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Her ears twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes.

Beside her, Eriri Sawamura's gaze shifted to the second floor.

Yukinoshita, who had been lying on the edge, splashing water with her feet, stopped moving.

Mai Sakurajima looked up, curiosity in her eyes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze swept over the people around her, and she began to sense that something was amiss.

Nomiyama raised the corners of his mouth slightly and uttered a meaningless remark.

"They were eavesdropping on our conversation."

Kato Emi silently twisted his waist, quietly watching his face contort.

"Heh." Yukino Yukinoshita sneered and kept her eyes closed.

"Boring." Eriri Sawamura sank into the water, blowing bubbles.

Yukinoshita continued to splash her feet in the water, making a sound.

Mai Sakurajima then looked at Utaha beside her and asked, "What did Utaha just say?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyebrows twitched; she felt as if she had been silently ostracized.

"It's so boring early in the morning."

Kato Megumi broke free from him and stood up.

"That's a secret, isn't it..." Nomiyama defended himself. "A thing that neither of us has said aloud is a secret, of course."

"I have a feeling that Kazehaya is getting more and more cunning." Kato Megumi was about to leave the room. Following the principle of exchange, she said as she walked, "Kazehaya, come here. I'll tell you the secret."

Nomiyama's eyes lit up, and he stood up to follow: "What secret?"

Kato Megumi waited for him to catch up before opening the door.

Across from Nomiyama's room is Yukinoshita's room, and next to Yukinoshita's room is now a passageway.

Kato Megumi led him through the corridor until they reached a corner on the left. She then pulled him open the door and led him into the outer hallway.

Pointing down, Kato Megumi said, "The secret is that Yukinoshita hasn't had time to finish building the cabin yet."

Ok?

Nomiyama subconsciously looked down.

The pale yellow dress instantly covered her face, followed by a few small pebbles flying over.

Nomiyama took a small pebble, preparing to say something, but in the blink of an eye, he moved aside.

A large ice hockey puck crashed into the aisle behind them with a loud thud.

Nomiyama abruptly lifted the long skirt covering her eyes and stared down.

"Yukikinoshita Yukino!"

......

In the morning, Nomiyama went outside, looked up at the sun, then turned to look at the person next to him.

She was wearing a sun hat and sunglasses on her nose, and carrying a large bag full of fishing gear.

With a sneer, Nomiyama made no attempt to hide his mockery.

"Students with poor grades have a lot of stationery."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, said nothing, and quietly handed him the bag.

Nomiyama instinctively reached out and took it.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes naturally filled with contempt.

"Students with poor grades have a lot of stationery."

"..."

Chapter 280 Yukino Yukinoshita, goodbye.

"You're eighteen years old, can you stop acting like a child?"

Nomiyama carried his fishing gear bag, his tone slightly disdainful.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't look at him, but walked ahead of him with a calm expression: "I won yesterday."

"Huh?" Nomiyama walked beside him, his expression turning disdainful. "Shameless? Where did you win yesterday afternoon? Did you win because Eriri and Mai took sides?"

"My sister is on your side." Yukino Yukinoshita remained calm.

"You mean you stand on my side and hold my hands so I can't fight back?"

Nomiyama rubbed his eyes. Yesterday afternoon, if Yono hadn't suddenly turned against him and grabbed his hand, he wouldn't have gotten such a heavy punch.

Well, at least it can run.

“You can break free from your sister.” Yukino Yukinoshita plucked two cherry blossom petals.

"Give her some face." Nomiyama did not deny it.

Rather than giving Yang Nai face, it was more about entertaining all the girlfriends present; as long as they were happy, that was enough.

Thinking of this, Nomiyama turned his head and bit off the cherry blossom she offered.

Yukino Yukinoshita put the remaining petal into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

Nomiyama turned to look at her. Actually, her lips were also like cherry blossoms, with that pinkish-white tenderness. If you wanted to eat them, they would taste even better.

Yukino Yukinoshita silently moved to a distance from him, looking disdainful: "Nomiyama-kun, when you're thinking about bad things, at least don't stare at me."

Something bad?

Nomiyama thought for a moment, then chose to be direct: "I was just thinking about kissing you, because your lips are prettier than cherry blossoms."

Yukino remained silent beneath the snow.

He's becoming increasingly shameless, or rather, he's becoming more and more blunt in front of women, completely disregarding their subtle thoughts and delicate feelings.

You brainless idiot, how could you say such things in public?

Reaching out, Yukino Yukinoshita took off her sun hat, moved two steps to the side, and placed it on his head.

Nomiyama paused for a moment, then adjusted his sun hat.

He looked up at the sun, then glanced at her as she looked him over, and finally understood why she was wearing a sun hat on this gentle spring day.

I just wanted to see if it looked good on him.

A sky-blue hat that resembles both a straw hat and a cowboy hat.

Is it pretty?

"I feel like a cowboy hat suits you better," Yukino Yukinoshita commented, then looked away and continued walking.

"I'm a legendary cowboy, you know. In that cowboy gun-drawing contest in the West, I almost broke that legendary cowboy's shooting record by a hair's breadth," Nomiyama said proudly.

That's a 0.0175-second gun draw and firing record. In a sense, it's not something that can be seen with the naked eye; it's the limit of human reaction. He came close to that record on his third draw, which can be described as truly exceptional talent, well, although his talent is abnormal.

