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When they said this, they were already in Kyoto, their destination on their school trip.

"What gossip has piqued your interest so much?" Eriri Sawamura asked, puzzled.

Kato Megumi silently offered him an unfinished steamed bun.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, took a bite, chewed a couple of times, swallowed, and licked his lips. He was still savoring the memory of Hui's fingers brushing against his mouth when he bit into the bun...

Kato Megumi blushed slightly and put her hands behind her back.

Eriri Sawamura, seeing the two of them, gritted her teeth, stretched out her foot, and kicked: "Speak up!"

"Oh, oh." Nomiyama snapped out of his daze, rubbing his chin as he pondered where to begin.

His gaze paused, then he looked at another long line of students walking down the street ahead, and waved his hand: "Yukinoshita!!!"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him sideways and quickened her pace. As long as she didn't go over there, it wasn't like he was calling her.

Then someone shouted again, "Yukino Yukinoshita!!!"

Stopping in her tracks, Yukino Yukinoshita explained to her teacher and classmates with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, I have some things to take care of temporarily."

The teacher simply smiled understandingly: "It's alright, Yukinoshita, just go ahead. There's nothing else going on. I'll let you know if there are any class arrangements."

Yukino Yukinoshita was just about to nod in agreement.

"Yeah, hurry up and go, don't keep Nomiyama-kun waiting too long."

"Yukinoshita-san, you must do your best! You can't lose to Sakurajima Mai."

"And you absolutely must not lose to Sawamura from Class C. I've always believed in Yukinoshita; you're the pride of Class J."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked blank. What did this strange sense of class honor mean?

Nomiyama strolled along until Yukinoshita approached, her face radiating coldness. He preemptively spoke: "Yukinoshita, want to hear some gossip? It's quite interesting."

Yukino Yukinoshita's imposing manner vanished, and she frowned as she looked at him.

"Hehe, it's gossip about that guy Hayama, I guarantee it'll be very interesting."

Yukino's momentum subsided a bit, and she stopped in place, pondering the gossip her classmates had been talking about lately.

Nomiyama quickened his pace, walked to her side, and reached out to touch her: "First-hand news, it just happened today, it's super interesting."

Kato Emi stood silently beside him, waiting quietly for what would happen next.

Eriri Sawamura was a little slow to react. After seeing that there were people on both sides of him, she gritted her teeth and went to Yukino's side.

Yukino Yukinoshita turned and walked away, uttering only one word: "Speak."

Nomiyama chuckled twice, then said, "Hayama got beaten up, and by a girl no less."

Eriri Sawamura, standing at the very edge, gaped in disbelief: "Hayama Hayato got beaten up by a girl?"

Yukino Yukinoshita showed no surprise, only a cold expression: "He deserved to be beaten a long time ago."

Kato Megumi glanced at the three of them, but didn't intend to interrupt; she simply ate her bun quietly.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at Yukino and him, then pursed her lips slightly.

The reason they separated was mostly due to their own actions; Hayato Hayama was merely the catalyst. However, they didn't want to acknowledge their own fault, so they all blamed Hayato Hayama.

Nomiyama made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude: "Doesn't that guy have a few good friends? One of them, Yamato, has a girlfriend."

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned: "What does it have to do with him that his friend is dating?"

Nomiyama snapped his fingers: "That's the coincidence. A while ago, Hayama was depressed after being hit hard by Haruno, so he practiced soccer on the field until he was covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked. Then he sat on the sidelines looking sad."

"Yamato values ​​Hayama a lot. Maybe he cares about Hayama's feelings as a friend, or maybe he has other thoughts. Who knows? Anyway, he accompanied Hayama to practice that day, and at the end, he talked to Hayama at the edge of the court. He was probably comforting him?"

“This is a very common thing,” Yukino Yukinoshita said.

“So the unusual thing is what happened next.” Nomiyama’s smile widened. “Perhaps Hayama was in a really bad mood at the time, or perhaps he was deeply moved by Yamato’s comfort, and he hugged Yamato.”

"Of course, boys hugging each other isn't a problem, but Hayama is different. I remember he received love letters from boys since elementary school. The biggest surprise this time is that a boy recorded a video of him hugging Yamato and uploaded it to the school network today."

"Tsk, two young men are embracing, one handsome and the other muscular, their clothes are soaked, the setting sun shines on them, the world becomes their backdrop, and the guy's headline is 'Why am I not on the other side of Hayama!'"

Nomiyama's voice became even more cheerful: "When Yamato's girlfriend came by train today, she came straight to our carriage and started scratching us as soon as she saw us. Hayama was scratched all over."

"Wait a minute, I have a video, it was really exciting."

Nomiyama took out his phone and started looking through the videos he had taken of the show he watched that day.

So the four heads came together.

In the video, the girl walks up to Ye Shan, who smiles and is about to say something when the girl reaches out and scratches him.

The person taking the photo even gave a playful "Wow!"

"Boring." Yukino Yukinoshita turned away and stopped looking.

"If you're so bored, at least shut your smile," Nomiyama thought to himself, silently despising her dishonesty.

"That's all there is to it." Nomiyama put away his phone.

"I see." Kato Megumi didn't care about the unfamiliar Hayama Hayato classmate, and simply reached out to hand over the meat bun she had already eaten halfway through.

Nomiyama opened his mouth and bit down, and then bit down on Megumi's finger as well.

