Comics, daily stories

"Heh, you..."

Just as Yumiko Miura was about to speak, Hina Ebina covered her mouth and hugged her.

Ebina Hina smiled and looked at the people sitting cross-legged at the table across from her. "Okay, since it's an apology, Nomiyama-san shouldn't be considered stingy, right?"

Nomiyama looked at that smile and instinctively felt something was wrong, but he still accepted it: "As long as I can do it, I can promise you. Of course, I can't do something extraordinary like killing people."

"Okay, I understand." Ebina Hina's smile became more obvious.

Yuigahama Yui glanced at Hime Na and chose not to say anything more. Hime Na always had more ideas, so since she had ideas, just let her deal with it.

Nomiyama looked at the three people who had quieted down, reached out, and placed three bags on the sofa in front of him: "Well, shall I take you home?"

"What? You really want us to leave, right?" Yumiko Miura said in a blunt voice.

"Not really. The main reason is that we don't have much food at home. If you had lunch, it should have been used up, so I can't treat you to dinner." Nomiya answered, and then looked at Ebina as if asking. If his memory served him correctly, she should have been the one who cooked at noon.

"Well, there really isn't any more. Come and play with Fuuhaya next time." Ebina Hina nodded in acknowledgment, and quietly changed her address.

Nomiyama's eyebrows moved, noticing the change, and nodded: "Okay, Hime."

Kazehaya? Himena? Miura Yumiko was stunned. She looked left and right. One called him Kazehaya, the other called him Xiaofeng, and she called him Nomiyama?

"Then, Xiaofeng, please take us home." Yuigahama Yui blinked and agreed.

"Okay." Nomiya stood up and shook himself.

The three girls saw him stand up, so they picked up their bags, stood on the ground, and as expected, they swayed a bit.

"Broken fish..." Nomi-san muttered softly.

Stretching, he walked to the entrance, opened the door, and waited for the girls to come out.

The phone is ringing.

He pulled out his phone to check.

Gong Yu: [I'm back, now living at 221A, xx Street]

Nomiyama looked at the three girls beside him, then turned his head and looked across the street.

It was a single-family house smaller than his, and the beautiful woman was standing on the balcony on the second floor.

Looking over here with a frown.