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Next came the second, and then the third.

One person's voice suddenly became an overwhelming force.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt a little lost listening to the support from her unfamiliar classmates.

Am I really the one everyone wants?

......

"Nomi Yamakaze!" the girl exclaimed angrily.

Nomiyama twisted his body to dodge the whip and continued running forward.

"Yukinoshita, don't go too far. You want to be the executive committee chairperson, and I'm just helping you out, and you're getting angry?

"Help? If you really wanted to help, why are you running away?" Yukino Yukinoshita picked up her whip and continued to follow him.

"You pull out your whip the moment you see me, what else can I do but run away?" Nomiyama darted up the stairs.

The two stirred up a gust of wind, neither fast nor slow, with a clear destination.

"Oh? You mean I did something wrong?" Yukino Yukinoshita stood at the rooftop entrance, dragging her whip, watching him as he stopped running.

"You chose to be one yourself," Nomiyama said, turning his head away and insisting on this statement.

“I have my own way.” Yukino Yukinoshita gritted her teeth.

"Too much trouble, let's just finalize it directly." Nomiyama pouted and turned to lean on the railing.

"That shouldn't be the case. What do you mean by 'popular choice'?" Yukino Yukinoshita put away her whip, took out a Palkia ball, and threw it at him.

"I don't even have many friends, so how can I be considered a popular choice?"

"Then we need to discuss the definition of 'what everyone expects'." Nomiyama turned around, ignoring the Palu balls that kept hitting his head and bouncing off.

He said earnestly, "The result that everyone expects is what everyone hopes for, and obviously, you are the one that everyone expects."

Yukino Yukinoshita laughed in exasperation: "You've practically written them all down in your little notebook. Do they have any other options besides expecting me?"

Nomiyama muttered, "Well, it's what everyone wants, isn't it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him for a while, then finally rubbed her temples with a headache: "You bastard."

Nomiyama muttered, "What kind of boyfriend helps you and then you call him a jerk?"

"Forget it, since it's settled, there's no point in thinking about it anymore." Yukino Yukinoshita sighed and walked to his side.

"If only you had thought of this sooner."

"Hehe." Yukino Yukinoshita laughed expressionlessly.

Nomiyama turned around and continued to lean on the railing, exuding a lazy air.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood beside him, looking down at the students walking around the campus.

It's after school this afternoon, and most of those still at school are there for club activities, or for cultural festivals like theirs in the coming days.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be in charge of approving the activity plans for each class at the cultural festival?"

Nomiyama was a little curious, after all, get out of class had just ended in the afternoon and the other party had come straight to him.

“No rush, those tasks are easy to handle.” Yukino Yukinoshita showed no impatience. “During the summer vacation, I helped my older sister deal with some issues at the Yukinoshita family business. Compared to those, the cultural festival issues are actually quite easy to judge.”

"I'm in the top position. All I need to do is review whether certain activities are feasible and decide on the most crucial cultural festival policy. As for things like budgeting and prop requirements, I'll leave those to other students."

"He's become quite the capitalist." Nomiyama clicked his tongue.

“This is necessary. It’s impossible for me to do all the work by myself. It’s not a question of whether I can do it or not, but that one person simply isn’t efficient enough.” Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly.

"You can decide that yourself." Nomiyama looked at her, somewhat curious. "I'm more interested in knowing why you came to me."

Yes, why would she come looking for him? Under normal circumstances, Yukinoshita wouldn't come looking for him at this time, because she knows that it's normal for him to slack off. As for teaching him a lesson, there's plenty of time, no need to rush.

"I need your help with something." Yukino Yukinoshita was not surprised by his guess and simply stated the reason.

"Help?" Nomiyama raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you already become the executive chairman? What else do you need help with? Don't even mention handling those documents. I'll just sit by and cheer you on."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, then looked away with disdain: "Letting you handle the problem will only make things worse."

Provoked by her disdain, Nomiyama retorted, "Then don't look for me."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "Are you angry?"

Nomiyama sneered: "I think someone is being unreasonable."

"There's someone here. Who is it?"

"I don't know, take a guess."

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "There's something I really need your help with."

Nomiyama glanced at her, whose expression was normal, and knew that the matter was not serious, so he simply leaned on the railing: "Just tell me what it is."

Yukino looked out at the distant horizon. The feeling of late summer and early autumn was slowly emerging. For example, at this time of year, the world would still be a bright white before, but now it was tinged with orange.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt her hair being brushed, and she smelled the ever-present sea breeze scent of Chiba. Her expression was gentle: "I want you to learn to play the piano."

"Piano?" Nomiyama looked at her, his thoughts racing.

"Yes, the piano."

Nomiyama understood something.