Yukino Yukinoshita took out a revolver, twirled it between her fingers, and then tossed it to him.

"Alright, let's play."

Nomiyama took the gun, his eyelids twitching.

What do you mean? I'm just being smug. What's with you treating me like a child?

The main problem is, I don't have a holster on my waist, so how am I supposed to draw and play with a gun?

"You can go fishing. When you catch a fish, shoot it." Yukino Yukinoshita explained without turning her head.

"An American-style net?" Nomiyama twirled the revolver in his fingers, then tossed the gun to her, rejecting the idea. "No way, Megumi will be angry if she sees me bringing back a bunch of dead fish with big holes in them."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the gun and casually tossed it into some spatial dimension to gather dust. She was somewhat surprised: "Kato-kun is angry with you?"

Nomiyama thought she was talking nonsense: "Of course she gets angry, but Megumi isn't very good at emotional outbursts, so most of the time she just sulks and then quietly does something to make me suffer."

Nomiyama adjusted his hat brim, ceasing the conversation on that topic, and instead brought up another matter: "Speaking of which, why isn't Eriri here today? She wasn't at the table during breakfast either."

Yukino Yukinoshita thought about the morning and said with some helplessness, "Eri played games in her room all night last night and said she would wake her up at lunchtime."

"Still in bed? You're getting lazier and lazier." Nomiyama thought of the person who was getting up later and later, and turned his head. "You've spoiled me."

"Let her be. There are still many days until school starts, so it's okay to let her be lazy for a while." Yukino Yukinoshita didn't say much.

"Alright then." Nomiyama stopped thinking about it. Anyway, since they were there, Eriri could eat and sleep as she pleased. It would be best if she could be happy.

As he walked, Nomiyama stopped and looked at the small convenience store across the street.

It was a newly opened shop; I hadn't seen it when I left.

"I'm going to buy something, do you need anything?"

He asked this question as he backed away across the street.

"Take a can of Blue Mountain coffee, and watch out for vehicles." Yukino Yukinoshita looked helplessly at him as he reversed.

"Okay." Nomiyama turned and walked towards the convenience store. As for watching out for cars, he didn't care. There were actually very few cars passing by his house.

This isn't a main thoroughfare in the city, and there aren't any shopping malls; it's just a simple residential area.

Yukino turned and headed towards the Sanzu River.

She walked out of the street, crossed the riverside road, walked onto the riverbank walkway, found the familiar slope spot from those years, glanced at the pit used to light the bonfire, and sat down next to it.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a green bamboo pole and casually cast it into the river.

Actually, I don't really want to fish for anything. This rod is destined to catch some fishing gear that's designed for it. But after years of consistent catches, I don't need anything else now.

Maybe next time I'll try whipping him with a thorny leather whip to see how it feels. I've had this whip for eight or nine years, but I've never used it on him, which is a real shame.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the somewhat familiar Sanzu River before her, lost in thought.

She actually felt that life was quite like a river, flowing ceaselessly until it dried up.

He once said that one cannot step into the same river twice, because the water from the previous second has already gone downstream. Every moment, the river in front of you is changing, and the river water is different. Just like two people stepping into the river are not actually the same person.

Because people are changing every moment.

So what remains unchanged? The Sanzu River is still called the Sanzu River, and Yukino Yukinoshita and Kazehaya Nomiyama still keep their names. Apart from their names and code names, everything seems to be changing.

Oh, but his feelings for me haven't changed.

"Want a drink under the snow? I bought a lot of discounted beer."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head and looked at the person walking happily down the slope, sighing, "Don't you prefer strong liquor? Why did you buy beer today?"

Nomiyama handed her the fishing tackle bag with a casual expression: "Because the beer is on sale."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the fishing gear and noticed something that hadn't changed: ever since he was a child, he had always loved hanging around the discount section. This had nothing to do with whether he was rich or poor; he simply enjoyed getting more valuable items at low prices.

Nomiyama handed her a can of drink, while concealing the strange look in his eyes.

She wore a floral dress today, white with blue-toned flowers, and white flat shoes. Combined with the lush green grass on the slope, she looked like a young girl in springtime as she sat by the river.

Yukino Yukinoshita could smell and see the scent she liked emanating from him from time to time, but she preferred to pretend not to notice.

Compared to his current frankness, she still prefers to secretly be happy in her heart; restraint is an essential part of a lady's cultivation.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean by giving me a can of beer?"

Nomiyama glanced over there, then at the convenience bag.

"Hey, I forgot."

A handful of grass was smeared on his face. Nomiyama wiped it off casually and held out his hand, complaining, "If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Why are you getting so angry?"

Yukino Yukinoshita opened the beer can, too lazy to pay attention to him. Forgot something? How could that be? She was just deliberately not buying it.

Nomiyama withdrew his hand, took out a can from the convenience bag, opened it, and took a few gulps.

Why drink coffee so early in the morning? An ice-cold beer would be much better.

"Here you go." Yukino Yukinoshita handed him her fishing rod.

"Hmm." Nomiyama reached out and took it, then casually cast the rod into the water.

He sat there, watching the water flowing in the river, and started talking about something: "I recently read a book by a senior student, and I saw a bird in it. It didn't have a name, but it said that the bird's life was to find its ideal home. It could never find it, so it kept flying in the sky until the end of the book. It landed, but it didn't find its ideal home; it died."