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Continue to raise the rod.

[Immortal Binding Rope: A rope snatched from an immortal. It cannot bind a resisting Paloo, but it can be used to support a successful capture. It is a must-have for a happy life after a successful capture.]

After thinking for a while, Yukinoshita Yukino put the rope into the bag and turned around.

She carried two emerald green fishing rods, put away her indoor shoes, put on her backpack, and walked towards Nomiyama's house.

Although I still want to stock up on some more palu balls and special supplies, it’s almost time to go home, so it’s better to put away the fishing rods for now.

When she arrived at the other person's house, she reached into her pocket and took out the key.

Insert it, twist it, and the door will open.

The key was requested by Eriri, and they each got one. They said that if they were playing nearby and it rained, they could come here to take shelter from the rain.

The reason was strange, but the other two were too lazy to say anything. After all, Eriri was a little stupid, so it was normal for her to do something unexpected.

After placing his fishing rod at the entrance, Yukinoshita Yukino thought for a moment and then placed her own fishing rod there.

For some reason, she didn't want to take the fishing rod home.

The extended car at home can barely fit a fishing rod through the trunk, but I just don’t want to take it back home. I feel like something bad might happen if I do.

She took off her backpack sideways, rummaged through it, and took out a pen and paper.

After writing a line of words, she placed the paper at the entrance, turned around and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she hesitated and walked towards the kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove, she frowned slightly.

It’s indeed too high. In this case, he should buy fried noodles and bread tomorrow.

Thinking about it, Yukinoshita Yukino walked out of a house, dialed the phone, told the driver her location, and then stood quietly by the road.

She was thinking about something.

His fishing rod always caught some weird and dangerous things, while his own fishing rod always caught things with obvious intentions, such as palu balls, knockout drugs and binding ropes.

He was constantly weakening him, and the weaker he was, the stronger the effect of the items became.

Even the items he caught were clearly labeled with instructions for use, as if they were specially prepared for him.

So the problem was not the Sanzu River, but his fishing rod.

Thinking of this, Yukinoshita Yukino's expression became strange.

Who on earth made these two strange fishing rods? Why do they both seem to be designed to do something to him?

Who was this so-called "someone"? The maker of the fishing rod? The previous owner? Had they encountered a strange individual resembling Nomi-san and wanted to capture that person in the palu ball?

Looking up, she looked at the distant sky that seemed to be on fire, interrupted her association with the fishing rod, and thought about her friend again.

Eriri, what are you thinking? I'm ready to stay by your side until you grow up, so why are you leaving? In this case, the fishing rod will have to belong to me.

In the evening sea breeze, the girl's beautiful hair was gently blown, and her mumbling voice floated in the air and dissipated.

"Eri, according to the rules of the games you play, this should be considered as you getting top-tier equipment."

"When you left, his fishing rod brought me everything..."

Chapter 27 A fulfilling campus life requires a lunch box

Under the starlight, Nomiya was pale and walked quietly towards his home.

Just now, when he was receiving an IV drip in the hospital, he recalled some scenes. It seemed that in the past, there was always someone next to him, throwing the palu ball at him. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, and didn't know what the meaning of this was.

In short, the palu ball seemed to be something he should know about. Next time he caught one, it would be better to take it and study it carefully.

He took out his key, opened the door, and changed his shoes.

He turned his gaze and frowned at the two fishing rods leaning against the side.

My fishing rod has self-reproduced?

After taking a look, he noticed some differences. For example, the one on the right was clearly not his. It had a familiar, yet strangely off-putting smell to it, completely unlike the pleasant feeling of his own fishing rod...

No, it seems that my fishing rod is not very pleasant either, and it seems to be at odds with me.

Thinking of this, Nomiyama's eyes moved. He remembered that when he first started fishing, he would have the urge to straighten the hook when he saw it. Could it be that his hook was supposed to be straight? Why did it look weird now that it was bent?

Following his heart, he reached out and grabbed the hook.

Before I could make any effort, I saw the note on the shoe cabinet. The handwriting on it looked very familiar and so neat that there was nothing wrong with it, except for the tone.

[The fishing rod is mine. If you dare to break or lose it, I will call the police.]

What nonsense are you talking about? How much can a broken bamboo pole be worth? The police don’t even bother to care.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously let go of the fishing hook and walked towards the bedroom with his still dizzy head.

I'd better go to sleep quickly, because what I caught this time was quite strong.

......

Chiba Central Elementary School, lunch break.

Nomiyama walked towards the store holding the banknotes. When he stood outside the crowded crowd, the crowd quieted down.

After a while, a passable road appeared, leading directly to the fried noodles and bread.

With a serious expression, Nomiyama nodded and expressed his respect to the kind-hearted students: "Thank you for your hard work, classmates."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Nomiyama-san is the one who is hardworking. You have worked hard in class this morning."

"It would be my honor to make room for Nomiyama-san."

"Nomiyama-san, please buy some quickly. You must be hungry, right?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry." Nomiyama admitted, then he walked across the aisle, put the banknotes on the cash register, and took the fried noodles bread.

