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The space rippled slightly, disrupting everyone's movements.

The black hem of her dress fluttered as Xue Xia Xue Wan stood in the center of the room, seemingly curious: "What do you want to do?"

"Let me go! I'm going to kick that scumbag to death!" Ziwan was clearly the most agitated.

Shiono moved silently and stood behind her.

"I'd like to ask you, what are you planning?" Yukino Yukinoshita looked at her calmly. "You've dragged me here to play chess just so you can let him go out and cause trouble?"

"What are you saying? I just wanted to play chess with you. He has Hui watching over him." Yukinoshita Yukinoshi turned and walked towards the lake, each step seemingly descending a staircase.

Halfway there, she seemed to finally remember something, turned around, and asked in surprise, "You're not afraid of losing to me, so you're trying to run away, are you?"

Yukino Yukinoshita closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and realized that Kato-kun only had eyes for her right now and wouldn't really care about her.

She opened her eyes, turned around and went back to the lakeside, waving her hand to restore the chessboard to its original state.

I'll deal with him later. Since he wants to play chess here, fine, I'll win this time and stop her from bringing a daughter who isn't even my daughter around all the time.

Ziwan bit her finger, realizing that the two adults had already decided the matter. She scoffed, walked to the lakeside, and began to greet them: "Yo, Yangnai, Xiaojing, Huangquan."

Yukinoshita Haruno, holding a bamboo pole, cast it into the lake, raising an eyebrow at her: "What, not going to go play with Eriri today?"

Ziwan shrugged: "Mom said Eriri is rushing to meet a deadline and told me to tone it down, or she'll get angry."

"It's a deadline, so you really can't tease her, or Kaze will pick you up and beat you up early."

"Dad would never pick me up and beat me." Ziwan pouted, reached out, took out her fishing rod, and cast it into the lake.

"Oh? You want to see what he'll do when Eriri gets really upset?" Yukinoshita Haruno glanced at her sideways, seemingly advising, "I advise you not to try it, or he'll really get angry at you."

"Oh." Ziwan bit her finger.

Yukinoshita Haruno glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and smiled.

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at her disdainfully from the side, but said nothing.

On the other side, Kitahara Yuko stood behind her sister, quietly watching the black and white stones on the chessboard. After a while, she turned her head and looked at her sister's 'daughter' floating beside her.

"Starry Night, can you predict who will win?"

"I didn't play, so I can't figure it out," Xingye said simply, looking at the chessboard.

Kitahara Yuko looked at her for a while, then looked away. What she meant was that she could calculate the overall game, but not the individual moves of the two players.

To put it another way, she could also be saying, "I'll bet, I can calculate it, I'll win."

Yukino Yukinoshita quietly calculated in her mind, and then at a certain moment, her thoughts paused slightly. She turned her head and looked at the little girl sitting quietly next to her.

The girl noticed her attention, so she stared at the chessboard without moving, even her gaze was hesitant to return.

She sat upright with a straight posture, had bright blue eyes, long black hair, and an instinctive timidity and desire to be close to her elders.

Yukino Yukinoshita was momentarily dazed.

They both received the most orthodox education from the Yukinoshita family, were equally self-disciplined and polite, and were equally reserved with those close to them. In a sense, Shino was the one who walked the same path as him. But he had the wind brought by Kazehaya, so who would change Shino in the future?

No, there's no need to change. It's fine if things stay the same. Change is always associated with pain. Since she's his daughter, all he needs to do is be happy.

She reached out and stroked the girl's head, her voice softening slightly: "What are you doing here?"

Shino lowered her head, her voice soft yet firm: "I want to learn Go."

Yukino Yukinoshita, recalling her childhood, smiled and said, "This is too early for you. I'll teach you when you're seven. For now, go fishing with Shiwan."

Shimono hesitated.

Yukino Yukinoshita patted her, her voice even softer: "Go ahead, he wouldn't want you to study too much at this age."

Shino understood that he was referring to her father, so she put aside her hesitation, stood up, bowed slightly to everyone present, and walked to the other side.

She walked over to another close friend and stood quietly.

Yukinoshita looked down at the little girl who was approaching and smiled.

