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After sending the message and waiting for a reply, he asked, "You were stabbed to death, how's your brother?"

"I don't know..." Nishino Ryoko said with a worried look on her face. "I was going to the hospital for a matching test that day, and then I was stabbed. I don't know if my brother has found a match. His condition seems to be very serious now."

"You're really unlucky." Nomiyama closed his phone after taking a look at the message. "The hospital replied. It looks like your brother is at least still alive."

......

Hospital, inpatient corridor.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu tugged at her junior's clothes and looked at Nishino Ryoko, who was observing her younger brother through the window not far away. She lowered her voice and asked, "Junior, are you the kind of ambassador who helps people fulfill their last wishes after they die?"

Nomiyama's gaze also fell over there, and he quickly replied, "Of course not. In a sense, this is the first time I've caught a ghost. I did see one several years ago, but that was because of a friend, not because I caught it directly."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment and said, "In other words, Senior Nishino's existence has other meanings."

"Yeah." Nomiyama nodded, then shook his head, "But I don't know what it is either. Anyway, help her solve her current needs first. If there is anything else, it will always appear."

Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed to be thinking: "Could it be that Senior Nishino is here to talk to you about love? The story of a human and a ghost is actually quite eye-catching."

Nomiyama turned his head and stared at her expressionlessly.

"Eh? What's wrong?" Kasumigaoka Utaha was confused at first, then she showed a look of sudden realization, "Oh, yeah, I forgot, junior doesn't fall in love before he's sixteen."

"No, I'm not saying I don't want to date." Nomiyama denied this statement and continued, "What I want to say is that you, senior, have really been invaded by the idea of love. You think about everything in terms of love."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't deny it, but just looked at him with a smile: "Junior brother, because falling in love is the thing that makes girls happy the most."

Then she didn't talk about this topic anymore, but looked at the high school senior who was walking towards her and said softly: "Junior, it seems to be over."

"Yeah." Nomiyama glanced at Ryoko Nishino who was walking over, turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't act as straightforwardly as he did, but waved to Nishino Ryoko first before following him.

Nishino Ryoko took a few quick steps to catch up with the young man, then asked with some concern: "My brother, should he be okay?"

Nomiyama carried his fishing rod and walked leisurely: "It's okay, the staff said the transplant was successful and there was no rejection reaction."

Nishino Ryoko breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

Nomiya looked ahead, quietly, and walked forward at a set pace. He didn't look around until he reached the hospital entrance.

Nothing special happened.

He gripped the fishing rod in his hand, somewhat unconvinced.

Was he really just asking me to be a vow-fulfilling ambassador? Had the fishing rod changed its nature?

He turned his head and looked at the street not far in front of the hospital.

There is a mobile stall, also known as a roadside stall, selling oden.

There are generally few food stalls in places like hospitals. Firstly, the stalls are basically set up in specific areas. Secondly, it is not suitable for patients to eat these things. When they are sick, they either eat light flavors such as porridge and fruits, or nourishing foods such as chicken soup. Doctors do not recommend eating oden, fried food, or barbecue.

Of course, perhaps because there are so many patients who are greedy, this stall's business is unexpectedly good.

Moreover, an acquaintance was there picking and choosing.

After thinking about it, Nomiyama carried the fishing rod on his shoulder and walked over there.

Walking to the front of the stall, he looked at the griddle of oden and casually greeted, "Sister Aso."

"Ok?"

Aso Nozomi stood in front of the stall, biting a large piece of spring bamboo shoots and looking at him sideways.

After chewing and swallowing, she smiled and said, "After Yukino-san left, did Kazehaya-san even have to come down to buy oden by himself?"

Nomiyama put the fishing rod aside, took out three large food cups from the table, picked them up, and complained: "I'm not in the hospital today, I just came to the hospital for a visit. Sister Aso, you have a big problem with your memory."

Aso Nozomi seemed to have just remembered and nodded: "Yes, yes, today Kazehaya-kun just came to see someone."

Nomiyama picked two pieces of radish for himself and handed one of the empty cups to the senior student who came over: "Pick something you like, the oden here is delicious."

Then he handed the last empty cup to Nishino Ryoko who was in a daze beside him: "Pick something to eat, they all taste good."

Nishino Ryoko looked at the large food cup in her hand and looked at him hesitantly: "Is this really okay?"

Nomiyama looked at her strangely: "Has your sense of taste deteriorated now?"

Nishino Ryoko choked and replied, "Probably not."

"Then eat it. Fill it up with whatever you want."

"Oh..." Nishino Ryoko lowered her eyes and tightened her hands holding the paper cup.

Nomiyama didn't bother to pay attention to her reaction and just picked what he liked.

Aso Nozomi watched his actions and smiled, "It's the same one Yukino-san usually picks."

Nomiyama paused for a moment and nodded, "Yes, that vicious Yukinoshita deliberately kept feeding me these foods, and made my stomach like this."

Aso Nozomi shook her head: "Brother Fenghaya just loves to say some inexplicable and nonsensical things."

"It's all her fault. It's all her fault anyway."

Nomiyama picked up his food cup, looked at her, and chewed: "It's all because of her that I like to eat these now."

Aso Nozomi laughed, turned and walked towards the hospital, waving her hand: "Whatever, it's useless to say this to me, you should say it to Yukino-san."

Haha, it’s not that I don’t dare to say it. Just wait, when she comes back, I will let her know the majesty of the Minister of Service Department.

Raising his hand, he took a big bite of a piece of bamboo shoot.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was picking up the oden while glancing at the two people who were talking.

