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His upper and lower body are pure black, similar to samurai clothing, with a white belt around his waist and a knife slung over his shoulder.

She rested her left hand on the hilt of the knife and seemed to be smiling.

I smiled and said to myself, "I have come a long way, and everyone on the road said that you are very strong."

"How about it? Do you want to fight me?"

Nomiya didn't want to respond to this. He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see more clearly and know what she looked like.

The picture was like a mirage, shaking and shattering.

The man before my eyes was no longer there, and the wilderness had vanished.

The girl with long black hair had left the edge of the railing and stood in front of him, sizing him up with interest. "Is this the way you came up with to start a conversation? It's not bad, at least it's not too vulgar."

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The person in front of him had similar rosy red eyes, the same beautiful long black hair, and even exuded a similar sense of publicity.

But not her.

Although he couldn't even see the face clearly, Nomiyama was very sure that the person who had just appeared in a trance was a special existence that he could recognize at a glance no matter what.

Even if the other person turns into a pile of ashes on the ground, he can pick out all the dust that belongs to her one by one.

After calming himself down, Nomiyama was silent for a moment before looking at the person in front of him and saying, "I really think you should jump from another building. I'm going to come to this rooftop often, and downstairs is where I go to class. If you die here, I'll be very troubled."

"Oh?" The girl took a step closer, her eyes bright with interest. "Do you think this is okay?"

"Let's dance together."

"No." Nomiya rejected the other party's seemingly serious suggestion.

He looked her up and down at her unexpectedly mature body and that obviously beautiful and superior face, and offered some advice: "You're very good-looking. I suggest you take sleeping pills so you don't die too ugly. Jumping off a building would easily turn you into a bloody mess, which would be disgraceful."

"Well, you have a point." The girl took a step back and thought for a moment.

Then refuse decisively.

"But no, dying from sleeping pills is too obscure. I shouldn't end up dying in obscurity."

Nomiyama's eyebrows moved. It seemed that this man was really thinking about how to die in a way that would be more in line with his own aesthetics.

The girl looked at his frown, shrugged, and explained, "Don't think too much about it. I don't really want to die. I just want to write a novel and want to know what the heroine's thoughts would be like when facing death."

"Novel?" Nomiya was slightly puzzled.

"Yes, novels. I want to write novels." The girl nodded.

Then she took another step forward, this time two, three steps, until she was in front of Nomiyama.

They looked into each other's eyes closely, and no one dodged.

She seemed oddly excited.

"My name is Kasumigaoka Utaha. Are you interested in love?"

"My name is Nomiyama Kazehaya, and I'm not interested in love matters."

Nomiyama was about to turn around and leave.

The blond man glared and pulled open the rooftop door.

"Kazehaya! Who is she?!"

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Chapter 44: Today's Wind is Very Noisy

Who is she?

Facing Eriri's sudden appearance and her questions, Nomiyama recalled and explained: "Kasumigaoka-senpai, your name is listed as the first on the second-year entrance exam. You are my senior."

After saying that, he smiled: "Eri, long time no see."

Seeing his smiling face as before, Sawamura Eriri breathed a sigh of relief, then unconsciously turned her eyes away and her voice became softer: "Well...long time no see."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced back and forth between the two of them. She was not surprised that this junior noticed her name, because after hearing his name, she also remembered that he was the top student in the first grade as written on the blackboard.

She is, I find it interesting, that golden-haired junior school girl, she is really the typical one, coming in with a strong momentum but leaving with a timid attitude.

What is this attribute called?

I feel it can serve as good writing material.

However, I'd better explore it next time I have the chance.

After thinking about it, she walked around the two of them and headed towards the rooftop door, saying something a little cleverly: "Then I'll leave first. I'll come back to discuss love with Junior Feng Zao next time."

"Problems with love???"

The golden-haired schoolgirl's voice became noticeably louder.

Yeah, that's it. With a happy smile on her face, Kasumigaoka Utaha walked down the stairs.

Nomiyama didn't react much. He just grabbed the flying cherry blossoms and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them. "That senior is probably thinking about a light novel about romance, so she's very curious about it."

Sawamura Eriri looked doubtful: "Is that all?"

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" After saying that, he walked to the railing and lay down.

As soon as Yukinoshita left, Eriri came to find her. It seemed that she went to see Eriri before leaving. Well, with her personality, it would be strange if she didn't go to see Eriri.

There was no movement behind him, only a slight sound of wind in his ears. Nomiya turned around curiously and found Eriri looking conflicted.

He looked at her helplessly: "I wasn't angry at the time and didn't think much about it. Instead, it was you who should stop dwelling on that incident."

"Who! Who is confused!" Sawamura Eriri turned her head away.

Soon, she became depressed again, slightly dazed: "You are not angry, then, what are my past few years worth?"

Putting his hand on his chin, Nomiya-san seemed to be thinking: "Are you stupid? After all, we have been together for a long time. How can you think that Yukinoshita and I would get angry over such a trivial matter?"

