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Yukino Yukinoshita was even more embarrassed and annoyed, but she suppressed her anger and instead questioned, "Can't you close your eyes and listen quietly?"

Nomiyama made it clear that he refused: "I can't do it. My girlfriend is too beautiful. Even looking at her is a bonus."

Yukino Yukinoshita, blushing, left with the words: "Shameless."

Nomiyama watched her walk toward the violin case and pursed his lips.

It's clearly because you're thin-skinned.

"How was your practice with your sister yesterday? Are you getting used to playing together?" Yukino Yukinoshita opened the violin case.

"No, I'm just not quite used to it yet." Nomiyama recalled what happened yesterday.

"Hmm? I've listened to it several times. If it's the first time practicing an ensemble, it seems pretty good." Yukino Yukinoshita walked towards him carrying her violin.

“No, that won’t work.” Nomiyama sat down at the piano and replied casually, “Yono is too cooperative with me, which makes the ensemble feel a bit unnatural.”

"Oh? You're still unwilling even though someone's cooperating? Nomiyama-kun is really troublesome." Yukino Yukinoshita stood beside him, resting her violin on her neck.

“But this is a piece primarily for the violin, so the violin should take the lead.” Nomiyama reached out and touched the black and white keys.

"Wild mushrooms, violins and pianos, there's no distinction between primary and secondary."

"But I hope the violin will take the lead, because it will be the violin standing in front of everyone, and I hope it will shine brighter."

Yukino Yukinoshita thought about the performance scene. The pianist would definitely be facing away from the audience, because turning his back would be too arrogant, while facing the audience directly would result in the piano blocking his view.

A smile crept across her lips as she glanced at the lazy boy who had finally managed to sit upright like a pine tree.

"Could you please start as soon as possible, Nomiyama-kun?"

Then the piano begins to guide the notes, setting the stage for the violin's entrance.

......

Why did they get along so well during their first performance together?

Yukino frowned and turned to look at the music room.

"Don't you need to ask yourself the same question? You were the one who helped him practice and get used to the rhythm yesterday." Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes and sprawled on the sofa.

"His technique was pretty much perfect towards the end yesterday, but we still couldn't get him to play to a satisfactory level," Yukino Yukinoshita said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Who knows?" Hiratsuka Shizuka tapped her cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a snap.

Amidst the swirling smoke, she asked a question she was curious about: "Yang Nai, did you fight with him yesterday? I see a bruise around your eye?"

Yukino Yukinoshita remained expressionless: "I was beaten up by thugs last night."

"Oh."

Hiratsuka Shizuka puffed on her cigarette, her body going limp again, the smell of salted fish growing stronger on her.

"No, they're so young. I need to keep an eye on them and prevent them from falling in love too early."

Yukino Yukinoshita stood up and walked out of the office.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't move, only glancing at her with disdain as she left.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Hiratsuka Shizuka watched the drifting smoke rings with some curiosity.

Will that guy eventually get dismembered...?

I'd rather not get dismembered, otherwise no one will pick me up from school at night.

The road at night can be very long.

Thinking about all this, she got up.

Let's go take a look.

......

Hearing the violin and piano duet playing in the schoolyard, Kato Megumi silently got up, turned around, and walked out of the meeting room.

No, we need to be careful to get a good wind early.

Eriri Sawamura flipped through the documents a little slower. She frowned and glanced at Megumi as she left.

Is this how you play the game? You push all the work onto me, and then you all go find him.

She released the mouse, tossed aside the file, and, too lazy to speak, got up and left.

Below, Miura Yumiko watched Sawamura leave, then glanced at Kato's empty seat. Just as she was about to call her two best friends, she noticed that someone had already gotten up.

Yui Yuigahama, biting into a cookie, walked outside with her seemingly bewildered eyes wide open.

"Keep up, Yumiko." Hina Ebina walked by and tugged at her best friend's sleeve.

"Oh, okay." Miura Yumiko got up and followed, looking thoughtfully at the person in front.

Is something wrong?

......

Nomiyama stopped playing the last key and turned to look at her: "I feel like you don't need to practice anymore?"

Yukino Yukinoshita turned and walked towards the harp case, replying to him, "No, I still need to practice."

Nomiyama watched her put the violin back in its case and twitched his lips.

If you're going to practice, what's the point of putting your violin away?

After thinking for a moment, he shifted his position and made room for the person next to him.

Yukinoshita always goes around in circles, wanting to play together but never saying it, always finding another excuse.

After putting down her violin, Yukino Yukinoshita turned around and returned to the piano. She glanced at the seat he had given her, but she wasn't surprised. She simply sat down.

