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Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

"Whatever you want."

Nomiyama ignored him. His ears twitched, he stopped, and looked at the diving shop not far away with a strange expression.

He turned around and began to instruct the two of them: "I'll go and bring the teacher out. Don't listen or look. Wait for me."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't understand, but she rarely heard him give stern and righteous admonitions, so she simply nodded with her back turned and said, "Okay."

Eriri Sawamura, on the other hand, simply didn't bother to think about it. She took Yukino's hand and walked towards the shore to look at the sea.

Nomiyama watched as the two of them sat on the shore watching the sea, took a deep breath, and walked towards the shop.

Pushing open the door, a deafening shout came from above, the smell of alcohol filled the air, and naked men stood with their arms around each other's shoulders; they weren't even wearing underwear.

Nomiyama's gaze swept over the most boisterous black-haired and long-haired girls, then he silently shifted his gaze to search for the man surnamed Natsume.

After taking a few steps, Nomiyama looked down at the man foaming at the ground, thought for a moment, picked up a trash can and placed it in front of him, then reached out and punched him.

"Wow!!!"

The man immediately regained consciousness and began vomiting violently while hugging the trash can.

Nomiyama looked up at the people at the dive shop who were staring at him with menacing expressions and explained, "I made an appointment with this person; he's my teacher."

Natsume Hiroki vomited violently until he finally came to his senses. After taking a few deep breaths, he propped himself up, looked at the person squatting in front of him, and frowned.

“It’s me, Nomiyama Kazehaya,” Nomiyama said softly. “Natsume-sensei, it’s been a long time.”

Hiroki Natsume's eyes lit up: "Kazehaya? You've grown so much!"

He stood up, turned around, and waved to the people in the store, explaining, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm just a student. I told you all before that I used to be a teacher, but you wouldn't believe me."

Nomiyama looked at his bare buttocks, and his eyelids twitched.

Don't tell me they don't believe it; I don't believe it myself either.

He took a deep breath and bowed to everyone: "Hello, I am Natsume-sensei's student, my name is Nomiyama Kazehaya. I apologize for bothering you all. I made an appointment a long time ago to come and visit Natsume-sensei."

"He's kind of good-looking." That's what a blond, muscular man said.

"She is indeed quite good-looking." This was said by the blond man.

"He has a presence that is no less than mine." This was said by the black-haired man.

"Very beautiful." This was said by a poor women's college student.

"She's prettier than that one over there." This was a short-haired female college student.

"I wonder what she would look like without it." This is a mature female college student.

Nomiyama silently took a step back: "Natsume-sensei, I'll wait for you outside."

He turned and walked outside. When he reached the door, he looked at the person following him and reminded him, "Teacher, you'd better put on some clothes."

Natsume Hiroki looked down, surprised: "Huh? When?"

Nomiyama pushed open the door, walked out of the shop, and headed towards them.

He pondered, his brow furrowed.

Yukino Yukinoshita heard footsteps, turned around to look at him, and noticed his furrowed brows. She frowned as well: "What happened?"

Nomiyama snapped out of his daze, glanced at the phantom of Megumi who seemed to be looking at him with the same curiosity, and rubbed his temples.

In the end, even his own fantasies avoided harm, so he went straight to the front.

"It's nothing, it's just that Natsume-sensei has changed a lot."

"The changes are quite significant?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked, puzzled.

Her gaze shifted to the gentle man running towards the three of them, and she became even more puzzled, unable to see any significant change in him.

Hiroki Natsume ran a few steps and stood a few meters away from them. Looking at his three students from many years ago, he smiled and said, "Long time no see, Kazehaya, Yukino, and Eriri."

Nomiyama nodded.

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled back: "Teacher, it's been a long time."

Eriri Sawamura, with one arm linked with Yukino's, raised the other hand and grinned broadly, "Teacher, it's been a long time."

Natsume Hiroki thought for a moment, then looked at his disciple who had the biggest appetite: "Barbecue?"

Nomiyama smiled slightly, thinking of a snowy night many years ago.

