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Nomiya's gaze paused slightly at the side of her face.

She is very beautiful, with rosy red eyes full of boldness and confidence, which emanates from her eyes and flows through every end of her hair.

Lowering his gaze, he said, "When you came down, your pants got burned a little, exposing half of your butt."

The pink and white feet instantly appeared before my eyes.

"Mood! When will you learn to read the mood?"

Nomiyama looked at her gritting her teeth with a calm look in his eyes: "I think you did it on purpose."

Yukinoshita Xuewan gritted her teeth, retracted her feet that could not move forward, reached out, and took out the Immortal Binding Rope.

Nomiyama looked at the lake without looking back: "You can't tie me up."

Putting away the binding rope, Yukinoshita Xuewan took out a whip and looked at him with eager eyes.

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then said softly, "If you dare to hit me with that thing, I'll hang you up and hit you for a whole day and night."

Putting away the thorn whip, Yukinoshita Yukiwan looked serious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly whip you with this whip? You are the love of my life."

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Nomiyama rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a pen.

He spread out the paper and was about to write when he suddenly stopped.

If the woman at home is not lying, then does this mean that I am having a secret meeting with my lover behind my wife's back?

What a wonderful age to be thirteen.

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Chapter 66: Fish goes first, Yang comes later

Nomiya stopped writing and hesitated for a rare moment.

What should I do?

If this bottle friend named Xue Wan is really her, how should I react?

There are so many questions I want to ask her that I need to carefully consider how to start.

Do you know me? What year are you from? Do you have black hair and red eyes? What is our relationship? Why are you looking for me with a bamboo tube?

How are you doing now? What does it mean to go down the mountain? What does it mean?

Nomiyama took out a notebook, wrote down line after line of questions, and then tore off the pages one by one.

He didn't know whether he should ask these questions or not, and he didn't know what the other party would do after she realized that he was starting to understand these things. If it was really her, then her not confessing at the first time meant that she had her own thoughts. Unnecessary questions might cause variables, for example, she didn't want to talk anymore.

Picking up his pen, he finally just wrote down a slightly probing question.

What does he like to eat?

Raise your hand, throw the bamboo tube into the river, and then wait for the reaction of the fishing rod.

One second after the bamboo tube fell into the water, there was a movement from the fishing rod. Nomiya lifted the rod, took the object on the hook and opened it.

Xuewan: [I eat everything, but I prefer grilled chicken and fish.]

Living in the mountains, liking grilled chicken and fish, coupled with what the old man said before, 'She is dead, but will definitely come to find me', Nomiyama was finally confirmed.

The one on the other side of the bamboo tube is her, and the pallu she is talking about is herself.

She found a way to travel through time and find herself coming down the mountain.

So she really was dead.

In the past, she would travel through time to find me, but now she doesn’t even exist by my side.

She is really dead.

I picked up the pen, but I couldn't continue writing.

The hand holding the pen was shaking violently.

"Waste right hand."

"I can't even remember it, why are you sad?"

Putting down the pen and raising his hand, Nomiya slammed his right hand against the slope. With a muffled sound, the remains of the bonfire were smashed into dust and smoke, and a small pit appeared there.

Take a glance.

Very good, I can burn fire in the pit from now on.

Holding the pen again, with some black charcoal ash, Nomiyama responded on the paper.

Why not let him do it himself? Can't he learn it?

He raised his hand, threw the bamboo tube into the river, and then pulled it out in an instant.

Xue Wan: [He should have learned it long ago, he's just lazy and prefers to let others prepare food for him rather than doing it himself.]

I'm so sad

Fenghaya: [He's been spoiled too much. My friend here told me that sometimes when you spoil someone too much, they lose their ability to act on their own.]

Xuewan: [Is it so serious?]

Nomiyama looked up and thought about himself. When Yukinoshita was around, he seemed to have no motivation to make bento. He just liked to go to school all day to take advantage of the fruits of her labor, commonly known as eating for free.

Fenghaya: [That’s right, it’s easy for him to develop path dependence, and he’ll become a lazy useless person if you keep raising him for a long time.]

Kazehaya: [Besides, don’t you want to try what the roasted chicken made by Palu tastes like?]

Xue Wan: [You have a point. I will ask him to roast a chicken for me when I get back.]

Kazehaya: [Well, also, why do you want to cook for him? ]

This time the reply was still quick, but the words were a little dazzling.

