Comics, daily stories

"Rich people who help the poor out of compassion are called volunteers. The so-called ministry is to lend a hand to those in need, offering help and hoping for their growth."

"Are you so kind?" Shizuka Hiratsuka's face was full of disbelief.

"What I like most is getting along with my classmates." Nomiyama said earnestly.

Several images of him riding on his classmates and waving his fists flashed through Shizuka Hiratsuka's mind, and she covered her face with her hands.

......

"How is it?" When Eriri Sawamura saw him come out, she hurried over and blinked her eyes.

Nomiya waved the paper in his hand and smiled.

"From today on, I am the Minister of Service."

His eyes turned and he looked down at the golden-haired man.

"I need lunch, Eriri, and as the head of the club, I order you to go buy me a can of Coke immediately."

"I want the blue one. The red one is toilet cleaner, and I don't drink it."

Eriri Sawamura raised her foot and kicked.

Chapter 129: Nomiyama is the villain

"Can you please not come here every year? I'm really tired of it."

Nomiyama turned his eyes away from the comics and looked at the yellow-haired man with a look of disgust.

"We're old friends after all." Hayato Hayama smiled bitterly.

"I don't remember having a yellow-haired friend. I only have a golden-haired friend." Nomiya looked at the comics again.

"Hayama Hayato-kun, you've had unclear relationships with several male classmates since elementary school. Can you please stay away from me? I'm scared."

"Puchi!" Two bursts of uncontrollable laughter came from both sides.

"It's not clear!!!" The excited voice came from behind.

Nomiyama looked around. On his left was a guy with long blond hair, who looked fierce. On his right was the girl with pink bun hair from the morning, who looked stupid. Behind her was a girl with black hair and glasses, who looked perverted.

Then the guy sitting at the front desk is the nosy yellow-haired guy.

I feel that the location is not very good.

"What do you mean by unclear? Are you saying that Hayama-san likes to do this and that with male classmates?!"

The woman behind him became louder and even pulled at her clothes on her back.

Nomiyama pushed forward and broke free from that hand: "You can ask Hayato Hayama yourself. I'm tired, don't bother me."

As he spoke, he turned a page in the comic book.

The bad reputation is still of some use. At least the people around me didn't bother me anymore after that.

But during class, three people behind and on both sides of me kept throwing small notes, and from time to time, there were paper balls passing in front of my eyes. The frequency of the passing was quite alarming.

Haha, this damn youth that can’t help but pass notes.

Nomiyama ignored the notes flying around them. After all, he was just a dazed kid in class.

Everyone is doing the same thing in class.

When the class was over in the afternoon, Nomiya picked up his backpack, stood up and prepared to leave.

"that!"

Ok?

Nomiyama turned his head and looked to the right. If he remembered the seating chart correctly, the person's name was Yuigahama Yui.

"I'm really sorry to bother you with what happened this morning!"

Yuigahama was quite polite, perhaps because she was embarrassed. She had her eyes closed and her face was redder, even brighter than the pink one.

"You're welcome. Helping my classmates is my mission." Nomiya nodded and turned away.

In a sense, he was not lying. As the head of the service club, his high school career was indeed dedicated to helping his classmates.

Wait until he walks out.

"Yui! He said his mission is to help his classmates! Hahahaha!" The blonde Yumiko Miura slammed the table, laughing uncontrollably.

"Nomiyama-san is really interesting." The black-haired, bespectacled Ebina Hina licked her lips and smiled.

"But I feel that Nomiyama-san is serious." Yuigahama Yui said carefully.

"That doesn't make sense..." Miura Yumiko agonized. "This guy's practically become a legend in Chiba. He basically beats up any classmates he displeases. Hundreds of people on the local forums claim to have been beaten by him. Ugh, how did he do that to so many people?"

"Nomiyama-san is not as bad as the rumors say." Hayato Hayama joined the conversation with a smile.

"As for Nomiyama-san, he rarely causes trouble. But for some reason, no matter how quiet he is, someone will always give him trouble, and then he'll fight back."

Hayato Hayama thought about it, and his words remained gentle: "It's just that Nomiyama-san is lazy. He is too lazy to think of a more appropriate way to deal with things, so he just beats up his classmates when they provoke him."

"Huh? So that means we can make friends?" A flaxen-haired boy joined the conversation.

