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In this regard, she seemed to be much luckier than Yukino. When Yukino was in elementary school, she was always assigned to the same class as him, and even their seats were right next to each other.

But Yukino also had bad luck. Her family arranged for her to go to Europe, which led to the current situation.

I became the one left, and the person with the best relationship with him in the school, so I had the opportunity to approach him without any scruples.

I have to try my best, otherwise if things continue as usual, they will definitely walk into the wedding church together, and then as their best friend, I won't even be able to refuse the role of bridesmaid.

At that time, I will have to stand in the church, watch them exchange rings, watch them swear and kiss each other, and I can't cry, I have to smile and give my blessings.

Such a shattered picture of life is worse than the world being destroyed directly.

Shivering, Eriri Sawamura put aside the horrific images in her mind and walked up the stairs.

During this year, there were actually not many girls around him. The girl with long black hair, Utaha Kasumigaoka, would appear occasionally, but she was mostly trapped in an obsessive state of creation, and later she left Chiba for Tokyo.

The other one is Yukinoshita Haruno, who appears by the river every day. Although she is difficult to deal with, she is Yukino's sister.

Fishing was probably just her personal hobby, even though she hadn't caught any fish all year.

But Feng Zao was right, people are not good at it, so they are addicted.

In short, apart from Yukino, I am definitely the person closest to him. All I have to do next is find a way to take it one step further.

Just like those comic stories, one day, it rains heavily and I get soaked all over, so I have a legitimate reason to go to his house. Then I just have to take a bath at his house, and then do as my mother taught me, go out wearing a bath towel, and deliberately take it off, just to seduce him.

My mother said that he is most prone to restlessness as he has just entered puberty. As long as the emotions are in place and a little temptation is given, the effect achieved will be many times better than ordinary interactions.

Sawamura Eriri actually still has the key to his house. She asked him for it on a whim when they were in elementary school. In order to prevent him from thinking she was being reckless, she dragged Yukino along, giving each of them a key, and even made up an excuse.

Whenever it rains, the two of them can come to his house to shelter from the rain.

But that incident happened soon after, and my key was no longer useful. Instead, Yukino probably kept using it.

Later in junior high school, everyone finally moved on from that incident, but Sawamura Eriri could no longer go to his house or open the door as usual as before.

She suddenly found that she could no longer do that ordinary thing.

I can only wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to go to his house.

Just haven't waited yet.

Shaking her head, Eriri Sawamura shook off the gloomy emotions, raised her smile and walked forward.

Yukino won't be back for another two years, so I still have time. One day, I can go back to the state where I can open his door at will.

Stepping up the stairs, Eriri Sawamura pushed open the door.

Pink cherry blossoms flew past before my eyes. Young boys and girls sat close together, their hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

The boy was taking the food handed to him by the girl.

They have the same black hair, the same black pupils, and the same natural and quiet aura.

The Lost Life of Jiuyu Sanqi Jiuba

Another black-haired one?

why?

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Nomiyama walked up the stairs quietly. After a few steps, he belatedly asked the person behind him, "Is Kato afraid of being scolded by the teachers?"

Kato Hui was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Nomiyama listened to the voice that remained unchanged and didn't mind. He just continued to climb up and explained, "The rooftop is generally not allowed to go up. I pried the lock here. If the teachers found out, they would probably catch me and give me a lecture."

Kato Megumi's expression didn't change. She just followed him, saying in a normal tone, "It's okay. When I was with Ueno Miyama-san, I already expected to be scolded by the teacher."

"Don't make it sound like I make mistakes all the time. I'm a good student." Nomiyama pushed open the door to the rooftop helplessly.

He walked straight to the rooftop railing, sat down, and began to open his lunch box.

His lunch boxes are now all prepared by Gong Yu. They are large portions, nutritionally balanced, and contain rich ingredients. Sometimes he has the illusion that the lunch box in his hand was prepared by the perfectionist Yukinoshita.

Holding the chopsticks, he split the egg fried into a heart shape into two halves and stuffed half into his mouth.

As he chewed, he looked at the clouds in the distant sky and pondered for a moment.

Come to think of it, why was I eating lunch with Kato? It seemed like we suddenly ended up on the rooftop together for no apparent reason.

"Nomiyama-san, why is the railing on the opposite side broken?"

Hearing the question, which lacked any questioning tone, Nomiya shifted his gaze towards the railing and gave a brief answer: "A year ago, someone jumped from the building, and then the railing broke."

Kato Megumi's eyes twitched slightly. Someone broke the railings and jumped off the building? That didn't seem right. Why would someone need to break the railings to jump off a building? Nomiyama-san must have omitted some information.

But then again, if it involves some more private matters, it is normal for him not to tell his current self.

So she calmed down and picked up the food from her lunch box and put it into her mouth.

Nomiyama glanced at the lunch box held by the person next to him and sniffed.

Onion, cucumber, egg, tomato, pork, tempura.

These are all very common ingredients and are the basis of home cooking.

Kato Megumi was keenly aware of his subtle movements, perhaps this was the feedback she got from secretly observing him over the years.

It is always easy to see the details in Nomiyama-san's performance.

So she swallowed the food in her mouth, thought about how to chat with friends, and said calmly: "Did Nomiyama-san make his own lunch box?"

"No." Nomiyama responded quickly, his cheeks puffing up as he spoke. "My family made it. I'm lazy."

"Like this." Kato Megumi glanced at his large lunch box.

The ingredients are very rich, with seasonal vegetables, but the most prominent one should be the meat. There seems to be chicken, pork, beef and shrimp, and a lot of it. When someone from my family mentioned it, it should be the beautiful sister I met last time.

“It’s very rich and looks delicious.”