It seems that Yukinoshita Yukino has basically infiltrated herself into every aspect of her junior's life, which is much better than the golden-haired junior girl.

As for the golden-haired schoolgirl, well, it seems that apart from the childhood sweetheart attribute, she doesn't seem to have any personal advantages, so she is the type that there is no need to worry about.

Nomiyama chewed the spring bamboo shoots in his mouth, took out his cell phone and looked at it. There was a message from Eriri, which had been sent for a while.

[Where are you? Why aren't you by the river?]

Holding the food cup with his left hand, Nomiyama replied: [I caught something strange at the hospital. I came to the hospital for something.]

Eriri: [What do you mean by something? It's just that he was poisoned, right?]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [You're not being poisoned this time, so don't come looking for me. I'm going home soon.]

Eriri: [Heh heh, you're just trying to save face.]

Nomiyama didn't reply. It seemed that this thing was really hard to explain. After all, every time he came to the hospital in the past, he was poisoned and fell to the ground.

Turning his head, he glanced at Nishino Ryoko who had already chosen the oden. Nomiya felt his body, took out his wallet and paid the bill with the boss.

"Junior." Kasumigaoka Utaha called him.

Nomiyama shook his head: "I'm the one who wants to take you guys out to eat, so there's no need to split the bill."

"Yeah." Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't insist. Her junior had his own ideas. Since he had decided to treat her, there was no need to be polite. When she had the chance in the future, she could just find a reason to buy some fish and go to his house for a meal.

The three of them returned to a place not far from the hospital entrance, holding food cups filled with oden.

Nomiyama swallowed the soft white radish in his mouth and looked at Nishino Ryoko beside him: "You should go, go to that river."

"We won't send it off."

Nishino Ryoko paused holding the bamboo stick and said, "Oh."

She held the paper cup and walked towards the street where the lights were shining.

Nomiyama looked at her back quietly, waiting for something unexpected to happen.

The figure walked farther and farther away, until it was about to leave the orange and step into the shadow.

Nomiyama frowned. Was he really overthinking this? Did Yugan really just want him to help this idiot fulfill his wish so he could get on with his journey?

Ryoko Nishino looked at the long night road ahead, clenched the large, still hot paper cup in her hand, and stopped.

She turned around and looked at the young man.

"Nomi-san-san."

Nomiyama looked at her and responded, "Yeah."

“Thank you for the oden.”

Nomiyama looked at her seriously, picked up a bunch of fish balls and stuffed them into his mouth: "You're welcome. I heard the line downstairs is very long, so try to eat slowly."

"Yeah!" Nishino Ryoko nodded hard, "I'll try to eat for a long time."

She took two steps forward, then turned back, her voice hesitant this time.

"Nomiyama-san..."

"Ah."

Nishino Ryoko's voice was filled with confusion and anxiety: "Will my luck be better in my next life?"

Nomiyama swallowed his food and looked at the girl under the light in the distance.

She was probably extremely unlucky, having been separated from her biological parents since childhood. After finally getting some news and getting in touch with them, she discovered that her younger brother had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant. So she was about to go to the hospital to match her brother's blood type, but on the way, she was stabbed to death by a madman who was seeking revenge against society.

But how can I know what will happen in my next life?

So Nomiyama shook his head: "I don't know about my next life."

Nishino Ryoko lowered her eyes and murmured, "Is that so? That's right. Who knows what will happen in the next life?"

"But you're a good person, and you've done your best in many things. If this world isn't blind, you should have good luck in your next life."

Ryoko Nishino suddenly looked up and looked at the man who was obviously a few years younger than her.

After a long moment, she smiled brightly: "Yeah!!"

It wasn't until the senior in school uniform disappeared from sight that Kasumigaoka Shiina spoke: "Junior, it seems that nothing else happened."

"Hmm." Nomiyama bit off another fish ball and looked down at his fishing rod.

"Then, let's go home?" asked Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Let's wait until we finish eating." Nomiya was not in a hurry.

"Okay, junior, will you give it to me?" Kasumigaoka Utaha said casually.

Looking up at the dark sky, Nomiyama nodded: "Yeah, okay."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stirred the juice with a diabolo stick and stopped talking.

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

Until one moment, Nomiya turned his head and looked at the street corner in the distance.

There was a man there, an old man, looking at himself for a long time.

After looking at each other, the old man turned around and disappeared.

Oh, here comes the real purpose of the fishing rod.

He closed his eyes and gripped the fishing rod tightly.

"Senior, I can't take you there today. I have something to take care of. If you have any questions, please notify me on your phone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from where he was.

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt the wind blowing from the spot, looked at the place where he disappeared, and then looked at the leaves that were blown by the wind and fell into the oden.

Think, then stop thinking.

The relationship has only been established superficially, and if the junior student doesn't say anything, it's almost impossible to guess what he is going to do.

The bamboo sticks stirred the juice, and Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the swaying leaves and smiled.

Now that I have found the male protagonist, it’s time to start writing my novel. It’s a pity that if I want to write a novel, I probably won’t be able to experience these strange and bizarre things with my junior for a while. After all, I have to work really hard.

......

Nomiyama followed the man relying on some feeling until he reached a familiar place.

Stopping on the slope, Nomiyama looked at the old lady standing on the river bank, as if waiting for him.

The old woman is very old, but the kind of oldness that is evident in the wrinkles all over her face or her silver hair is not in the rich and heavy feeling of time that she carries with her.

What surprised Nomiyama was that even at this point, the man's eyes were still a clear blue.

After thinking for a while, he said with certainty: "You know me."

The old man had a calm expression and just looked at him.