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After leaving Yukinoshita's house, Nomiya walked on the street without rushing home.

It's a bit messy, like everything is a bit messy.

When did it all start?

Oh, it was after Yukinoshita left.

First of all, there are Eriri's thoughts that are visible to the naked eye, but Eriri no longer has the courage to hold him and Yukinoshita together. She will not take a step forward. As long as Yukinoshita comes back, she will become even more timid and she doesn't need to think too much.

Then there is senior sister Kasumigaoka, but her mind is full of novels, and it is not necessarily that she really likes me. What she wants more is the dream of writing novels, or even go one step further and enter the literary hall after popular novels. It’s just that she is too young and it may stop her. In short, senior sister is going to pursue her dream, so there is no need to think too much about it.

After that, Gong Yu broke into his life with a resolute attitude. Nomiya could not see any trace of her lying, and he did not want to go to that mountain. His memory was gone, and he could not judge many things. Then, he gave up.

My idea at that time was to just wait quietly for Yukinoshita to come back, and then use her presence to solve this problem.

All of this was still fearless, but then Sayuri had another accident, so unexpected that both sides didn't know how to face each other.

And now, Yang Noi took a step forward, pushing his life towards an even more absurd development.

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"Yukinoshita, are you really my gate god? Can you stand beside me and ward off evil spirits or something?"

Nomiya kept walking while muttering to himself.

"Fenghaya, would you like some noodles?"

A sound came from the street, and Nomiya turned his head to look at the restaurant.

Ichiraku Ramen.

Walking over, Nomi-san casually ordered, "Uncle, miso ramen, extra."

Sitting on a small stool, Nomiya supported his face and continued to be lost in thought.

Uncle Yile put the noodles into the boiling soup and glanced at him: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"Mood..." Nomi-san hesitated, "It's not a question of whether it's good or not."

"Then I understand." Uncle Ichiraku's voice was very certain.

"Hmm?" Nomiyama looked at him.

"You've made Yukino angry again." Uncle Ichiraku added ingredients to the bowl and looked at him with a smile.

In a sense, it's true...

Reaching out, Nomiya picked up the bowl of noodles and brought it in front of him, tapping his chopsticks and getting ready to eat.

"Sometimes you have to give in to girls. For a girl like Yukino, as long as you are willing to lower your attitude a little, she will be happy to forgive you." Uncle Ichiraku spoke with the tone of someone who had experienced it.

No, this time, she would probably just be at a loss, chase me, step on my feet, and ask me why I became like this.

Slurping his noodles, Nomiyama pondered her reaction.

But I don’t know why this happened. I just go to school and go fishing every day. I don’t even join any clubs. Why are there so many things going on?

"Looking at you like this, I think you're in trouble." Uncle Yile thought for a moment, took out a bag of noodles from under the table, and handed it to him, "Here, take it home and eat more. Things will get better."

"Oh, thank you uncle. I'll bring her over for dinner some other day. She'll be back in high school."

Nomiya took it, puffed up his face, and spoke vaguely.

"High school? There's still more than a year left."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

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Carrying a bag of noodles, Nomiya strolled to the street where his home was. Looking at the lights that were still on in his house, he thought for a moment, squatted down, and took out his mobile phone.

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He skillfully typed in the numbers and paused slightly with his finger on the dial button.

Haruno has been under house arrest. When she is released, Yukinoshita will probably be back. We can tell her then, and we can stare at each other.

I called her just to chat with her, to talk to her, and to say some boring nonsense to each other.

Just as I was about to dial the number, a calm voice reached my ears.

"Feng, why don't you go home early? Why are you squatting under the street light?"

Nomiya turned his head, a little surprised.

The girl's hair was still a little damp, and the fresh scent of shampoo and shower gel was constantly flooding into her senses.

"Kato? Why are you outside?"

"It was a bit stuffy inside after the rain, so I went out to get some fresh air."

"By the way, wait for the wind to come home early."

Chapter 112 Noodles, Keys, and Candy

"Is that so? Let's go then."

Nomiyama put away his phone and stood up with his ramen.

"Is that ramen?" Kato Megumi waited quietly for him to come over, her eyes pausing at his side.

"Well, I passed by a ramen restaurant and the owner gave it to me. I can cook it and eat it tomorrow morning." Nomiya slowed down his pace as he walked to Kato's side.

"Then I'll cook. Feng Zao, do you want to get up early or sleep a little longer?" Kato Megumi walked with him, her tone remaining as calm as ever.

"Well, let me do it. After all, he is a guest. It is not right to ask a guest to help make breakfast. Kato just sleep well tomorrow morning. I will call you when the noodles are ready." Nomiya rubbed his chin and rejected the other party's proposal.

"Then please wake me up when you get up tomorrow. I want to see how Fuhaya cooks noodles." Kato Megumi's voice was calm.

"Hmm? Is there any other way to say something like cooking noodles?" Nomiya was slightly puzzled.

"Yes, everyone has their own taste and habits when cooking noodles. In my family, my mom likes to make a pot of soup before cooking noodles."

"Isn't it always like this? I like to cook the meat and egg soup first, and then use noodles to enrich the flavor of the soup. Then when I eat the noodles, the rich soup will flow into my mouth along with the noodles." Nomiyama recalled the process of cooking noodles every time.

"Some are not like this. For example, my sister usually stir-fries two side dishes first, then boils the noodles with water. When the noodles are done, she takes them out and pours the prepared side dishes on top."

