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Dinner for five people is indeed a lot, but if four of them are girls, then it's not so bad.

That's not right either. If the only boy is a big eater, then it seems to bring the average back up.

Nomiyama was chopping vegetables, thinking about what to say at the dinner table later.

He glanced at the ingredients and removed the chili peppers.

Actually, most of his girlfriends prefer milder flavors. Although Yukinoshita and Megumi can eat spicy food, they mostly just cater to him.

Since this meal was made for them, it's a bit unnecessary to cater to my own taste.

He chopped the side dishes methodically.

Nomiyama kept moving his hands, when he suddenly thought of his binge eating the night before.

After I get married, if I'm too lazy to cook...

Hmm... I have five girlfriends, and they can all cook. I can't expect all five of them to be cooking in the kitchen, thinking that as long as I can eat it, it's fine, right?

In the living room, Eriri Sawamura leaned against Yukino Yukinoshita, whispering something to each other.

Kato Megumi pressed the TV remote control, seemingly lost in thought.

Mai Sakurajima was popping potato chips into her mouth one by one, her eyes occasionally drifting towards the kitchen.

Kazehaya, is he planning to do something to Eriri?

Mai Sakurajima shifted her gaze to Eriri, who was grinning foolishly, and then bit into a potato chip.

His favoritism towards Eriri seems a bit too obvious.

......

Eating, washing dishes, making milk tea.

then.

Stay quietly in the living room.

Nomiyama realized something: as long as he went to his room and stayed there, they would come over one by one.

It's not that they're unwelcome, it's just that one after another is pushing the limits of this adolescent body. And since several of them are home, they can't do anything outrageous.

So naturally, one person stayed in the living room, and the other four people also stayed in the living room.

Kato Megumi took a sip of her milk tea, glanced at the still-operating air conditioner, then at Eriri, who was holding her milk tea and clearly thinking about something happy, and said in a strange tone, "Summer vacation is almost here."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said, "Yes, it's summer vacation."

Mai Sakurajima pondered for a moment, glancing at them with a slight puzzlement: "What's wrong with summer vacation?"

Nomiyama gulped down his milk tea and casually replied, "Nothing much."

Eriri Sawamura held the milk tea, trying to hide her expression by looking down.

She grinned, a satisfied smile on her face.

During summer vacation, I can confess my feelings to him privately.

Everything about the Sawamura family, number 223

Mai-senpai has already started preparing for her comeback. Thanks to that radio confession, Nomiyama has become a notorious red name. Specifically, within just a few days of the incident, his shoe cabinet received more than a dozen letters.

Nomiyama glanced at the letter, then turned around and pried open the door to the monitoring room. After class, he went to each of those students' classrooms to conduct fist-to-body collision experiments.

He always knew how to use his strength; he could make his opponent writhe on the ground in pain for a while, but without causing any serious harm.

Hiratsuka Shizuka appeared when he punched the third person, but she just stared intently at Nomiyama's fist, as if trying to remember something.

Nomiyama let go of the student in his hand and walked to the next classroom while quietly teaching her techniques.

So the teacher and student, one opened their eyes wide to learn, while the other lifted the student to demonstrate how to exert force.

Finally, when the teacher and student reached the tenth class, the principal arrived, panting with his shiny bald head. He leaned against the wall and said, "Junior sister, and Nomiyama-kun, that's enough. If you keep fighting like this, it'll be reported as school violence."

Nomiyama glanced at the principal's head, which had been bald ever since he and Yukinoshita had knocked off his wig that day, and blinked twice.

He quietly reached out and nudged Hiratsuka Shizuka beside him; the principal was her grandfather's student.

Hiratsuka Shizuka grinned broadly and grabbed her senior brother's arm, saying, "Let's go, senior brother. Don't worry, Nomiyama knows what he's doing."

Ken Takahashi tried to steady himself, but was still dragged along by a strange force. He tried to resist, but to no avail.

Then, he sighed and began to walk leisurely.

Anyway, I've tried my best, and now I'm in the stage where my efforts seem futile, so I'll just accept it.

After taking a few steps, he looked at his junior sister who was still trying to pull him away and whispered, "Junior sister, teacher-student relationships are not good. Teachers will be angry."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes widened: "What are you saying, senior brother?"

"Grandpa's already gone to heaven, why are you angry?"

......

summer vacation.

Mai-senpai had already left, so Yukinoshita and Megumi left after her.

Nomiyama finally ended his days of binge eating and began to enjoy his leisure time.

He lay on the sofa, listlessly thinking about something.

Summer vacation is really long, so I should find something to do.

If you go to the beach.

Nomiyama imagined what his girlfriends would look like in swimsuits, and felt his face flush, but he shook his head to shake off those thoughts.

My swimsuit project will probably be put on hold for a while. As things stand, if my girlfriend asks me who looks the best, I'll just shut up on the spot.

However, the diving shop where Natsume-sensei works is also by the sea. It's been many years since I've seen him. If I have the chance, I should go see him with Yukino.

The last time I chatted with my teacher, he told me that he had broken up with that virtuous older sister, but he wouldn't say why.

The reasons are probably quite complicated, so it's best to talk about it in person and help him calm down.

Where else can I kill some time?

Summer shopping and dating?

It's so hot, I don't want to move.

However, I still want to go to the fireworks festival. In the past, Miyami or Megumi would accompany me. This year, it will probably be a bit crowded.

