"Senpaku, I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"

What exactly is Sakamoto's weakness?

Does his impeccable composure conceal a secret unknown to others?

My thoughts are a jumbled mess.

She looked at Sakamoto's back again.

Now that we know where Sakamoto works, that place seems to be an excellent window to observe him.

During lunch break, at the same fixed location, he was always there.

An idea popped into my head uncontrollably:

Let's go take another look.

No reason is needed.

Just consider it a chance to get to know him a little better.

Get to know this enigmatic classmate. Understand why he is so special, and how he will deal with the conspiracy of Sakayanagi and Ryuen.

Kamuro then thought of the silver-haired girl from Class C—Shiina Hiyori.

The way the other person walked towards Sakamoto without hesitation in the coffee shop, and the curiosity hidden beneath that calm exterior, were exactly the same as his own.

Hiyori Shiina was also observing Sakamoto.

Then-

Kamuro Masumi took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

She looked away and refocused on the textbook, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the words on the pages.

On the podium, the history teacher's voice remained loud and clear:

"...Oda Nobunaga, with his ambition to 'unify the land by force,' broke the old order..."

In the depths of Masumi Kamuro's purple eyes, the dazedness and confusion gradually settled, replaced by a new kind of determination.

She will go again.

First-Year Enrollment: Chapter 029: Sakamoto One Week Later

The first week of school passed by like sand slipping through our fingers.

After the initial hustle and bustle and tentative exploration, the campus of Advanced Nurturing High School gradually settled into a new daily rhythm with a competitive atmosphere.

The first-grade classes, like pebbles thrown into water, gradually calmed down as each class found its initial position and way of survival under the rule of "meritocracy".

The changes were particularly noticeable in Class A of the first year.

Sakamoto's presence has gradually become integrated into the daily life of the class, moving beyond the initial sense of "shock" and "strangeness".

His unique elegance and composure no longer made anyone feel abrupt or uncomfortable; instead, they became a natural backdrop.

The elites of Class A began to get used to the black-haired boy who always sat down precisely on time, with an upright posture and a strange sense of rhythm in his every move.

But this does not mean that Sakamoto's brilliance has dimmed.

On the contrary, when he accurately answered the professor's tricky questions in class, when he pointed out logical flaws in group discussions, and when the results of several quizzes in the first week of school were announced—Sakamoto's name was at the top of the list, and the words "perfect score" were engraved on every test paper like a brand.

The shock stemming from absolute strength will still resonate clearly in the hearts of every student in Class A.

He doesn't need to flaunt it; his unfathomable knowledge and control are the most dazzling halo in themselves.

Katsuragi Kohei sat in his seat, his imposing figure still composed, but the sharp edge in his eyes regarding "leadership" had been much less pronounced.

He watched as Sakamoto calmly accepted yet another perfect score on the test, his expression complex, which ultimately turned into a barely audible sigh.

He realized that in the face of Sakamoto's absolute strength, it was pointless to fight for the so-called "leadership position".

The cohesion of Class A should perhaps be built around Sakamoto as the core.

He quietly adjusted his role—becoming a supporter of Sakamoto, helping him unite people and protect the honor of Class A. This seemed to be the optimal solution.

Totsuka Yahiko, who initially scoffed at Sakamoto's "pretentiousness," now put away his disdain.

Looking at Sakamoto's consistently elegant demeanor and impeccable academic record, the awkwardness and resentment he felt were eventually replaced by an indescribable sense of admiration.

This guy... is really outstanding.

So outstanding that it leaves one speechless.

He pursed his lips, no longer trying to look at Sakamoto with a critical eye, but silently regarding him as a goal to look up to and catch up with.

The initial worry and anxiety deep in Kamuro Masumi's purple eyes gradually dissipated during this week of calm.

Sakayanagi Arisu... that silver-haired young lady plays an active role as an organizer in the class, handling some trivial class affairs and demonstrating the ability and sense of responsibility that an elite of Class A should have.

She was really just fulfilling her duties as a student in Class A.

As for Ryuen Sho, it was as if nothing had happened; there was no news of any "probing" or "actions" against Sakamoto.

Could it be that Sakayanagi and Ryuen's conspiracy was all bark and no bite?

Or perhaps Sakamoto's unfathomable strength and aura caused them to temporarily back down?

Kamuro's sense of security, which stemmed from Sakamoto's formidable strength, seemed to have intensified even further.

Perhaps... my worries are really unnecessary.

However, Kamuro also knew perfectly well that the potential, true core of Class A was not Sakayanagi, who was busy with trivial matters, but Sakamoto, who seemed to be detached but was omnipresent in influencing the class atmosphere.

Sakayanagi's brilliance ultimately paled in comparison to Sakamoto's star-like presence.

Sakamoto's unique words and actions, after being spread, gradually earned him some "fame" among some well-informed or curious first-year students.

No longer the god-like figure of the past, Sakamoto's image seems to have gradually become more comprehensive. His dashing behavior is mentioned in private conversations, making him a "somewhat special" figure in the eyes of the students.

