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"Oh, by the way, Natsume-sensei, I'm leaving now."

"Huh?" Nomiyama, who was plugging in the electric grill, looked up, puzzled. "Resign? Isn't he doing a great job? All the classmates like him."

Yukinoshita Yukino stirred the mutton in the water and glanced at him. "A while ago, we beat up some students from the class next door. When the parents and the leadership came to question the teacher, he took the blame. He said it was his fault and that he was too indulgent towards the students."

"He then submitted his resignation to the principal, and after this year, he will no longer teach at Central Primary School."

Nomiyama frowned. "What does this have to do with him? Those idiots got a group of people to block me on the road and beat me up. What's wrong with that? The semester is almost over. At most, we'll just be suspended for a while and then go to junior high school as usual. Why does he have to act so arrogantly?"

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him, then began to scoop out the foam from the blanching process, saying softly, "It has nothing to do with you. The teacher just doesn't want to do it anymore."

Picking up the blanched mutton, Yukinoshita Yukino shook her head with a smile on her face, "The teacher said he didn't want to teach us anymore. Being a teacher wasn't something he wanted to do, it was just a request from his family."

"It seems a dive shop near a university was short-staffed, and he happened to be close to the manager and loved diving, so he took this opportunity to resign."

"By now, he should have taken his backpack to the diving shop near the university."

"University? What's the name of the university?" Nomiyama rummaged through the convenience bag, took out ginger, onion and garlic and started processing them.

Yukinoshita Yukino thought about it, but still couldn't remember: "I think his name is Izu or something? You should ask that. I don't have the teacher's contact information."

"He's already grown up, but he still does whatever he wants. No wonder his family is worried about him and wants to keep him in the teacher position."

"It's never too late to do what you love. Natsume-sensei will be very happy."

Nomiyama cut the last piece of ginger, took out the garlic and placed it on the chopping board, pressing it with the back of the knife, preparing to crush it.

He said, "I hope so. We can go see him when we get a chance. I haven't experienced diving yet. Their shop should be right by the sea. We can go and try it and go fishing at the same time."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded: "Well, diving should be more interesting."

......

They sat facing each other at the dining table. The chairs were bought by the two of them from the old carpenter. They had simple backrests, but were cheap.

Yukinoshita Yukino quietly moved her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on him most of the time.

He always eats very quickly and with big mouthfuls, his movements and posture a bit like the Saiyans in the Dragon Ball that he watches on TV every day. It seems that as long as he can eat, he will keep eating, filling his mouth and swallowing it all in one gulp.

Maybe that's why I like watching him eat.

When it comes to cooking, there’s probably nothing more satisfying than knowing someone loves your food and can’t stop eating it.

The meal time was not that long, after all, one person had a big appetite but ate very quickly, while another person just took a simple sip.

After finishing dinner, Nomiyama cleared the table and took the plates one by one into the kitchen to soak them in water. Then he washed his hands and returned to the living room.

After looking at the person sitting on the sofa watching TV for two seconds, he walked into the bedroom, took out two furry blankets and threw one to her.

Facing the other person's gaze, he draped the blanket over himself and curled up on the other side of the sofa: "If you don't want to get into the kotatsu, it's better to keep warm with the blanket."

"Ah."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded and tightened the blanket around her body.

The show on TV was "Dragon Ball", but they had both seen the content before. It was the first time that young Goku participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament, which was the beginning of his adventurous life.

Leaning against the sofa, Nomiya gradually felt uncomfortable, so he curled up his body, wrapped himself in a blanket, and simply fell sideways on the sofa, then hit his other head.

Without paying attention to the fact that the other person also chose to lie on his side, Nomiyama asked the most important question of the day.

"What happened?"

Yukinoshita Yukino felt the gentle touch on her head and lowered her voice: "It's a family problem. My sister talked to me about something last night."

Nomiyama didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

Two people who were not very tall were lying on their sides with their heads touching. They were wrapped in blankets and huddled together. They seemed to be afraid of the cold, but also seemed to just feel more comfortable this way.

One of the girls spoke up: "My sister told me that among the members of the Yukinoshita family, there is something called fate."

"Since a certain ancestor, the people of the Yukinoshita family have been easily attracted to a certain person."

"She said that person was lost, but must still exist somewhere in this world."

"I originally thought that this was just a prank played by my sister, but you caught that fish today."

The girl's voice was mixed with a hint of uneasiness and confusion.

"I..."

"I'll help you beat him up."

The boy's voice was clear and loud, drowning out the sound of fighting on TV and the whistling wind outside the window.

"If one day you suddenly act like you can't live without a certain boy, I'm going to beat him up. If one beating isn't enough, I'll beat him up twice, until he has no choice but to stay away from you."

"You know, I was born with supernatural powers."

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Chapter 33: Long-awaited reunion and long-lost encounter

My heartbeat inevitably accelerated, and my blood seemed to be slowly getting hotter. It rushed to my cheeks, making my whole face warm.

Controlling her breathing, Yukinoshita Yukino tightened the blanket around her body and said sarcastically, "Nomi-san is indeed full of violence."

"What if I really like someone? Then you'll rush up and beat them up for no reason?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... This is indeed going to be a bit troublesome. You'll have to carefully distinguish whether it's true love or just some strange fate."

"Anyway, if you notice anything wrong, let me know and I'll beat that guy up until he can't move."

Idiot, idiot, brainless!

Wouldn't it be enough to just say 'You won't fall in love with anyone else'?

Yukinoshita Yukino threw the blanket away, stood up, threw the blanket on him, gave him a cold look, put on her slippers and walked towards the entrance.

Nomiyama had no choice but to lift the blanket, put on his shoes and follow her.

This was not the first time she suddenly got angry and then became sarcastic and mocking towards herself for a while.

