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If one is also addicted to literature, there are also literary expressions. Just look back at her with a sad expression: "But the wind is weeping softly..."

Ah, if it were Yukinoshita, she would probably reply: "Hehe."

Of course, if you are a bit more immature, you can still say, "It's just a little bit of wind."

Nomiyama had nothing to do with any of the above; he was the type to repeat himself: "Is this the way you came up with to start a conversation? It's not bad, at least it's not too cliché."

Turning back, he looked at the senior who was a few steps behind him. He was not surprised: "Senior Kasumigaoka is quite free."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, holding a book, walked over to him and sat down. "I was just passing by while collecting materials and saw you fishing. How did you know it was mine? I pinched my throat just now."

Nomiyama glanced at the senior, then continued to look at the river: "I smelled it. My nose is very good, to the point where I can identify people by their scent. I didn't realize it at first, but I knew it when the wind blew past."

"Tsk." Kasumigaoka Utaha unconsciously moved a little further away from him, "Junior brother, your talent is a bit too abnormal."

"Who said it wasn't? A lot of people stink, but don't worry, senior sister, you don't stink." Nomiyama said casually, then raised the fishing rod.

In the sunlight, an object with sparkling crystals flew through the air and landed on the lawn in front of me. Because it was wet with water, it glowed slightly.

Nomiyama casually placed his indoor shoes next to him and continued to put bait on and cast his rod.

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned, ready to have a good discussion with him about what "you don't stink" meant.

But before she could say anything, she was stunned by his action.

This guy caught a pair of indoor shoes? No, why would he catch indoor shoes while fishing? Aren't you fishermen supposed to be fishing?

In surprise, Kasumigaoka Utaha tried hard to suppress her curiosity and decided to talk about the serious matters after meeting him.

Nomiyama was calmly fishing with his fishing rod in hand, when he heard his senior talking.

"Junior Feng Zao, tell me, does that junior girl from this morning like you?"

"You mean Eriri?" Nomi-san shook his head. "I don't know. My brain is fine when it comes to absorbing knowledge, but when it comes to feelings like love, I'm still in the stage of understanding and exploring. Senior, you think too highly of me. I'm only thirteen, and my social life is quite limited."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment and nodded: "I think I like it."

Nomiyama glanced at her and brought up something else: "Kasumigaoka-senpai, what kind of people do you think are most interested in romance novels?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't know."

"I've never been in love before." Nomi-san threw the pufferfish aside, then stuck it with a branch and said casually, "I've never been in love before, so I'm full of fantasies about love."

“Fantasy is often the most beautiful thing, always making people yearn for it.”

After saying that, he put on the bait and continued to cast the rod.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze paused slightly on the pufferfish, then she looked at him, as if puzzled: "Junior, are you saying that because I've rarely been in love, I'm so curious about this?"

Shaking her head, she said, "Junior, you are wrong."

Um? wrong?

Nomiya tilted his head and looked at her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him with sympathy in her eyes. "Since elementary school, I've received thirty-seven love letters, and I'm the only one with no experience."

Nomiyama's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed out the blind spot without hesitation: "It's just a love letter, it doesn't mean you have any love experience, senior sister. At first I thought you just had little experience in love."

"I was wrong. It turns out you have no experience at all."

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head and calmly flipped through the book she had brought. "No wonder my junior said I was socially insular. It turns out I'm just too unlovable."

Nomiyama did not respond to this, but just looked at the river quietly.

A mild blow like this one was just a casual one from Yukinoshita, so there was no need to react. It was even less damaging than Eriri's little kick.

After a while, the girl spoke again: "I say, junior."

"Yes, yes."

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"What kind of love story is more pleasing to the eye?"

"Senior sister should ask yourself this question. You must have imagined many beautiful scenes in your mind."

"I want to know more about other people's ideas for reference."

Nomi-san tilted his head, looking at the senior who was somewhat obsessed with love. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Senior, just write the love story you have conceived. If you are worried that the story will not be popular, then add some popular elements."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes twitched slightly: "A popular factor?"

Nomi-san nodded. He recalled the most common romance novels he read in bookstores and settled on one: "For example, the protagonist and heroine are childhood sweethearts. When they grow up and are about to graduate from high school, they are about to confess their feelings, but they discover that they are actually siblings whose parents divorced and each took one of them away."

