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Mai-senpai: [Continue]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Why are you wearing white stockings today? But white stockings really suit Mai-senpai.]

Mai-senpai: [As expected, Kazehaya is a pervert; he always wants me to step on him.]

Mai-senpai: [Don't worry, I'll come back to check you out after this shoot is over.]

No, it's not.

Nomiyama's lips twitched. I praised you so much, why did you only see the last sentence, and why was your first thought that I wanted to be stepped on by white stockings?

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Mai-senpai, please tone down your sadistic tendencies towards me, okay?]

Mai-senpai: [It's because Kazehaya likes it, otherwise, why didn't you resist?]

Nomiyama silently scrolled to the next message.

Second, Miss Second, Second Place: [How's Tokyo?]

Nomiyama got up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

The hotel booked by the Sawamura family was certainly not bad, both in terms of location and standard.

He's on the 20th floor now. Although he can't look down over the whole of Tokyo, most of what he sees is already an overview.

The neon lights were dazzling, and the endless stream of cars on the streets resembled a constantly flowing river.

Looking further and further, the world remains brightly lit, so bright that the night sky is not illuminated by the moon, but by the city itself.

He lowered his head and replied: "Tokyo is so big, it seems like this city never sleeps."

Are you scared?

Nomiyama smiled: "No, I was thinking that it's a bit of a shame that my first trip to Chiba wasn't with you."

After a moment of silence, the message finally came from the other side.

Second, Miss, second place: [It's a bit of a pity, but it's okay, we can go together next time.]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [If I had to choose between Tokyo and London, I'd prefer to go to London instead; you should know that place better.]

Second, Miss Second: [There's nothing good about London. There's no real Sherlock Holmes, and no real Hogwarts. The Harry Potter who survived is just a fictional character in the books.]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [But that's where you spent three years. I want to know what kind of world you saw during those three years, and I also want to know if the sound of bagpipes every afternoon was as melodious as you described.]

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the messages on her phone, a slight smile playing on her lips.

It's not that I particularly like the sound of bagpipes, but I thought he probably hadn't heard it much, so I always thought he would be very happy if he heard it.

Moreover, the time when the bagpipes sounded always coincided with the time his letter arrived.

Holding her phone, Yukino Yukinoshita turned away from her sister's harassment and replied: [Let's go to London together after high school graduation]

Yukinoshita Haruno's hand grasped at empty air, and she narrowed her eyes, sensing something was amiss.

No wonder you didn't reply to my messages, you're just trying to cheat on me, aren't you?

Crawling on the sofa, she held her sister tightly with both hands, a half-smile on her face: "Chatting privately with your brother-in-law?"

Yukino Yukinoshita blushed slightly, and pushed her away in embarrassment and annoyance: "Sister, don't be silly. I'm not married to Nomiyama-kun yet."

The next second, a message notification sounded.

The two sisters looked at the phone screen at the same time.

The selfish, despicable, and shameless pathogen of Nomiyama: [Let's get married after high school graduation.]

Yukino Yukinoshita blushed and quickly turned off her phone screen.

Should we get married right after graduating from high school...?

Yukinoshita seemed lost in thought. Was she getting married after graduating from high school?

Hehe, I want to join too.

On the other end of the message, Nomiyama turned off his phone screen, took one last look at Tokyo, drew the curtains, and went back to bed.

He glanced at the still silent door, thought for a moment, then turned off the light, lay down, and pulled the blanket over himself.

Looks like he's not coming today.

In a room not far away, Sayuri Sawamura was scolding the person curled up on the bed in a bad mood.

"He's right there, in the dead of night, a lone man and a lone woman, aren't you going?"

Eriri Sawamura blushed slightly and whispered, "Tomorrow, tomorrow is fine too. I just cried today, and my eyes are all swollen. I don't look good."

Sawamura Sayuri was even angrier: "Isn't this even better? Haven't you heard of 'I'm pitiful'?"

"No."

"..."

"Ah! Never mind, time to sleep!"

Sayuri Sawamura turned and walked out of the room.

......

To be honest, selling notebooks is actually a fairly simple thing.

Of course, to avoid any problems for Eriri, Nomiyama switched jobs with her.

Eriri came to deliver the notebook, which he then handed to the guest.

This seems to be a case of the guest overshadowing the host, but fortunately Eriri herself doesn't mind and is quite happy. It's also good that her fans don't pay much attention to this detail, since Eriri is right there, just no longer the one selling.

Of course, it's not like nothing ever happens.

The male readers were mostly quiet when they saw him, but one female reader was a bit strange. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she said, "I see. No wonder I feel so connected to Kashiwagi Eri's doujinshi. The male lead really fits my aesthetic."

He couldn't help but look at her blonde twin tails and her size, which was at least four times larger than Eriri's.

But he couldn't laugh, so his whole expression became distorted because he couldn't let it out.

Seeing his expression, Eriri Sawamura quickly pulled him away, handed him the notebook, and smiled, "Thank you for liking it."