Sometimes, Nomiyama thought he understood most people's thoughts well enough, but he still couldn't keep up with her train of thought. Girls' minds were really too complicated.

Maybe, as a girl, Eriri can understand?

After changing into his own sneakers, Nomiyama grabbed the black scarf she had chosen from the hanger, put it on, and followed her out of the room.

Walking up to her, Nomiyama casually said, "Have you spoken to Mr. Yoshino?"

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him and turned back: "Why? Do I look like someone careless?"

Nomiyama shook his head. "It's hard to say. After all, someone only ranked second in the exam this time. Maybe it's because their thinking has deteriorated. I'm still a little worried."

Yukinoshita Yukino stretched out her foot, stepped on it, and then walked forward without changing her expression: "Nomi-san, how long are you going to talk about getting first place?"

"I don't know." Nomiyama leaned against the bus stop sign and recalled, "It must have taken at least three or four years. I remember someone said it took three or four years just because they got first place in the exam."

Yukinoshita Yukino stood beside him and stretched out her legs.

Someone instantly rushed out several meters, then looked at her stretching her legs and tilted his head: "Yukinoshita-san, what are you doing?"

Yukinoshita Yukino remained calm: "There was something dirty on the ground just now, and I wanted to step on it."

Nomiyama suddenly realized and returned to her side: "I see, I thought you wanted to step on me."

Yukinoshita Yukino shook her head: "Why would you think that? I just wanted to step on something dirty."

After saying that, she looked at the traffic and stepped on someone's shoe.

This time, Nomiyama didn't bother to care about the hurt. He just looked up at the neon-dyed night sky, stretched out his hand, and took a crystal flower.

"Yukinoshita, it's snowing."

Yukinoshita Yukino also reached out and caught the large snowflakes that were as big as goose feathers.

"Well, why, you like snow?"

"Yes, I like it."

Nomiyama tilted his head and looked at her with the word "snow" in her name, feeling a little strange: "You don't like it?"

Yukinoshita Yukino quietly watched the snowflakes falling vertically until a gust of wind blew and scattered the snowflakes.

She tugged at the blue and white scarf around her neck and smiled, "I like it too."

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"Uncle Yoshino, drive slower. Let me take a look first."

After saying this, Yukinoshita Haruno leaned back in her chair and looked at the two people not far ahead with interest.

Those who have just entered the teenage years obviously have plenty of energy and enthusiasm. They run back and forth as if they are performing a chase scene in a movie.

However, the boy's physical strength is obviously better, and his personality seems a bit bad, so he always takes advantage of the other party bending over to catch his breath, leans forward and says something, and then the girl will regain her strength and grit her teeth to chase him again.

"So, this is the Nomiyama-san?"

She said this to the other person sitting in the front seat.

"Yeah." Hayato Hayama said with a gentle smile, also watching the two people not far away, "Nomiya-san and Yukino have always had a good relationship."

"Yeah, I can see it."

Yukinoshita Haruno nodded, then looked at him through the rearview mirror. Her voice was calm but questioning: "But who allowed you to call Yukino by her first name? Are you two very familiar with each other?"

Hayato Hayama's smile froze.

Yukinoshita Haruno glanced at him, then returned her gaze to her sister and her friend. "Yayama, you should be thankful that Nomiyama-san's presence solved some problems. If it was because of you that Yukino got hurt at school, you should be walking ten kilometers away in the snow."

"Even so, the elders told me to take you home on the way."

At this moment, the two of them were wearing small suits and white skirts, and were dressed exquisitely. They were undoubtedly formal attire for young boys and girls.

An apologetic look appeared on Hayato Hayama's face. He looked through the rearview mirror at the person he had admired since childhood and said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't capable enough at the time."

"Insufficient ability?" Yukinoshita Haruno laughed.

But in just a second, she regained her expressionless face and stared at him.

"You're not incompetent, you're simply bored."

Hayato Hayama opened his mouth, but in the end he just lowered his eyes and said in a lower voice: "Sorry."

"Ah."

Yukinoshita Haruno sneered, looked up, and continued to watch the couple fighting with the snow on their heads.

Hayato Hayama was silent for a while, then looked at her face carefully.

In fact, her temper has improved a lot recently. In the past two years, she was almost visibly violent and impatient. It felt like she was going to clear out all the people in front of her in the next second and look for something she saw in her eyes.

But what is it? What is it that makes you want to break away from these social interactions and search for it?

After adjusting his mood, Hayato Hayama carefully asked, "Recently, the Yukinoshita family seems to have returned to its previous operating mode. Is it Aunt Miyame who is taking charge again?"

Yukinoshita Haruno looked at the two people, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. She suppressed the irritation in her heart and tried to figure out why.

After hearing what Hayato Hayama said, she just glanced at him coldly: "Hayama, this is our Yukinoshita family's business, you are a bit meddling."

Hayato Hayama smiled bitterly and lowered his head: "Sorry, I asked too many questions."

The black car gradually approached the two people.

Nomiyama reached out to stop Yukinoshita from moving forward, raised his chin to indicate the car, "Your car is here."

Yukinoshita Yukino panted and gritted her teeth: "Wait, don't think that everything will be fine. I can still kick you next year."

The boy replied casually and perfunctorily: "Yeah."

After giving him a harsh look, Yukinoshita Yukino walked towards her car.

The car window was rolled down, and Hayato Hayama showed his face in the front seat, smiling gently: "Yukino, Nomiyama-san."

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him and walked to the back seat: "Hayama Hayato-san, I'm not familiar with you, please don't call me by my name."

"Also, Uncle Yoshino, please don't let irrelevant people ride in my car next time."

Nomiyama followed, looked at his old monitor, and repeated her words: "Hayama Hayato-san, I don't know you well, please..."