"You're looking to sign up for a performance, and you need a pianist for it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita listened to the noise in the schoolyard, and moved her hand that was tugging at his clothes, finally grasping his hand that was leaning on the railing.

She took his hand, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"There's no way around it; a violin performance would be missing half its soul if it lacked a piano accompaniment."

Chapter 238 [Genuine Item]

Most of the "violin sonatas" are actually also called "sonatas for violin and piano". In most cases, the two appear together in the movement, with neither being subordinate to the other, and there is no distinction between them.

The zither and lute played in perfect harmony.

But it's so troublesome...

"No, I'm not doing it. The class is talking about putting on a play for the cultural festival, I'll go help out." Nomiyama made up an excuse.

"Help?" Yukino Yukinoshita's face showed a barely perceptible smile.

"What? Can't I help my classmates?" Nomiyama pouted.

“Of course.” Yukino Yukinoshita’s smile remained unchanged. “Then I will reject your class’s performance.”

"Wow, wow, the executive committee chairman has such a powerful presence."

Nomiyama gave a sarcastic remark and turned to leave.

Then he watched as the two clasped hands gradually straightened and rose, squinting his eyes: "Let go."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment and said, "Can't you shake off Nomiyama-kun? I suggest that Nomiyama-kun take the initiative to shake off my hand."

Nomiyama looked at their hands clasped together, neither of them letting go, and thought about how she had taken the initiative to hold his hand earlier.

It was deliberately led over, and then deliberately held on tightly.

It means you have to promise me, otherwise I won't let go, and I'll get angry if you try to shake me off.

Strange and unusual ways of acting cute.

"Yukinoshita-kun, you're such a nuisance." With a look of disdain, Nomiyama pulled her toward the rooftop entrance. "I don't have a piano at home."

"I took some time at noon to borrow music room number two from Professor Hiratsuka." Yukino Yukinoshita smiled softly, her lips slightly pursed.

Nomiyama didn't stop walking, and squeezed her hand a little harder.

She had planned this for a long time.

......

"What about her?"

Eriri Sawamura frowned as she looked at the ever-growing pile of documents on the main table in the conference room.

"I don't know." Kato Megumi reviewed the budget applications from each class, glancing at the side of her eye when she had a spare moment.

The wind was also gone.

"Ugh! Annoying!" Eriri Sawamura closed the document in her hand, got up, and walked towards the main desk.

Kato Megumi watched in slight surprise as the blond-haired little man naturally sat down at the main table and began to review and process documents.

Eriri has really grown up a lot, and then...

But I was still too considerate of Yukinoshita.

Without a word, she got up and left the conference room unnoticed.

At times like this, it would be better to just go find the wind.

But where could they be...?

......

Why start by learning the most basic music theory?

"For future convenience, Nomiyama-kun, we will be participating in similar activities in the future, so having a foundation will make things easier."

Nomiyama looked up from his music theory book and glanced at her sitting at the piano.

For future convenience? In other words, for the next two years, he will be pulled into performing in ensembles at similar events.

That's quite far ahead of you.

He looked down, glanced at the music theory book, and continued taking notes.

"Shall I play you a piano solo first?" Yukino Yukinoshita pressed two black and white keys, and the piano music was light and graceful.

"You mean the piece you prepared?" Nomiyama closed his book. "Why not perform it on the violin?"

"The violin is not as good as the piano for solo performances; it is only when playing in ensemble with the piano that its tone can be brought out." Yukino Yukinoshita pressed a few more keys to listen to the tone.

"Whatever you want." Nomiyama took two steps, moved a chair over, and sat down next to the piano.

"Ah."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl sat up straight and began to gently touch the piano keys.

Nomiyama listened to the light music emanating from the black and white piano keys, his gaze lingering on the girl's hands.

Those were hands naturally suited for playing the piano—long, slender, fair, and smooth, with a touch of youthful vigor.

Girls' hands are generally small and delicate, and Nomiyama can confirm this by holding hands with his girlfriends.

Yukinoshita's hand wasn't particularly large, but it was definitely the longest and most beautiful hand Nomiyama had ever held.

She probably can't be described as petite; rather, she's exquisite.

As the prelude ended, the beautiful piano music began to sound familiar.

Nomiyama looked slightly surprised.

"Scarborough Fair" is a world-famous piece of music, an ancient medieval Scottish folk song.

This song is full of poetry, carrying a subtle melancholy and sentiment, and was a favorite of the bards of medieval Europe.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Please give my regards to the person who lives there.

She was once my true love.

The lyrics repeatedly feature parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, which are said to represent sweetness, strength, loyalty, and courage, respectively.

The piano solo didn't last very long; at least, in Nomiyama's perception, it ended very quickly.

By the time he recovered from the lingering sound, the girl was already bent over her desk writing something.

Nomiyama curiously took the paper she handed him and found that it only had one sentence written on it.