Comics, daily stories

"Who gave me such a gift for making friends?"

After lifting the quilt and pulling out the IV tube, Nomiya walked to the window and glanced down.

That was the backyard of the hospital, with several thick old trees.

"Senior, you should go home. It's getting dark and your family will be worried."

"No."

Hearing the rejection, Nomiyama looked back at her.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu puffed her cheeks as she chewed, her voice unclear: "I want to see how my junior leaves the hospital."

Nomiyama thought about it, not caring about being guessed, and not refusing: "Then senior sister will leave the hospital first, and then..."

He extended his hand and pointed to the backyard of the hospital and the road outside: "Then you just wait by the roadside."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at him, then walked to his side and looked at the ground, which was more than ten meters away.

Clicking her tongue, she said, "If only I had a body like my junior, I could jump off the building in the morning to experience the feeling."

Nomiyama's expression remained unchanged: "What are you talking about, Senior, I'm not going to jump off the building."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him, smiled, took the shoulder bag at the foot of the bed, picked it up and walked out of the ward.

After the senior closed the door, Nomiyama turned around and walked a few steps, put on his shoulder bag, put away his bank card, and then picked up the fishing rod.

He opened the window, looked at the surveillance camera in the ward, and nodded.

The next moment, he jumped up and landed on the windowsill.

Then it fell straight down.

At the height of the sixth floor, at a distance of nearly twenty meters, the sound of the wind became annoying.

Yiling Yier and the umbrella age

Just as the fish was about to hit the ground, Nomiya lifted the rod and cast the hook.

The hook was hung on a thick branch in the backyard.

As the thick branch swayed, his body swung over the wall and fell onto the road.

He didn't lie to the senior and he didn't want to jump off the building. In this situation, he should have been Spider-Man.

After putting away the fishing hook, he squatted on the street, waiting for the senior schoolmate to come over, and stared at the passing cars in a daze.

I haven't eaten dinner yet, so I have to think about what ingredients to buy for cooking at the supermarket later. Although the discounted bento boxes at convenience stores are a good deal, one box is not enough to fill me up, and buying more would not feel cost-effective.

......

Aso Nozomi sat in the monitoring room, watching the young man nod at her, then jump out of the window.

Sighing, she picked up the mouse and began deleting records.

"Brother Kazehaya, if Dr. Fujiwara saw this one day, he would probably want to dissect you..."

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......

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked out of the hospital calmly with a shoulder bag, and then walked towards the street at the back door.

The junior student must be abnormal. Since he wants to leave the hospital, he will definitely leave the hospital, so just go to the place he has decided and wait there.

As she thought about it, excitement gradually appeared in her eyes.

It turns out that there really are extraordinary people in this world, and it turns out that fantasy stories are not necessarily fantasies.

What could be more pleasing to a fantasy novelist than the fact that anomalies really exist in this world?

As she was thinking, she walked around the corner and saw the boy squatting on the grass and chewing non-stop.

How hungry are you to have nothing better to do than to pick weeds and eat them?

Nomiya sniffed, turned his head to see his senior, then stood up and left.

He waved his hand: "Okay, senior sister, you know how I left the hospital. See you tomorrow."

You know? You know shit. You didn't even intend for me to see it.

Her lips moved, and Kasumigaoka Utaha finally smiled as she looked at the person who left with his back to her.

"Junior, do you want to eat fish? Let's go to the seafood store and buy a big fish."

Nomiyama turned around and looked at the senior with disdain: "Fish is only delicious if you catch it yourself."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled: "Two, different species."

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Nomi-san thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's too troublesome to handle two fish."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu narrowed her eyes and said, "Three, you can eat whatever fish you want, I have plenty of pocket money."

Nomiyama stood next to the senior, carrying a fishing rod.

"Senior, I'm very good at stewing fish and I'm also very experienced in preparing sashimi. I've done some research on this with my friends."

......

Yukinoshita Haruno held the arm of the eldest daughter of the Sawamura family and smiled sweetly.

"Eri, I didn't see you at the last elders' gathering. I thought you didn't like being with us."

Sawamura Eriri gave a reserved and polite smile and looked to the side: "How could that be? I just caught a cold that day and couldn't go. Sister Yang No is overthinking it."

As she spoke, she opened the door of the ward.

The two people holding hands were stunned at the same time.

What about people?

Chapter 49 I write to you

"Junior, have you decided what kind of fish to buy?" Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him pulling the cart next to her, as if curious.

At this moment, they did not go to the seafood store, but went directly to the supermarket.

According to someone, supermarkets occasionally offer discounts on some ingredients in the evening, and if you are lucky you might be able to buy fresh discounted fish.

Nomi-san thought for a moment and then gave his own menu: "Buy a sea bass and steam it, then buy a carp and braise it. Their fish heads can be used to make soup with tofu, and finally the eel. The eel can be cut into pieces and grilled in an electric oven."

“That’s how you make four flavors.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up an eggplant and looked at it carefully.

