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"I leave a little later than him, Uncle Yile, good evening."

The girl lifted the veil, sat down next to him, and smiled: "Just give me a small bowl of soy sauce ramen."

Ichiro looked at the two sitting together and smiled as he replied, "Okay, just a moment."

Nomiyama opened his eyes, the laziness between his brows fading slightly: "Why are you here?"

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks, broke them in half, and said without even looking at him, "What? Do I need to ask Nomiyama-kun's permission to go out?"

Nomiyama picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before speaking: "No, I was just curious how you knew I was here."

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out, pulled out a napkin, and handed it to him with a hint of mockery: "Does Nomiyama-kun think it's hard to guess what you're thinking?"

Nomiyama took the tissue, wiped his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his laziness was washed away.

"Thank you." Yukino Yukinoshita took her small bowl of ramen and stirred it with her chopsticks to separate the noodles.

Nomiyama glanced at her bowl silently.

The char siu in that one was at least twice as much as his...

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a soft-boiled egg and put a piece into his bowl, followed by most of the char siu, which she also put into his bowl.

Nomiyama watched as the noodles in the bowl were gradually covered by char siu, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Ichiro kneaded the dough, glancing at the two of them occasionally.

They each looked at their own bowls. One person calmly picked up some char siu, while the other looked at the extra char siu in his bowl and raised his mouth. The look in his eyes was no longer laziness, but simple happiness.

Yes, being in a happy relationship is what makes a young person like that.

He lowered his head and continued kneading the dough.

"Nomiyama-kun, where are we going later?" Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a ramen noodle and blew on it.

Nomiyama chewed his mouthful of char siu, trying hard to speak, but couldn't get a word out.

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed helplessly, put down the noodles that had been cooled down, went to the insulated box not far away, picked out a bottle of mineral water from the ice, unscrewed it and handed it to him.

Nomiyama took the water, poured it down, and swallowed the char siu pork in his mouth.

He exhaled and placed the bottled water between the two of them: "I don't know, I just wanted to go out for a walk and have some ramen, I didn't think about where else to go."

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up the noodles again: "Let's go to the Ferris wheel then."

Ferris wheel?

Nomiyama turned to look at her as he chewed.

It seems that they haven't ridden a Ferris wheel together since they reunited in high school, although they have appeared together at Ferris wheel locations on other occasions.

However, at the time, one of them was kissing on the Ferris wheel, while the other was preparing to kill the kissing person below the Ferris wheel.

Swallowing the noodles, Nomiyama nodded: "Okay, I'll go after I finish eating."

The two of them didn't speak again and just quietly prepared their ramen.

At a certain moment, Yukino Yukinoshita put down her chopsticks, took out a napkin to wipe her mouth, and stood up.

Nomiyama drank some mineral water and got up as well.

He reached into his pocket and placed the banknotes on the table: "Uncle, we're leaving now."

Yi Le simply kneaded the dough and casually replied, "Okay, come often."

"Okay, sure."

Nomiyama took her hand, lifted the veil and went outside. He looked at the streets in several directions, recalled the map, and headed straight for a certain street.

After they left, Ichiro came out from behind the counter and started clearing the table. When he saw the banknotes on the table, he paused for a moment.

Ha, you brat.

He quietly put away the banknotes, which were slightly more expensive than usual, and casually stacked the bowls and wiped the table.

I'll pay a little more, but only a tiny bit more, as if I'm slowly thanking him for the noodles and char siu he's given me over the years, while also worrying that he won't accept the extra money.

Just as I finished tidying up, someone lifted the veil behind me and walked in.

"Hey, Uncle, could you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

Yi Le glanced back, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "Okay, just a moment."

Yukino sat down, took out disposable chopsticks, propped her face up with one hand, and played with the chopsticks with the other.

Ichiraku put the noodles in, then bent over the cutting board to cut the char siu. He casually said, "Yono, if you come earlier, you'll run into Kazehaya. He just left."

Yukino's fingers stopped, and her chopsticks fell to the ground: "Huh?"

"He's alone?"

"Ah, no, he was with Yukino." Ichiraku turned around to scoop up some noodles. "I remember Haruno saying Yukino was your sister?"

“Yes, my sister.” Yukinoshita Haruno pondered for a moment, and finally chose to give up.

Never mind, there will be plenty of opportunities to hang out with him in a few days.

"Here you go, miso ramen." Ichiraku handed over the ramen.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle." Yukinoshita Haruno took the bowl of noodles, broke the chopsticks apart, and carefully stirred the noodles.

No wonder Yukino didn't go back to her apartment today.

No, I need to restrain her. I'll torture Yukino later to teach her a lesson, otherwise she'll eat her man sooner or later.

......

"What's wrong?" Nomiyama turned his head and looked at her as she operated her phone.

“It’s my older sister. She noticed I didn’t go back to the apartment.” Yukino Yukinoshita frowned. “Today is the first day of school, so it’s really not right for me to stay outside.”

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then took out his phone: "It's okay, I'll explain to her."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "How are you going to explain this? Explain that I'm living in your house now? That will only make things more complicated."

Nomiyama curled her lip: "You keep talking about your brother-in-law, and now that your brother-in-law is dating your sister, she's causing trouble, huh?"

Edit a message and send it: 【Don't cause trouble. If you're unhappy, move in yourself. I'm not stopping you.】

Miss, super big: [What's going on? I'm just worried my boyfriend is cheating on me.]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [You really are a complete villain.]

