."

Mai Sakurajima glanced at her junior.

Looking away means you're afraid to look any longer; having four girlfriends means you're insatiable; not doing anything to me means you prefer a more normal relationship.

A series of conclusions flashed through her mind, but she said nothing. She simply stood at the door of the girls' changing room and said, "Alright, junior, it's time for you to show off your talents."

Nomiyama glanced at his senior, said nothing, and silently took out a wire to open the door.

I had a feeling that Mai-senpai was thinking something rather strange just now.

Opening the door, Nomiyama looked away, turned around, waved, and walked towards the boy: "See you later."

"See you later." Mai Sakurajima stood still, quietly watching him walk away.

The junior doesn't care what others think of him, probably because he's always been like that. And he's surprisingly sensitive. Just now, he could have pulled me into the classroom to avoid the rain, and he could have comforted me, but he didn't do anything. He just squatted there with me.

Yes, just give her some time and a little companionship, she can recover on her own.

......

"By the way, senior, isn't that Chiba's 'Nighttime Street Interview'?"

Nomiyama was wearing a long-sleeved tracksuit and holding a skewer of grilled meat. Beside him, Sakurajima Mai was also wearing a clean tracksuit, but she was holding candied apples.

Shifting her gaze, Mai Sakurajima looked at a few people walking down the street carrying a camera, and nodded to confirm: "Yes, it's 'Nighttime Street Interviews'."

At this point, she became somewhat interested and turned to look at him: "Junior, do you usually pay attention to these kinds of street interview programs?"

Nomiyama bit off two pieces of meat, chewed, and walked over there: "Didn't Mai-senpai appear on this show before? I remember it was when your first drama became a hit, when you were thirteen?"

Mai Sakurajima recalled that she was indeed thirteen years old when the program team invited her to participate in a street interview. Since it was a program from her hometown and it happened to be her birthday, she took it upon herself to tell her mother.

Therefore, this person remembered their birthday.

Taking a step forward, Mai Sakurajima looked at the junior walking ahead and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Let's see if they'll pick me as a random audience member. I remember this show is broadcast live and then the participants are randomly selected?"

"Ah."

"That's great! I'm good-looking, so I have a high chance of being chosen."

Mai Sakurajima sighed, "Junior's narcissistic delusions need to be addressed."

“I think what needs to be treated is Mai-senpai’s eyes.” Nomiyama took a few more steps forward, his gaze meeting that of the host, and then he smiled faintly, quietly and gently.