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In the end, it was Yukinoshita Yukino who gave up the urge to take action first. She took two steps forward and carefully stroked her new friend's back.

"I..."

Nomiyama looked at her cautiously with interest, wondering what she would do in this situation. Would she go against her conscience and lie to comfort her?

"I know."

Nomiya was silent, then turned his head away silently.

The cunning Yukinoshita gave a vague answer, "I know", neither confirming nor denying it.

People really can't be too smart.

......

Carrying his fishing rod and backpack, Nomiyama walked towards yesterday's fishing spot with his mouth raised.

Yesterday’s failure is just the past; today’s success is the status quo.

In the distance the sun is gradually turning orange, by the river there are swaying weeds, and traces of the campfire left the day before are still there, drawing a circle of darkness on the slope. The breeze is gentle, blowing the hair on my forehead.

Fortunately, the pile of snake corpses was taken away, so at least it is no longer an eyesore.

Nomiyama decided that if he caught those snakes again today, he would smash them to death and throw them into the river, so as not to trouble the hard-working sanitation workers.

He let out a breath and opened his backpack. There was no book inside, only a box of snails soaked in water.

Take out the bait box, take out a snail, smash it, and then hang the snail meat on the hook.

With eyes full of anticipation, Nomiyama cast his first rod of the day.

Wait quietly, be calm and leisurely.

Nomiyama was not in a hurry. He seemed to be born with a unique talent for waiting.

But things always seemed to go beyond his expectations. After a few seconds, he felt the weight on the fishing rod in his hand.

Ok?

Whose fish is it that is so eager to take the bait?

Lift it hard.

Under the orange sunset, a faintly shining object swept across the air, raising drops of crystal, and then fell in front of the boy.

Nomiya fell silent.

What fell down was a pair of indoor shoes. The fish hook pierced the sides of the two shoes and hung them together.

Taking a deep breath, Nomiyama removed the fishhook and carefully lifted up the two indoor shoes to observe them.

There were markings on both sides of the shoes, the familiar X.

Yukinoshita-san's indoor shoes...

This is too annoying. Yesterday, the shoes were stolen and they were hidden secretly. Today, after stealing the shoes, they just threw them into the river...

Shake head and sigh.

Nomiyama swore that he would not become such an annoying person. It was okay not to make friends, but at least he couldn't be so annoying.

After thinking about this, he picked up his shoes, stood up, bent down and raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

The shoes fell into the flowing river, splashing water and ripples.

Nodding, well, it’s better to let Yukinoshita-san solve her own problem. People grow by solving various problems.

Sit down, re-bait, and cast the rod.

I waited with a smile on my face, but I didn't expect to feel a pull on the fishing rod just a few seconds later.

His expression became even happier, and Nomiya raised his hand.

Under the orange sunset, a faintly shining object swept across the air, raising drops of crystal, and then fell in front of the boy.

His joy was suppressed, and Nomiya remained silent for a long time with an expressionless face.

Finally he removed the hook, stood up, looked around, and threw the two indoor shoes in his hands downstream on the left, towards the sea.

Yukinoshita-san, your shoes are about to swim in the ocean, so just be happy.

He re-strung the bait and cast the rod again, but this time he didn't feel the visible pleasure.

After a few seconds, there was a response from the fishing rod in my hand.

Ok?

Raise your hand and raise the rod.

Under the orange sunset, a faintly shining object swept across the air, raising drops of crystal, and then fell in front of the boy.

With an expressionless face, Nomiya took off the fishhook.

You have to rely on me, right?

He took a few breaths and placed his indoor shoes beside him.

He continued to string the bait, but he couldn't help mumbling to himself.

"Yukinoshita-san, there's something wrong with your indoor shoes. They can swim."

While breathing, he cast another rod.

This time the wait was longer, until the bored mosquito disturbed Nomiyama for the third time, and he finally felt the pull.

Raise your mouth and lift the rod.

Under the orange sunset, a faintly shining object swept across the air, raising drops of crystal, and then fell in front of the boy.

Looking at the pair of new shoes in front of him, Nomiya frowned.

There is a mark on the shoe, a very clear √.

That √ seems to be... a mark he drew in the same way as Yukinoshita-san.

In other words, these are his indoor shoes...

?

Why? I had just enrolled, so there was no reason for me to provoke hostility from my classmates.

