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

First Year Enrollment: Chapter 033: Sakamoto, the victim of a setup

Masumi Kamuro stepped out of the coffee shop; the afternoon sun was a bit too bright.

She instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Although she didn't hear the specifics of the conversation between the teacher and Sakamoto in the coffee shop, something felt off.

She shook her head, trying to dispel these distracting thoughts.

Forget it, I don't want to.

She walked along the shopping center's wide, bright avenue toward the dormitory area.

The shopping mall was quite crowded over the weekend.

Students, couples, bustling about.

Kamuro Masumi walked slowly, habitually observing her surroundings.

The reflection in the glass shop window, the crowd brushing past her, the footsteps coming from not far behind her... she paused slightly.

Not right.

A subtle, thorn-like feeling quietly arose within me.

A hint of wariness flashed deep in her purple eyes.

Someone is following her.

This feeling is familiar.

During junior high school, because of her shameful experience of petty theft, she developed a knack for counter-tracking in order to avoid being investigated.

She slowed her pace, pretending to admire the merchandise in the shop window next to her, but her gaze quickly swept behind her, taking advantage of the reflection in the glass.

The crowd surged, their faces a tapestry of different people. She couldn't immediately pinpoint a specific target.

But that feeling of being watched is like a leech, impossible to shake off.

Moreover... there was more than one gaze.

At least two people.

Masumi Kamuro's heart sank slightly.

Who is it? Why are they stalking her? Has she done anything noteworthy lately?

Besides... going to the coffee shop to see Sakamoto every day?

Could it be Sakayanagi Arisu, or Ryuen Sho?

They discovered that she had overheard the conversation that day.

The thought sent a chill down her spine.

But she immediately rejected that idea.

If they really knew, given their personalities, they wouldn't wait a week before taking action.

Moreover, why resort to stalking to deal with her?

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

No matter who it is, get rid of them first.

Without further hesitation, Kamuro Masumi quickened her pace.

She did not choose to return to the main road leading to her dormitory, which was a wide, bright, and bustling road.

Under normal circumstances, this is undoubtedly the safest option, as there are many people around, making it difficult for the trackers to hide.

However, when the sense of urgency of being tracked overwhelmed her, the painful experience from junior high school instantly took over her actions.

Her body reacted faster than her brain—just like when she was hiding from pursuers, she instinctively slipped into a relatively quiet alley.

The alley is narrow, flanked by towering apartment building facades, where sunlight is cut into long, narrow bands, casting deep shadows.

This environment gave her a sense of familiarity, even though she was already on edge.

She quickened her pace, her loafers clicking crisply and rapidly on the concrete.

However, this time, the feeling of being tracked did not disappear; instead, it grew ever closer.

The other party seemed to know her intentions perfectly, always managing to block her at potential crossroads and forcing her to constantly change direction.

Kamishiro's breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She suddenly woke up.

She made a huge mistake.

She shouldn't have taken the shortcut. She definitely shouldn't have ventured into such a secluded alley.

She subconsciously chose the escape route she most often took in junior high school, unaware that there could be a safer approach.

The alley she thought would offer her shelter has now become a prison that confines her.

Fear gripped her.

She wanted to leave immediately.

Back on the main road, back to a place with surveillance cameras and pedestrians.

But it's too late.

After another hasty turn, her steps abruptly halted; before her lay a dead end.

A cold, gray wall blocked the way, and several discarded cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner. A damp, musty smell filled the air.

Kamuro's heart sank to the bottom. She turned around abruptly, wanting to go back the way she came.

However, the light at the alley entrance was blocked by two tall figures.

Two boys dressed in the uniforms of Advanced Education High School stood on the left and right, like two silent iron towers, blocking the only exit.

The one on the left is incredibly tall and muscular, with dark skin and wearing sunglasses. He stands there silently, like an unshakeable wall.

He crossed his arms, his muscular arms bulging out of his school uniform, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

The one on the right is of medium build, with a roguish air about him, fierce eyes, and a malicious smile on his lips.

He had his hands in his pockets, looking the shrine up and down with an unbridled gaze.

Kamuro's purple eyes narrowed sharply, and his heart pounded wildly!

She doesn't know either of them!

A chill instantly swept over my entire body.

She instinctively took a step back, her back hitting the cold wall. There was nowhere left to retreat!

"Oh, what a coincidence?"

A voice, both mocking and cold, came from deep within the alley.

Kamuroku suddenly looked in the direction of the sound!

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows behind Ishizaki Daichi and Yamada Albert.

Ryuen Sho.

He had his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised.

His sinister gaze, like a cold probe, pierced through the dim light of the alley and landed precisely on Kamuro Masumi's slightly frightened face.

The curve of his lips was as relaxed as a cat playing with a mouse.

"Masumi Kamuro."

The sound from Longyuan was deep and clear, echoing in the quiet alley.

"We meet again."

Kamuro Masumi felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He knew her name.

He really came for her.

Fear overwhelmed her like a cold tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

He knows? He knows everything?

She overheard Sakayanagi and his conspiracy...

However, Kamuro quickly calmed down, and his remaining rationality suppressed the impulse.

We must not panic now, we absolutely must not panic.

Long Yuan didn't point it out directly, perhaps... he didn't know.

He might just be trying to get information out of Kamuro.

Kamuro Masumi bit her tongue, the pain instantly clearing her chaotic thoughts.

She straightened her back, her purple eyes meeting Long Yuan's sinister gaze, and tried to make her voice sound calm, tinged with a hint of doubt:

"Who are you? Why are you following me? What are you doing blocking my way?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

But that feigned composure caused a glint of surprise to flash in Long Yuan's eyes.

Longyuan did not answer immediately.

He took two steps forward and stopped a few steps away from Masumi Kamuro.

"who am I?"

Long Yuan scoffed.

"Kamuro Masumi, the top student in Class A, Sakamoto's sidekick... or rather, his dog? You stare at him in the coffee shop every day, don't you even recognize your own classmate?"

"Sakamoto's lackey? His dog?"

Kamuro Masumi's face turned deathly pale instantly.

It wasn't because he insulted me, but because of the information revealed in Long Yuan's words.

He not only knew her name, but also knew that she went to the coffee shop every day to observe Sakamoto.

Was he spying on her all along? Spying on Sakamoto?

A sense of humiliation and anger instantly dispelled some of the fear, and the voice took on a sharp edge:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just... I just like the coffee at that cafe!"

"You like coffee?"

Long Yuan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world; the sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Never missing a day, always on time, ordering a cup of coffee, but your eyes are glued to Sakamoto? Kamuro Masumi, your way of 'liking' is really unique."

He took a step forward, and an immense sense of oppression pressed down on him as if it were a tangible force.

"What? Did Sakamoto tell you to do this? Or did you insist on sticking to him like a shadow?"

First Year Enrollment: Chapter 034: Sakamoto Breaks the Impasse

"What? Did Sakamoto tell you to do this? Or did you insist on sticking to him like a shadow?"

Masumi Kamuro's face turned from deathly pale to flushed red.

Ryuen's words were vicious and precise, each sentence attempting to tear away her disguise and probe the unspeakable connection between her and Sakamoto.

But he was trying to get information out of me!

Alarm bells blared in Kamuro's head.

He had no idea what her relationship with Sakamoto was; he was just using this insulting test.

Observe her reaction to determine how much Sakamoto cares about her!

She couldn't be fooled.

Kamuro took a deep breath, his voice carrying a forced coldness and aloofness: