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

The words caught in my throat.

She has a habit of calling people by their full names.

Strangely, every time she tried to ask Sakamoto's full name, she was always interrupted by some unexpected little thing.

This prevented her from successfully adding Sakamoto's full name when exchanging contact information.

"never mind."

She shook her head, no longer dwelling on it.

However, when she walked up to Sakamoto's seat, she found it empty.

The desks were neatly tidied up.

It was as if the owner had already left.

"Huh? What about people?"

Morishita Ai blinked, looking confused.

"They were still here when the bell rang..."

Sakamoto vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air.

The perspective shifts to the second-year school building.

Nan Yunya had just finished her first class.

However, he was somewhat restless throughout the entire class.

That feeling of being watched by an invisible gaze is like a persistent, insidious infection that never truly disappears.

Even when he was sitting in the classroom,

He always felt that there was a pair of eyes quietly watching him from outside the window or in some corner.

It made him feel uneasy and unable to fully concentrate.

Asahina Nagisa, who was sitting nearby, keenly noticed his unusual behavior.

The two have known each other for over ten years.

Nagumo was in this rare state, tinged with a barely perceptible irritability and tension.

Nothing could escape her eyes.

She was thinking of going over to ask what had happened during the break.

At this moment——

A black figure moved like a swift wind, or a ghost.

They suddenly burst into the classroom of Class 2A without any warning!

His movements were so fast that they left only a blur, yet his posture was exceptionally graceful and fluid.

It was as if this was not a sudden intrusion.

It was not a staged performance, but a carefully orchestrated one.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the entire class, the figure glided precisely to Nan Yunya's desk.

He gracefully bent his right knee, touching the ground with one knee.

The whole process was silent.

Yet it possesses a thunderous presence.

The person who arrived was Sakamoto.

He held a glass of clear water steadily in his hand, the water temperature seemed just right, and tiny water droplets condensed on the glass.

"Vice President Nan Yun,"

Sakamoto raised his head, his voice clear and steady.

"During the first break just now, I heard you leading your classmates in reading the text aloud. I imagine your throat must be dry. Here's a glass of warm water for you to soothe your throat and relieve your fatigue, so you can be in the best condition to handle student council affairs."

He gently presented the water glass.

The entire second-grade A class fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on this unexpected scene.

Nan Yunya was completely dumbfounded.

How...how did he get in?

get out of class had only been over for a minute!

It's impossible for someone to run here from the first-grade building!

How...how did he know I led the reading of the text?

Could it be that he... has been lurking nearby all along?

Where did he get this glass of water from?

Countless questions instantly flooded Nagumo's mind.

He was momentarily speechless.

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

So weird!

Asahina Nazuna was also stunned.

Looking at Sakamoto kneeling on one knee in front of Nagumo's desk, his brain briefly went blank.

But soon, she saw the unprecedented, almost out-of-control look of shock on Nan Yun's face.

Then, recalling the rumor I vaguely heard this morning about "a first-grade boy bringing breakfast to Nagumo,"

She understood something instantly.

Is this... Sakamoto's way of retaliating?

Using such extreme and outrageous "obedience" and "service"?

She looked at Nan Yun's embarrassed expression.

Surprised, a strange sense of...pleasure welled up inside me?

Aside from when she was a child, it seemed like she hadn't seen Nagumo show such a completely out-of-control expression in a long time.

"you……"

Nagumo finally found his voice again.

He asked almost through gritted teeth.

"How did you know?"

Sakamoto calmly stood up.

He nodded slightly and pushed up his glasses with his middle finger.

An explanation was given that would make Nagumo vomit blood:

"I was able to vaguely see you, Vice President, leading the reading aloud by the reflection of the glass curtain wall of the opposite teaching building. Therefore, I guess you might need to replenish your water."

Reflective?!

Separated by two buildings, countless windows, and distance,

Did you see him leading the reading of the text through the reflection?!

This excuse is so absurd it's outrageous!

Nagumo didn't believe a single word of it!

But he couldn't expose him, because Sakamoto's expression was impeccably serious, as if he were stating a perfectly natural fact.

The students' gazes became even more peculiar, scanning back and forth between Nagumo and Sakamoto.

Nagumo felt like he was about to suffer social death.

He grabbed the glass of water and almost growled:

"Alright! I've received the water! You can go now!"

"As you command."

Sakamoto bowed again, his movements fluid and elegant.

The next moment, to the astonishment of Nan Yun and the entire class, his figure seemed to merge into thin air.

They quickly and silently left the classroom.

They vanished instantly into the crowd in the corridor, as if they had never existed.

It came suddenly and left quickly.

Only an eerie silence remained in Class 2A.

And Nan Yunya, holding that glass of water, her face pale and ashen.

And beside her, Asahina Nazuna, whose eyes held a complex expression but whose lips couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.

Nan Yun looked at the water glass in her hand and felt it was burning hot.

This guy... definitely did it on purpose!

He is everywhere and can penetrate every nook and cranny!

Who's actually interviewing whom during this "interview period"?!

First Year Midterm Exam: Chapter 068: Master Chef Sakamoto

The morning classes have finally ended, signaling the arrival of lunch break.

Nan Yunya let out a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly.

But the sense of vigilance from being watched invisibly did not completely dissipate.

The unbelievable scene that occurred after the first class in the morning still lingered in his mind.

He couldn't help but carefully examine his desk and the corner of the classroom.

There are suspicions that Sakamoto may have left behind something like a miniature camera.

Of course, nothing was gained.

He tried to explain to the students who were looking at him with curiosity.

It was casually attributed to "an overly enthusiastic junior in the first year completing a strange task assigned by the student council."

So that everyone doesn't need to worry about it.

However, his rare, almost out-of-control expression of shock had already been seen by everyone.

This weak explanation only serves to cover up the truth.

Many people whispered among themselves.

It brought together the second-year student, Vice President Nagumo, who was known for his cynicism and control.

How could someone be "frightened" by a first-year student in that way?

Although the way the newcomer made his debut was indeed unusually bizarre.

The various rumors surrounding Sakamoto have thus added to his mystique.

However, despite the discussions, Nagumo's authoritative position among the second-year students remained unshaken.

Most people were just there to watch the spectacle.

Seeing this, Asahina Nagisa, who had been keeping an eye on him,

He stepped forward proactively, a relaxed smile on his face.

Trying to alleviate his slightly paranoid state:

"Ya, don't think too much about it. Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch together?"