Comics, daily stories

Machida Sonoko, who was watching the play, nodded after hearing the words: "Yes, because I often need to communicate with Shi-chan, she gave me one."

Then she was taken aback. What did "prying open the door" mean?

Before she could think too much, the elevator doors opened, and she stepped out first, heading towards an apartment.

He reached in, took out his keys, and opened the door.

Machida Sonoko gestured for her to enter.

Nomiyama stepped into the apartment, his gaze sweeping across the space.

The living room isn't very big, since it's a single-person household.

He twitched his nose, shifted his gaze toward the bedroom, and shrugged: "Senior didn't eat lunch."

"How did you know?" Machida Sonoko asked, somewhat surprised.

"I can smell that there's no fresh food in this house."

Machida Sonoko believed him. With some anxiety, she went to the bedroom, reached out, and knocked.

"Shi-chan, it's already afternoon, you should at least eat something."

There was no echo from inside the room.

Machida Sonoko wanted to say something more, but was patted on the shoulder.

Nomiyama gestured with his hand, indicating that we should talk further away.

Once the people behind him caught up, Nomiyama opened the refrigerator: "It's alright, Editor. I'll handle things with Senpai. You definitely won't be able to get her to come."

"Hmm, let's keep it a surprise for her."

surprise?

Machida Sonoko was a little taken aback as she watched the boy start taking ingredients out of the refrigerator.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at him, reached out, and pulled Sonoko Machida's hand toward the sofa. She asked, seemingly bewildered, "Editor Machida, does Shizuko Kasumi not have her own illustrator yet?"

Nomiyama paused slightly, poked his head out of the refrigerator, and looked at Eriri, who was pulling the editor away.

Then, he and Sayuri exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Well, it's a good thing that things have changed on Eriri's side.

Grabbing a piece of lean meat and some scallions and ginger, Nomiyama walked into the kitchen.

After smelling the meat to make sure it wasn't spoiled, he began processing it.

In Nomiyama's mind, simple and delicious meals can never be separated from noodles.

Fortunately, the senior student seemed to share some similar views with him. Even though she couldn't find rice at home, she still kept a bag of noodles.

Meat broth noodles are simple, convenient, and have a rich and delicious flavor.

Dodo dodo.

Nomiyama gradually minced the diced meat into minced meat, followed by minced ginger, minced garlic and chopped green onions.

The broth is boiled with minced ginger and garlic, then oil, salt, and soy sauce are added, followed by the noodles.

Once the noodles float to the surface, pick them up, place them in a serving dish, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onions for garnish.

Nomiyama actually wanted to boil two eggs to add flavor to the soup, but it seems like they've run out of eggs in the fridge...

Carrying two large bowls of noodles, Nomiyama walked out of the kitchen.

Machida Sonoko quickly went to greet him and took the two large bowls of piping hot water from his hands.

"Um, wait a minute, let me open the door first."

Nomiyama began to pull a wire from his pocket.

"I haven't eaten it yet."

An unusual sound rang out.

Nomiyama paused in his grasping at the wire, looking at Eriri, whose head was bowed and whose expression was obscured.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. You can eat it every day if you want."

Nomiyama tilted his head: "If you want to."

Sawamura Sayuri's expression grew increasingly strange.

Is this really my daughter? Is she really Eriri?

Nomiyama stopped talking, reached out, inserted the wire into the keyhole of the door, and pulled.

Click.

He reached out, took the large bowl of noodle soup from Machida's hands, walked in facing the gaze of the person in the corner, and closed the door behind him.

His gaze swept across the room.

He laughed mockingly.

......

Kasumigaoka Utaha finds herself becoming somewhat stupid.

She began to have trouble understanding many things.

For example, why did I insist on coming to Tokyo in the first place? What exactly is my dream? And what do I really want behind all these years of hard work?

She couldn't quite figure it out.

Just like when she recently recalled her junior high school days, she found that she couldn't figure out why she jumped off the building back then.

Will the younger student really save me? Does he really have the ability to save me? Will I really not die? If I do die, what will happen to my parents?

With so many problems, why did I jump without hesitation?

What was the junior thinking? On that snowy day, he didn't hesitate at all, just quietly watched me leave as if offering a blessing.

Why not tell yourself, "I don't want you to go to Tokyo"?

Oh, it's because the junior doesn't like me; he already has someone he likes.

Actually, I didn't say I liked the younger student. I just took a shortcut and got a feeling similar to being attracted to someone.

This is so troublesome...

Kasumigaoka Utaha shifted her gaze to the vast, bright sky of Tokyo outside the window.

Tokyo is so big...

At that moment, a sound came from the door.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced in that direction indifferently, then the indifference faded, her eyes widened in a daze, and her bright red pupils gradually dilated.

The boy has matured a bit since a few years ago, but he still has that smug look on his face...

"Hey, isn't this your senior? It's been years, what happened to you?"

228. Thus, Kasumigaoka Utaha

"Hey, isn't this your senior? It's been years, what happened to you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared wide-eyed as he casually sat on the bed as if he were entering his own room, placing two bowls of noodles on the computer desk.

Then he looked at himself as if asking a question.

Would you like noodles?

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She wanted to say she wasn't hungry, and then she wanted to ask why the junior was there, and that the junior's act of breaking into the lady's room was extremely despicable.

She also wanted to say...

haven't seen you for a long time.

But she couldn't say anything; she could only look at him.

The vocal cords are probably stuck.

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought so.

Nomiyama glanced at his senior, who was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that covered most of her plump legs. Her white headband was no longer on her head, and her black hair was disheveled, giving her an obvious air of dejection.

He turned his head and his gaze swept across the entire room.

The wardrobe is on the right side of the bed, and the computer desk is on the left side. There are no stuffed animals. The thin laptop on the desk is closed, while the desktop computer screen is still lit. Several notebooks are casually laid out, covered with dense writing.

And there were no chairs.

The senior student usually writes her manuscript sitting on the bed, and when she gets tired, she lies back.

Hmm, it's been a few years since I last saw you, and you seem to have become much lazier than before.

His gaze fell on the senior sitting against the wall. After glancing at the beer cans scattered around her, Nomiyama turned back and began picking up noodles.

"I'm going to the newspapers tomorrow to expose that the rising star of the industry, the beautiful teacher Xia Shizi, was drunk all night at the age of seventeen."

After saying that, he slurped up the noodles.

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth, and her vocal cords finally began to work, emitting a slightly hoarse hum: "Nobody believes me."

"Click".

Nomiyama took a picture, put away his phone, and said, chewing on his words, "Now they'll believe it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then grabbed an empty can and threw it at him.

Nomiyama turned his head away, then glanced at his senior again.

She was now leaning against the far corner of the room, the curtains were open, but from that spot, the sun wouldn't shine on her all day.

It's like trying to hide, to hide in a place where even the sun can't find you.

But you have the curtains open. If you want to hide, you might as well just close the curtains and let the light out, then retreat into your own little world.

"Judging from your appearance, things haven't been going so well lately, senpai." Nomiyama picked up her bowl of noodles and took a sip of soup.

"Where is it usually?" Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped looking at him and looked up at the ceiling.

Her slightly hoarse voice sounded like she was telling some ordinary little stories: "I transferred from Chiba to Tokyo, entered high school with the top score in my class, and continued to be number one. Everyone said I was a prospective student for Tokyo University."

“When I started writing light novels, I completely overshadowed my peers and became a rising star in the industry. I updated three volumes a year, and every volume sold out and was reprinted. They said I would soon become No.1 in the industry. I had to write until my hands were sore and shaking at every book signing.”

“I bought a new house for my parents in Tokyo, and they are very proud of me.”

"The number of people who like me now could probably fill an entire tram."

"I'm doing very well in my studies, family, and career."

After saying all that, she quietly watched the person eating noodles with their cheeks puffed out.

Struggling to swallow the noodles in his mouth, Nomiyama stirred the soup: "Senior knows I'm not stupid."

"It's more accurate to say that the junior is very smart."

Kasumigaoka Utaha twitched the corners of her mouth: "Let's not talk about me anymore. It's been so long. Junior, tell us about yourself. How have you been these past few years?"

Nomiyama gulped down the soup, put down the bowl, and let out a long sigh: "The person I like has returned to their country, and now we're a couple. We've created a club with the aim of helping classmates solve problems because my girlfriend believes that helping others solve problems can make them stronger and help them get rid of a weak mindset."

He leaned back, supporting himself on the bed with his hands, looking at the warm yellow light outside the window: "My girlfriend believes that the reason why humans have vices such as jealousy, cowardice, and inferiority is because they are weak. She wants to start from small steps to change the weakness of others, and eventually gradually change the world."

"It's not about how difficult the goal is to achieve, but that she has to do it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze lingered on his faint smile, her eyes flickering slightly: "Don Quixote? We must rush toward that windmill monster, because there is no other option in his world."

"I never expected that Yukinoshita would be a Don Quixote-like girl."

Nomiyama looked at his senior and grinned, "Pretty impressive, huh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled slightly: "A bit better than my junior."

“Of course, my girlfriend comes from a prominent family. She’s well-educated, polite, and has ideals.” Nomiyama’s lips curled up slightly as he sat up and began to operate the computer with the mouse.

“I know Yukinoshita-senpai, you two are childhood friends. And the other one, is my classmate and the big star Sakurajima Mai.” Kasumigaoka Utaha mentioned another person.