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth, ready to say something.

Nomi-yama didn't give her the chance and continued his immersive narration: "So the two of them, heartbroken, began to live together as brother and sister at school, and each began to distance themselves from the other. Just when they were about to banish each other from their minds, their parents, who had been divorced, somehow rekindled their love one day."

"They remarried."

"The two began living under the same roof. Those quietly hidden feelings were ready to stir every time they looked at each other, pricking at each other's hearts, and it was as if a demon was whispering in their ears, 'What's wrong with being brother and sister?'"

"When their emotions and rationality were on the verge of collapse, they overheard a conversation between their father and mother and discovered that their sister was adopted."

"Finally, his inner emotions could no longer be contained, and one night, the brother pounced on his sister like a hungry wolf."

"My sister was reluctant to accept, her face full of shyness."

"That very night, the night they will reap the fruits of their labor."

"The door was pushed open, and my father stood outside, his face filled with uncontrollable anger and sadness. He shouted and uttered the secret he had hidden in his heart for many years."

"It turns out that his sister is his child with his high school sweetheart. They have the same father but different mothers, but they are still siblings."

"The brother and sister looked as if the sky had fallen. They were in a daze from then on. Even when they looked at each other, they were filled with unspeakable bitterness."

"Finally, my sister moved out and started dating, hoping to find a boyfriend to forget that bad relationship."

"It was also during this time that my brother, through tireless investigation, finally discovered that my father's ex-lover had another boyfriend, and that my sister was the blood of another man."

"He was overjoyed, but he didn't expect the news from the hospital to be so devastating."

"His medical report showed...cancer..."

"stop!!!!!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha finally couldn't help herself and interrupted this tortuous and bizarre love story.

Chapter 46: Fish Can Be Eaten

Chihiro ⑨⑹○㈠樲⑹㈡⒎Miao

"Hey, do you think something is wrong?"

Nomiyama stopped telling the story and looked at her in confusion.

Kasumigaoka Utaha rubbed her brows and said, "This kind of story is too unrealistic."

"But sales are good," Nomiyama said nonchalantly. "Most of the best-selling love stories in bookstores are of this type."

"It should have sweetness, bitterness, melodrama, twists, and climaxes, and finally a happy ending. If a happy ending is really not possible, then find a way to stab the readers in the back and make them feel heartbroken."

Kasumigaoka Utaha spitted: "I swear I will never write such a love story."

"Hmm." Nomiyama didn't react much, just casually asked, "So what kind of story do you want to write?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment and replied, "I want to write about an ordinary and common love story."

"Yeah." Nomiya nodded and looked at her, meaning you continue.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the river, slightly lost in thought, and spoke after a while.

"The heroine lives in an ordinary big city. There are many people, but it is not as crowded as Tokyo. At least when she takes the late train every day and arrives at a station with few people, she can enjoy the spaciousness of having several carriages to herself."

Nomiya's eyes turned and looked at the senior who was somewhat immersed in the world.

"My parents have a good relationship. They occasionally argue over trivial matters, but it would never lead to divorce. They don't have any melodramatic extramarital affairs, and they both dote on me, their only daughter."

"In school, she had excellent grades and was one of the best among her peers. She was also very good-looking, and her suitors had been lining up since she was in elementary school."

"Because she's so self-centered and doesn't bother to fit in, she's often disliked by others. But she's gotten used to it and doesn't care. She just finds her classmates' childish revenge boring, so even anger rarely shows up. She usually just reports the class list to the teacher."

Nomiyama used his free hand to pinch the mosquito that was about to attack him and strangled it to death.

Although they were equally disliked, the senior's views and handling of these matters were somewhat different from his and Yukinoshita's. If it were him and Yukinoshita, one of them would usually inform the parents while the other would hold the classmate down and beat him, making the classmate scream.

Those students who take the initiative to come to provoke us are no longer ordinary rebels and must be dealt with severely.

Six punches per second was not his physical limit; he was afraid that a few more punches would send his classmates to the hospital.

"She has a happy family, excellent grades, and beautiful looks, but she is very bored because her life remains unchanged and there is nothing new around her. However, she is powerless because her youth cannot give her the ability to leave her current environment."