The news that Sakamoto was working at a cafe in the shopping mall also quietly spread over the weekend, arousing the curiosity of some onlookers.

"Sakamoto works at a coffee shop?"

"Aren't school rules against working? How did he manage to do it?"

"How about we go take a look this weekend?"

These questions and discussions circulated among some students.

Some people who were curious about Sakamoto, or students who had heard about those "special incidents," came to the café on the weekend with the mentality of "seeing is believing."

The coffee shop was a bit busier than usual on the weekend, but it wasn't exactly packed.

Most of them were first-year students, with some upperclassmen also present, their faces showing curiosity and a desire to learn.

The atmosphere inside the café was relatively relaxed. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee.

Sakamoto, dressed in a neatly pressed black waiter's apron, moved with an upright posture and a composed gait between the tables.

With a calm expression and fluid movements, he served coffee or snacks to guests with an elegant and natural demeanor, blending seamlessly into the atmosphere of the coffee shop.

"Ten lattes, three Americanos, and two cappuccinos, delivered to the third table by the window."

The order came through from the front desk.

Sakamoto held up a round tray with one hand, on which ten steaming cups of coffee were placed steadily.

The liquid in the glass swayed slightly with his steps, but he kept it below the rim, not spilling a single drop.

He walked steadily to the table by the window and placed the coffees in front of the guests with precise movements.

The entire process was smooth and effortless, without the slightest delay. The control over balance and strength drew surprise and admiration from the students at nearby tables who witnessed the scene.

"Wow...it really didn't spill..."

"Such steady movements..."

"This is Sakamoto?"

Low murmurs rose between the tables.

Sakamoto's performance undoubtedly proved that those rumors were not unfounded.

The coffee shop owner stood behind the counter, looking at the slightly larger-than-usual customer flow with a satisfied smile on his face.

Sakamoto, the student waiter, did indeed bring him good profits, and his work ability was impeccable.

Even this position was something Sakamoto actively bought with points; he really got a freebie.

Sakamoto's name, like a quietly rising star, radiates a unique light.

Sunlight streamed through the café's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Sakamoto's tall and imposing figure.

He was placing a cup of coffee steadily in front of a lady sitting in a corner seat.

The woman had smooth, shoulder-length brown curly hair with slightly curled ends, and possessed a gentle and intellectual air. She was dressed appropriately in casual clothes and did not look like a student.

She slightly raised her head, her gaze calmly fixed on Sakamoto, her eyes carrying a subtle sense of scrutiny and interest.

Sakamoto gently set down the coffee cup, bowing slightly with an elegant gesture.

"Please enjoy your coffee."

The woman with brown, curly hair picked up her coffee cup, gently sniffed the aroma, but her gaze remained fixed on Sakamoto.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile seemed to curve at the corners of her lips, as if...

I have something to say.

First Year Enrollment: Chapter 030: Sakamoto, Targeted by the Teacher

Before the adult woman confronts Sakamoto, let's take a look at the changes in other classes during the first week of school.

The classroom of Class 1D still exuded a relaxed yet noisy atmosphere.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji sat in the back row by the window, his gaze calmly sweeping across the classroom.

The students gathered in twos and threes, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Small groups have already formed.

Yosuke Hirata was undoubtedly the most prominent among them.

He has a handsome face and a gentle personality. He always wears a sincere smile and moves between different groups, listening patiently, actively mediating conflicts, and striving to play the role of a mediator.

His enthusiasm for trying to unite the class as a whole was evident.

He even privately approached Ayanokoji, hoping he could help ease the tension between him and Horikita Suzune.

However, Horikita's aloof and cold attitude made Ayanokoji's attempt fruitless.

Ayanokoji was not surprised by this.

Haruki Yamauchi, Kanji Ike, and Ken Sudo still stick together, and their reputation as the "Three Idiots" has spread throughout the class.

However, Ayanokouji noticed that Yamauchi seemed to have become somewhat more restrained than at the beginning of the school year.

He no longer boasted and flirted with girls as recklessly as before, and a hint of discouragement would occasionally flash between his brows.

Ayanokouji wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but this subtle change by Yamauchi might be a good thing for Class D.

The atmosphere in Class C of Grade 1 was completely different.

Long Yuanxiang leaned against the window.

His sinister gaze swept over the entire class like that of a hawk.

A week was enough time for him to use an iron fist to initially integrate the class.

He also gathered a few available people.

Hiyori Shiina, the silver-haired, purple-eyed girl who always quietly reads books, is meticulous and has keen observation skills.

Albert Yamada, a taciturn but absolutely obedient burly man.

Ibuki Mio, a girl with short hair and sharp eyes, usually keeps to herself and is taciturn, but Ryuen knows that she has practiced martial arts, is quite skilled, and has promising learning ability and athletic talent.

Daichi Ishizaki, a boy with a roguish air about him, was a notorious delinquent in middle school. Although he is simple-minded, his ruthlessness and drive, if guided properly, could be a useful weapon.

However, Long Yuan was not in a good mood.

For a whole week, he used different people to take turns observing Sakamoto from Class A, trying to find his weaknesses or flaws.

The result, however, was disappointing.