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"Explaining things clearly involves recalling too much, which inevitably leads to feelings of sadness. Senior, cheer up, life isn't worth it." Nomiyama handed over the milk tea and smiled.

"Junior is too rigid when it comes to talking nonsense, unlike Senior Haruno." Kasumigaoka Utaha took her cup, teasing the person opposite her, and silently guessing the story in her mind based on their previous conversation.

"Yang is a born liar, it's a good thing she's better off." Nomiyama walked forward and casually asked, "Is there any book you'd like to buy this time, senior?"

"The complete Harry Potter series." Kasumigaoka Utaha was well-prepared.

"Wow! Great taste! I love it." Nomiyama's eyes lit up, then he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that you hadn't read it, senior."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment: "Every time I want to read it, I get distracted by other books, and I keep putting it off until now."

"I feel like I need to buy a set too. I've seen the one in my study, but it's a translated version, and it doesn't feel as comfortable to read as the English version." Nomiyama swallowed his milk tea.

He took a few steps and asked, "How's your light novel coming along? Which volume is it up to now?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed: "Volume 6."

"Huh? Isn't that the book I published when I left?"

"Yes, I haven't updated for over a year."

Nomiyama gasped, "Is Senpai a devil? The readers will kill you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him wistfully: "I don't know how to fall in love, so I've just been staying put."

Nomiyama said in a serious tone: "Senior is exceptionally talented. She can definitely overcome her mere dating experience with her imagination."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but why don't you believe in yourself?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Senior, you're being really mean."

"Huh? I was clearly just agreeing with what my junior said."

......

"Humans are highly purposeful creatures; their actions are often driven by some purpose and desire." Nomiyama opened a book and read the title page.

"For example?" Kasumigaoka Utaha responded to him.

"For example, we read either to pass the time or for the comfort of reading. If we are sensitive enough, we will also try to get close to the author's thoughts and soul through words."

“Junior, you’ve done a lot of research.” Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the book in his hand, which was titled “On the Composition of Books.”

Nomiyama noticed the gaze, glanced at the book in his hand, and calmly put it down: "You know, Eriri is a doujinshi artist, so I need to know about her to avoid being unable to participate in her creations later."

He picked up the next book: "What is the purpose of your reading, senior?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at the words on the title page and opened the table of contents: "It's just simple liking."

Nomiyama looked at his senior: "I read because I like it. Your answer is more interesting than mine. Next time Yukinoshita asks me this question, I'll answer her like this."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at his book, "On One Hundred Postures".

Nomiyama calmly put down his book: "You know, it's always good to have more skills. I'm exceptionally talented, so learning is always easy for me. It's never a bad thing to learn more."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned another page and asked, "Junior, would the person you want to save put themselves in danger?"

Nomiyama said frankly, "It's dangerous because it's an unknown that even I don't know."

"Even so, you should still go to save them?"

"need."

"Why not? You already have a wonderful life."

"If everything were valued, there would be no trolley problem in the world. We would just need to run over one person, because even in terms of weight, the majority would be heavier than the minority."

Even if we might lose so much?

"Because there are some things that you have to do to stay alive."

"Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill?"

"similar."

"Junior, you're really impulsive."

"I can't have everything, because I'm human, and humans have gains and losses. All I can do is give my all for what's in front of me, and the result is the result of my best efforts. That's enough."

"So what's troubling the junior?"

"time."

Nomiyama turned to look at his senior, his expression calm: "There is a thousand years between me and her who died."

Kasumigaoka Utaha heard the passage of a thousand years and whispered, "It's fifty of me."

She subconsciously reached out and placed her hand on his face, gently stroking it: "Actually, I still don't understand why you had to save her. Aren't you already happy enough?"

Nomiyama didn't remove the hand from his face. Perhaps he really needed some comfort at this moment. His expression remained calm: "Senior, I'm a greedy person. I hope that everything can be satisfied. Not just one thing, but everything. If I can't, it will lead to incompleteness, incompleteness in life, and incompleteness in the soul."

“My memories will gradually return, and one day I will remember everything about her. I will go back and forth in my memory, realizing time and time again that she is dead. However, what is hateful is that by then, no one will be able to kill me, and I will no longer be able to commit suicide. I will live on with this shameful, pathetic, and incomplete happiness.”

"It torments me, and it torments them too."

Nomiyama reached out, grabbed his senior's hand, and slowly let go, raising an eyebrow.

"The simplest reason is that I like her, so of course I have to save her."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. It's always a heavy topic to discuss." Nomiyama turned and walked into the bookstore.

Kasumigaoka Utaha recalled all his previous expressions, and finally looked down at her own palm.

Hmm, it seems a bit strange now, but it's true, my junior's face felt quite comfortable to touch.

