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"That's it, Eriri, that idiot, she'll like whatever you choose." Yukinoshita Yukino agreed helplessly.

"Why do you make me sound like a scumbag?" Nomiyama was a little dissatisfied.

"Is not it?"

"But I didn't slag off Eriri."

"What? If not now, then not in the future?"

"No, how can you criticize me for something that hasn't happened yet?"

“Just because it hasn’t happened yet means it won’t happen?”

"Yukinoshita Yukino, I think you're going a bit too far."

"Oh?"

"you..."

While the two were talking, the door of the locker room was pushed open, and Sawamura Eriri stirred her hands in front of her, looking at them carefully.

"How about it?"

Nomiyama looked at the red and white kimono, and while thinking, he changed Eriri's golden hair to black hair, and then changed her eyes to purple pupils, and nodded as if to confirm: "It suits you very well."

Yukinoshita Yukino was also thinking about it, and finally nodded with a soft smile: "It looks very beautiful."

"Hehe." Eriri Sawamura lowered her head.

Nomiyama handed over the kimono he had just picked out: "Try this one too. We both picked it out for you."

The two of us? Sawamura Eriri took it, turned around, and pouted.

The two of us? Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him but didn't object.

She waited until Eriri walked in before shifting her gaze: "Where are we?"

"I don't know how many different versions of us Nomiyama will describe in his lifetime."

Nomiyama said nothing, picked up a blue and white kimono and handed it over.

"I think this is perfect for my girlfriend. Can you accept it?"

"Ah."

"I want to wait for the fireworks festival and watch the fireworks with my girlfriend wearing this kimono."

"Ah."

"Will you wear it or not? If not, I won't give it to you."

"Ah."

Nomiyama licked his lips and hung the blue and white kimono back up.

Then he looked into her eyes.

"What? Nomiyama Jun has nothing to say?"

"I've decided not to go to the fireworks festival with Yukinoshita-san."

"Oh?"

"Yukinoshita-san definitely doesn't like that kind of lively atmosphere. I was inconsiderate and forgot to consider Yukinoshita-san's personality and preferences."

"What do you mean?"

"No."

Nomiyama responded casually, then glanced at the kimono again and rubbed his chin: "I just want to pick out another kimono. It's a rare trip to the mall."

Pick out another kimono?

Yukinoshita Yukino narrowed her eyes.

Nomiyama scratched his head. "I wore new clothes to the fireworks festival last year. I have to prepare something this year, otherwise it will feel a little lacking in originality."

last year?

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes turned cold. Who was she with last year?

"Nomiyama Kaze early."

Nomiya turned his head and blinked.

"I'll be here every year from now on. You'd better remember this."

Yukinoshita Yukino picked up the blue and white kimono and turned to walk towards the changing room.

Nomiyama smiled faintly and watched her leave.

"I will definitely remember it and engrave it into my soul."

"You better be."

Yukinoshita Yukino walked into the locker room and closed the door.

"I must be."

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Chapter 177: Sayuri and Nomiyama

"Mom said she would make the cake herself, and then she would teach me how to make it."

"Hmm? Like this." Nomiya glanced at the living room and finally set his sights on the kitchen.

He placed the gift on the coffee table, then rolled up his sleeves and walked over there: "Then I'll prepare dinner first."

Sawamura Eriri put down her kimono and quickly followed: "I'll help."

"Okay." Nomiya put on an apron and agreed casually.

"Huh?" Sawamura Eriri opened her eyes wide, a little surprised. She didn't refuse to help in the kitchen this time?

"Why don't you help taste it?" Nomiyama looked back at her. "You have nothing to do sitting in the living room anyway."

"You asked me to help you with this!" Eri Sawamura curled her lips and looked proud.

"Haha." Nomiyama responded with an expressionless sneer, then looked at the various ingredients that had been cut and arranged, wondering what dishes Sayuri wanted to prepare.

Judging from the lunch boxes that Sayuri usually provides, her preferred flavor is similar to Yukinoshita's, not too heavy.

Use less oil, salt and spicy food, and the key is to highlight the freshness of the ingredients themselves.