"I feel like the noodles and soup will taste rather ordinary this way." Nomi-san answered thoughtfully.

"But stir-fried toppings are more delicious than simple boiled meat and eggs." Kato Megumi simply gave another conclusion.

"Well, it's a pity that we can't have both, otherwise it would be too troublesome." Nomiya nodded.

"The wind is so lazy." Kato Megumi stated quietly.

"Call me an energy conservationist," Nomiyama retorted.

As they were talking, they stepped over a puddle of clear water and headed towards the last street light on the road. Once they passed that street light, they would reach the door of Nomiyama's house.

Glancing at his own house, Nomiyama asked, "Kato, is it really stuffy in there?"

Kato Hui nodded slightly: "I opened the window to ventilate, but it's still a bit stuffy."

“Why don’t you turn on the air conditioner?”

Kato Hui was silent for a while, rubbing the corner of her clothes with her fingers: "I can't find the air conditioner remote control in the living room, and it doesn't feel good to rummage around."

"The remote control is usually on top of the refrigerator." Scratching his head, Nomiyama stopped and said, "Since it's stuffy, let's go back later and let the room air out first."

"Okay." Kato Megumi responded and stopped with him.

So Nomiyama squatted down again under the street light and looked at the puddle on the sidewalk and the reflection of the world.

He suddenly remembered something. Kato said she didn't rummage through things.

Turning his head, he looked at the girl standing next to him: "Did you leave home without your keys?"

Kato Hui blinked and responded softly: "Yeah, because I thought it would be good to wait for Feng to come back soon."

Nomiyama's eyelids twitched: "What if I don't come back today or come back very late?"

Kato Megumi said lightly: "So Fuhaya is the type of person who doesn't come home at night?"

"What if? I mean what if."

"It's okay. I have Fengzao's Line number. I can send her a message to tell her."

"What if I didn't see the message?"

"Then there's nothing we can do. We have to sleep on the streets or go home late at night." Kato Megumi's tone remained calm.

Turning his head and staring at the puddle again, Nomiyama said helplessly: "Why don't you just give me a call and ask me, or look for the key in the living room before leaving? The key is under the coffee table, easy to find."

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Kato Hui loosened her fingers that were pinching the corner of her clothes: "Is that so? Then I'll go get some later."

"Yeah." Nomiya nodded, then frowned.

Why do I always feel like something is wrong?

"Is Kazehaya in a bad mood today?" Kato Megumi asked a question.

"No, I'm not in a bad mood. I just haven't figured out how to deal with some things yet." Nomiyama stood up, stretched his legs, and leaned against the lamppost. He looked at Kato curiously, "Why do you ask that? Do I look very sad?"

"It's because of the smell of alcohol. Fenghaya smells of alcohol."

Kato Megumi was separated from him by a lamppost. After a moment of silence, she imitated him and leaned towards the lamppost, but gently, very gently.

"Really?" Nomiyama raised his hand, sniffed his clothes, and complained slightly, "It's Haruno's fault. She drank like those depressed uncles after get off work. She even staggered when she stood up."

"Is that so? Did you drink Feng already?" Kato Megumi's voice revealed a questioning tone.

Nomiya raised his head and looked at a tree across the street without saying a word.

Kato Megumi lowered her eyes, stayed with that senior Yang No, and drank some wine.

"What happened to Yang No-senpai?"

Nomiyama tutted his words and replied, "She's done so many evil things that she's been grounded by her family. Judging by the timeline, she won't be released until we're in high school."

"Is that so?" Kato Megumi's voice returned to normal, and she followed his gaze and looked at the tree opposite.

"Come to think of it, going out without taking your keys is a bit unlike Kato's style. I always thought Kato was the type who was very careful and meticulous." Nomiyama suddenly brought up what happened before.

"Kazehaya is overestimating me." Kato Megumi shook her head. "There's no such thing as a flawless person in this world. Besides, I'm an ordinary person. There are many things I can't take into consideration."

"Is Kato ordinary?" Nomi-san mused, "I don't think so."

Kato Megumi's eyes moved slightly, and she gave her answer: "My grades are average, and my personality is not very noticeable. If I don't take the initiative to do something conspicuous, I won't be noticed. My emotions are not as passionate as my classmates, and the things I like are just like most of my female classmates: shopping, idol dramas, and fortune-telling."

At the end, she added, "If I were standing in the same place as Yukinoshita-san, everyone would definitely look at Yukinoshita-san, not me."

"No." Nomiya answered as a matter of course.

"In second grade, when Yukinoshita and I were standing in the corridor as punishment, I was actually looking at you most of the time."

Her fingers tightened, and Kato Megumi remained calm in her words: "Why?"

"Because Kato has a very cute face that is impossible to ignore."

Nomiya rubbed his cheek against the lamppost, and finally his eyes met Kato on the other side.

He said seriously, "A cute female classmate burying her head like an unwanted puppy would really arouse people's curiosity and concern."

Stretch your foot, move, and step on it.

Kato Hui turned her head away from him and puffed her lips: "Feng Zao has bad intentions."

Nomiya shrugged and didn't deny it.

Kato Hui pursed her lips slightly: "Fenghaya, do you remember how much candy you gave me?"

Nomi-san looked up and thought, counting his memories, before settling on his answer: "Forty-five."

Kato Megumi didn't respond to him this time because he answered wrongly.

There should be forty-six.

I just received one, it's very sweet.