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Sawamura Eriri's head was smoking and she kicked him.

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Nomi-san doesn't really like attending classes.

The main reason is that he is already very familiar with the knowledge taught by the teachers, so listening to the lectures becomes very boring, and there is no sense of clarity from the continuous infusion of knowledge.

Every day in class, he just stared at the blackboard with a serious look on his face.

Looking at the blackboard is to avoid being discovered by the teacher. Teachers who are serious about teaching should be respected, otherwise he might lie on the table and play games with Zhou Gong on the spot.

After all, if you are awake and not attending classes, sitting still for dozens of minutes will really make your buttocks feel a little uncomfortable.

You may not feel it at first, but as time goes on, your attention will continue to be focused there.

Then I would keep thinking, ah, it feels uncomfortable down there, I want to stand up, it’s itchy down there, I want to scratch it.

So Nomiyama was very glad that he had a useful brain.

When he wants to think about something, he can easily get into the state.

So as long as you play the role of a brave man in your fantasy and easily defeat the Demon King Yukinoshita, you can wait for the get out of class to end in joy.

But over the years, he began to run out of ideas for how to defeat the Demon King Yukinoshita.

The last time, he tied up Yukinoshita and kept brushing the soles of her feet with goose feathers, making her laugh until she fainted.

The last time, he pushed Yukinoshita to the ground and beat her, making her slap the ground and cry loudly.

The last time, he kept getting first place in the exams, and then kept mocking her for getting second place, which made her feel aggrieved.

This time he fantasized about the future. He thought about returning to Yukinoshita High School, taking the entrance exam, and then finding that he had taken the first place.

Then, before she came to find me, I went to the teacher to apply for a club called "Service Club".

After all, every time the students did something stupid, that guy would always nag in their ears.

She said that human beings are too fragile, and she wanted to start with small changes one day, gradually correct the weaknesses and shortcomings of the people around her, and then slowly change the whole world.

Although Nomiyama thought her idea was too absurd and unfeasible, he did not object.

Whenever Yukinoshita talked about this, she was always very serious, so it was full of absurdity and something that could not be ignored.

Nomiyama thought she was very cute like this, a cuteness that could not be ignored.

So he decided to wait until high school, get ahead of her and grab the noun she liked, "serve".

Then during the three years of high school, whenever there was something happening in the department or a conflict of opinion, I could talk to her seriously.

"Yukinoshita, I am the head of the service club."

It's funny to think that she would be very angry.

Thinking about this, Nomiya gradually came back to his senses.

get out of class is almost over, time to go fishing.

I must catch a normal fish today. After Yukinoshita left, there is no fish to eat unless I buy it with money.

It seems... catching a normal fish myself isn't such a good thing? Then let Eriri come over, let her catch a few small crucian carp to make soup at home.

He listened to the bell for the end of get out of class and the teacher's words "get out of class is over", and stood up.

"Junior, let's go home together."

The noisy classroom became quiet after class.

Nomiyama turned his head silently and looked at the senior student at the back door of the classroom.

She still wore a white headband on her head, a gentle smile on her face, and held her shoulder bag in front of her with both hands. She looked like a quiet and beautiful literary girl, full of gentleness and softness.

Liar.

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Chapter 54: Not Human

At that time, you were very young, had a good personality, and could get along well with your classmates. You also looked good, and probably no one could criticize you for your appearance. Your grades were also excellent, and there was even no one in the same grade with better grades than you. Under such circumstances, on the second day of school, a senior student who was one year older than you and in a similar situation appeared at the door of the class. She attracted the attention of the whole class, had a gentle temperament, and her eyes looking at you were even more gentle.

She said, "Junior, let's go home together."

At this moment, the sunlight seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of memories. It fell on the senior sister's face. The mark of time was so obvious, and this moment was so worth remembering.

So, facing the silent gaze of the whole class, you gently uttered a word that your classmates would not hear.

⑨6○0⒈②⑥②⑦岭

Yi Er Er pulls out the feathers of her uncle

“Fuck.”

Standing up, facing the gaze of the senior student and the stares of his classmates that seemed to see through him, Nomiya went to the corner to pick up the fishing rod, and walked towards the door with his shoulder bag.

"Well, let's go." Nodding, he walked past the senior and took the lead.

You always have to give girls face. If you say nothing in public, it will cause great damage to a girl's reputation.

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed him quietly, her expression still gentle, and her eyes seemed to be moist as she moved them.

"Senior, you have a terrible temper."

"Eh? Why do you say that?" Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked, as if confused.

Nomiyama glanced at her as she approached him, his pace unchanged. "Given your popularity in school, you've basically killed all the peach blossoms on my tree."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes were innocent: "Don't you say you won't have affairs or fall in love before you turn sixteen?"

"Rumors."

"The one who cleans himself cleans himself."

Nomiyama glanced at her.