"You're the stupid one! You're the stupid one!" She took two steps forward, kicked his calf, then leaned over the railing with her eyes slightly narrowed.

Nomiyama glanced at her and leaned back on the railing: "Actually, Yukinoshita was going to explain everything to you at the beginning, but you ran away when you saw her, and you've been hiding from us ever since, so it's been delayed until now."

"Eri, sometimes people make choices that are different from what they expected. Don't overthink it, and don't dwell on it. It will only make your life difficult."

Sawamura Eriri gave him a look of disdain: "Why are you so full of moral principles?"

Nomiyama said, "I must have been infected by the Yukinoshita virus. She lectures me every day. It's so rude to talk to me during meals. Then she keeps staring at me, which makes me lose my appetite."

When Sawamura Eriri heard her friend's name, she tightened her fingers and asked another question after a while: "Which class did you go to this time? I didn't see you when I went to class."

"Class D, the homeroom teacher is Shizuka Hiratsuka, she teaches Chinese. She seems easy to get along with, but a little weird."

"Strange?"

"Well, she went and caught a puffer fish to eat in order to test the poison."

"Isn't that the same as you?"

"Nonsense, I know nothing will happen to me, she's just really weirdly curious."

......

When Nomiyama walked back into the classroom, he saw a group of people gathered around his fishing rod.

His expression remained unchanged as he walked up and took a few glances.

Oh, and all the fingers pricked by fish hooks.

He bent down, reached out, picked up the fallen fishing rod, and under the gaze of his classmates, put it back in the corner and reinstalled the hook guard.

Scanning the circle, Nomiyama smiled politely: "This fishing rod is cursed. Other than me, anyone else will get pricked if they touch it."

Looking at the somewhat silent classmates, he smiled even more gently: "My name is Nomiyama Kazehaya, and I'm from Central Elementary School. I hope to get along well with the students in the next period of time. I also hope that the students will not touch my fishing rod for no reason, as it can easily cause injury."

"And sometimes I have a bad temper. When I'm unhappy, I might hit someone or something."

After saying this, he politely nodded to his classmates and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the students who graduated from Central Elementary School. I'm very famous."

He raised his foot, walked out of the group of boys and went to his seat.

It’s a new school and a new stage. It’s time to be the first to show up. If any problems arise, they can be solved early.

The sooner you become famous, the fewer people will cause trouble for you in the future.

Making new friends, well, you don’t have to worry about making new friends.

When you introduce yourself later, take note of those students who didn’t applaud, so that when a conflict arises, you won’t have any psychological burden when you take action.

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At noon, I had lunch with Eriri on the rooftop. After more than three years, Nomiyama tasted Sayuri's cooking again and excitedly sent a message to her.

Sayuri's cooking is still as delicious as ever.

Sayuri Sawamura: [Do you like it? ]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [like]

Sayuri Sawamura: [Then I'll give you a chance. I'll do my best for you every day from now on, okay?]

Nomiyama didn't dare to reply, because Sayuri-sister's remarks were sometimes extremely shocking.

No matter how you think about it or how you reply, you will make mistakes.

......

Sometimes, Nomiyama would feel that he had a special connection with someone, for example, after they entered junior high school from Central Elementary School, they met and stayed in the same class.

Hayato Hayama is a humanoid air conditioner that can walk freely and can provide different demeanors according to the temperature of the people around him.

A person who strives to assimilate the surrounding air to the same density.

However, Nomiyama doesn't like to get along with him very much because his yellow hair is not as beautiful as Eriri's golden hair.

After rejecting his proposal for a freshman party, Nomiyama chatted with Eriri for a while and learned that she had to go to the art club first.

So, carrying his fishing rod, he walked to Sanzu River alone.

Put the bait on, raise your hand, and raise the rod.

Sitting down on the lush green grass, enjoying the spring breeze, he began to wait patiently.

At some point, a girl's voice came from behind.

"Today's wind is quite noisy."

The hand holding the rod shook.

It wasn't Eriri's voice.

Nomiyama didn't choose to look back, but his expression gradually changed.

What is this? Being hit on?

No, who would use such weird words to chat up someone? What does "the wind is so noisy today" mean?

Reciting poetry?

So, is she a literary girl?

A literary girl who, in the spring, under the setting sun, on the grassy riverbank, with the breeze blowing, sees a quiet and beautiful boy, and begins to look forward to a romantic encounter and cannot help but feel a throbbing in her heart?

You must be kidding me, I'm fishing. What I have in my hand is not a book, but a fisherman's fishing rod!

What the hell are you telling a serious angler?

Chapter 45: Unforgettable Love

If I have to say, there can be various versions and flavors of responses to the sentence "The wind is very noisy today".

If you are a straightforward person, you can reply: "What are you talking about? The wind is very light today."

If you are shy and introverted, you can lower your voice slightly and simply reply: "Um..."

If someone is gentle and considerate, like Hayato Hayama, you can say, "Yes, there are some. Do you like it? If not, we can go somewhere else and hide from the wind."