"It was also at this time that she met a young boy, and this began a common, yet often surprising, youth love comedy."

Nomiyama waited for a moment, making sure the senior had finished her story, and then nodded: "I understand."

"Ok?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her gaze from the river and decided to listen to the opinions of the people around her about her self-narration and fantasy.

Rubbing his chin with one hand, Nomiyama said with certainty, "The heroine needs to find a will-o'-the-wisp boy to fall in love with."

"Willow-fire boy?" Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned. She thought she had a wider range of knowledge among her peers, but this was the first time she heard this term.

Nomiyama explained, "It's a term for the big country next door. It refers to a group of young people who seek excitement, passion, and attention, and who like to ride flashy modified motorcycles. It translates roughly to the Japanese word for bad boy."

Kasumigaoka Utaha fell silent, then she looked at the person next to her and said calmly, "My junior thinks she's the kind of girl who would go out of her way to attract attention."

"No, I don't think so." Nomi-san looked at the motionless fishing rod. "But she is the kind of person who goes out of her way to seek excitement."

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"Yeah." Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded in acknowledgment, then prepared to pick up her shoulder bag and stand up.

It's time to go home. If we continue talking, both of us will be unhappy, because the junior student next to us is not stupid and knows who the heroine is that we are talking about, but he still said something like let Buliang be the male lead.

Hold the shoulder bag strap with your hands.

"Senior, if the male protagonist isn't given a special role, the story will be too boring. The good student paired with the bad boy may be old-fashioned, but at least it means it's a classic."

Ok?

Kasumigaoka Utaha released her hand and turned to meet his gaze: "Just because it's an ordinary relationship doesn't mean it has no appeal and market."

Nomiyama nodded in acknowledgment, "Yeah."

Then he shook his head again. "But it's difficult. Two ordinary people, having an ordinary love affair. To write such an ordinary story without any explosive points well, it means that you need to have a more outstanding writing style than others. It must be able to touch people's hearts and make people smell the beauty in ordinary words."

"The melodrama, reversals, and conflicts, while inevitably tinged with craftsmanship and sculpted details, also carry their own uniquely stimulating flavor. It's like everyone enjoys drinking water, but if you go to a vending machine and want to spend some money to pamper your body, everyone would rather spend an extra hundred yen on a soft drink than a thirst-quenching bottle of mineral water."

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head in silence, and finally responded, "Yeah."

She spoke more seriously, looking at the person not far away: "I will seriously consider your opinion."

With a thoughtful look on her face, she reached out and put her hand on her shoulder bag.

Nomiyama didn't respond to the senior anymore because he caught a fish.

His mouth curved into a grin and he raised his hand.

The fish, shimmering, broke the surface of the water and was pulled up the slope by him, where it was held in place by a branch.

Standing up, Nomiya looked down at the colorful pufferfish on the grass that seemed to be possessed by a rainbow, and fell into deep thought.

It's a new variety that I haven't eaten before.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's hand holding the bag stopped again. She looked at the pufferfish not far away and frowned.

A rainbow-colored pufferfish?

Just as she was wondering, she found that the junior student took out a kitchen knife.

Huh? Why are you carrying a knife? What does that mean? Are you going to eat it? Is this edible?

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched him walk to the river with a normal pufferfish in one hand and a rainbow pufferfish in the other, and finally couldn't help but said, "Junior, do you want to eat?"

While dissecting the fish, Nomiyama turned around and gave her a strange look: "Of course I have to eat it. Isn't the purpose of fishing to eat it?"

"No, that's not the question." Kasumigaoka Utaha took two steps forward and looked at the pufferfish's belly he had cut open. Even the internal organs there were the same strange rainbow color...

"I mean, are you sure this is edible?"

"Of course, as long as it's a fish, it can be eaten." Nomiyama nodded without hesitation. He rinsed the processed rainbow pufferfish in the river water, then skewered it with branches and placed it aside, and began to process the ordinary one.

He hesitated for a moment, skillfully manipulating the knife. Finally, he looked at the senior with some emotion: "Senior, do you want to eat it? I can remove the poisonous part of the pufferfish. I'm very experienced, so you can rest assured."