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Kato Megumi scooped up some hot water and poured it over him. After rinsing him briefly, she paused for a moment, then gently embraced his back.

Nomiyama stopped abruptly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Kato Megumi lightly touched his cheek: "It's nothing, I just wanted to give you a hug."

Nomiyama reached out and took her hand: "It's not fair, I can't hug you from behind."

"Just bear with it, because you'll get your revenge by bullying people later anyway."

"Cough cough, it's clearly a two-way street, how is it bullying?"

"Because Kazehaya didn't get enough to eat." Kato Megumi let go of him and started foaming again.

She gently rubbed her back and casually mentioned something: "Last night, Yukinoshita said she wanted to build a hot spring pool in the yard."

Nomiyama nodded: "Hmm, doesn't Megumi like it?"

"No, I like her, but I feel like I should go with her tomorrow to buy some things."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"No, it's just a matter of making a trip."

At this point, Kato Megumi reached down with both hands and rubbed, "This area needs to be washed too, otherwise it won't be clean."

Nomiyama looked down, watching the area grow larger and larger as he rubbed it: "Um, Megumi."

He turned around, his breathing already heavy.

Kato Megumi rejected his request: "Let's go back to the room and do it."

"We need to clean it thoroughly first."

After saying those words softly, she lowered her head.

The 278th Date, Gong Yu, Xiao Baihe

"Good morning, it's time to get up and have breakfast." The voice was very soft.

Nomiyama's eyelids twitched, and he rolled over to lie face down: "Hmm..."

"I'll definitely do it next time..."

The owner of the voice was clearly somewhat helpless: "I'll get scolded by Yukinoshita-san if I do this."

Nomiyama arched his back, burying his head under the pillow, his voice muffled: "We'll talk about it when I wake up..."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Mount Nomi fell into a deep sleep.

......

Get up, stretch, and yawn.

Nomiyama stood on the floor and twisted his waist.

This is his own room. After making a fuss last night, the two of them took a shower again and then came here to sleep.

The sheets at the main place were indeed a bit damp, making it uncomfortable to sleep on, so we decided to move to another place and deal with the damp sheets the next day.

Nomiyama opened the wardrobe, put on his clothes, and thought about what happened that morning.

Hui seemed to have called him to get up and have breakfast.

Huh? I really don't want to get out of bed. When did I become so lazy? Or is this some kind of daily laziness buff for married men?

After stretching his body, he went into the washroom to take care of his hygiene.

I went downstairs and greeted the two people on the sofa.

"Good morning, Mai, senior."

"Good morning, junior." Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up at him, then continued typing on her notebook.

"Oh, my lazy husband is finally up. Congratulations!" Mai Sakurajima gave him a disdainful look. She was wearing pink pajamas, curled up on the sofa, and holding the remote control to change the TV screen.

"I always feel like I want to be lazy. Maybe it's because I'm married? I bet all married men are like me."

Nomiyama, without changing his expression, found a reason for himself. He walked to the sofa, then leaned back against Mai: "Where are they?"

Sakurajima Mai reached out and pulled him close, letting his head rest in her arms. She explained as she thought, "Yukino, Megumi, Eriri, and Haruno went out to buy stones and yukatas for the hot spring. Your three classmates chose to go home, since they're not as unsupervised as we are. As for Hiratsuka-sensei, she left early this morning, saying she needed to discuss with her family about teaching at Soubu High School again."

Nomiyama turned his head to face her, trying to draw energy: "Did you let Hiratsuka Shizuka take any of those miscellaneous bottles of sake with you?"

Mai Sakurajima nodded: "Yes, she seems very happy."

Nomiyama hummed in agreement, then asked, "What about you? Why didn't you come along to shop?"

Mai Sakurajima reached out and touched his head, ruffling his hair as she smiled. "I've been waiting for you, haven't I? There's some soup that Kei left for you in the kitchen. Should I cook noodles for you, or will you cook them yourself?"

Nomiyama took a deep breath, feeling that he was full of energy, and stood up: "I'll cook it myself."

Seeing him walk into the kitchen, Mai Sakurajima got up, humming a song, and headed towards her room.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up, glanced at the person walking into the house, then at the kitchen, lost in thought.

A moment later, she took out her phone and sent a message.

......

Dating is a term generally used by couples who are about to get married or are already in a relationship.

Yes, it's called a date when two people are about to get married; otherwise, it's usually called going out with friends.

"So what's the senior doing here?"

Nomiyama glanced at the two girls holding hands beside him and felt somewhat isolated.

Logically, at this moment, Mai should be holding his hand, and the two of them should be walking together through the not-so-pretty streets, breathing in car exhaust fumes, looking at the cherry blossoms they've seen for years, but feeling happy and content.

Now his girlfriend is hanging out with her best friend, and he's been left out in the cold.

"It's the editor. The editor asked me to go out, so I had to bother you two." Kasumigaoka Utaha patted the arm of the person next to her. "Mai, is it okay?"

Mai Sakurajima smiled: "Of course, it's actually great that Utaha is here, otherwise I would always be worried about my personal safety."

“How could my personal safety be a problem here?” Nomiyama muttered.

"It's because you're here that I'm worried, you super violent maniac." Sakurajima Mai glanced at him.

"No, no, that's going too far. You've always been the one putting me down," Nomiyama retorted.

"Oh? Isn't it because you like me stepping on you that I step on you?" Sakurajima Mai asked, puzzled.

"How could anyone possibly enjoy being stepped on?" Nomiyama retorted.