After walking out of the crowd, he turned around and expressed his gratitude to the friendly and kind classmates: "Thank you, and I wish you all a pleasant meal."

On the rooftop, Yukinoshita Yukino looked down at the campus bully's bad behavior, sneered, then reached out and took out a palu ball.

Looking down, estimating the weight, distance and time required, he was about to step onto the floor when the palu ball fell straight down.

She predicted accurately and the palu ball hit the opponent's head precisely.

Then it bounced away.

Without any extra expression, Yukinoshita Yukino turned around, sat down, and began to open the bento.

Anyway, now that I have the fishing rod, I will never be short of balls. Now I can hit it a few times every day to try my luck.

What if I succeed someday? I just don't know what 'get' means... Anyway, let's get it first.

Pushing open the door to the rooftop, Nomiya walked straight towards her while biting a piece of bread.

He sat down across from her, chewing, "Looks like Ying Lili won't be coming today."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded: "I was going to look for her just now, but she ran away when she saw me approaching."

"That idiot is probably still struggling with it." Shaking his head, Nomiyama tried hard to swallow the somewhat dry bread.

A white thermos cup appeared before my eyes, with two cat ears painted on the surface.

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at her who was reaching out her hand.

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't look at him, but said in a cold voice: "Stay away from my cup when you drink."

That's really not cute.

He unscrewed the lid of the cup, raised the cup from a distance, and poured water into his mouth in mid-air.

After swallowing two mouthfuls, he felt his throat become softer and more comfortable, exhaled, covered the cup and handed it back to her.

"Thank you."

Then, continue to eat bread.

Yukinoshita Yukino took the cup of water, put it aside, and then handed over something else.

After swallowing all the bread, Nomiya tilted his head and looked at the lunch box and chopsticks she handed over.

Look up and look her in the eyes.

"You're not full." Yukinoshita Yukino's expression was calm.

"Oh, thank you." Nomiyama took it.

When I opened the bento box, there were a few strips of tempura, a few slices of tomato and cucumber, and the main dish was grilled pork ribs.

It looks colorful and nutritionally balanced.

Pick up the ribs, bite off the piece of meat, and chew.

"How does it taste?" Yukinoshita Yukino tightened her fingers, but appeared calm on the surface.

"Well, there are some problems with the heat control, but the seasoning is just right, it's pretty good." Nomiya was very frank.

He added, "First time doing this?"

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him, lowered her head and said nothing, quietly processing her lunch box.

The rooftop was quiet for a while until some vague and unclear sound was heard.

Nomi-san stuffed his mouth with food: "Actually, it's really good. I quite like the taste."

Yukinoshita Yukino swallowed her food and looked at him with an expressionless face.

It's really hard to deal with.

Nomiyama turned his back slightly to her and chewed his food with big mouthfuls. He really thought it was delicious and he was not lying.

The moment he turned sideways, Yukinoshita Yukino looked down at her lunch box, took a few deep breaths, and calmed her accelerated heartbeat and excited mood.

Then, she looked up at him, instinctively took out the pallu and threw it at the back of his head.

......

"Why do you want me to carry your fishing rod?"

Nomiya rested his left hand on the two fishing rods and walked at a steady pace.

Yukinoshita Yukino followed him a little behind, took out her palu ball and threw it. After it bounced off, she wasn't disappointed, but just explained to him: "After all, I'm a girl. It's a bit unladylike to carry something like this around the school or outdoors."

"You girls are really troublesome." Nomiya shook his head.

"Who do you think you blame?" Yukinoshita Yukino replied coldly, taking two steps forward and standing shoulder to shoulder with him. "Why don't you just leave your fishing rod at home? I can get it myself after school this afternoon. Why do you have to bring it to school?"

"I'm worried about being robbed. The door lock at my house is too simple."

"Do you think there are many people in this world who can open a lock with a piece of wire?"

"Should be a lot, right? After all, I found a video online about how to pick a lock with a wire, which means it shouldn't be difficult."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him twice but did not respond.

She had also watched the video and tried to learn, but her success rate was only 50-50. Unlike him, it seemed that as long as the wire was inserted into the lock, the lock would be opened, as if there was some definite rule.

Lifting her foot and walking down the slope with him, she brought up another matter.

"Have you ever thought about what Eriri would think when you brought these two identical-looking fishing rods to the classroom?"

"What do you think, Eriri?" Nomiyama looked at her in confusion.

"One is yours and the other is mine, what's the problem?"

He handed her the other fishing rod, cast the hook with one hand, and began his daily task of fishing for shoes.

Yukinoshita Yukino stared at him for a while, then smiled.

"Yeah, that's no problem indeed."

“Hopefully we can catch a good fish today.”

"Don't dream, Nomi-san, you should be more confident in your identity as an air force."

"Nonsense, I catch fish all the time."

"Yeah, stuff."

"Yukinoshita, don't forget, I'm the one who fishes for your indoor shoes every day."

"Yeah, shoes."