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Is it just that Xuewan keeps failing... or is it that her chances were ridiculously low in the past?

"What are you looking at?" Yukino Yukinoshita caught the Palkia and, too lazy to put it away, threw it directly at his forehead.

Nomiyama glanced at the rebounding ball that had fallen into the water, then stopped thinking about it and said, "I remember there's a pretty famous song about Togetsukyo Bridge."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment: "Thinking of You at Togetsukyo Bridge?"

Nomiyama nodded: "Yes, it's a theme song from a Detective Conan movie."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "Is Nomiyama-kun going to sing for me?"

Nomiyama shook his head in denial: "I wanted to make a deal with you."

"Oh, you tell me, I'll consider whether I agree or not."

"Play the violin version for me sometime later."

"I reluctantly agreed."

Nomiyama turned his head and looked again at his motionless fishing line: "I'm not singing anymore."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled slightly: "I want a piano duet."

"Ahem." Nomiyama cleared his throat and then remained silent for a moment.

Love songs that express longing for someone still require some emotional build-up.

"The two people nestled together overlap with your silhouette."

My longing drifts away on the transparent wind.

The warmth of your palm

Now time has stopped.

What time was that day?

I will never forget your words.

......

I have never stopped missing you

I have never stopped missing you.

As the final notes of the song faded, a pull came from Yukino Yukinoshita's palm.

Her expression shifted slightly, she raised the fishing rod, pulled the object from the water up, and held it in her palm.

After glancing down twice, she looked at the puzzled person, her tone slightly tinged with emotion.

"Yomiyama-jun, it seems you didn't sing this song for me."

Nomiyama's eyes widened: "Innocent, completely innocent! I was definitely thinking about the song you were singing just now."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him for a while, then looked down at the notebook in her hand: "Then what is the meaning of this diary that suddenly appeared?"

"Diary?" The fishing rod was thrown aside.

Nomiyama appeared beside her in the blink of an eye and looked down at the diary in her hand.

"Her?"

"Ah."

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed his eagerness but said nothing, simply handing him the diary: "Here you go, you probably need this more."

Nomiyama reached out and took it, glanced at her, and nodded: "Mm."

Then he opened his diary and said, "Let's read it together."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped in her tracks as she was about to leave, glanced at him, and hesitated slightly.

Nomiyama took a step closer to her and turned the page.

Yukino's curious gaze finally fell upon it.

The first page.

My name is Xuexia Xuewan. By the time you see this, I will already be dead...

They looked up, exchanged a glance, and were both puzzled.

With inexplicable emotions, Nomiyama turned to the second page.

[I set up a spell on his mountain. After he disperses and becomes a mortal, the spell will take effect, gathering and collecting the energy and memories he abandoned as his last means of self-protection.]

[Unless absolutely necessary, you need to stop him from going up the mountain. The infusion of tens of thousands of years of memories will rewrite his current state, and he will revert to his divine nature.]

[But determination is nothing more than a slave to memory.]

Nomiyama's expression was complicated. He turned the page again, but it was now blank.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at him, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Nomiyama-kun..."

"No, unless she is resurrected, there is nothing in this world that can threaten me." His expression was a little strange as he looked at her. "The only one who can threaten me is you. You seem to have an extraordinary talent for cultivation. You might even reach her level."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then reached out and took the diary: "This is my personal reminder to you, senpai, so that you won't be so curious as to run into that mountain to play, like curiosity killed the cat or something."

Nomiyama glanced at his free hand, then at the diary in her hand: "Um..."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"That, the diary..."

"Oh, it was a gift from you, senior. Why is it?"

"Yukino Yukinoshita, please don't..."

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed his collar, interrupting him, and pulled his head down, bringing it close to hers.

Kiss him, lick him lightly, nibble at him gently, then let go and look at him.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, looked at her with her ears turning red, mumbled some unintelligible words, and turned back to sit on his rock.

He reached out and lifted the fishing rod again, gazing at the lake, trying to calm his racing heart.

If Yukinoshita were to reveal her assertive side and demand physical intimacy from him, then...

I really couldn't refuse.

As for the diary entry about not going up the mountain, he realized or sensed the problem from the beginning; there was something ominous in the mountains.

They've all gone down the mountain, how could they go back? How could someone who has left the secular world possibly become a monk again?

However, Yukinoshita is in a bit of a problem. If she keeps doing this every time, I feel like I'll be completely under her thumb. I need to think of a way out. Oh no, I always have a way out, but I haven't used it much lately.

