Comics, daily stories

Nomiyama: [She was soaking wet, so I asked her to take a bath at my house to get rid of the cold.]

Yukinoshita: [Who asked you to bring Eriri to your house to take a bath? ]

Xianxun: Ba Yi Si Jiu Ling ③ Qie Ba

Nomiyama: [What kind of friend are you? She's prone to getting sick if she doesn't take a hot bath.]

Yukinoshita: [What about clothes? My clothes are soaking wet, and I took a bath, so I need to wear something.]

Nomiyama: I provided her with my own dry clothes, and now I haven't taken them back. I feel so bad.

Yukinoshita: [Is this how you tricked Eriri? ]

Nomiyama: [What do you mean by deception? Just understand, this is called helping a classmate.]

Yukinoshita: [Heh, seemingly helping, but actually doing the preliminary work of preparing for a scumbag]

Nomiyama: [Yes, yes, I'm going to lure Sawamura away, then do this and that to her, and then finally make her stay away from you, a persecution-addled person, since she's so obedient to me.]

Yukinoshita Yukino slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the people at the next table.

Nomiya also slammed the table and stood up, refusing to give in.

"Um, Yukinoshita-san? Nomiya-san?"

The teacher's voice came from the podium.

The two of them froze at the same time, and then received the first standing punishment in their lives.

......

Eriri Sawamura lowered her head and wrote and drew in the small picture book until the school bell rang. She looked at the two newly drawn little people and smiled with satisfaction.

Find a chance to show it to them both, they will probably like it.

Thinking of this, she smiled even more happily, put the small picture book on the table, then turned sideways and reached for the backpack on the side of her table.

Because there were other books on the desk, her body touched the books, and then the books squeezed the picture book, pushing it off the desk.

Holding her backpack, she stared at the picture book that had fallen onto the table and was about to bend down to pick it up.

A hand picked up the picture book faster than her.

The boy wearing glasses stared at the pictures in the picture book, his eyes shining.

On it were drawings of his favorite games.

Eriri Sawamura seemed to have no intention of returning the picture book to her male classmate, and she was confused as to why.

The boy named Tomoya Aki looked up, looked at his fellow enthusiast in front of him, and opened his mouth with enthusiasm.

Then, the picture book in his hand was suddenly pulled out.

Eriri Sawamura looked at the boy passing by with a fishing rod on his shoulder, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

Nomiyama turned around and looked at the hook guard that had inexplicably fallen off and the picture book hanging on the hook with a strange expression.

How come my hook can catch anything?

There was a string on the picture book, so it got caught, but it still looked weird.

So Nomiyama looked at the two people who seemed to be about to talk and explained: "I'm sorry, this hook got stuck for no apparent reason."

Taking down the picture book, Nomiyama handed it to Sawamura.

"You did it on purpose!"

The smile on Eriri Sawamura's face disappeared. She took the picture book with a staring look in her eyes, then carried her bag and walked towards the front door of the classroom.

Nomi-san stepped forward, replaced the hook guard, and explained again, "I really didn't mean to do that. My hook seems to have a mind of its own."

"Who would believe that!" Sawamura Eriri tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth and walked quickly in front.

Yeah, who would believe it? Aki Tomoya sighed. He originally thought he was a fellow enthusiast, but it turned out to be an experienced player of the three-dimensional world.

Shaking his head, he walked towards the back door of the classroom.

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Chapter 10: Fake, all fake

Yukinoshita Yukino stopped before getting into her black car. She glanced at the cars parked around the school, slightly puzzled.

Why didn’t the car from Eriri’s house come today?

Forget it, I'll just ask her tomorrow. Thinking of this, she got into the car, leaned back on the soft seat, feeling a little tired.

She stood for most of the class this afternoon, which was quite a challenge and hardship for her as she was young and physically weak.

......

"Why are you following me?" Nomiya was a little puzzled.

"Let's go fishing." Eriri Sawamura walked beside him, her voice as if it was a matter of course.

"You don't even have a fishing rod, how are you going to catch fish?" Nomiyama twitched his lips.

Xianxun: The memory of the spirit of the mortar ③ Qibaba

"Yes, it's in the backpack. It's telescopic, so it can be shortened and put in." At this point, Sawamura Eriri looked at the green bamboo pole he was carrying on his shoulder, hesitated, and said, "How about I give you one? Most people use new fishing rods nowadays. Your bamboo pole looks so old-fashioned."

"No." Nomiyama squeezed his bamboo pole slightly, "There's nothing better than this one."

After saying that, he brought up another topic: "Your family didn't come to pick you up? Aren't they worried about you?"

Sawamura Eriri began: "My mother said that she wanted to train my patience, so she asked me to learn fishing, and then when the time is almost up, I can just call the driver to inform him."

Whatever, just don't disturb your fishing.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth to remind: "Remember to be quiet, don't disturb my fish away."

"You say it!" Sawamura Eriri looked up at him.

The two walked along the river road until they reached the slope from yesterday.

Nomiyama skillfully took out a box of snails from his backpack, took out a snail, smashed it, and put it on a skewer.

