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Kato Megumi's eyes widened slightly, and her emotions fluctuated: "How dare she?"

But she quickly realized what was happening and simply looked quietly at him, who didn't seem to have any problems at all.

Nomiyama blinked, then moved closer.

Kato Megumi took a step back, her expression unchanged: "Kazehaya, what do you want?"

Nomiyama looked up and glanced upstairs. He could tell that the three people were in his bedroom, right above him.

Speaking softly: "Hui..."

Kato Megumi understood his thoughts and turned to run.

Nomiyama grabbed her, pulled her back, and then kissed her.

During their embrace, a chill rushed into his body from upstairs, followed by a wave of heat.

Feeling the strange sensation of alternating hot and cold, Kato Megumi opened her eyes and glanced upwards.

When the other person tried to leave, she reached out, put her arm around him, and took the initiative.

You can't escape the trouble you caused.

Don Quixote, Chapter 249: The School Trip

Nomiyama yawned and quietly followed the three people in front of him.

I kissed Hui last night because I noticed her momentary disappointment, which I found rather endearing, so I couldn't resist.

The consequences were probably that he suffered sarcastic remarks from one person and physical violence from another. As for the last one, he was about to launch a night raid but was dragged away by his sister.

Well, it's rare for Yang to be scolded by his younger sister, like not disturbing the patients' rest.

Megumi probably noticed something was wrong with him while she was in the kitchen, but she didn't ask anything. She just said suddenly when she returned to her room, "Kazehaya, I'll get angry if you do this again."

In short, she's very cute.

"Xiaoxue! Xiaoli! Xiaohui!"

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at the pink-haired girl running from another street to the next table, his eyes filled with admiration.

I wonder what Yui eats every day to maintain her development. Also, she finally realized that she can't greet me first in front of these people anymore. That's commendable.

Yui Yuigahama bumped into the trio, then turned around and greeted the people behind her: "Hehe, Kazehaha."

"morning."

He gave a casual reply, while Nomiyama continued to think about various things, such as how Yui would only call out "Little X" when referring to a few people in the Service Club, and he wondered what that meant.

For example...

Turning his head, he glanced at the two neighboring tables on the other street, which were also approaching, and silently slowed his pace.

If six girls walk in front, he would be too conspicuous and ostentatious if he were too close.

"Good morning, good morning." Miura Yumiko casually turned around and greeted him.

"Good morning." Hina Ebina winked.

"Good morning." Nomiyama nodded, then continued to slow down and walk further away.

Yumiko confessed what happened in elementary school to Yukinoshita and thanked her for helping her out. Now the two seem to be able to talk to each other more easily, and Yukinoshita may already consider her a friend.

Friends Under the Snow...

Nomiyama twitched his lips and decided to stop thinking about it.

Of the three people sitting at the next table, he preferred spending time with Yui. She had a cute and innocent charm, like a girl next door. Unlike his good friend Hina, she wasn't full of gloom, nor did she wear her heart on her sleeve like Yumiko.

Although, Yui seems to have some strange little thoughts of her own.

In silence, he glanced again at the three people walking ahead at the next table, and no matter how he looked at them, he felt that there was something strangely twisted between them.

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled in response to Yumiko's question, and continued walking at her own pace. At one point, she turned her head and looked at the many people around her, and suddenly felt a feeling that was hard to describe.

That feeling is definitely not the excitement and joy of making a lot of friends.

The engine roared to life, and Nomiyama watched the red Aston Martin drive past, smacking his lips.

Hiratsuka Shizuka is rich, so I won't invite her to read the latest week of Jump next time. She never buys anything and just comes to freeload off me. Shameless.

However, she helped resolve the aftermath of this cultural festival, so fine, I'll let her watch it for another two weeks, just two weeks.

"The wind blows early."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Nomiyama looked at Megumi.

"I want some candy," Kato Megumi said softly.

"Oh, oh." Nomiyama jogged a few steps forward, patted his pocket, then paused and looked at the group of people whose eyes were all focused on him.

There are six people here, plus myself, that makes seven.

Thankfully, we brought enough.

One by one, Nomiyama unwrapped the candies, continuing to slow his pace and keep a distance from them.

"What did Kazehaya eat this time?" Kato Megumi continued.

Nomiyama took a bite of the candy, somewhat surprised: "Chocolate."

"Where's Eriri?" Kato Megumi continued to ask.

"Chocolate." Eriri Sawamura squinted slightly.

So his gaze continued to move, looking at the next person.

"Sugarcane." Yui Yuigahama smiled happily.

"It's purely sweet, which is great. The chocolate is a bit bitter," Nomiyama praised from behind.

"Durian?" Hina Ebina smiled.

“Chocolate,” Miura Yumiko replied.

Kato Megumi's gaze became more focused.

Eriri Sawamura tilted her head slightly.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been quiet all along, shifted her gaze to someone who was almost a friend of hers.

So that's where that awkward, disharmonious feeling came from.

Hina Ebina noticed the gazes were fixed on her, her eyes flickered, and she subtly shifted her position.

"Why are you all looking at me?" Miura Yumiko touched her face, puzzled and confused.