Nomiyama chewed, then swallowed the food with great effort, feeling slightly satisfied: "Well, because I have a big appetite."

"It's delicious indeed. My family is very good at cooking." Having said that, he looked at the other person's lunch box.

"What about Kato-san? Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes, I made it myself." Kato Megumi nodded.

After a pause, she remembered her classmates' habit of sharing bento, and asked calmly, "Nomiyama-san, would you like to try the flavor?"

Nomiyama never refused food. He licked his lips and said, "Yes."

Kato Megumi held the chopsticks tightly in her hand, picked up a piece of pork belly and handed it to him.

Nomiyama picked up the chopsticks, picked up the piece of meat, put it into his mouth, and chewed it to taste.

Kato Megumi was slightly stunned when she saw him squinting his eyes as if he was enjoying it.

The rooftop door was pushed open.

The little blond took a step forward and looked at the two of them, his mouth slightly open.

Chapter 2: Look, it’s very simple ()

Being seen, being seen with ease.

Because I was talking to Nomiyama-san and exchanging lunch boxes.

Nomiyama-san has a presence that cannot be ignored. When his gaze and movements meet mine, my weak sense of existence will be shattered.

Then, you will appear in front of everyone.

Looking up, Kato Megumi looked at Sawamura who pushed the door open and remained silent.

At times like this, it's time for Nomiyama-san, a boy, to speak.

Nomiyama chewed the meat and took out a few pieces of beef and shrimp from his lunch box and handed them to Kato. He said in a normal tone: "Eriri, you came quite late today."

“Try these two. The seasoning is relatively light, but it really brings out the flavor of the ingredients.”

"Oh well."

Kato Megumi reached out for the lunch box, glanced at Sawamura-san whose twintails were shaking slightly, then lowered her eyes and ate quietly.

It’s not her fault. Nomiyama-san handed it to her himself, so it’s hard to refuse.

Eri Sawamura watched him share his food and subconsciously clenched her fists. Where on earth did you come from as a reincarnated starving ghost? How could someone get close to you just because someone shared a meal with you?

"Eriri, what are you doing standing there?" Nomiyama looked at her for a moment, then glanced at Kato, who was standing beside him, and realized something. "This is Kato Megumi, Kato, the daughter of that uncle Kato who often gave me fish and fish broth at the supermarket."

"Oh." Sawamura Eriri responded, walked towards him, and forced a smile, "Hello Kato-san, my name is Sawamura Eriri."

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In short, she couldn't lose her composure. Mom said that girls who lose their composure are the ugliest. And he did explain, but why? Do friends need to explain these things? Or did he realize that he was thinking...

"Well, I know, Sawamura-san is very famous." Kato Megumi looked at the person coming and nodded seriously, although she still showed some emotion.

Nomiyama swallowed his food and looked at Eriri, who seemed to be thinking about something while sitting next to him.

Anyway, let’s wait for the invincible Yukinoshita-san to come back and let her solve it.

So he interrupted Eriri's thoughts and spoke confidently: "Eriri, where is the lunch box that Sayuri-sama prepared?"

Sawamura Eriri came to her senses, raised her foot and kicked his calf, glaring at him: "Don't call me sister!"

"Okay." Nomiya nodded and extended his hand.

Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes at him, took out a bento from her bag and handed it to him.

Nomiya took it, opened it, and sniffed it.

She drugged him, and no matter how many times she told him that it was useless, Sister Sayuri remained stubborn.

Putting his empty lunch box aside, he picked up his chopsticks and started a new round of eating.

Anyway, some wilderness survival programs often say that anything that can be digested is nutritious.

"Kazehaya." Sawamura Eriri tightened her fingers as she watched him trying hard to eat.

"Hmm?" Because his mouth was full of food, Nomiyama's response was very brief.

"Mom asked you to come to my house in a few days."

Nomiyama stopped eating, tried to swallow the food, and tilted his head: "What?"

Sawamura Eriri was a little embarrassed: "It's my birthday. My mom's birthday is in a few days, and she insisted on asking you to celebrate with her. She doesn't hold a party for her birthday. She said that it's usually just the two of us. I always feel..."

"Okay." Nomiya answered quickly, interrupting what she was about to say.

But he immediately added, "I haven't eaten cake in a long time. Let's ask Sister Sayuri to make a bigger one. If it's smaller, it might not be enough for me."

"I told you not to call me sister!" Sawamura Eriri raised her foot and kicked without hesitation.

Nomiya ignored the slight injury and continued to lower his head to soothe his stomach.

"Come to think of it, Kazehaya, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your birthday." Eriri Sawamura suddenly asked a question.

Nomi Yamate paused.

He remembered a date, which was also the date on his ID, but he knew that that day was not actually his birthday. It was probably just the time when he met her.

So he shook his head: "I have no parents, and I don't even know the day of my birth. Usually, every New Year, I assume I'm a year older."

Sawamura Eriri was slightly stunned, a little at a loss: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Nomiyama looked at her, reached out his hand, and flicked her forehead: "Why are you sad about something that I don't care about myself?"

"I just..." Sawamura Eriri lowered her head slightly, "If Yukino were here, she would definitely say something to make you happy."

Nomiyama thought about it, and when Yukinoshita knew about this, he pondered for a while, then said, "That's great. A New Year's gift can also be used as a birthday gift, which saves a lot of effort."

Tsk, so vicious, not as considerate as Eriri.

But she added, "It seems that every year from now on, it will be difficult for me to miss Nomiyama-kun's birthday. What a hassle."

Well, I had no choice but to forgive her.

He looked at Eriri again, reached out, picked up a slice of tomato from her lunch box and put it in his mouth.