"You probably haven't learned four-finger simultaneous playing, so..."

"So play a piece for me." Nomiyama flipped through the sheet music next to her. "I'll be the best listener."

"Hmm." Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at the song he had chosen.

"Summer," a work by Joe Hisaishi, is the theme song for the film "Kikujiro's Summer," a piece imbued with the flavor of sunshine and memories.

Nomiyama glanced at her, moved closer, and put his arm around her.

"Has Nomiyama-kun become so perverted that he can get horny towards high school girls anytime, anywhere?" Yukino Yukinoshita's thoughts were interrupted, her face flushed slightly, and then she glared at him.

"It's a misunderstanding. I just wanted to feel a sense of participation," Nomiyama said, feigning innocence.

"Besides interfering with my piano playing, what sense of participation can you get from having your arm around my waist?" Yukino Yukinoshita's expression remained unchanged.

“So I don’t plan to hold you like that.” Nomiyama felt the slender softness of her waist and said seriously, “You can sit on my lap later, so that we can play together. You can play the piano on top and I will try to keep your body steady on the bottom.”

Yukino Yukinoshita was so angry she laughed, and pushed him, preparing to kick him.

Nomiyama quickly hugged her, not to prevent her from getting angry, but because he sensed something was wrong.

With a furrowed brow, he looked out of the music room: "Yukinoshita, you're so angry. Look around, is there anything strange outside? It feels a bit scary."

Something strange and scary?

Yukino Yukinoshita temporarily gave up struggling. The energy within her surged and spread to her eyes. Then she froze, her eyes filled with confusion.

Why are so many people here?

Nomiyama glanced at her and understood.

He reached out and pulled Yukinoshita into his arms, then walked to the window.

He glanced once at the empty space below, then at the entrance to the music room one last time. Holding her, he leaped through the window and fell.

Yukinoshita Haruno pushed open the door, her face beaming, "Yukino, brother-in-law, I've come to see you..."

She remained silent, glancing around the music room before looking at the open window.

run away?

A sense of unease washed over her. She looked around but found no trace of them. Finally, she had no choice but to exhale and accept the reality that the two had run away.

She turned and left.

Eriri Sawamura was walking with Megumi when she saw Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly turn around. She was slightly taken aback, then turned her head to look at the music room.

After a moment of silence, she pulled Hui away, saying, "Let's go, that bastard got away."

Kato Megumi wasn't surprised by this statement; she simply scanned the campus, trying to guess where the other person had gone.

"After a while," she said.

"Let's go check out Class F."

......

"Nomiyama-kun, am I someone who can't be seen by people?" Yukino Yukinoshita's voice carried a distinct chill.

Nomiyama pulled her forward, but after hearing what he said, he stopped and looked at her.

He leaned in, gave her a kiss, and then continued walking.

"I prefer spending time alone with you; I don't like it with a lot of people around."

"Oh." Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head, letting him pull her along.

Once in class, Nomiyama took her hand and led her straight to his seat.

His seat was at the back, so if the other students were focused on watching a performance, he would become less noticeable.

He took out a few books, used them to cushion himself, and then used them to cushion hers.

"I heard that our class put on a male-male play at this year's cultural festival, which is quite novel."

As Nomiyama spoke, he was about to step onto his stool.

"Looks like this isn't going well. Eriri and Kato are here." Yukino Yukinoshita turned around and looked in a certain direction.

"So fast?" Nomiyama stopped stretching his leg.

He reached out and took her hand again: "Let's go somewhere else. Anyway, there are quite a few things I'm interested in at this cultural festival."

Yukino Yukinoshita obediently let him lead her.

As he walked, he arrived at Eriri's classroom, peeked at the students who were still practicing, and went inside, a slight smile playing on his lips: "This looks like a maid café, let's enjoy it in advance."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at the female classmates who were avoiding her gaze, lost in thought.

So, he's actually a bit interested in maid outfits and such, so, he'll get one?

Nomiyama pulled her to sit down, flipped through the menus made by the students, and began to order with a smile.

"I want an omelet rice with added filling."

Yukino Yukinoshita kicked him, giving him a cold look.

What a terrible dish name!

Nomiyama stared blankly, indicating his innocence.

These are all evil tricks of maid cafes, what does it have to do with me?

......

Eriri Sawamura followed Megumi to his classroom, glanced around, and frowned: "He's not here."

Kato Megumi glanced at the textbook on his chair, thought for a moment, then pulled Eriri along and walked out: "Let's go to our class."

Eriri Sawamura followed her, slightly puzzled: "Our class? Will he be there?"