"Hehe, Kaze." Yui Yuigahama slowed down to walk beside him, rummaging in her shoulder bag. "I made cookies yesterday, do you want some?"

"No." Nomiyama refused decisively, "Sweet charcoal, it hurts my sense of taste."

"This one isn't sweet! I've tasted it!" Yui Yuigahama declared confidently.

"Oh, it means pure black charcoal, that's even worse."

"..."

......

In the afternoon, the Service Department.

Nomiyama bit off a piece of charcoal, chewed it, then took a cup of black tea and drank it.

He breathed a sigh of relief after he finished, wondering how that idiot could possibly eat such charcoal.

"Kazehaya, has your class decided where to go on your school trip?" Kato Megumi poured him another cup of black tea.

"A school trip? When did that happen?" Nomiyama took the tea, his eyes filled with confusion.

"He's been daydreaming in class again." Eriri Sawamura turned a page of her manga, too lazy to look at him.

"This is called making good use of leisure time." Nomiyama denied the claim that he was daydreaming.

"Forgive him, after all, he's a creature like Nomiyama-kun." Yukino Yukinoshita kept her eyes straight ahead, reading the book she had brought from his house.

"How come you suddenly forgave me? Are you going to go any further?" Nomiyama looked at her with displeasure.

"Oh, then I won't forgive you." Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him and looked away.

Unable to bear it any longer, Nomiyama stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards her.

Yukino Yukinoshita closed the book, stood up, and looked at him coldly.

You want to fight? You think this is still elementary school? Try beating me today.

"Oh, so you're going to be like you were in elementary school, rolling around on the floor hugging each other." Eriri Sawamura picked up Yukino's book, opened it, and mocked, "How come I didn't notice anything strange about you two back then? A boy and a girl, always rolling around on the floor hugging each other for no reason."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent for a while before sitting down without changing her expression and giving her explanation: "That's a ground technique I learned from my sister."

Nomiyama reminisced about the past, then turned to look at Yukinoshita's slightly red ear tips. Suppressing his pleasure, he looked at the book in Eriri's hand and changed the subject: "That's an English version. You've learned English?"

Eriri Sawamura glanced up at him, then looked down and continued flipping through the pages: "At least it's half my native language; I learned it during summer vacation."

"Impressive, impressive." Nomiyama returned to his chair.

"What book?" Kato Megumi blinked curiously.

Nomiyama took out his phone and asked about Hiratsuka Seishu's school trip. Upon hearing the question, he casually replied, "Don Quixote."

“Ah, I’ve seen it, the one who rushed towards the windmill,” Kato Megumi said.

“It should be a knight charging towards the monster.” Eriri Sawamura closed the book.

"She is an idealist who upholds the right path." Yukino Yukinoshita took a sip of black tea.

"My opinion is similar to Eriri's." Nomiyama turned off his phone.

"Oh? What does Nomiyama-kun think of him? Why did he rush towards the windmill?" Yukino Yukinoshita became interested and put down her teacup to look at him.

“First of all, he is a knight,” Nomiyama stated as a conclusion.

"In terms of mental outlook, yes." Yukino Yukinoshita recalled the book.

"In reality, that's also true." Nomiyama's expression became more serious.

“Go ahead,” Yukino Yukinoshita said, her expression equally serious.

Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes, turned away, and didn't bother to look at them.

Kato Megumi looked at him quietly as she spoke.

Nomiyama recalled the original work and continued to state his understanding: "He was a down-on-his-luck nobleman. He had a skinny horse, a tattered and rusty suit of armor, a helmet made from a barber's basin, an old shield, and a spear in his hand. Add to that the spirit of chivalry, and he had all the elements of a knight. He was a knight, no matter where he was."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then continued with the question: "Why did he rush towards the windmill?"

Nomiyama exclaimed, "Because he saw the monster, he was a knight. And a knight is someone who must rush towards the monster to protect the four directions. The monster was there, so he had to go, otherwise he wouldn't be a knight."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the book and stared at the thin knight on the cover, lost in thought.

Eriri Sawamura stretched out her hand, gazing thoughtfully at the shimmering light on her palm that represented her British knightly lineage.

Seeing the rare look of admiration on his face, Kato Megumi smiled and poured him another cup of black tea.

Nomiyama looked intently at the person who was still deep in thought and uttered his final words.

"It was inevitable that he would rush towards the windmill monster, just like it was inevitable that I would like you."

Eriri Sawamura clenched her fist, and a spear formed of light appeared, which she hurled straight at him.

Kato Megumi stepped on it, her tone shifting, her emotions clearly showing: "After going through all this trouble, the wind was only meant to say this one thing."

Yukino Yukinoshita's thoughts were interrupted by his words, and a wave of heat rushed to her face. She could only rub the hem of her skirt and lower her head.

Nomiyama caught the spear of light with his forehead, then clutched his head, saying, "Don't hit me, don't hit me! That's how I fell in love with you guys too."

Then Yukino Yukinoshita raised her head.

She stood up, clenched her fists, and silently adjusted her physical condition to its best.

Nomiyama sensed the most intense malice, stepped back, overturned his chair, and ran away.

......

"Eri, do you want to hear some gossip?"