"That's probably difficult." Hayato Hayama shook his head and smiled bitterly, "He's actually too lazy to talk to people he doesn't know well. If he wants to make friends, he has to find a situation where he has to communicate. Otherwise, he won't even have the mindset to get to know someone."

In the corridor, Nomiyama was walking with a shoulder bag on his back and looked back at the classroom.

Tsk, Hayato Hayama's nice guy syndrome has struck again.

......

If Hui says she won’t come fishing in the next two days, then she really won’t come.

She is always gentle and strong, and has her own opinions.

These two days were probably specially reserved for him to reunite with his old friend Yukinoshita.

And then, well, she'd be back, and all hell would break loose.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. I’ll think about it when the time comes. There’s still time. Everything is still in time.

He raised his rod and threw the hook into the river.

That idiot Eriri didn't come fishing, so he probably went straight to her house to find her.

Haha, you are so impatient. I am not impatient at all, so why are you so impatient?

Thinking of this, he glanced at his phone.

Well, still no news.

Okay, if you have the guts, don’t send any messages today and don’t come to school in the future.

As I was thinking, I felt a pulling force on my palm.

Nomi-san raised his hand and lifted the pair of indoor shoes out of the water.

Swinging it to his side, he glanced down.

I'm used to having my shoes stolen, but what's wrong with that guy that he started stealing shoes just after school started?

After putting on the bait, Nomiyama cast another rod.

I'm so tired, so alone

The waiting time this time was a little longer, but only relative to fishing shoes.

Feeling a heavier pull in the palm of his hand, Nomiya raised his hand and threw the thing ashore.

He bent down and looked carefully, and his eyelids twitched.

Rainbow colors, pufferfish.

It is no longer a spring fish, but a strange poisonous fish.

"Yukinoshita-san, you're so funny."

Muttering to himself, he turned and walked towards the grove.

After a while, he returned to the slope with firewood.

He piled the firewood into a shape in the pit, lit it, quietly skewered the rainbow pufferfish, and started grilling.

It doesn’t matter whether there is medicine or not. The main thing is that I haven’t eaten this rare thing for three years and I’m craving it.

Ba ① 涼 羽 涼 涼 涼 启咎

Anyway, the poison won’t kill you.

While grilling the fish, he reached out for his cell phone.

Still no news.

You are so troublesome, Yukinoshita-san.

As I was thinking about it, the screen lit up.

Second, Miss Second, second place: [? ]

With a raised corner of his mouth, Nomiyama replied: [? ]

Second, Miss Nomi, second place: [Nomi-san is indeed cold-hearted]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [This morning I just saved a puppy that was hit by a car, and by the way, I called the emergency number for a classmate who was in a car accident.]

Second, Miss Two, second place: [So that's how it is, she likes to create a kind persona in front of the public, but is actually a cold villain in private]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Yukinoshita-san has a misunderstanding about indifference]

Second Miss, second place: [Oh?]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [I have been expecting someone to appear before my eyes.]

Second Miss, second place: [Really? I don’t believe it]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [You'd better not believe it]

Second, Miss Second, second place: [Hehe]

Yisi leads the three sparkling wine targets

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Hehe]

Second Miss, second place: [What are you doing?]

Nomiyama looked at the fish that had been grilled for a while but still had a rainbow color, and replied with his head down: [Grilled Rainbow Fish]

Second Miss, second place: [Is there enough medicine?]

Nomiyama Kazezao: [There is no medicine left, but I haven’t taken it for three years and I want to take it.]

Second Miss, second place: [Why do you still want to eat everything? Let's notify the hospital in advance.]

The following message: [See you tomorrow]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Yes, see you tomorrow]

After glancing at the message and confirming there would be no further reply, Nomiyama called emergency services and explained.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the grilled fish and opened his mouth.

A few minutes later, he lay on his back on the grass with a relaxed expression, staring at the hazy, starless night sky with his eyes open, waiting for the poison to take effect.

See you tomorrow.

Chapter 130: Yukinoshita Yukino prepares to take action

There is no medicine left, but the fish must be eaten. If not, the restlessness in my heart cannot be calmed down.

It is impossible to waste it, it is impossible to waste it in this life.

Entering the hospital is like going home. The nurses there are all gentle and considerate, and their words are pleasant.

That is.

Yawning, Nomiyama squinted his eyes.

I'm just a little sleepy.

Fatigue in spring, sleepiness in summer, naps in autumn and hibernation in winter. It seems that humans have to fight the desire to sleep throughout their lives.