My senior was in trouble, and she'd deliberately lured me over to save her at noon, but what was she asking for? She knew she wouldn't fall in love before she was sixteen, so was she just jumping off a building for the experience? Could writers and authors really be so desperate to risk their lives in pursuit of a realistic experience?

"Could it be that my junior is worried?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked thoughtfully.

"Worried?" Nomiya looked at her.

"For example." Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes, "For example, that blonde schoolgirl heard rumors and misunderstood you or something."

Shaking his head, Nomiyama didn't care: "Compared to the absurd rumors circulating among classmates, Eriri will believe what I say. She won't misunderstand."

"Is that so?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes moved slightly.

This attitude of the junior...it seems that the golden-haired junior is really just a good friend, and the owner of that headband is someone else.

That could only be the information I got, that the girl who was inseparable from my junior in elementary school was Yukinoshita Yukino.

Should we say that girls are too gifted in love? They even want to put a lock on the person they like since elementary school.

After everyone changed their shoes and walked a distance out of the school gate, Nomiya stopped and looked at the senior who was obviously still thinking about something.

"Senior, I remember your home is not here."

Kasumigaoka Utaha answered quite naturally: "I'm going to the river to read."

"Oh."

Nomi-san turned and left: "I suddenly remembered that Dragon Ball will be re-run this afternoon, and Goku will transform into a Super Saiyan for the first time. I have to go home to witness it."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu took a few steps forward and grabbed the corner of his clothes, swearing, "I swear, I won't jump into the river this time, and I will definitely never do anything dangerous like this again."

Nomiya turned around, his face full of distrust.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath, her expression serious: "If I break my oath, Kasumigaoka Utaha will have a face full of acne from today on, for the rest of my life."

With his eyes wide open, Nomiya was a little shocked that he had made such a vicious oath to himself.

After thinking about it, he also said with a serious expression: "Senior sister, don't do this, this is too vicious."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

After all, he is a little boy, so it’s easy.

"Let's adjust the deadline. Three years from today will be enough to get acne."

With her eyes wide open, Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at him in a daze.

I just said it to show my determination, and you actually want to take it seriously?

......

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat quietly reading a book across from him from the black remains of the campfire.

In fact, she wasn't completely talking nonsense before. She really liked the environment by the river and also liked to sit here and read.

This urban legend is about the Sanzu River, where the river water flows into the sea, the sea water flows back, and dead people walk on the road; it sounds very scary.

But only when you stay by the river will you find that the water in this river is not turbulent, and the sound it makes is neither too loud nor too soft, just pleasant to the ear. The slopes along the river bank are covered with green grass, and there is a forest not far away. The path on the slope is only occasionally passed by vehicles. The wind from Haikou will blow the pages of the book, bringing the fragrance of flowers and fields on the road. It is a natural place to read.

It is probably also a good natural fishing spot.

Tilting her head, Kasumigaoka Utaha watched her junior hook up the pair of indoor shoes, her expression froze.

Although I saw it yesterday and heard my junior admit it, how did he do it and why was he able to catch indoor shoes from the river?

While thinking, she asked aloud: "Junior, besides your own indoor shoes, can you catch other people's?"

"can."

After stringing the bait, Nomi-san cast his rod into the water and said in a natural tone, "I might even catch a friend of mine, but she probably doesn't wear indoor shoes now, otherwise I'd be surprised if she didn't. She's quite annoying, and gets robbed every day."

According to what you said and your behavior, you are also robbed every day. What are you so happy about? Are you happy that your friend’s shoes were stolen?

Kasumigaoka Shiha asked casually, "Where's mine? Can you catch it, junior?"

"Probably not." Nomiya answered quickly, looking at the water.

"If I could have caught Senpai's shoes, I would have taken the bait yesterday."

"So..." Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped talking while thinking.

Only caught two people's indoor shoes? What's that? Does that fishing rod choose its own targets?

His eyes involuntarily fell on the fishing rod in his hand.

She remembered that she actually had an identical fishing rod last night, but it was sent away by her junior.

Shaking her head, she decided not to think about it anymore. There were too many mysteries and too few clues, so there was no point in guessing any further.

"what?"

Hearing the sound, she looked at her junior and found that he had stood up.

This is, did you catch something?

Nomiyama paused holding the rod, without exerting excessive force.

Something seemed a little off about what I caught this time.

After thinking about it, he simply stopped exerting force, but did not unhook. He just looked at the river quietly.

“It hurts so much, it hurts so much!!!”

A black-haired head emerged from the river, with a fishing hook hanging in her hair.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped flipping through the book and looked at the head that emerged from the water with a puzzled look.

Did they catch someone? Drowning?

Her thoughts raced, and she didn't rush to rescue him. Instead, she looked at her junior with a questioning look.

Nomiyama didn't respond to the senior's gaze, but just looked at the head in the water to identify it.