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Nomiyama silently walked past the two people, took out a 3,500 yen bill, and handed it to the classmate guarding the stall: "Thank you, this is for seven people."

"Um, a serving for seven?" The female student glanced at Hiratsuka-sensei, who looked like he was about to get into a fight, then looked at him carefully and tried to speak earnestly, "Nomiyama-kun, it's not good to waste food."

Nomiyama glanced at the classmate with some surprise, and said in a more serious voice, "Don't worry, I have a big appetite, I can finish it, and I won't waste any."

"Okay, sure." The female classmate turned around to prepare the ingredients for him, and asked casually, "Do you need any help? I can help out."

"No need, thank you." Nomiyama picked up the apron placed to the side, stood in front of the stove, and scanned the seasonings while putting on the apron.

Yes, very good, it has everything it should.

"Hehe, need any help?" Yukinoshita Haruno moved closer to him.

"No need, we're not playing anymore?" Nomiyama saw that the female classmate had already brought over the noodles and side dishes, so he lit the fire and started heating the pot.

"My friendship with Shizuka is as good as day." Yukinoshita Haruno never mentioned the fight.

"Tsk." Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at her and clicked her tongue.

Nomiyama ignored them, who seemed to be glaring at each other again. Anyway, fighting was a sign of affection, and they had been fighting frequently since they had only known each other for a short time.

I picked up the side dishes and glanced at them. They were cabbage, carrots, and onions, all shredded.

Then seven eggs.

It's just a pity that it didn't come with shredded pork.

Too lazy to think about it anymore, Nomiyama started pouring oil.

When the oil was hot enough, he cracked the eggs and put them into the pan one by one.

According to the usual way of making Japanese yakisoba, the eggs served with the noodles are usually fried into sunny-side-up eggs. However, Nomiyama really dislikes the trouble of frying seven sunny-side-up eggs.

Stirring up the gradually forming eggs, Nomiyama grabbed the bowl of noodles and poured them into the pot.

Then he fell silent for a moment.

The pot was a bit small, and the noodles for seven people were overflowing with flavor.

Forget it, the master of flipping the wok isn't afraid of that.

Nomiyama moved the ladle and tossed the pot a few times to make sure the noodles were still under his control. Then he turned down the heat slightly and started adding the seasonings.

With the seasonings ready, his expression became more serious.

Holding a spoon in one hand and tossing the noodles in the other, the noodles in the pot tumbled and surged, and various seasonings began to be added to the noodles.

"Wow!" Hiratsuka Shizuka clapped her hands in praise, "Amazing!"

What's so amazing about that? Yukinoshita glanced at Shizuka and thought she was making a fuss over nothing. Flipping a wok is something she could try to do herself.

She then continued to look at him.

Huh? It seems like it's bouncing even more vigorously now?

With a slight flicker of her eyes, Yukino clapped her hands: "My boyfriend is amazing!"

The frequency of wrist shaking had obviously increased, and even the noodles flew a little higher.

Yukinoshita Haruno began to showcase her acting talent, switching into praise mode.

So the pot of noodles bounced higher and higher, gradually approaching half a meter, and even after the side dishes were added, it showed no sign of decreasing.

More and more people gathered around, some exclaiming in surprise, while others began recording with their phones.

Stir-fried noodles are common, but it's rare to see a whole pan full of noodles that bounces half a meter high.

Until a girl stepped out of the crowd and walked to the stall.

"Are you frying noodles or performing acrobatics? And sister, what are you clapping for?"

Yukinoshita Haruno put down her clapping hands and tilted her head to whistle.

Nomiyama stopped tossing the wok, turned off the heat, and seemed unaware of what had just happened: "Yukinoshita, would you like some fried noodles? I just made them."

Hiratsuka Shizuka ignored them, simply picked up the disposable lunchbox and chopsticks she had prepared beforehand, and started picking them out of the pot.

Yukino Yukinoshita stared at him intently, finally saying helplessly, "I'll take one."

"Kazehaya is amazing," Kato Megumi praised him, standing beside him and starting to serve noodles.

"It's alright, actually it could go even higher, but that would feel a bit strange, so I'll pass." Nomiyama pondered.

"I see." Kato Megumi prepared a bowl of noodles and handed it to Yukinoshita. "Here you go, Yukinoshita-san, your noodles."

The atmosphere was quiet.

Nomiyama looked at the virtuous Megumi.

Hiratsuka Shizuka quietly stepped back, stuffing large mouthfuls of fried noodles into her mouth, and watched the show in silence.

Yukinoshita Haruno brought her own yakisoba to Shizuka's side and started eating noodles as well.

Eriri Sawamura silently picked out her portion, glanced at the three of them, and then ate her noodles while stepping back a little.

Yukino Yukinoshita stared blankly at the person standing next to her. What did that mean? Why was it you who packed the noodles and handed them to me like a stall owner's wife?

Kato Megumi quietly handed over the noodles, her expression indifferent.

This is the fried noodles you ordered yourself.

Nomiyama reached out and took the fried noodles: "There's too much. Yukinoshita doesn't have that much of an appetite. Give it to me."

He quickly packed a serving, handed it to Hui, and grinned, "It seems like it's been a long time since I've cooked noodles for Hui."

Kato Megumi looked at him for a while, then took the fried noodles: "Yeah, it's been a while, because Kazehaya is lazy."

"Then I'll make a bento for Megumi tomorrow." Nomiyama packed the remaining fried noodles into a lunchbox, put them into a plastic bag, untied his apron, waved his hand, and stepped back. "I can make any home-style dishes that Megumi likes."

"Okay," Kato Megumi replied softly.