Frost is similar to snow, and Yukino probably thinks that Shino is similar to her in nature and that they are kindred spirits. She still doesn't understand that in the Yukinoshita family, she is the odd one out. Shino has never been cowardly, nor has she ever been right.

"Hey, Shino, call me 'older sister'."

"Sister," Shiono called out timidly.

"Hmm, that voice has a bit of Yukino's old style, I like it, hehe." Yukinoshita Haruno scooped her up with one hand and hugged her with the other, then whispered, "How's the scarf?"

“Father likes it very much,” Shiono replied softly.

"Yes, try to tame him as soon as possible. When you have him on your side, you'll be the boss at home," Yukinoshita Haruno whispered her advice.

Shuang looked blank, not understanding.

Yukino's smile widened as she looked at her.

"Boss! I caught a fish! A big fish!"

Huang Quan leaned back involuntarily, but was still being dragged towards the lake.

Snow fell and Snow Evening appeared beside her in an instant, gripping the fishing rod with both hands, and then she too was dragged into the lake.

"Damn! That's huge!"

"A giant?" Hiratsuka Shizuka exclaimed in surprise, casting her fishing rod and quickly running to the other side to take over.

A moment later, Yukino Yukinoshita looked away from the chessboard and turned her head to look at the three people being dragged across the lake by the fishing rod. Her eyelids twitched involuntarily.

The fish was definitely big; there were giant creatures that had lived for a long time in the lake. But it wasn't impossible to catch them. The reason it was like this was because they were now fishing without using magic or brute force. They said they were going to play the fish like normal people, exhausting its strength before slowly pulling it up.

But what normal person would let the fish pull them along on the water?

......

Sometimes, people who seem shy aren't necessarily shy, and people who seem straightforward aren't necessarily straightforward.

"Don't look!"

Yumiko Miura turned around and glared at him.

Nomiyama raised his hands in surrender and stepped back.

They were buying clothes, specifically women's swimsuits.

The other two went to make other preparations.

After all, their next journey was to the sea and to sail.

Almost every boy goes through a phase where, when passing by a women's lingerie store, he inevitably glances at the items inside while looking around. After a couple of glances, he pretends to be nonchalant and walks past without looking at them, afraid that if he looks at them a few more times, he will be considered a rude person.

Actually, it wouldn't hurt to look a few more times. The boy knew in his heart that no one would care about such a small thing, and no one would accuse him of being rude. However, he was inevitably shy and reserved, and always looked away when he saw her.

When Nomiyama was in junior high school, he would occasionally have this kind of mentality; when he was in high school, he would occasionally have this kind of mentality; and when he was in college, he would occasionally have this kind of mentality.

Now that he has graduated from university, he has seen many styles of underwear and has personally put them on or taken them off for people many times.

But it wasn't until he arrived at the women's underwear shop that he realized, oh, I'm still the same boy I used to be.

Without saying a word, Nomiyama withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and quietly played with his phone.

"What are you doing outside?" Miura Yumiko looked away. "How will you know if it fits if you don't look?"

No, whether it fits or not, you can tell by looking in the mirror.

Nomiyama shed his boyish shyness and began to display the professionalism of an adult who often accompanies his girlfriend shopping.

He stepped into the lingerie store, which also served as a swimwear store, and naturally asked, "Do you need my help choosing something?"

Yumiko Miura sensed that natural familiarity, pursed her lips, turned her head away, and prepared to refuse: "Okay."

"Ah."

Nomiyama carefully scanned Yumiko's body, calculated, and then considered her preferences.

He took off a red bikini.

Yumiko Miura lowered her head under his gaze, then blushed slightly when she saw the bikini in his hand. Her gaze shifted, and she took the bikini, turning and walking into the changing room: "H..."

Nomiyama does not deny this claim, after all, he is indeed one of them.

His gaze swept over the swimsuits around him, and he began to think about whether he should pick out swimsuits for the other two as well. After all, he had inadvertently memorized all their body measurements while looking at them.

"How about it?"

A sound came from the doorway of the changing room, but the girl did not come out. Instead, she crossed her arms and lowered her head, refusing to look at him.

Nomiyama looked her over, admiration in his eyes, and then handed her the yellow bikini: "It's very pretty, and this one should be good too."

Yumiko Miura looked up, glared at him, took her swimsuit, and went back inside to change.