The blonde twin-tailed reader smiled as well: "I should be thanking Ms. Kashiwagi Eri. If it weren't for her doujinshi, I probably wouldn't have had such a happy time."

After saying that, she glanced at the male lead and winked: "My male lead."

Wink!

Nomiyama, his expression contorted, pulled away Eriri, whose expression was also contorted.

He took a deep breath, calmed his expression, and began his daily smile.

But the corners of his mouth kept twitching, which didn't really look like a normal smile.

"We will definitely continue to work hard to create something that will satisfy you."

"Okay."

The blonde girl with twin ponytails spoke in a sweet, gentle voice. She bowed slightly to express her gratitude, then turned around.

Just before turning around, she blinked again.

Wink!

Nomiyama grabbed Eriri's arm, his voice trembling, "Stop fooling around."

Eriri Sawamura looked conflicted, trying to break free from his grasp: "What does that person mean? What do you mean by 'her male lead'? What do you mean by 'she's easy to identify with'?"

Nomiyama looked at the reader who was still watching him from a distance, then at her blonde twin tails, and looked down at Eriri: "It's okay, it's okay, her blonde hair is dyed, it's fake."

"No! She has to explain clearly what she means by 'her male lead'?"

Nomiyama had no choice but to rephrase: "It's alright, it's alright. It's the readers' business to let them fantasize. As long as we know who the male and female protagonists are, that's fine."

Do we just need to know who the male and female leads are?

Eriri Sawamura carefully considered the sentence, then her face turned red, steam rose from her head, and she relaxed.

System crash.

Nomiyama glanced at Eriri, who was squatting down, then turned to look at the person sitting in the chair flipping through a notebook, doing nothing. He sighed and said, "At least help me out."

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at him, then at Eriri, who had been driven crazy by his antics again, sighed, and stood up: "Knowing that Eriri can't handle it, you still have to ask. Are you bored?"

Nomiyama looked at the next customer who was about to walk by, without the slightest embarrassment: "Isn't this to calm her down?"

Sawamura Sayuri took a notebook and handed it to him, saying, "Why did Eriri have to fall for a bastard like you?"

Nomiyama handed the notebook to the guest and looked down at Eriri, who was still malfunctioning.

His eyes rippled slightly.

"It's fate, isn't it? When I caught Eriri with my fishing hook, her fate was sealed."

"Oh? Then why don't you confess your feelings?"

"I'm waiting for her. I have to give Yukinoshita a reason to forgive me, or I'll really be torn to pieces."

Nomiyama looked at the blonde twin-tailed girl who was squatting on the ground and swaying for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Sayuri.

I've tried my best.

Sawamura Sayuri stared wide-eyed.

Try harder.

......

The notebook sales continued for a day, and Nomiyama was forced to maintain a smile all day.

He didn't have any objections to this, after all, the two people next to him were the real capitalists, and they didn't show any difference from capitalists.

The stall selling notebooks was located near the edge, and the sales staff did everything themselves.

If it's about making money, that's a stretch; these two come from families with plenty of money.

In terms of circumstances, it's probably just that Eriri likes this industry and likes drawing, so Sayuri is trying her best to provide her with an environment.

After all, Eriri was practically bubbling with joy when she was counting the money that afternoon.

Wait, that's not right. I'm the main worker this afternoon, so I need to find a chance to extort my earnings back from Eriri.

Thinking about this, Nomiyama sat on the bed wearing a bathrobe.

I quietly watched the door, waiting for it to be knocked on.

"Boom boom boom!"

Oh, here it comes.

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 225th kiss, a confession made with a jumpy face.

Nomiyama has been waiting for something to happen on Eriri's side.

Yukino remained silent, perhaps because she hadn't figured out how to handle the situation, or perhaps she was waiting.

The relationship between the three is not complicated at all; in fact, it's far too simple.

However, emotions are not something that can be measured by simplicity or complexity. The way to measure them is often by the volume and weight they occupy in a person's heart.

Some people occupy too much space and carry too much weight in another person's heart, so that person cannot accept the feeling of loss, does not want to lose a large part of their heart, and becomes unsure how to fill the void.

The sound of the door being pushed open rang out, and Nomiyama looked towards the doorway.

Then a slight surprise.

"I thought it would be Eriri."

"I tried to persuade her for ages, but she just lay in bed clutching her notebook and money and wouldn't budge." Sayuri Sawamura closed the door, somewhat annoyed. "I don't know where she learned to be so stubborn."

“It’s a talent, Eriri has had the talent of constantly thinking things through since she was little.” Nomiyama wasn’t surprised. “It’s just that she didn’t have many thoughts and didn’t think much about things before. As she grew older, she had more and more thoughts, so she became less and less able to act on them.”

"Don't make indecisiveness sound so nice." Sayuri Sawamura grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at her.

Nomiyama reached out and took it, shrugging.