They are interactive; what works for him works for her in turn.

Turning his head, Nomiyama looked over there, thinking that next time something happened, he would kiss her first to make her blush, and then make his request.

"hiss."

Nomiyama subconsciously inhaled.

He looked at the dozen or so notebooks piled up beside the other person, and his expression gradually became uncontrollable.

"How come there are so many diaries?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, reached out, and collected all the diaries she had fished up. She tried to keep a calm expression and casually said, "I don't know, maybe you like writing diaries."

Nomiyama threw down his fishing rod again, got up, and walked over there: "Um..."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him sideways: "Don't think about it, these were all left to me by my senior."

Then Nomiyama remembered his earlier thought.

He took a few steps forward, met her puzzled expression, grabbed her wrist, put his arm around her, and lowered his head.

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes widened instantly.

"Mmm...uh..."

There was almost no struggle; she quickly closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and tried to respond to him.

They separated from each other when their breathing became slightly heavier.

Nomiyama held her still and said softly, "Give me the diary."

Yukino reached out from his arms and a notebook appeared in her palm.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of annoyance, shyness, and certainty: "One book. If you do this again, I won't give you a single one."

Knowing when to stop, Nomiyama took the book and casually asked, "What about the others?"

Yukino Yukinoshita pushed him away, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart: "Let's see how Nomiyama-kun performs."

"Oh." Nomiyama didn't take it to heart. Next time, he'd kiss her again; one kiss wasn't enough, so he'd kiss her twice.

He lowered his head and opened his diary in front of her, turning to the first page.

My name is Xuexia Xuewan. By the time you see this, I will already be dead...

Rolling his eyes, Nomiyama lifted the paper and looked at the second page.

I lifted his yukata when he wasn't looking today, and it was huge!

Nomiyama remained silent.

Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned for a moment, then her face quickly turned red.

Nomiyama handed over the notebook, expressionless: "Here, keep this one."

Yukino Yukinoshita quickly took a few steps back, her gaze sweeping over the notebook, then casually glancing down at his lower body, before finally settling on his face: "No."

Nomiyama silently put it away; if he didn't want it, he didn't want it.

But isn't Xuewan a bit too much of a scoundrel? He'll probably get beaten up by himself.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment they were both speechless.

"Why are you two fishing by the river during your school trip?"

Eriri Sawamura stood on the road, looking at the two people on the riverbank, and complained, "Even if you caught some fish, there's no way you can light a fire in a place like this."

Nomiyama picked up the fishing rod and tossed it to Yukino: "Fishing skills are honed over time. As long as I practice hard, one day I will become the best in Chiba."

Kato Megumi calmly responded to his statement: "Kazehaya could never beat me even if he trained his whole life."

Yukino Yukinoshita took his fishing rod, put it away along with her own, and then walked towards Eriri: "The Air Force is daydreaming again."

Nomiyama glanced at them and said no more.

Whatever, you'll just be feeding the fish you catch anyway.

Sawamura Eri nudged him and asked, "Hey, what's for lunch?"

Nomiyama shifted his gaze, sweeping across the shopping street: "Hot pot, let's go. I haven't had hot pot in ages."

Eriri Sawamura agreed, "Okay."

“Compared to lunch,” Kato Megumi slowed her pace and reached out to tug at his new scarf, “I don’t have a winter scarf yet, Kazehaya.”

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced over there and smiled, "Does Kato-kun want a scarf? I'll get you one later."

"Ahem, I'll do it. I've always prepared Megumi's winter scarf in previous years, so this year can't be an exception." Nomiyama reached out and tugged at Eriri. "Do you want one?"

"You mean, in previous years?" Eriri Sawamura slowed her pace, turned to look at him, and her expression gradually became uncontrollable as she thought of the years when she had never received a scarf.

......

This time, Soubu High School's school trip was a group activity for the class. Although Nomiyama wasn't particularly interested in groups, he wouldn't deliberately leave the class to do anything.

He simply walked alone at the back of his classmates, quietly eating the large cup of oden he had bought.

In the bamboo forest of Arashiyama, the straight and densely packed wild bamboo grows, blocking out the sky, and then a path is opened up in the bamboo forest.

It was already evening, the sky was getting dark, and the lanterns on both sides of the road were lit, giving the bamboo path an indescribable atmosphere.

Nomiyama was too lazy to think about what atmosphere and romance were; he just bit into a piece of bamboo shoot from the oden and chewed it.

In a sense, he actually quite liked standing behind his classmates.