She couldn't tell whether it was fresh or not, because what was important was not what the eggplant in her hand looked like, but that the fish mentioned by the person next to her were very common.

In the end, I just chose some fish that are common in home cooking.

My junior student does not prioritize self-satisfaction as he seems to do, he still considers others.

Pinching the eggplant, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him and said, "Buy two eels. One is not enough for two people. What else is there? We can't just eat the fish."

Nomiyama walked straight to the seafood area and casually said, "We'll eat wild vegetables later. I recently researched wild vegetable recipes and picked a lot from the fields and put them in the refrigerator. There are several kinds, enough to eat."

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed behind him, her expression slightly stiff: "Wild vegetables?"

Nomiyama turned around and looked at the senior, as if he was disgusted: "Senior, it's obvious that you have a prejudice against wild vegetables. There are some wild vegetables with a slightly sour taste that are very delicious."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu stared at him for a long time: "Junior, are you short of money?"

Nomiyama looked up, thought about the balance in his bank card, and calculated how much it would cost to go to the hospital. He nodded: "No."

After all, I am a frequent visitor to the hospital.

He scooped up a sea bass and handed it to the butcher, saying in a dissatisfied tone, "There's something wrong with the Japanese system. Why can't a thirteen-year-old work? I'm willing to be a slave, so why can't they let me? They don't respect the wishes of the people involved at all."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked at him, her eyes flashing: "Junior brother, I have a way for you to make money, do you want to listen?"

"Hmm?" Nomiyama turned around and looked at the senior, "How can I make money?"

Looking at each other, feeling the eager gaze.

Subconsciously, Nomiya took a few steps back.

His expression changed, and he became slightly shy and a little embarrassed: "Well, Senior Sister, although I am short of money, I promised my friend that I would not do anything reckless before I turned sixteen. I appreciate your kindness."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at him, took a few deep breaths, and smiled: "Though you're not bad looking and quite interesting, after spending a day with me, I'm not really interested in you."

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"Huh? What does that senior mean?"

Nomiyama looked at his senior in confusion. He reached out and grabbed the scoop net, poked it into the water tank, and chased the carp he had set his eyes on.

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment and tilted her head: "Guess?"

"No need to guess." Nomiyama turned his back to her, picked up the carp and handed it to the butcher, not caring at all, "Senior will tell you herself anyway."

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

My junior fellow student is a bit too ignorant in every aspect.

......

Picking up a piece of fish and taking a sip of fish soup, Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression was slightly strange.

My junior is surprisingly good at cooking, and his food can even be called delicious, but...

Why does the fish taste a bit like chicken? Did I not clean the pot thoroughly when I stewed the chicken yesterday?

Nomiyama ate his rice in big mouthfuls, picking up a large piece of fish and putting it into his mouth from time to time. When he was about to choke, he washed it down with fish soup, not paying attention to what was happening to the person across from him at the table.

Seeing his expression, Kasumigaoka Shiyu stopped eating, propped up her face with one hand, and asked with interest: "Junior, are you interested in love?"

Nomiya chewed, his cheeks puffing.

He swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort, glanced at the senior, and then continued eating: "Not interested."

"Senior, this is the second time you've asked this in one day."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze shifted, pausing slightly on the hairband tied around his wrist, and chuckled, "What I mean is, do you have any fantasies about love? Have you ever thought about how, as a boyfriend, you could have an interesting relationship?"

"I haven't thought about it." Nomiya answered quickly.

Then he leaned over, glanced at the now empty rice cooker, put down his bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his stomach, and said with some satisfaction, "Senior, if it's someone special, there's actually no need to plan the details. Just being together is enough to satisfy and have fun."

Her eyes moved slightly as she looked at him: "Is this considered my junior's experience?"

Nomiyama looked up at the ceiling: "Not really. This is just my personal feeling and speculation."

After saying that, he stood up and started to clear the plates.

A voice with some interest rang out: "Junior, do you want to make money?"

"Oh?" Nomi-san stopped and looked at her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at the hairband on his wrist again, paused for a moment, and smiled: "I have an idea to make money, but I'll tell you about it next time."

Oh, that's nonsense, Nomiya stacked up the plates and carried them to the kitchen.

After soaking the dishes in water, he washed his hands and returned to the living room, looking at the people who were still at the dining table.

"Senior, you should go home."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and took a look at it.

There were several messages from Yukinoshita, including her current address and warnings.

Second Miss, second place: [Don't break or lose my fishing rod, otherwise...]

Otherwise, what else do you want to do?

With a smile on his face, he replied to the message.

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Yeah, otherwise, Yukinoshita-san would have traveled thousands of miles to murder me with useless drugs, only to find out it had no effect and then sit alone and sulk.]

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up with her shoulder bag slung over her shoulder and walked towards the door.

She looked at the junior student who was emitting a happy smell and kept pressing his mobile phone.

Is that the owner of the hairband?