"Besides Harry Potter, is there any other book you'd like to buy, junior?" Kasumigaoka Utaha followed, her eyes scanning the surrounding bookshelves.

“The Little Prince,” Nomiyama replied quickly.

"Huh? Didn't I give a copy to my junior?" Kasumigaoka Utaha feigned surprise.

"It was bombed, and there's no trace of its remains." Nomiyama pulled out "The Little Prince" and put it in his pocket.

"How could my junior not appreciate my gift at all..." Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice was softer.

When Nomiyama turned around, his house had been bombed. There was no point in talking about cherishing or not cherishing it anymore.

"Shall we have lunch together?" Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled. "I can't just leave without saying anything, can I? I've kept all the gifts from my junior very carefully."

Nomiyama shook his head: "Eri is still at home, I have to cook for her."

Kasumigaoka Utaha had already thought of this, and waved her phone, saying, "Don't worry, Mai and the others have already gone home."

Nomiyama thought of the chickens that had been poisoned and realized that going back now was not a good choice: "Okay, what would you like to eat, Senpai?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes lit up, and she took out her phone to start searching for nearby restaurants.

Seeing her senior's expression, Nomiyama hesitated for a moment and asked, "How about I decide? I've actually memorized almost all the good restaurants in Chiba."

With the phone screen off, Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you to say that, junior."

Nomiyama shrugged, glanced at the bookshelf, and saw no English version of Harry Potter.

"Tsk, I'll try a different bookstore next time."

“Well, that happens occasionally.” Kasumigaoka Utaha reached out and picked up several translated books.

Nomiyama glanced at her and held out his hand: "I curse him to not sell a single book tomorrow."

Kasumigaoka Utaha placed the book in his hands, unable to suppress a laugh: "Junior, you're really petty. Of course, I'm cursing him to close down."

"That would be too vicious."

......

"Little Wind!! Little Wind!!!"

Little Wind?

Nomiyama turned around, carrying a large plastic bag.

It was wobbling and swaying.

That's great, Yui is still as energetic as ever.

My head was suddenly suffocated, and someone jumped on me.

"Xiao Feng! Long time no see!"

"Long time no see," Nomiyama replied in a muffled voice. "There are a lot of people here, come down."

Yuigahama Yui realized what he had said, blushed, let go, and her fingers stood awkwardly to the side: "Um, it's been a long time, well..."

Nomiyama expressed his understanding: "Yes, Yui is still very energetic."

He looked at the person who reached out to hug him, put down the plastic bag, opened his arms, and gently embraced them: "Hime, it's been a long time."

Hina Ebina gave a light hug, stepped back, and smiled faintly: "It has indeed been a long time."

Nomiyama finally looked at the blonde girl who seemed hesitant to speak, and after a moment's thought, he opened his arms.

"Yumiko, it's been a long time."

Yumiko Miura took a step forward, then stopped and turned her head away.

"Don't touch me if we're not close."

There's nothing new under the 276th starry sky.

Understanding a person often begins with what others say, which can easily lead to inaccuracies.

Miura Yumiko had heard about him from others for many years, listening to his ever-changing image, flowing like water, yet never quite settling on a real stone.

Finally, they had the opportunity to become friends. She no longer learned about him from others, taking their close relationship for granted, and thought she had finally seen his true self.

Then he just suddenly ran away, without saying a word, to the ends of the earth.

He has changed again; the lurking, stabbing feeling is gone, and his eyes are as peaceful and docile as a domesticated cat.

However, this change has nothing to do with me; I am merely an observer.

Yumiko Miura stopped in her tracks.

She didn't want to move forward anymore. Even if she liked something, it should have an end. She wanted to stop here.

"Yumiko, it's been a long time."

A familiar voice rang out.

Yumiko Miura subconsciously took a step forward, then stopped again.

No, it's not fun around him at all.

My body was gently embraced, a very light embrace, the kind of gentle hug used when friends meet again to express closeness.

Yumiko Miura moved her hand.

She didn't want to hug him back; she wanted to slap him and ask him what he had been doing, but she also knew that friends shouldn't act so drastically.

The hug was short; after only a few moments, the other person would let go and turn away.

Miura Yumi strikes again.

This time she hugged him tightly, her arms around his waist, her head buried in his neck and shoulders, refusing to look up.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Nomiyama was slightly taken aback, then his expression softened a bit, but he did nothing, just stood there quietly, waiting for the other person to finish venting his emotions.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was also stunned.

Wait, wait, aren't you supposed to be friends? Why are you hugging her and won't let go?

Yui Yuigahama blinked, secretly observing.

Hina Ebina looked at the girl who was silently sobbing and smiled as she took out a tissue from her small bag.

Wait a while, until the other person's movements gradually subsided and only their warm breath remained, Nomiyama turned his head and looked towards Himeko.

look at each other.

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