Sawamura Eriri looked at him who was obviously thinking about something, and suddenly called him.

"Kazehaya."

"Hmm?" Nomiya tilted his head in confusion.

Without evasion or hesitation, Sawamura Eriri looked him straight in the face and spoke clearly: "You and Yukino are in love, what about Kei?"

Nomiyama looked at her who suddenly stabbed straight at him, feeling a little dazed. It had been a long time since he saw Eriri being so direct.

Without any intention of hiding anything, Nomiyama frankly stated his situation: "Keiya is my girlfriend."

"How could they agree to such a thing?" Sawamura Eriri opened her mouth wide.

"They didn't agree. I just used our mutual affection to force the current situation." Nomiyama turned around and started to heat the pot. "I won't allow them to leave. I decided to test the crime of bigamy."

"Shameless, scumbag, shameless." Sawamura Eriri said three words in a row.

"You found out." Nomi-san started heating the oil.

Seeing his indifferent look, Sawamura Eriri gritted her teeth and said, "I want Yukino to stay away from you."

Nomiyama thought about it and decided, "Well, you can't do it."

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't."

"It can be done!"

"If you keep talking, get out and don't disturb me while I'm cooking."

"this is my house!"

"Really? Will it answer you if you call its name?"

"Asshole! Shameless! Big scumbag!"

"Yes, it's all me."

......

Sayuri Sawamura held up the big cake and thought about something.

For example, I have actually known him for eight years. For example, I used to think of taking him to Sawamura's house, but now I don't have that idea anymore. For example, after the accident that night, this was the first time we met.

For example, what to say later and how to make the opening remarks.

After thinking a lot, she finally decided not to think about it anymore.

Many things were expected to be a mess, but after meeting each other, they became more natural.

And she didn't call him over because of the situation between them, but because Eriri had to confess.

Since Eriri can't speak up, I have to do it myself.

Some things need to be made clear.

Walking into the living room, I unexpectedly smelled the aroma of food and heard Eriri yelling in the kitchen.

With a softer look in her eyes, Sayuri Sawamura placed the cake on the dining table.

Her eyes swept over the gifts on the coffee table, she walked to the kitchen door, leaned sideways, and watched quietly.

Nomiyama looked disgusted, reached out and pushed Eriri's head away, and turned to look at her.

It seemed like a normal goodbye.

I was helping prepare dinner in her kitchen, and then she came over.

Seeing the gentleness in Sayuri's eyes, Nomiyama relaxed and his expression became calm: "The gift is on the coffee table, and the food will be ready soon."

"Mom! He bullied me!" Eriri Sawamura turned her head and pounced.

"Okay, I'll help you scold him later." Sayuri Sawamura rubbed her daughter's head and looked at him curiously. "What gift?"

Before Nomi-san could say anything, Sawamura Eriri chuckled and pulled her out: "I know, I know, I picked it!"

Sayuri Sawamura was a little surprised: "Did Eriri pick it?"

A voice came from the kitchen: "Yukinoshita and I picked it out. Eriri is just here as a mascot."

"You're the mascot!"

Sawamura Eriri held the gift in one hand and led her upstairs with the other. She said proudly, as if she had chosen the gift herself: "Mom will definitely like it."

"Oh? Is it something interesting?"

"Not very interesting, but Mom will like it."

"Okay, I'll look forward to it then."

......

Nomiyama felt that the Sawamura family's two trains of thought were a little off.

She changed into her new clothes, went downstairs and sat obediently on the chair, as if waiting for him to serve the food.

As a result, when he brought the dishes to the table, he walked over and got cake all over his face.

Of course, he is the kind of person who is unwilling to suffer any loss, and victory belongs to him.

He just felt a little sorry that the two new clothes were covered with large amounts of cream on the first day they were worn.

Fortunately, they looked very happy, so I had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

After smashing the cake, he just took a couple of bites and considered it a birthday ritual. According to Sayuri, the cake was not made big because he wanted to eat more, but simply because Eriri wanted to smash him with more cake.