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Physically, Nomiyama considers himself to be at the limit of what he can do in this world, but that doesn’t mean he can be reckless.

At least the things left behind by that person a thousand years ago, even something as simple as a poisonous fish, still continue to harm him.

Despite its seemingly invincible physique, it always crumbles before those rainbow pufferfish.

Nomiyama would sometimes subconsciously wonder why Yukihan left behind those poisonous fish.

Torture him? Not likely.

To give him a sense of surprise when he eats fish every day?

That's somewhat possible, after all, that guy is quite twisted and bizarre.

They carried the fish home together, and when Nomiyama finally prepared the meal for dinner, the other four people stared at them as they walked to the table.

Nomiyama picked up a piece of meat, took a bite, and looked at the four people, puzzled.

Mai Sakurajima sat down next to him and was the first to speak, with a touch of emotion: "Sigh, I've been on set for a whole month, and this is the first time I've met a real junior instead of just a fantasy."

Nomiyama silently rubbed his hair, deciding to find some time to cut off all the hair that had grown longer than his eyebrows, so that he could maintain his previous appearance and give his girlfriend, who had been away for a long time, a sense of familiarity.

Kato Megumi glanced at him, then at the upperclassman standing very close to him, and said calmly, "Kazehaya, can I call the police and say that you are deliberately seducing a minor?"

Nomiyama thought about his birth date: "Um, Megumi, I'm also a minor."

Kato Megumi nodded: "Then can I call the police and say that someone is trying to seduce you, a minor?"

"Next time, I'll definitely make you call the police next time." Nomiyama reached out and squeezed her hand, his expression seemingly serious.

After dealing with the two of them, Eriri Sawamura finally spoke.

"I want to stay upstairs tonight, in a private room."

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow: "What's so good about upstairs? The guest rooms upstairs and downstairs in my house are the same, with the same bedding and such."

Eriri Sawamura looked at him, thought seriously for a moment, and then asked, "You wouldn't, would you, not let me live upstairs?"

Nomiyama was quiet for a while, and finally thought of the room that Miyabi had moved to across the street.

He raised his hand, took a bite of the grilled fish, and his voice became muffled: "The room across from mine recently became available. If you want to..."

"I'll stay here. I just don't think the rooms further inside are quite right for me."

Yukino Yukinoshita quietly swallowed a piece of fish, then looked at him: "You wouldn't disagree, would you, Nomiyama-kun?"

Nomiyama blinked. Miyabi's room was the closest to his, and it was always left there, never used by anyone else.

Eriri Sawamura understood that too, so she frowned and looked at her best friend: "What do you mean?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at her, puzzled: "Is there a problem with me picking an empty room I like at my boyfriend's house?"

Eriri Sawamura spat out a fishbone: "If you wanted that room, why didn't you ask him for it before? Why did you have to bring it up now?"

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "I just like asking now."

Nomiyama looked at the two of them, realizing he didn't quite understand their current relationship, so he silently shrank back and started munching on his fish.

They all said it was fine, so it's fine then.

Perhaps their current confrontation is their unique way of strengthening their emotional bond?

As he was thinking about all this, he noticed a grilled fish being offered to his mouth.

Looking up, Yukino Yukinoshita smiled faintly: "Wild mushrooms, eat."

The next second, another grilled fish was handed over, and Eriri Sawamura said with a look of disgust, "Eat."

Nomiyama opened his mouth, as if to say that it wasn't necessary, as the one he had was enough.

Before he could finish speaking, two more grilled fish appeared in his mouth.

"Eat, Kazehaya," Kato Megumi said calmly.

"Kazehaya-senpai, you have to finish your food." Sakurajima Mai said with a half-smile.

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 236 Snow Under the Snow and Nomiyama

The reason the girls gathered together this time was for a rather simple reason.

Mai Sakurajima will be staying at his house on the first day of school.

Whether forced or perhaps more voluntary, the other three also chose to stay.

Nomiyama simply cooked quietly, then washed the dishes quietly, and then quietly made milk tea for them.

Finally, he took a shower, retreated to his room, and sat quietly by the window with his milk tea, contemplating some things.

Eriri didn't want to admit defeat, and she didn't want to feel inferior to Yukinoshita, so she faced Yukinoshita with the most resolute attitude, showing her determination.

She's proud and brave now, which is great, and she looks really cool.

It's still a bit of a pity.

It's only been a short time, but I already miss that silly Eriri.

But what was with that Palkia ball Eriri threw at noon...?

I have a feeling that if I hadn't slapped the ball away back then, something would have happened.

It seems to be something I promised Xuewan before.

Turning his head, Nomiyama looked at the room where his girlfriends were, tilted his head back, and gulped down his milk tea.

He placed the cup on the desk and then opened the window.