So he said, "You'd better bring enough money."

......

"It's good that the three of you came to see me. I was worried about when the three of you would finally make up." Natsume Hiroki looked at the three students and then grilled meat for them with peace of mind.

Nomiyama watched Eriri devour the meat, lowered his eyes, picked up a few slices of grilled meat and put them in the teacher's bowl: "Life is always a cycle, and after many years, when you look back, you find that you've just repeated your previous fate."

"You've started talking about philosophy instead." Natsume Hiroki shook his head with a smile, picking up a few slices of meat and placing them on the grill.

"He always pretends to know what he doesn't, teacher, you should get used to it." Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and put a few slices of meat into his bowl.

“Mmm.” Eriri Sawamura swallowed the meat. “He loves to pretend he knows a lot of things, but what he does most every day is just stare blankly into space.”

“I agree with that.” Natsume Hiroki flipped the meat over and sighed. “He used to daydream in my class every time. If it weren’t for his excellent grades, I would have started training him a long time ago.”

Nomiyama shrugged: "Who told me to get good grades?"

He took the bag, opened it, rummaged through it, and pulled out several bottles of wine, which he then placed on the table.

Tequila, XO brandy, vodka, Dillon whiskey, Red Star Erguotou.

"Here, this is a gift for you. You can take it home if you can't finish it."

Natsume Hiroki's eyes widened, then he smiled wryly: "You're only eighteen, you should at least wait a little longer."

Nomiyama rolled his eyes and reached out to uncap the whiskey bottle: "I only try it occasionally. I just traveled around the world with them, so I prepared some for you along the way. Don't think of me as a drunkard."

"Alright." Natsume Hiroki took the glass and accepted the wine that was poured for him.

Yukino Yukinoshita handed over her cup and shared a cup with him; Eriri Sawamura, while chewing, handed over her cup and shared a cup with him as well.

"You guys..." Natsume Hiroki looked at the person opposite him in confusion. His students had all become alcoholics? Including the most well-behaved Yukino?

"I'm happy today, so I'm having a drink with you, teacher." Yukino Yukinoshita maintained her smile.

"After all, it's rare to see each other again, and we don't know when the next time will be, so it's more important to be happy." Eriri Sawamura swallowed the meat and grinned.

Hiroki Natsume opened his mouth, then nodded with a smile: "That's true, it's rare to see each other again, we should always be happy."

He no longer cared about it, but instead raised his glass and shouted, "Cheers!!"

"Cheers!!" ×3

After swallowing a few sips of whiskey, Nomiyama picked up a slice of meat that Yukinoshita had brought him, chewed it, and asked, "Let's not talk about us, how have you been these past few years, teacher?"

Hiroki Natsume looked up and thought for a moment, then nodded: "Very good, probably even better than you imagined. I really like diving, and I also really like the people in the dive shop. I'll probably continue working in this field in the future."

Nomiyama flipped the meat slices on the grill, saying, "Teacher, you can ask me any questions. In a sense, I'm pretty good now."

Hiroki Natsume reached out and patted his head, laughing, "Don't do that. I don't want a bunch of people lying on the street and me having to clean up after you."

Yukino Yukinoshita placed a piece of meat on Eriri's plate and smiled, "Indeed, Nomiyama-kun's words are not to be trusted."

Nomiyama looked at her with displeasure: "Shouldn't you be speaking up for me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita placed a few slices of grilled meat on his plate: "Oh? What did you say?"

Hiroki Natsume simply smiled as he looked at the scene he had seen many times before.

While they weren't looking, Eriri Sawamura quietly peeled off a few slices of meat and put them into her own bowl.

“Speaking of which, teacher,” Nomiyama dipped the slice of meat in chili powder and asked the question he had been curious about, “what happened between you and your fiancée, that older sister? How did you break up?”

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped eating and looked away, while Eriri Sawamura paused chewing and looked away as well.

Hiroki Natsume paused for a moment, then picked up his wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and exhaled.

