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Nomiyama felt that he couldn't be blamed for this. It was mainly because Megumi used to live with him every day, and with her bizarre ability to observe and deduce, he was basically invisible in front of her now. She could probably guess that he was hungry just by moving her eyes.

Therefore, Nomiyama made a prediction.

Originally, I was going to try another class's desserts, but now I've been forced to have my fortune told instead.

"I promise I won't be caught this time."

Nomiyama confidently led Yukinoshita towards Class D.

"Are you sure?" Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm sure!" Nomiyama said with considerable confidence.

......

After failing to find anyone again, Eriri Sawamura couldn't help but begin to suspect the person next to her.

"Hui, is it possible that you no longer understand him?"

Kato Megumi was silent for a moment, then finally took Eriri's hand and gestured to the class: "Ask them. Kazehaya and Yukinoshita are very conspicuous, they'll definitely remember."

Eriri Sawamura thought about it and agreed, so she put on a reserved and gentle smile and greeted her classmates.

A short while later, she returned and nodded to Hui: "I came, but I left when I was ordering."

"Ah."

Kato agreed, then turned to look outside the classroom.

"Let's go to Class D; that's where fortune telling is done."

......

"Your luck has been very bad lately, and you're going to encounter some terrible things."

Nomiyama looked up, glanced at the veiled man pretending to be a ghost, put down 500 yen, then pulled Yukinoshita up, ready to leave the deserted classroom.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't go along with him this time; instead, she grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him leave.

With a serious expression, she sat on a small wooden stool and looked intently at the person in front of her: "Could you please explain it more clearly?"

Nomiyama frowned: "Why would you believe something like this?"

"Shut up." Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at him, squinting. "Or else..."

Nomiyama shut his mouth, mainly because he couldn't guess what "otherwise" meant.

What if he says he won't let me sleep in his bed? I've been craving that bed for so long... it looks so soft...

"It's an event that will affect the people closest to you," the veiled person said softly.

One standing, one sitting, the boy and girl both frowned.

The closest person?

Nonsense.

Nomiyama squeezed her hand: "Look at Eriri."

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed his clear resistance and gave up asking further questions, instead turning her head to look at Eriri's class.

She frowned, a slight hint of emotion in her voice: "Didn't you say you definitely wouldn't guess? Why did Eriri and Kato find us so quickly?"

Nomiyama scratched his head with his free hand, thinking about Megumi and wondering, "Did she predict my prediction?"

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, stood up, glanced at him, and walked ahead first.

"Stupid thing."

"What are you saying! Show some respect for your boyfriend!"

"Stupid thing."

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"Ugh...bastard...criminal..."

"Ah! Why did you bite me?!"

......

"Did a man and a woman come in for a fortune telling just now?"

Kato Megumi tried to soften her voice.

"Yes," the person veiled in black replied softly.

"Okay, thank you." Kato Megumi turned around, preparing to leave with Eriri.

"Wouldn't you like to have your fortune told? I can see your future destiny," the fortune teller said from behind her.

Kato Megumi ignored her and kept walking. She was just a scammer; she could be ignored.

"The blonde girl, happiness or misery depends on your choices. A single thought can lead to heaven or hell. If you choose wrong, you will suffer for the rest of your life."

"Shut up!" Kato Megumi turned around, her voice unusually emotional. "Eri's affairs are none of your business."

Eriri Sawamura was slightly taken aback, then glanced at her, lowered her head, and pulled her out of the classroom.

"Hui, don't pay attention to the scammers. I can see my own destiny."

......

Even in autumn, dandelions still exist.

Of course, Nomiyama wasn't very interested in those fluffy things that just floated in the wind. He just walked along the road, yawning, occasionally glancing at his girlfriend who was blowing on dandelions next to him.

Yukinoshita was intelligent. Realizing there were some problems, she didn't give him a chance to make a decision. Instead, she pulled him towards the school gate. In a sense... this was indeed the most effective method...

Then, Yukinoshita usually keeps a cold face and refuses to show any expression. Except for the occasional time when she is teased by him and Haruno, she only shows a completely unguarded attitude when facing feline creatures.

The way he's blowing dandelions with his puffed-out lips now is probably because he's completely unprepared.

I just don't know whether those dandelions are felines or if he is a feline.

Yukino Yukinoshita, fiddling with the empty dandelion stem between her fingers, suddenly asked a question: "Nomiyama-kun, do you consider yourself a dandelion person or a sunflower person?"

Nomiyama was a little confused: "Dandelion faction and sunflower faction?"

I walked down the slope in the snow and handed him the fishing rod.

Nomiyama also walked down the slope, casually casting a line to fish for indoor shoes: "You should explain yourself more clearly."

Yukino Yukinoshita cast a line as well, looking at the flowing river. After thinking for a moment, she said, "The sunflower will always look at the sun, but it cannot move; the dandelion will drift with the wind, but its destination is determined by the wind."

Nomiyama tossed his indoor shoes on, frowned, and cast his line again. A moment later, he retrieved her indoor shoes.

Looking down at the two pairs of indoor shoes placed together, he gave his answer: "I guess I'm the sunflower pie."