"Of course it's because I like him. How come he doesn't understand girls at all? He likes to prepare food for someone. Of course it's because he likes me."

Nomiyama replied after a while: [I see.]

Xue Wan: [Yeah, you mentioned friends just now. Do you have any friends you can go fishing with?]

Kazehaya: [Yes, but she went to a place far away and won’t be back for a while.]

I stopped writing, thought for a while, and added: [But she will come back, so I don’t feel very sad.]

Xue Wan: [Oh, is it convenient for you to tell me her name?]

Without Yukinoshita's consent, Nomiyama didn't write the whole thing, but just hesitated and put the name on it: [Yukino]

Xue Wan: [I almost thought it was my name]

Fenghaya: [The difference is still huge, you should take a look at your eyes.]

Xue Wan: [Your mouth stinks, you must have gone to the bathroom before leaving.]

No, your words are much more offensive than mine...

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Look to the next row.

Xue Wan: [Does she have a fishing rod like yours?]

Kazehaya: [Hmm]

Xue Wan: [That’s great, you two are destined to be together]

Xue Wan: [Let’s stop chatting. I should go play with my Palu and ask him to roast a chicken for me. See you next time.]

Nomiyama looked at this and subconsciously wanted to keep her for a while longer, wanting to ask when he could contact her next time, but in the end he just wrote: [Have fun, and by the way, you can ask him to grill fish for you. I think he should be able to do that.]

I threw the bamboo tube into the river and waited for a while, but there was no movement on the fishing rod.

Silently, he retrieved the hook, put the bait back on, and threw it into the river.

The information we can get now is that Aquarius is her, or her past self.

Maybe now she is really dead as the old man said.

Turning his head, Nomiya looked upstream.

If time is a river, then she undoubtedly belongs to the upstream of the past, while she is downstream.

She was able to break through the blockade of time and communicate with herself, probably with the help of the same fishing rod, the bamboo tube, and this special river.

I can communicate with her using a fishing rod, but I probably can't use my body to swim upstream against the river of time.

If I could do it, I would definitely do it in the past, unless I was a brainless person in the past.

In other words, her death is an established fact and cannot be changed.

There is no reason.

If the problem cannot be solved, it must be because you haven't found the method yet. There is no absolute in this world. There must be a method that can change everything, but you just haven't found it yet.

While he was lost in thought, the fishing rod moved.

fish?

Nomiyama held the fishing rod and pulled the caught fish ashore with a little force.

He stood up, lowered his head, and looked at the fish rolling and leaping.

There are no strange patterns, and no smell that makes you feel targeted.

A normal and ordinary black carp, more than one meter long.

His brows furrowed, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of Yukinoshita.

How did I catch normal fish?

What happened over there in Yukinoshita?

Or is it my side that is going to have problems?

With his eyes narrowed, Nomiya raised the branch and sent the lively fish directly into hell.

Then he prepared to go to the woods to collect firewood.

In short, eat first and think about it after you finish eating. If there is really a problem, you can't avoid it anyway.

Turning around, he looked at the person who appeared on the slope with a surprised expression.

He has black hair that is shorter than his shoulders, which is considered short hair for girls. He wears handsome sunglasses and it is obvious that he is a few years older than me.

Most importantly, it seems like we know each other.

Yukinoshita Haruno stood by the roadside, looked at him on the slope, stretched out her fingers, lifted her sunglasses, revealing her deep blue eyes.

As if out of curiosity and surprise.

"Nomi-san-san?"

Nomiya looked down at the fish, then turned to look at Yukinoshita's sister.

So, the warning about the danger of this fish came from this person?

Chapter 67: The Blessings of the Yukinoshita Family

For Yukinoshita Haruno, going to school has never been a challenging thing.

Her family's businesses were all in Chiba, and she chose to give up attending the University of Tokyo, which was highly sought after by Japanese students, when she was young.

It was fun to compete with talented students from all over the country, and getting into the University of Tokyo School of Medicine was also very challenging.

So she chose Chiba University in her hometown.

For the man named Yukinoshita, there is nothing in the world more challenging and fulfilling than conquering the man in the back mountain.

According to family records, the ancestor who first met him was unrivaled in talent and beauty, the only one in heaven and on earth, a true favorite of the gods. However, he suffered his first defeat at the hands of him, which was followed by a lifetime of entanglement, and he was never able to truly be with him until his death.