Is it because I made Sawamura-san cry by beating her or because I spoke a few more words to Yukinoshita-san?

Could it be that they actually have fans?

But if you like them both very much, why do you let them be in a state where they seem to have no friends?

Or maybe my attitude this morning upset some classmates?

With his expression constantly changing, Nomiyama finally confirmed one thing.

People are complex.

Sighing, he placed his indoor shoes next to the other pair and put the bait back on the hook.

He held up his face in thought and was in a daze, then casually placed one hand on the fishing rod.

A huge force came suddenly.

This time the object seemed so huge that his right hand holding the rod shifted slightly, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

The golden color reflecting off the river surface is so dazzling.

His eyebrows were covered with passion again, and Nomiya's mouth corners were raised.

Raise it with great force.

“Ooooooooo…Mom…Wow!!!”

The fishing rod was still straight, and the blond man was hung in the air by the hook, rubbing his blue eyes with his hands, and the liquid flowing on his face was hard to tell whether it was river water or tears.

Because the fishing hook was hung on the back collar, the clothes were naturally pulled up, revealing the white and tender belly.

Eriri Sawamura cried loudly, and then she felt her breathing suddenly return to normal. She looked at the boy holding the pole below and finally reacted.

She stopped crying and covered her exposed belly with her hands. Her face turned red and she shouted a warning.

"Pervert!!! Don't look at that!!!"

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By the river, there was the girl's shy voice, the gentle sound of the wind, the incessant sound of water, and someone's disgusted sound.

Nomiyama raised his fishing rod and stared at her hanging on the hook with an expressionless face.

Today's catch.

A pair of Yukinoshita Yukino's indoor shoes.

A pair of Nomiyama Kazehaya's indoor shoes.

A talking Eriri Sawamura.

Chapter 7 Your dad looks a lot like you

The emerald green fishing rod was thrown aside, and the two people on the river bank stared at each other.

"You stole Yukino's shoes."

yi ling yi er er ba san ling jiu ba

Eriri Sawamura curled up her body, hugged her knees, blinked her eyes twice, and made a brutal statement that struck the soul.

Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably twice, and Nomiya stared at her for a few seconds.

It's still spring, and the girl isn't wearing those cute skirts. Instead, she's wearing wide-leg trousers with an orange jacket with a white lining. It looks bright and cute, if she's not completely wet.

Because it is spring, the wind is still a bit chilly. If you are soaked all over, it will not only be uncomfortable, but if you don't treat it, you will most likely catch a cold the next day.

"I didn't steal it. I fished it out of the river."

Nomiyama put on his bag, picked up his fishing rod and stood up.

"You're kidding, how could you catch indoor shoes?" Sawamura Eriri muttered quietly.

Hearing this, Nomiyama lowered his head slightly, moved closer to her, and stared into her eyes that reflected the sky and himself: "Don't forget, I also fished you out."

Usuki 0 also Ⅱ 瀏 邇 求令

Turning his head, he walked up the slope: "Let's go."

Sawamura Eriri's head was in chaos when he said, "I caught you too." This sentence always sounded like "You are my property now too."

Her head gradually heated up, and even though she was soaked and the cold wind kept blowing, her cheeks still turned red.

It wasn't until Nomiyama was about to walk up the slope and onto the riverside road that she whispered, "Where are we going..."

Nomiyama turned his head to look at her who was still on the slope, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks, and he felt a sense of trouble.

It seems that there is no need to wait until the next day. Sawamura seems to have a fever now, and his face is red.

Shaking his head, he walked straight along the road without stopping: "Let's go to my house and find you some clothes."

Go...go...go to your house???

Eri Sawamura opened and closed her mouth, and finally, seeing him about to walk out of her sight, she quickly stood up and chased after him.

Nomiya was walking on the road and tore off the missing person notice from the telephone pole.

The text description is roughly: name unknown, age 16-18, wearing a white yukata, missing, reward 10 billion yen.

Don't know the name, but lost.

Nomiyama sighed, feeling that the person who posted the missing person notice was rather odd. He didn't know the name, and even the picture he provided was just a drawing.

The reason he noticed the notice, besides the exaggerated reward, was because the painting looked familiar.

It looks a lot like the photo hanging in his living room, that is, like his father who is dead somewhere.

Maybe a relative?

Just as I was thinking about it, my sleeve was tugged.

Nomiya turned his head and looked at Sawamura, whose clothes were still dripping with water.