"Really? I remember when I wore the bunny girl outfit and stepped on it, someone was lying there looking excited." Mai Sakurajima pondered.

"Ahem." Kasumigaoka Utaha interrupted their increasingly marital-like conversation.

Nomiyama thought back to that hotel day and realized that he couldn't be blamed for it; anyone would be excited if they received that kind of massage.

But he also understood that this little bit of fun between the two of them couldn't be brought up in public, mainly because there was a third person present.

He turned his head and looked at his senior. She was wearing a light blue skirt today, unusually without black stockings.

She spoke, her voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Senior, how could you tell Mai that I'm a violent maniac?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at him and said in a nonchalant tone, "Junior, even if I didn't say it, you're a well-known violent maniac among Chiba students."

"You actually said that?"

"Hey? As my best friend, I should definitely say something about my best friend's boyfriend's shortcomings."

"Ugh, best friends are the scariest. They always seem to be picking on us. I wish the culture of best friends could just disappear."

“Kazehaya, even if the culture of best friends disappears, the problems won’t disappear,” Sakurajima Mai interjected. “I’ve known about your violent reputation since middle school, even if Utaha doesn’t mention it.”

"Actually, I don't care about the reputation of being a violent person. It's just that best friends are such strange creatures. For example, some best friends like to deliberately get close to their best friend's boyfriend, and then as soon as the boyfriend shows any ambiguous behavior, the best friend will quickly tattle, saying that the boyfriend is unfaithful and a bad person."

Nomiyama cleared his throat and imitated Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice: "Mai, your boyfriend has some strange thoughts about me. I suggest you break up with him."

Upon hearing another voice, Kasumigaoka Utaha, the girls stopped in their tracks and looked at him with strange expressions.

Nomiyama said nonchalantly, "My body works perfectly."

The three continued walking, passing by small shops and elementary school students on the street.

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly spoke up: "How do you know I did something like that?"

Nomiyama was shocked: "You actually did such a thing? That's wicked."

He paused for a moment, then frowned, puzzled: "I don't remember ever crossing the line."

Kasumigaoka Utaha shrugged: "So I'm not talking about my own relationship with my junior. I usually say: Mai, look at him, he's always flirting with other women. He's obviously not a good person. Break up with him."

Seeing his speechless expression, Mai Sakurajima suppressed a laugh and reached out to pat his shoulder: "Don't be afraid, boyfriend, I don't mind."

After saying that, she waved her hand and said, "And don't listen to what Shiyu said. She never said anything like that. Shiyu is the same. Don't try to fool my boyfriend. He's the one who makes the decisions at home."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and stopped talking. "My boyfriend is the boss at home," she said, "quite a clear declaration of his dominance."

Nomiyama thought Mai was talking nonsense, but he also felt that she wasn't talking nonsense. At least when it came to washing dishes, he was indeed the one in charge at home. He washed the dishes by himself. Oh, and he was also the one in charge of that aspect.

This is outrageous! A man's virility cannot be confined to the bedroom; he must also take control in other aspects of his life. From today onward, I shall take the reins! The Nomiyama family should have only one voice: Nomiyama Kazehaya!

"Boyfriend, I'm hungry."

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at Mai, who had broken away from her senior and put her arm around his. His eyes softened and he said, "Hmm, what do you want to eat? I'll find a restaurant."

Mai Sakurajima pointed to a certain spot: "That shop, the owner provides the ingredients, and then I cook for myself. My boyfriend cooks for me."

Nomiyama looked at the yakisoba shop and thought that there seemed to be something similar at the school's cultural festival a long time ago.

He agreed: "Okay."

The three of them walked in that direction.

Mai Sakurajima tugged at his clothes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "When you're stir-frying noodles, toss the wok a little higher."

Nomiyama glanced at her oversized sunglasses and baseball cap: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered if too many people gather around?"

Mai Sakurajima chuckled: "Don't worry, you won't be discovered. Just raise the price a bit, and I'll film it."

Nomiyama blinked: "Filming a video?"

Mai Sakurajima's smile widened.

"I took a picture and showed it to them. As for the caption, I thought about it and wrote: 'My boyfriend cooked noodles for me alone.'"

Nomiyama's gaze bypassed the increasingly pleased woman and went to the senior student beside her.

This person isn't eating?

Kasumigaoka Utaha met his gaze, took out her phone and waved it, her lips slightly moving.

I want to film too!

......

Nomiyama watched as her senior happily carried a takeout bowl of fried noodles to meet her editor, then turned to look at Mai, who was typing away on her phone with a cheerful expression, and realized that she might be a little sad when she got home today.

Hui probably won't say anything; she'll just wait until she's been subtly or overtly teased by the others before coming over to offer quiet comfort.

Yes, she will watch quietly, and then come over when she needs comfort.

Thinking about it this way, I find this little thought quite cute.

"Ah, it hurts."

Nomiyama looked down at his sneakers that had been stepped on.

The girl was wearing canvas shoes today, not the kind of leather shoes that are extremely damaging, so it shouldn't hurt this much, but the girl kept increasing the force.

"You're thinking about other people while you're on a date with me?"

Mai Sakurajima's smile was unusually gentle.

Nomiyama surrendered with his hands raised: "I'm thinking about the training I'll receive when I get home."

Mai Sakurajima took his arm and walked forward: "Just bear with it, you deserve it."

Nomiyama had no objection to this; he simply whispered a suggestion: "Mai will help me then, right?"

Mai Sakurajima considered her options: "It depends on the situation. I think I should take advantage of their misfortune."

"very scary."