Nomiyama looked around and began shopping with the sales assistant next to him, pointing at things with his fingers. Finally, he nodded and said, "I want all of these. Please wrap them up for me."

The sales assistant's eyes widened, and then she realized what she meant, bowing to show that she understood: "Okay, please wait a moment."

"Hmm." Nomiyama nodded, then reached out and took down an orange bikini, waiting for the person inside to change.

Over the years, he actually made quite a bit of money, although it was nothing compared to those girlfriends, but he could still spend it freely for himself and Huihua.

Furthermore, his girlfriends really did give him a lot of bank cards; he had a long string of zeros on his head that would take him ages to count.

Actually, when it comes to making money, he really wants to wear stockings to rob a bank, but his little darling Ziwan said that if he dares to wear stockings on his head, he shouldn't come near her anymore, and he shouldn't kiss the little cutie with a mouth wearing stockings on his head.

Well, since the little one has said that, let's wear a mask when we have the chance.

"How about it?"

The girl was still blushing and shy, so beautiful that one wanted to devour her whole.

"very nice."

The man expressed his admiration and then handed over his own thoughts.

"One more set, please."

"..."

The girl took the bikini and turned around, her voice a mix of coquettishness, annoyance, and shyness.

“H…”

......

"Are you sure we don't need to split the bill? I'm earning some money from my job, I can't let..."

“No need. This time, the main thing is that I want to bribe you.” Nomiyama interrupted her, then picked up the shopping bag in his hand and said in a low voice, “Just say that you picked these out later.”

Yumiko Miura pouted: "You bought so much, how could I have picked it? I don't have that much money at all."

"Then let's put it another way: I want to bribe Yumiko."

Nomiyama turned his head to look at her and grinned: "When my girlfriend kicks me out of the house someday, Yumiko must remember to take me in for a few days. Or when I go bankrupt someday and my girlfriend thinks I'm useless and doesn't want me anymore, Yumiko must remember to give me some food. When I make a comeback, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

Listening to his nonsensical statement, Miura Yumiko muttered, "How could that be?"

Nomiyama shrugged: "Actually, I also think it's impossible."

“However, Yumiko, please accept it. I just wanted to give it to you, and I hope you will accept it.” He raised his hand and took a bite of the green apple. “We’ve known each other for a long time, Yumiko. It’s rare for us to travel together, so don’t be polite with me. As you know, my family’s situation is beyond measure. Money is actually worthless to us.”

“Hmm.” Miura Yumiko nodded, then fell silent.

In fact, they have maintained a polite friendship over the years, with both sides always making sacrifices. Because the long-term maintenance of a friendship requires a balance, once one party seems to give completely without expecting anything in return, it will inevitably deviate from the friendship. Now, it seems that he is sending a signal that he wants to break this relationship.

Of course it won't be a step back; it will be a step forward.

Is it really possible? Miura Yumiko thought of that aloof yet gentle friend, and then of all the friends in his family over the years, and subconsciously fell silent; then she thought of her past self who was eager to snatch a share, and then of her current overthinking self, and the silence deepened.

Have I grown up? Or am I just not as brave as I used to be?

Nomiyama turned his head, glanced at Yumiko, then looked away and continued walking along the coastal road, still biting into his apple: "Yumiko, how many years have we known each other?"

Miura Yumiko's thoughts were interrupted, and she blurted out unconsciously, "Seven years."

Nomiyama threw away the pit, reached into the bag and rummaged around, then pulled out two more green apples and handed one to her: "Sixteen to twenty-three, that is indeed seven years, but we remembered each other's names when we were nine, so it should be fourteen years."

He wiped the apple, took a bite, and chewed: "We are twenty-three years old this year. Fourteen years has actually summarized half of our lives."

Miura Yumiko mimicked his actions, rubbing the apple with her palm. After hearing this, she didn't say anything, but looked at him with a slightly complicated expression.

Nomiyama looked up at the still blazing sun and said, "Actually, saying that Yumiko is twenty-three years old is a bit inaccurate. If I remember correctly, Yumiko's birthday is actually in December. She's the youngest among us."

He swallowed the fruit, tilted his head and smiled: "Sometimes, when you lead the way, people always think you're the boss, but you are indeed the youngest among us."

Yumiko Miura crossed her arms and declared, "I'm the boss!"