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What's the principle behind this?

Amidst the four individuals' varying states of mind, someone opened the door to the Service Department.

Nomiyama stepped into the Service Club, then stopped, his eyes unreadable.

What are you four trying to do with that Palu ball?

"How many zeros?" Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at his forehead and spoke calmly.

"I have five."

“Eight.” Eriri was the second to speak, perhaps because she had observed them once before.

Yukino looked at Eriri and remained silent.

Compared to the initial few dozen, the current increase is clearly insane.

“Seven.” Mai Sakurajima looked away from him and then at the two of them.

One is a 5, one is an 8, and then there's a 7?

"Six." Kato Megumi looked at her answer, her fingers tightening slightly.

Since it reflects his preferences, there must be a pattern. If Yukinoshita is the most popular and he is the second most popular, then everything is obvious.

I'm still a little short of being number one.

"Me, the lowest?" Eriri Sawamura asked, taken aback.

She glanced down at Paluqiu, then looked up at him, and finally erupted in fury.

"Nomiyama Kazehaya!!! I'm the worst, right!!!!"

She grabbed the ball and threw it at the bewildered person.

The ball was bounced away.

Then, it didn't land.

It hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly.

Yukino Yukinoshita stared at the ball hovering in mid-air and unconsciously broke her chopsticks in two.

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.

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.

Chapter 235, Palk Ball, Eriri, Yukinoshita

Huh? This ball? It can fly?

Nomiyama opened his eyes wide, looked up, and stared at the purple Palu sphere floating above his right head.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he seemed to see some numerical progress bars next to the Paru ball.

1%...2%...25%...75%...97%...

what?

On the other end, Mai Sakurajima looked at the Palkia in her hand, then at the progress bar above his head, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

What does this progress bar mean? What happens when it's full?

Kato Megumi was also looking at the progress bar, and glanced at him, who seemed a little confused.

Kazehaya seemed unsure of the ball's effect.

Turning her head, Kato Megumi glanced at Yukinoshita.

Without saying a word, she put the Paroo ball into her bag.

In short, whatever Yukinoshita produces must have an effect on him, although we don't know what that effect is.

Keep it for now, and try it when the odds are higher.

Yukino Yukinoshita remained seated, but the chopsticks in her hands had been broken and were now tightly clenched.

She frowned as she looked at the Palu ball, which was hovering in the air and displaying a progress bar.

What do you mean? I can't get away with throwing them away every day, but you just accept it if Eriri throws one away randomly?

Breathing inevitably becomes more difficult.

The instructions for using the Palu Ball have always had only one key point.

You can get him.

What exactly does "getting" mean?

In my view, the odds began to surge, and the progress bar started updating.

1%...2%...25%...75%...97%...

Eriri, are you going to get him?

Yukino's pupils began to sway.

Eriri Sawamura subconsciously stood up, her eyes fixed on the progress bar that was moving.

Yukino would never collect something that is completely useless.

Furthermore, Yukino stated that probability represents his liking.

What if it's 100%?

Will I like it 100%?

Even if it isn't, it must have some effect or use, otherwise Yukino wouldn't throw balls at him every day.

75%...97%...

This trend has already succeeded.

Eriri Sawamura raised the corners of her mouth, looking expectantly at the final progress bar.

"Snapped!!!"

The chance disappeared, and the progress bar vanished as well. The Palu ball hit the right wall, bounced, rolled onto the ground, and spun around a few times.

disappear.

Nomiyama withdrew his right hand, glanced at the vanished Palkia, and looked at Eriri with a puzzled expression.

"Why did you hit me for no reason?"

Eriri Sawamura looked down at the spot where the Palkia had disappeared, her body trembling slightly.

Nomiyama noticed that Eriri seemed a bit off, took a few steps, and placed the bento box on the table.

He asked softly, "Eri-ri?"

"Nomi Yamakaze Haya!!!"

Eriri Sawamura picked up a stool.