The phrase "to accidentally fire a gun" is composed of the words "to clean a gun" and "to accidentally fire a gun".

Now that I have several girlfriends, the possibility of accidental discharge has become nonexistent; all that's left is cleaning up the gun.

Should a few of you come over and each clean your gun? Or maybe it's better to stop torturing your mind and body and go for a walk instead.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Nomiyama leaped up and jumped out of the window.

Eriri Sawamura knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from inside. She knocked twice more, but still no response.

Frowning, she pushed open the door and glanced around the room.

not there?

She took a few steps, sat on the bed, and began to wait quietly.

So, a dozen minutes later, three girls were sitting on the beds in the room.

They looked at each other and realized that someone was missing.

Ultimately, the other two turned their attention to Eriri.

Eriri Sawamura's lips twitched; she understood what they meant.

Since you're the closest to her, you go knock on the door.

She got up without hesitation and walked straight to the opposite door.

Reach out and knock.

"Please come in."

The girl's voice inside was still clear, cold, and slightly hoarse.

Eriri Sawamura pushed open the door and glanced inside. Yukino was standing in a corner of the room, seemingly looking around and thinking about something.

"Yukino, isn't he with you?"

Upon hearing this, Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly and looked at the three people who had entered the room.

She turned her head and looked towards his room.

Oh, they escaped.

She shook her head gently: "He's not here, he went out."

"Damn it." Eriri Sawamura gritted her teeth, not doubting her words, and simply turned to leave. "Goodnight, Yukino, and also Megumi and Mai."

"Goodnight, Eriri." Yukino Yukinoshita watched her leave, lost in thought.

If it were before, Eriri would probably stay here and tell her about her recent happy or unhappy moments. When she got tired of talking, she would lie down next to her, close her eyes, and breathe with her mouth slightly open.

"Goodnight, you two," Kato Megumi said in return, then turned and left.

She walked out of the room, glanced at his room, and then reached out to close the door.

If it's Kazehaya, he's probably quite far away right now. Going to find him would take too much time. Oh well, I'll rest.

Pushing open the door, Kato Megumi returned to her room.

Mai Sakurajima and Yukino looked at each other, and after a while, she smiled and said, "Goodnight, Yukino."

Yukino lowered her eyes: "Goodnight, Mai."

After the door was closed, Yukino Yukinoshita scanned the room once more.

For some reason, this room always felt familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint the source of that familiarity.

Finally, she stopped thinking about it and turned to walk towards the window.

I opened the window, and the evening breeze ruffled my hair.

Yukino Yukinoshita gazed at the night sky over Chiba for a moment, lost in thought.

The wind blew, and she disappeared into the room.

......

Nomiyama is a lazy person.

He lived a lazy life for most of his life.

Part of the reason is that he genuinely prefers to be quiet and still, and another reason is that he is always being fed.

When he was in elementary school, Eriri brought him a bento box with Sayuri on it. Later, Yukinoshita prepared a bento box for him. And later still, Yukinoshita would go home with him to prepare dinner.

During his time in elementary school, although he was lazy, he still had some motivation. At least he would cook with Yukinoshita and then take care of washing the dishes.

Laziness began to deepen in junior high school.

After Gong Yu moved into the house, he found that he didn't have to do almost anything except wash the dishes. He gradually got used to curling up on the sofa and giving up thinking.

After Gong Yu left, just as he was thinking that life was about to get more complicated, Hui stepped into his house.

Then came another long period of being fed.

Over the years, he has certainly cooked, but not often. He only briefly becomes the head chef when he wants to try new dishes.

The rest of the time, cutting up the side dishes is his limit.

If he did anything more, Hui would complain that he was in the way.

He was well-fed, and his lazy nature was almost impossible to hide, especially when he appeared on the street wearing an oversized short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts, shuffling around in slippers.

A living example of a lazy teenager.

"Kazehaya, young people shouldn't be like this," Uncle Ichiraku remarked.

"What?" Nomiyama rested his chin on one hand and fiddled with his chopsticks in the other.

"What a lazy fellow! Young people should be more energetic. How do you say that again?" Uncle Yile pondered the right words.

"On the shoulders of a young man, does he carry the promise of a spring day with lush grass and warbling orioles?" Nomiyama replied.

"Oh no, that's too formal," Uncle Yile denied.

"Well... I was born with talents that will surely be put to use, and though I spend all my money, it will come back again." Nomiyama offered a rather proud line of poetry.

"Why are you reciting Chinese poetry now?" Uncle Yile rejected this explanation.

Nomiyama hesitated for a moment before giving another answer: "I want to reach the top of Suzuran?"

Uncle Ichiraku shook his head again. He put chashu on the ramen, handed it over, and sighed, "I'm talking about love, love. At your age, if you're not in a relationship, what are you doing wandering around outside alone so late at night? Where's Yukino?"