Yukino Yukinoshita wasn't surprised by the answer: "Does it mean you can only look at something and can't move?"

Nomiyama cast his line again: "I had been on the mountain all along. After I met her, I just watched her and didn't know what to do. I didn't understand what those emotions meant, so I could only keep watching until she died."

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her gaze: "I see."

Nomiyama looked at her: "But I don't think sunflower pie is a bad thing. I'm smarter now. Although I still like looking at someone, at least I know what to say and how to express my emotions."

"Hmm?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked in confusion.

"So be a dandelion, just drift with the wind, let the wind decide your destination, surrender yourself to that wind that will drift all over the world."

"In this way, the wind keeps watching the dandelion, and the dandelion just follows the wind, which makes things simpler."

Yukino Yukinoshita put away her fishing hook and walked calmly towards the hillside: "Sorry, I refuse."

Nomiyama glanced at her reddened earlobes: "Oh."

Ignoring his girlfriend sitting on the slope, Nomiyama stared intently, or rather strangely, at the riverbank.

For some reason, he felt like he would catch fish today.

Fish?

A moment later, I felt a pulling force in my palm.

Nomiyama's expression was strange. Instead of pulling the fish up immediately, he looked at the river surface and made some judgments.

After a long pause, still unable to come up with an answer, he finally said, "Under the snow, I caught a fish."

Yukino Yukinoshita felt the evening breeze, thinking about dandelions, sunflowers, and that gust of wind.

Upon hearing his words, she simply replied casually, "Oh, you can eat it later, I'll give you the medicine."

Nomiyama lifted his rod and cast it down the slope, catching a salmon: "I think I've caught a normal fish."

Yukino Yukinoshita's thoughts were interrupted for a moment.

Did you catch a normal fish?

She looked up and glanced at him, who seemed oblivious to what had happened.

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Chapter 243: Undercurrents Flow, Hiratsuka Shizuka Eats Noodles

"How did you manage to catch a fish that's edible?"

If you asked this question to a fisherman, it would probably be considered provocative.

But if you ask Nomiyama Kazehaya...

That's still a provocation...

"Can't you eat poisonous fish too?" Muttering to himself in annoyance, Nomiyama walked toward the slope.

He pulled a kitchen knife from his shoulder bag, and with a casual flick of his wrist, the still-jumping salmon instantly lost its head.

He kicked the fish's head into the river, looked at the two-foot-long headless body, and stroked his chin: "You're going to be in trouble soon?"

Yukino Yukinoshita kicked him, annoyed: "It's usually your problem."

"Has anything happened on your end lately?"

"No, I don't think so." Nomiyama thought about it seriously. "My life is no different from before, it's quite peaceful."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment: "So that's a warning that hasn't happened yet. What happened after you caught a normal fish last time?"

Nomiyama's expression was slightly unnatural: "In my first year of junior high school, I could only catch spring fish for three years in a row."

He looked at the salmon, and memories surfaced. There was actually something else that happened back then, but he didn't know if it could be considered a 'bad outcome'.

As he was catching fish, Yang came to the riverbank...

"Forget it, there's no point in overthinking. With the two of us together, there shouldn't be any particularly troublesome things in this world." Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head slightly.

“That’s true.” Nomiyama put his mind at ease, picked up the fish by the tail, and walked towards the river.

Since things have come to this, let's eat the fish first.

A two-foot-long salmon is a bit too plain to use as sashimi alone. He plans to cut off a third of the meat to try as sashimi, and take the rest home to prepare. Pan-frying, grilling, or making soup would all be good options.

"Slice it thinly." Yukino Yukinoshita understood what he wanted to do, so she sat on the sloping grass and began to spread out a white tablecloth.

"Oh." Nomiyama first removed the scales, then cut open the fish's belly, took out the internal organs and threw them into the river. Next, he traced the fish's body along the bones until he felt he had enough, then cut it off, took out the piece of meat, and peeled off the fish skin.

He got up and walked towards the slope, taking the fish skin with him. He could keep it to bake in the oven until crispy, or he could deep-fry it; it was actually quite delicious.

Sitting across from her, Nomiyama placed the prepared piece of fish on the tablecloth and then quickly made cuts on it.

It's probably the kind of speed that leaves an afterimage.

When Yukino Yukinoshita saw him stop what he was doing, she handed him disposable chopsticks.

But she couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark: "As a student, someone like you with your bag stuffed full of kitchen utensils is truly one in a million."

Nomiyama looked at the two small ceramic bowls on the tablecloth and the soy sauce and wasabi inside, and defended himself: "Isn't this useful? Besides, comic books are books, and extracurricular books are books too. I still memorized the books."

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a few thin slices of red fish, dipped them in the sauce a couple of times, and then put them in her mouth.

As she chewed, she recalled the scene she had seen when she opened the other person's shoulder bag: a kitchen knife sheath, a tablecloth, bowls and chopsticks, a lunch bag, comics, and then various seasonings...

Apart from the two red hair ribbons and the book, everything else felt superfluous.

After swallowing the fish, she lowered her voice and asked, "You've been carrying that book with you all this time?"