"It's actually just a pretty cliché story. She wanted me to leave Izu, go back to Chiba, or go to Tokyo to pursue greater opportunities, but I love Izu, that's all."

Nomiyama chewed the meat and swallowed: "What a pity."

Hiroki Natsume smiled and asked him, "Why is it a pity?"

Nomiyama recalled earnestly, "My teacher once told me to cherish the person who would give me the last piece of grilled meat, the last piece of ramen chashu. That older sister was the one who would give my teacher that last piece of meat, because I've seen it."

Natsume Hiroki was silent for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Who says otherwise? She's the one who will give me the last piece of meat."

He reached out, picked up the Red Star Erguotou, unscrewed it, and poured it into the glass: "So I'm the one who wronged her. I know all she wanted was the usual ambition a boyfriend should have, but I refused. I'm so pathetic that I want to spend the rest of my life here."

"But I don't regret it, I can't regret it, because the life I want to pursue is the life I am living now, and I must keep going firmly, instead of wallowing in self-pity and thinking about the past."

Nomiyama thought for a moment, nodded, took the bottle of Erguotou and poured some for himself and the others as well. After he finished, he raised his glass.

"Cheers to the teacher's free life!!"

"Cheers!!" ×3

The four of them tilted their heads back and, without hesitation, poured down the clear liquid, causing their stomachs to burn.

Yukino Yukinoshita put down her sake glass, flipped the grilled meat, picked it up, and put it into his bowl.

Eriri Sawamura looked at the piece of beef tongue that was still left in her bowl, picked it up, and put it into his bowl.

Natsume Hiroki ate his meat silently and watched silently, then turned his head to look at his disciple, who seemed to have only ever known how to eat meat and daydream since childhood.

......

"Hey, Kazehaya," Natsume Hiroki called out to him.

"Go ahead," Nomiyama said, taking his hand and helping him walk towards the shore.

"Keep going." Natsume Hiroki's eyes were hazy, and he seemed to be murmuring these words in a daze.

"Of course, teacher, I will do my best." Nomiyama smiled and helped him to the shore.

"If you can, don't live too hard." Natsume Hiroki let go of him and started vomiting while leaning against the roadblock.

"Yes, I will. More importantly, teacher, you should go back now." Nomiyama walked backward toward the yacht on the shore.

"Okay, goodbye. Remember to come back here often." Natsume Hiroki took a deep breath, stood up, and waved to them.

"Of course, Chiba isn't that far from here. Next time, I'll take you to try out our yacht."

Nomiyama laughed: "Oh captain, my captain!"

Turning around, Nomiyama faced the moonlight and walked towards the two people waiting for him on the boat.

Eriri Sawamura, leaning against the side of the boat, vomited profusely: "Yamato Nomi! I'm drunk!"

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and took the hand that he offered.

"Let's go back to Chiba."

267 The Yukinoshita Family, the Nomiyama Family, the Sawamura Family

"Nomiyama-kun, you've actually made a mistake."

"Ok?"

“For thousands and thousands of years, I am the one who cannot escape.” Yukino Yukinoshita took a few steps on the deck and sat down next to him.

"You can't escape it."

"I see." Nomiyama turned his head, looked at her still calm expression, and smiled. "Can't you be a little gentler at a time like this?"

"Oh, you don't like it?" Yukino Yukinoshita hugged her knees and looked at the lights on the distant shore.

"I like it, but it feels so scary. Yukinoshita-san has this obsessive feeling of wanting to drag me back from hell, which is quite frightening." Nomiyama smiled.

"It's good that you're scary. You can be even more afraid of me. If you give up so easily, I'll be very angry." Yukino Yukinoshita turned around and looked at him.

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "How did you find out?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the sea ahead: "How much do you think I know about you?"

She then asked, "Is it that your memory is returning?"

Nomiyama shook his head: "No, it hasn't recovered. It's just a little restless. I can feel those memories stirring, all of them are restless."

He reached out and grabbed the other person's hand, holding it to his side: "If anything unexpected happens, you might be needed to handle it."