He'll probably get a beating, or rather, he'll get flirted with by his girlfriend.

Now, in this moment.

Nomiyama slumped on the sofa, looking weak and listless: "Miyayu, prepare two sets of clothes for me. I'm going away for two days."

Yukinoshita Miyabi stopped pressing his temples, looked at him with a lazy, listless air about him, and said softly, "Okay."

She got up and walked towards the dressing room.

This place is decorated in comparison to the Nomiyama House across the street. Except for being smaller, in some ways, it has everything that's available there.

This certainly includes all of someone's everyday clothes, and even Yukinoshita Miyabi always wears his oversized short-sleeved shirt.

Nomiyama flipped over, turning from lying on his back to lying face down. He glanced at the incandescent light outside the window and sighed silently in his heart.

He didn't want to go out; if he hadn't promised Eriri, he definitely wouldn't have wanted to go out in this weather.

He scrambled up on the sofa a couple of times, then sat up and stretched.

Exhale and stand up.

Okay, today is another day full of energy.

Yukinoshita Miyabi, carrying a paper bag of clothes, looked at him as he suddenly stood on the sofa with his hands on his hips, and her lips curled up in a smile.

She reached out and placed the paper bag on the coffee table, her arms outstretched.

Nomiyama glanced down at her twice, jumped off the sofa, then picked her up and rolled back onto the sofa.

He held him in his arms and gave him two quick kisses on the cheek.

"When you come back, remember to prepare a big meal for me."

"Okay." Yukinoshita Miyabi snuggled into his arms, then thought of his lips and felt a little restless.

"We'll kiss again when we get back." Nomiyama pinched her cheek, let go, and turned over to stand up.

"The farewell thing, that..." Yukinoshita Miyami stood up from the sofa to look at him, her face slightly flushed, and stammered softly, "That..."

Nomiyama turned around, looked at her standing on the sofa, a little taller than him, took a step forward, reached out and pulled her head down, leaning close to her.

A light touch, a deep kiss, and finally a gentle bite on the lips.

He reached out and patted her bottom twice, then turned around with a grin, picked up the paper bag, and walked towards the entrance: "Alright, wait for me to come back."

Yukinoshita Miyabi gently bit the spot he had bitten, then rubbed the spot he had patted, her eyes filled with a mournful look.

I'm getting more and more into the teasing, but I won't give it to them even when they want it.

That's what she thought, but she still jumped off the sofa and followed him immediately: "If we're going to Tokyo, do you need my help? I can ask my family to book hotels and restaurants for us."

"No need." Nomiyama put on his shoes, opened the door, and the heat wave instantly whipped his hair.

He sighed and walked outside.

"Eri's family is quite wealthy, so there's no need to worry about these things."

......

Biting into an ice pop, Nomiyama looked at the villa in front of him and rang the doorbell.

Amidst the scorching and distorted air, he watched as the automatic door in front of him opened.

As he walked toward the villa, Nomiyama bit into an ice pop and chewed on it.

Actually, he's not afraid of the heat. His body basically lives in the warmth of spring every day. But summer is summer. He stays in an air-conditioned room, blowing the cold wind, and then inadvertently turns his head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window, and then looks at the air distorted by the high temperature. Suddenly, he feels that it's very hot outside.

Therefore, heat, in a sense, is also a feeling that arises from the psychological level.

As we approached the villa, the door opened naturally.

Nomiyama stepped inside, closed the door, and looked at Sayuri, who had opened it for him: "Where's Eriri?"

"I'm thinking about which clothes to wear while I'm up there." Sayuri Sawamura glanced at the paper bag and convenience bag in his hand and reached out her hand.

Nomiyama knew, of course, that the other person didn't want his clothes; he simply took an ice pop from the plastic bag and handed it over.

"Oh? Watermelon flavor? That's quite sophisticated." Sayuri Sawamura took the popsicle and walked towards the sofa. "It's just this kind of old-fashioned popsicle. Where did you find it? Aren't they all cream puddings and chocolates these days?"

“Those little convenience stores on the street, the kind that are individually owned and run.” Nomiyama followed her and then sat down next to her.

He reached out and placed all the paper bags and convenience bags on the coffee table: "Those old-fashioned shops may not have any new products, but because they have always maintained the same old business model, suppliers will provide them with these outdated goods every year. Some nostalgic people love to patronize these old shops."

He took a bite of the last piece of ice, glanced at the writing on the wooden skewer, and said, "Oh, I won. One more."

He pulled out a tissue, wrapped the wooden skewer, threw it on the coffee table, and took out another popsicle from the convenience bag to start eating.

“Outdated products, indeed, these are things I ate when I was a child.” Sayuri Sawamura lightly licked the popsicle, glanced at the red color that was obviously dyed with artificial flavoring and coloring, and felt a little sentimental.

Nomiyama glanced at her, biting into his popsicle, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Sayuri, you're still young."

The two fell silent after that sentence.

Of course, it's not that I didn't hear it, and of course, it's not that I didn't say it.

It was precisely because they spoke out and heard that the two fell silent.

Nomiyama quietly bit into a piece of popsicle, his face twitching. Why did he say such a thing?

Sawamura Sayuri felt her face flush as she thought about all the things that had happened when the two of them were alone. She also took a bite out of her popsicle in an attempt to cool down.

The atmosphere remained eerily quiet until, at some point, the person who had won the prize again spoke up and asked a question.