Nomiyama, carrying a plastic bag in one hand and taking Yukinoshita's hand with the other, said, "Let's go practice the piano."

Beneath the snow, the snow remains indifferent and unmoved.

Nomiyama glanced at her, then swiftly scooped her up in his arms.

Many of the students who had been watching the fried noodles had already left, but some remained. They stared at the two famous people on campus; the timid ones gasped in surprise, while the bolder ones jeering.

Yukino Yukinoshita blushed instantly. She lowered her head, trying her best not to let her classmates see her face, in order to comfort herself that her classmates probably didn't know who she was.

She gritted her teeth: "Nomi Yamakaze, you're getting more and more shameless."

"Then I'll put you down." Nomiyama looked at the person who had buried his head in his chest and dared not show his face.

“No.” Yukino Yukinoshita refused.

Then she stopped keeping her head down, took a few deep breaths to suppress her shame, and peeked out.

She glanced silently at Kato Megumi.

Kato Megumi took a few deep breaths, her expression shifting.

Eriri Sawamura ate her noodles and followed silently.

Yukino glanced at the two who had left, then looked at the one who followed them as if nothing was amiss.

Brilliant! Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at the updates of the others, chewing her noodles with great enthusiasm.

Band 244, Secretly, Sisters

The music room actually has quite a few chairs, which are arranged at the back of the classroom and are rarely dusty, just like the musical instruments.

"It's probably for instruments that require sitting to play," Nomiyama thought, glancing over there.

He ate the fried noodles heartily, glancing occasionally at the person sitting next to him.

The two girls ate much more elegantly, simply picking up small portions from each other.

He reached out, pulled out a pack of tissues, and handed it to Eriri.

Eriri Sawamura took the tissue, pulled out one, wiped her lips, and continued eating.

Nomiyama stared at the fried noodles in his hand, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

It seems like the three of them haven't eaten together alone in a long time. The last time was back in the first year of high school, and the time before that was back in the third grade of elementary school...

Everything is changing. In elementary school, Eriri sat in the middle with Nomiyama and Yukinoshita on either side of her. In high school, Nomiyama sat alone with the other two at the other end. Now, Nomiyama sits in the middle with the other two on either side of him.

They seemed to have separated, their whispered conversations gone, yet they also seemed to remain friends, still accustomed to each other's presence.

It feels really weird.

Standing between the two, Nomiyama closed his lunchbox and threw it into the trash can.

He got up and walked to the piano by the wall.

"Is there any piece of music you'd like to hear? I'll play it for you."

Yukino Yukinoshita threw down her lunchbox without saying a word, only looking at Eriri.

As for music, she had already heard the other person play all the pieces she wanted to hear in the past few days, so she didn't have any ideas anymore; she was more curious about what Eriri would want to hear.

“Wedding in a Dream,” Eriri Sawamura blurted out.

The other two were stunned for a moment. Such a spontaneous term clearly indicated that the author had already prepared and chosen the piece, but what about this piece of music?

In terms of difficulty, "Wedding in a Dream" is a relatively easy piece to learn, only at the level of level four or five. It is simple and popular, and widely circulated. It can be heard in every street and alley, and more or less anyone who has had contact with the piano can play it.

But playing it well is not necessarily easy.

So-called piano masters often have their own rhythmic expression. Most importantly, they can use the black and white keys to convey emotions through musical notes.

Nomiyama was not a piano master; he was just a beginner. This beginner had an exaggerated talent that allowed him to make extremely difficult piano pieces flow smoothly.

But he was just following the script. Playing the piano is one thing, but having your own rhythm and using the piano to express emotions is another.

Rather than this kind of music, Nomiyama actually hoped that Eriri would play a line from "Flight of the Bumblebee." Well, mainly because that piece is played super fast, and it looks really cool just to watch it being played.

Sitting at the piano, Nomiyama briefly recalled the score before reaching out to touch the keys.

Yukino glanced at Eriri, then looked at the person who was about to play the piano.

Wedding in a Dream?

Nomiyama pressed the piano keys, and as his fingers moved, he suddenly started thinking about something else.

For example, the title of the piece "Wedding in a Dream"—"in a dream"? "Wedding"?

wedding?

How should a wedding be conducted...?

You had told Hui that in the future, their wedding would be held on the moon, where there would be no one there, and they could see the entire Earth and a perfect starry sky.

However, that will have to wait until I can retrieve the energy from the mountain without any worries; right now, the opportunity is still a bit lacking.

Then we need to think about Yukinoshita's side, and Eriri's side too.

Thinking about it this way, it seems like there's a lot to plan: Yang Nai's side, and also Miya Amane and Mai.

Hmm... six girlfriends already. If you include Sayuri, that makes seven...

Will you put seven 'marriage cards' in your drawer at home?

Yukino Yukinoshita squinted as she watched him inexplicably turn a slightly sad tune into a cheerful one.

Is this guy thinking something bad?

Eriri Sawamura listened quietly, her eyes closed, thinking about her future wedding.

Given his attitude and their current situations, if neither of them is willing to let go, some strange things might happen. For example, if I were to marry him, the choice of bridesmaids at the wedding would be something I would really need to think about.

Yukino and Megumi are her own bridesmaids?

Sawamura Eriri opened her eyes and looked at the space not far away beside her with shining eyes.

Nomiyama finished the last note and looked at the two of them: "How was it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly didn't want to answer him, so she remained silent.

"Not bad." Eriri Sawamura raised her lips, offering a slight compliment.

"Please say I played very well." Nomiyama said with a hint of pride, "I felt that my understanding of this piece had improved several levels just now."

"Brother-in-law, do you want to form a band with me?"