Then he stopped chewing and looked up to meet Yukinoshita's gaze.

Kato Megumi quietly moved to the side, and Sawamura Eriri followed her, preparing to eat two steamed buns.

Nomiyama shifted his feet, preparing to dodge the attack.

"It's hopeless." Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head, turned around and continued walking forward.

Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched, and he followed up: "What do you mean 'hopeless'?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "You're hopeless."

"So what do you mean by 'hopeless'?"

"Nomiyama-kun is beyond saving; he'll probably become a useless creature that can be played with by women."

Nomiyama stopped moving and fell silent.

After a while, he looked at the girl who had stopped and was waiting for him. A certain atmosphere was flowing in the wind. His eyebrows were melancholy and his voice was filled with sorrow: "I never thought that my fate would just be toyed with by Yukinoshita-san."

He lowered his eyes, then his expression gradually became pleading as he looked at her and said, "Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

Yukino Yukinoshita drew her whip and lashed out.

Nomiyama dodged and ran away.

Without a second thought, Yukino followed with a cold expression.

"Wow, they're fighting! They're fighting!" Eriri Sawamura munched on her bun, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening. She simply asked the person next to her, "Megumi, what are we going to eat later?"

Kato Megumi thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I'm not familiar with this place. Let's wait for Kazehaya to decide. He's probably memorized the map."

“Okay.” Eriri Sawamura glanced at the two running further and further away and frowned.

"Could they be deliberately keeping their distance from us?"

Upon hearing this, Kato Megumi frowned.

Diary of Snowy Evening (250)

When Nomiyama realized that Yukinoshita hadn't followed, he went back to find her and found her suffering from decision-making difficulties, caught in a dilemma.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like a little girl on a summer's day, staring at the small pudding and the big pudding in the refrigerator, unable to choose.

Nomiyama walked up to her, glanced at the shop window, and understood why she was acting this way.

White scarf with black cat design, black scarf with white cat design.

In the world beneath the snow, anything that is associated with the word "cat" is a cat.

"Can't we have both? There are two of us."

Nomiyama took her hand and led her into the store.

Yukino Yukinoshita followed him with small, quick steps, her brows still furrowed with worry: "I'm thinking about how to divide it."

Without a second thought, Nomiyama said, "The white cat with a black background is for you, and the black cat with a white background is for me."

Yukino Yukinoshita squeezed his hand, indicating why.

"Snow is mostly white, so black can be used as an accent. Too much black doesn't feel right."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at the person in front of her. He let go of her hand and was taking off the white scarf with black cat on it, pulling and tugging at it as if he was testing the material's strength.

She took a step forward, reached out, took the scarf from his hand, and kneaded it.

"It's so thick, it should be very warm."

"I think so," he said.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the scarf on her hand, which was mostly stained white, and her eyes flickered slightly.

A few years ago, I gave him two scarves, both pure black, because I felt that his most striking feature was his pair of jet-black eyes.

"Wild mushroom, bow your head."

"Ok?"

Yukino Yukinoshita wrapped her arms around his neck, and also took the opportunity to tie her scarf around his neck, then wrapped it around his neck again.

Taking a step back, she looked at it carefully and nodded: "It matches well."

Nomiyama touched the dangling scarf, somewhat curiously: "You don't like white anymore?"

Yukino Yukinoshita turned around and took off another black and white cat: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I want more black right now."

Nomiyama looked down at the large white fabric wrapped around her neck and understood what she was thinking.

If white and black were his interpretation of each other, then now it is that Yukinoshita has dyed him with her own colors, and to a large extent.

"Yukinoshita-san, aren't you a little...?"

Yukino Yukinoshita paused, then turned around, preparing to hang the scarf back up: "I'm not buying it."

"No, no, no." Nomiyama pulled her towards the cashier. "I like this white scarf. I have to buy it. I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't."

Yukino Yukinoshita said with a serious expression, "You'd better be serious."

Nomiyama glanced back at her fingers as she rubbed the hem of her clothes, and nodded earnestly: "Seriously, a hundred percent seriously."

"One thousand."

"You're so greedy, Yukinoshita-san."

"Oh?"

"Okay, okay! A thousand times over! Don't step on them! These are brand new shoes!"

I'll buy you a pair later.

"Wealth and status cannot..."

Five pairs.

"Please use more force."

"Oh."

......

Soubu High School's school trip this year is to Arashiyama, a famous scenic area in Kyoto.

The most famous sites are probably Tenryu-ji Temple, the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, and Togetsukyo Bridge.

Nomiyama sat on a rock by the river, glanced at the Togetsukyo Bridge not far away, then swept his gaze over the red maple leaves on the opposite bank, and softly exclaimed, "It's quite beautiful."

Yukino Yukinoshita stood not far from him, also looking at the red maple leaves covering the mountains on the opposite bank. After hearing his words, she replied, "The autumn scenery here in Arashiyama is indeed spectacular."

Nomiyama felt the fishing rod remain motionless, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pull up another Palu ball.

His expression turned somewhat strange. Ever since he learned that the Palu ball was a promise or a request he had to fulfill, he had been struggling with something.

Even if my past self made such a promise, now that I've lost all my memories, does that thing still really work...?

Moreover, it seems that if one is unwilling, one can casually slap the Palu ball away.

Didn't my past self ever think of rebelling? Or deliberately send out a promise?