Miss, my dear, my love is so strong: [Please let me be devoted to you, please let me not bear to see my younger sister go astray. She's still young, let me scout out a path for her first.]

Nomiyama put away his phone, too lazy to look at it anymore.

"What did my sister say?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked, looking at him.

"Ignore her, she just talks nonsense all day long." Nomiyama reached out and took her hand, walking towards the Ferris wheel not far away.

"Nomiyama-kun, at least in front of me, don't start by belittling your older sister." Yukino Yukinoshita said with slight dissatisfaction.

Nomiyama's face contorted in pain, but he didn't say anything.

To describe that person as talking nonsense would be an understatement; her unbridled mentality and occasional exaggerated ideas were far more serious than just talking nonsense.

They went to the ticket office to buy tickets and then walked together to wait under the Ferris wheel.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the empty metal box that was about to be turned around, and said in a distant voice, "It seems like it's been a long time since we rode a Ferris wheel together."

“We only rode it once, almost four years ago.” Nomiyama also looked at the metal box. “That was the first time I tried something like this.”

“I remember Mai was there that day too.” Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head to look at where Mai had been that day, but realized that this Ferris wheel was not the one near her house.

“She probably won’t be here today, unless she flies over.” Nomiyama pulled her into the large metal box.

Sitting side by side, the large metal box climbed a short distance, and the two looked down at the city of Chiba.

Nomiyama nudged her, asking, "What's the deal with that Palu ball?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, then opened her hand, revealing a purple sphere in her palm: "You want to know?"

"Of course, Eriri has already gotten a progress bar that's almost 100% today."

"hehe."

Yukino Yukinoshita gripped the ball, shifted her position slightly away from him, and threw the ball at his forehead.

Unsurprisingly, he was bounced away.

Nomiyama glanced at the Palu Ball that had disappeared after landing, then turned to look at her expressionless face.

Yukino Yukinoshita sat back down beside him, turned to look at the night view outside the window, and explained to him briefly: "It's an explanation. The explanation of the Palu Ball is that when this ball catches you, it can [obtain] you."

"Get me?" Nomiyama's expression was somewhat strange.

If the effect is really that outstanding, then it's like Xue Wan has been throwing balls at him for many years without ever getting anything in return, and Xue Zhi has also thrown countless balls, but so far there's still no response.

But Eriri alone basically achieved her goal...

That's right, he slapped the Palu ball away...

"What? You think it's a pity?"

"That's so unfair. I was just wondering how Eriri did it. If I hadn't knocked the Palu ball away at noon, that thing would have been 100% complete."

"I don't know. Logically speaking, her chances should be very low." Yukino Yukinoshita frowned, indicating her confusion. "Maybe Eriri is just naturally lucky?"

Good luck? Nomiyama seemed to be deep in thought.

If we're talking about luck, then Eriri was indeed quite lucky to be hooked in the river by him at the beginning and have her life saved.

No, that's not right. The fishing rod not only caught Eriri, but also deliberately disrupted other male classmates from getting close to her.

Nomiyama's expression turned strange. Could it be that, without his knowledge, Eriri was chosen as the owner of the other fishing rod from the very beginning?

"The wild mushrooms are almost at the top."

The slightly hoarse voice pulled Nomiyama back to reality. He turned his head to look at Yukino, whose expression seemed normal, and blurted out, "So I'm going to kiss you."

Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned for a moment. How could it be so straightforward?

Nomiyama bent down, reached out, picked her up, placed her in his arms, and looked down at her: "The Ferris wheel love story, we discussed it when we were twelve."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked away, turning her head away from him: "I don't know, I forgot."

So Nomiyama lowered his head, pressed his lips against her neck, and carefully touched hers.

Yukino Yukinoshita trembled slightly, but said nothing.

Nomiyama, being a little greedy, licked that spot a couple of times.

"Um..."

So Nomiyama stopped, looked up, and met those slightly watery eyes.

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed his arm with her right hand, squeezing harder.

Kiss me.

Nomiyama tightened his grip on her arms and covered her body with his.

......

"What's wrong?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked softly, but with a hint of displeasure, as she looked at him playing on his phone.

Nomiyama turned around, glanced at her who had turned into a soft cat, and squeezed her palm: "It's okay, Hiratsuka Shizuka got drunk and asked me to help take her home."

"Why should you take Hiratsuka-sensei home when he's drunk?" Yukino Yukinoshita's voice gradually shifted from soft to hard.

"There's nothing I can do, she only has me and Yang Nai as friends." Nomiyama put away his phone and pulled his girlfriend in another direction.

"No friends?" Yukino Yukinoshita was slightly surprised. "With Hiratsuka-sensei's background, how could she not have many friends?"

“After all, good conditions don’t explain everything.” Nomiyama turned to look at her.

Having taken a shower before leaving the house, Yukinoshita is now wearing an oversized white short-sleeved t-shirt, which belongs to him, as do his wide-legged capri pants.

The two of them are currently not much different from wearing matching outfits, because Nomiyama's summer clothes rarely have striped logos. When the two of them wear black and white, it becomes a black and white matching set.

“That doesn’t tell the whole story,” Yukino Yukinoshita agreed with this statement.

“If we hadn’t met Eriri, we would most likely be friendless as well. So, Hiratsuka Shizuka is like us before we met each other?” Nomiyama pondered.