Nomiyama looked up and saw Eriri, who had lifted a stool and leaped over the long table to throw it at him, her gaze slightly strange.

Is it the bloodline of the Spencer family across the ocean?

Never mind, let's run.

The next second, Eriri Sawamura missed her target.

She put down the stool, turned around, and rushed out of the classroom.

Kato Megumi carefully considered how high Eriri had jumped, then lowered her eyes and began preparing the bento.

With Kazehaya by his side, no matter what kind of accident happens, it doesn't seem like an accident; he can just ask about it later.

Mai Sakurajima glanced at Yukino, who was deep in thought, then lowered her head and began preparing her own bento.

Anyway, we can't catch up.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't move; she simply shifted her gaze until it finally landed on the rooftop of another school building.

After thinking for a while, she looked away and quietly began to prepare the lunchbox.

......

"Nomi Yamakaze Haya!!"

Nomiyama turned around and used his left hand to catch her kicking leg: "How many times have I told you, be a lady."

Eriri Sawamura stood on one leg, glaring at him: "Let go!"

Nomiyama thought about it and didn't let go.

He took a step forward, reached out and put his hand on her waist, drew closer, then lowered his head, as if deep in thought: "Eri, I remember you often draw this pose?"

Eriri Sawamura noticed their posture; her legs were now slightly raised and encircled by him, and he was close to her, his right hand gripping her waist.

Without any hint of embarrassment, Eriri Sawamura simply sneered at him: "Let go."

"Oh."

Nomiyama put his leg down, let go of her hand, walked around her, and headed towards the rooftop entrance.

Eriri Sawamura was stunned for a moment, then became even angrier. This time, she didn't even say a word, but chased after him and kicked him.

So her legs were encircled again, and her body was brought closer again.

"Look, you brought it here yourself this time."

Eriri Sawamura wanted to say something more.

Nomiyama tightened his grip on her hand, then lowered his head and lightly touched her lips.

They parted after a brief touch, and Nomiyama looked at Eriri, whose face was flushed red and unable to react, and felt satisfied.

Yes, that's more like Eriri.

He loosened her legs, then bent down and lifted her knees.

Nomiyama carried Eriri in a princess carry as they sat down on the edge of the rooftop.

He stroked the blonde hair in his arms with one hand: "Eri, what are you thinking?"

Eriri Sawamura glanced at him, then turned her head away, saying, "I don't understand what you mean."

Nomiyama sighed and scratched her head: "I meant the matter of provoking Yukinoshita."

"Since you've thought about all that, you should know that I went to Tokyo because Yukinoshita let me go."

"And then?" Eriri Sawamura turned to look at him.

Nomiyama was slightly taken aback.

"Then, with your tacit consent, I should confess to you in Tokyo, giving Yukino, who isn't here, a reason to accept this."

“Everyone’s happy, right?” Eriri Sawamura said softly.

"Isn't this good?" Nomiyama leaned against the railing, looking up at the cloudless blue sky. "Wouldn't it be better if we continued to get along the way we always have?"

“If I really do that,” Eriri Sawamura stood up from his embrace, looking down at the school below, she murmured, “if I really do that, it means this relationship was given to me by Yukino. How am I supposed to love you then? How am I supposed to face Yukino? And what exactly is my relationship with Yukino?”

"Is the relationship between the three of us truly equal?"

Nomiyama frowned: "Yukinoshita and I didn't have those thoughts, it's just..."

"I just don't want to hurt you, I just want to make you happy." Eriri Sawamura added, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "I know, but I don't want to accept this way. I have to face Yukino, otherwise all I'll ever get is a gift of affection."

Nomiyama rubbed his temples, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "After that day, you weren't angry with Yukinoshita, were you?"

"Heh, what are you thinking, you stinky man?" Eriri Sawamura's gentleness vanished, replaced by mockery. "There may be a day when we part ways, but there will never be a day when I and Yukino dislike each other."