Then he noticed that Sawamura next to him had stretched out the telescopic fishing rod and was looking at him with a stupid look on his face.

After a moment of silence, he exhaled, smashed another snail, and helped her string it up.

"Then just throw it into the river, and if there are fish they will bite on their own."

As he said this, he cast his fishing hook into the river.

"I know!"

Eriri Sawamura turned her head away from him and imitated him by throwing the fishing hook into the river.

Nomiyama curled his lips, but said nothing. He just quietly looked at the river in front of him and the white fishing float standing not far from the river. That was the thing on Sawamura's fishing line, which could be used to observe whether there was a fish.

The reason why we watch the fish float is because it keeps sinking...

It’s fake, all fake. This is just a natural reaction caused by the flow of river water. It’s impossible to catch fish as soon as you cast the rod. It must be fake.

Until Sawamura was suddenly pulled towards the grass by a force, Nomiya dropped the pole and reached out.

He grabbed Sawamura's fishing rod.

With a powerful wave of his hand, a large fish, gleaming in the sunlight, leaped out of the water and landed on the grass in front of them.

With a casual throw, a sharpened branch pierced the fish's body and nailed it to the slope.

In a daze, Eriri Sawamura moved from lying down to sitting up again, then looked at the nailed herring and laughed.

"I caught a fish! Nomi-san! Did you see it? It's a big bluefish!"

"I saw."

Looking at her expressionlessly, Nomiya always felt that this fish should have been his, but now she had gotten it by chance.

"What? Are you unhappy?" Sawamura Eriri looked at him and couldn't help but pout.

"No, I'm just a little reluctant. Do you want to eat the grilled fish, or take it home?"

"Eat." Eriri Sawamura blinked.

Sighing, Nomiyama stood up and walked up the slope: "Wait a moment, I'll go find some wood and roast it for dinner."

Eriri Sawamura looked at the obviously distraught boy's back, and her smile became brighter and brighter as she thought of his unwillingness.

8

"I'll give you half!"

Nomiyama didn't bother to respond to the boastful tone, and walked straight into the woods, picking up branches skillfully.

He looked up and looked around, and felt that he needed to plant some trees here recently. If he continued like this, there might not be enough branches for burning in the future.

Returning to the slope, he skillfully formed a round pile and used dry grass to start a fire.

He took a few steps, held the still-living herring by its gills, and squatted by the river.

It's more than half a meter long, and it's really big.

"Sawamura-kun, take out the kitchen knife from my backpack and I'll take care of it."

Eriri Sawamura was stunned for a moment, then she opened his backpack, found the kitchen knife with a scabbard, handed it to him, and then squatted by the river like him.

"Why did you bring a kitchen knife?"

"I just bought it this morning. I fish every day, so it'll come in handy."

As he spoke, he skillfully cut open the belly of the black carp, took out the internal organs, and scraped off the scales.

When he raised the knife for dissection, Eriri Sawamura subconsciously took a step back, but soon moved closer and watched his skillful movements curiously.

"How do you handle fish so well?"

Nomiyama was washing the gutted dead fish in the river. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and said with a look of bewilderment, "Maybe I was a fishmonger in my past life?"

After saying that, he returned to the slope, thought for a moment, exerted force on his wrist, cut off the fish head with a knife, put it in the plastic bag in his backpack, and handed it to Sawamura who had followed.

"You can take it home and let Auntie make soup with it, and tell her you caught a big fish today."

Eriri Sawamura was subconsciously preparing to step back, but after hearing his words, she chuckled and took it.

Nomiyama skewered the fish with clean branches, holding it with both hands and spinning it.

It seems like I haven’t eaten this kind of normal grilled fish for a long time?

"Hey, how come you're so skilled at grilling fish?"

Nomiyama looked up at her across the firelight and curled his lips: "You grill so often, you get used to it."

"Oh." Eri Sawamura lowered her voice. She thought of the boy's home, which was not very worldly, and the way he curled up on the sofa.

There must be no one to cook, so he often goes fishing for food. Tomorrow, I will bring him a lunch box. It’s not because I want to take care of him, but I just feel that I should repay him for saving my life.

So she lowered her voice even more: "You can call me Eriri from now on. We should be considered friends, right?"

Nomiyama glanced at the girl, her cheeks a little red from being roasted by the fire.

Nodding indifferently: "Yeah, okay."

Sawamura Eriri raised her eyebrows, like a general who had just won his first victory, and began to gain confidence: "Then I will call you Fengzao from now on!"

Nomiya just nodded and was about to respond when he found that his fishing rod moved.

So he held the fishing rod in one hand and the grilled fish in the other, and raised his hand.

He pulled the thing that had taken the hook ashore and it landed in front of him.

"Ah."

With a sneer, he threw the hook off the thing, then without bait, he threw the hook back into the river.

Eriri Sawamura looked at the indoor shoes not far away from her and opened her mouth wide.

"Yukino's shoes? Did you really fish them out?"

What do you mean it was really caught? If it wasn’t caught, then was it stolen?

Nomiyama looked up at her.