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

He rushed back to the classroom of Class 2A.

He slammed the classroom door shut, his back pressed against the cold door panel.

He was panting heavily.

It felt as if we had just been in a chase.

The look of lingering shock on his face...

This was the most outburst he had ever experienced in his life.

He shook his head violently.

Force yourself to calm down.

We cannot let anyone...

Especially his second-year students,

Seeing his disheveled appearance.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust his facial muscles.

He tried to regain his former nonchalant expression.

But the lingering shock deep in his eyes...

But it's hard to hide.

"elegant?"

A concerned voice rang out.

Asahina Nazuna walked over quickly.

They keenly caught the lingering, extremely unnatural expression on his face.

"What's wrong? You look terrible. What happened?"

She lowered her voice, her eyes fixed on him, "Is it... Sakamoto again..."

She guessed correctly.

Nagumo's lips twitched slightly.

He instinctively wanted to deny it.

The idea of ​​being ghost-like and handed toilet paper in a toilet stall...

How could I possibly say that?!

This is a million times more devastating than him being publicly executed.

"No, it's nothing!"

Nan Yun abruptly turned her face away.

His voice sounded a little dry.

"It's just that my stomach suddenly feels a little uncomfortable. Yes, it doesn't feel comfortable."

He made up an awkward excuse.

He strode back to his seat and plopped down.

He buried his face in his arms, pretending to rest.

Asahina looked at his obviously futile attempt to cover up his actions.

He blinked and didn't ask any further questions.

But his face clearly said, "I don't believe you."

Nagumo lay on the table.

My heart is still pounding.

The surreal scene in the toilet stall

It was etched into his mind like a brand, impossible to erase.

Sakamoto's silent appearance, his kneeling posture, the gesture of holding up the toilet paper...

Every detail is frighteningly clear.

How can this be? !

The door is locked from the inside!

He didn't hear anything!

How did he get in?

Turn over from next door?

How could there be absolutely no sound?

Countless questions churned in his mind like boiling water.

Each one points to an answer that cannot be explained by common sense.

Ultimately, faced with an unacceptable reality,

Nagumo's rationality began to search for a seemingly reasonable way out—

Hallucination?

Correct!

It must be an illusion!

It must be because I was too stressed.

It's because I keep thinking about that persistent ghost that I have such vivid hallucinations!

That must be it!

He desperately tried to convince himself.

He tried to attribute that horrific scene to his own mental stress.

Despite a faint voice protesting deep inside,

He was told that the feeling was terrifyingly real, but he chose to ignore it.

He couldn't think about it anymore.

He was afraid he would go crazy if he thought about it any further.

Who cares if what happened just now was true or false?

He had only one thought in mind—

End all of this.

He suddenly looked up and took out his phone.

He wants to contact Horikita Manabu.

Didn't Sakamoto want to join the student council?

it is good!

He'll go and talk to the student council president right away.

Let him in!

……

Time flies by quickly.

Before we knew it, it was afternoon and school was over.

The perspective then shifts to the student council room.

Horikita Manabu sat alone behind the chairman's desk.

He was waiting for someone.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open.

A figure walked in with a calm and composed gait.

It was Sakamoto.

He walked to the desk and stopped.

With upright posture and a slight bow,

He performed a flawless bow.

"Good evening, Chairman Horikita. I am Sakamoto, here as invited."

Horikita Manabu nodded, his gaze fixed on the boy in front of him.

"Good evening, Sakamoto-kun. I am Horikita Manabu, the student council president of Class 3-A."

The two gave brief self-introductions.

It may seem like a routine matter, but it's actually an unspoken understanding.

They all knew the true purpose of this meeting.

In fact,

Regarding Nagumo's absurd "one-week interview period" and the entire day...

The legendary "master-servant interaction" between Sakamoto and Nagumo.

Horikita Manabu already knew most of it.

Part of

This stems from a recent, urgent, and even pleading, communication from Nagumo himself.

Nagumo did not elaborate on the details.

I simply strongly recommend Sakamoto because of his "outstanding abilities," "no need for further evaluation," and "he should be hired directly without further consideration."

The other part,

This stemmed from the video clip that was widely circulated on the campus forum—

From the "candlelight lunch" in the cafeteria to the amazing cleaning performance.

Horikita Manabu only needs to speculate a little.

This allows us to connect Nagumo's unusual behavior with Sakamoto's actions.

"first,"

Horikita Manabu got straight to the point, his voice steady.

“I need to make it clear to you. The so-called ‘one-week interview period’ that Vice President Nagumo previously proposed to you, and his requirement that you ‘completely obey his orders’, is not a formal procedure in the student council’s regulations. It was his personal impromptu act.”

He seemed to want to see Sakamoto's reaction.

Sakamoto's expression remained unchanged.

He simply responded calmly:

"I see. Thank you for informing me, Chairman."

He clearly already knew this all along.

This first-year student,

It was clear from the beginning that it was an irregular test.

However, they chose to turn the tables on each other in such an extreme and astonishing way.

Instead, it pushed Nagumo, who had made the demands, into a corner.

This mindset, ability, and courage,