Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Club activities are mostly held in the afternoon.

Especially at wealthy schools like Kamikawa University, club activities are not only for after-school entertainment, but also for building resumes, showcasing family resources, and incidentally engaging in some strange social behaviors.

Of course, there are also a few clubs that are open 24/7.

For example, the "idle and lazy department".

I'm going to sleep and don't want to get up for the research meeting.

Lunch Break Protection Association.

And some bizarre departments whose names clearly indicate that the approvers were not fully awake that day.

The school usually turns a blind eye to these departments.

After all, Kamikawa University has plenty of other things, but plenty of rich people, and even more rich people with mental problems.

As long as they don't bomb schools, engage in cults, or turn the principal's office into a cat cafe, schools can generally tolerate it.

Even among this plethora of quirky clubs, the department founded by Kiyoshi Miyazaki still stands out as particularly abstract.

This department still doesn't have a name.

School has been in session for quite some time now.

It has no name.

No new hires were recruited.

No activity record.

There were no promotional posters.

Even the sign hanging at the entrance of the club was blank.

It was as clean as Shido Kuroba's wallet.

Even more outrageous is that the entire club, including the club president Miyazaki Kiyoshi, only has two people.

The other one is Shido Kuroba.

This is no longer a club or association.

This is a double cell.

Normally, this classroom is only opened in the late afternoon or early evening.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki was sitting inside reading a book.

Shido Kuroba sat inside, contemplating life, or perhaps figuring out how to escape from the clutches of the department head.

But today is different.

It was midday.

The door to the club room opened.

In the classroom.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki sat on the podium.

The girl remained aloof and indifferent, with a book beside her and a thin, long pointer that she had somehow acquired.

Kuroba Shido sat in the first row below.

sweating a lot.

His expression was serious.

It's like taking some ultimate exam that will determine the fate of humanity.

In front of him lay a thick stack of exam papers.

It really is an exam paper.

It's not a metaphor.

Densely packed.

It's as thick as a review book.

The cover also had several very formal characters written on it.

[Special Test Paper for Member Mental Health Assessment]

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Activity?

You call this an event?

They wouldn't even let him eat lunch, dragging him over to do exercises. Is this what they call a mental health assessment activity for department members?

This is a damn mental health destruction activity for our members!

Kuroba Shido looked at the first question.

What is your first reaction when the news department spreads rumors about you?

A. Communicate calmly.

B. Collect evidence and protect your rights legally.

C. Seek help from the teacher.

D. To make a friendly visit by bringing golf clubs.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Is this question specifically targeting him?

Let's look at the second question.

What would you do if you found out that your friend was the final choice in a poll?

A. Clarify the relationship.

B. Respect public opinion.

C. Calmly analyze the causes of public opinion.

D. Use Noah's Spark.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Is there even a need to choose?

Isn't this just blindly choosing D?

wrong.

This is a mental health test. If I choose D, will the minister judge me as having violent tendencies?

Shido Kuroba's forehead was covered in even more sweat.

Turn to the next page.

What do you think Yamamoto Shinjin was?

A. An ordinary classmate.

B. Close friends.

C. The object of a fateful bond.

D. This is an evil rice ball; it is recommended that it be disposed of harmlessly immediately.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

There's a trap in this question.

There's definitely a trap.

D looks like the correct answer, but there's definitely a trap hidden inside.

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath, trying to analyze the situation with his high IQ of eight.

Known.

The minister can read minds.

Known.

The minister is not in a good mood right now.

Known.

This exam paper was most likely made up by the Minister overnight... no, even at noon, based on the forum vote.

Therefore, there is only one answer.

No matter how he writes, he will die.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

The sky is falling.

It really collapsed.

Instead of eating lunch, he's here taking a hellish psychological test, and he doesn't even know if the cafeteria has any discounted meals left.

Who understands this kind of human suffering?

"Kuroba-kun."

From the podium came Miyazaki Kiyoshi's cool and indifferent voice.

"Don't get distracted."

Snapped.

The pointer tapped gently on the podium.

The sound wasn't loud.

But Shido Kuroba's body trembled.

"I don't."

"You have."

"Your Excellency, this is slander."

"You were just cursing me in your mind."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

I'm not.

I do not have.

Don't read it carelessly.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes.

"Keep writing."

Kuroba Shido looked down at the exam paper, picked up the pen, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He finally understands.

The news department is not scary.

Kuroda's conscience is not scary.

Even Yamamoto is not scary.

What's truly terrifying is Kiyoshi Miyazaki.

Because the news department can at most kill him off.

At most, Yamamoto's ancestors caused him mental pollution.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki would make him do 500 psychological test questions at midday.

This is no longer torture.

This is academic torture.

Shido Kuroba wrote with tears in his eyes.

Question 1.

He paused for half a second on D, and finally chose B with difficulty.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at it.

"lie."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Question 2.

He wanted to choose D, but ultimately chose A.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "against my will."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Question 3.

He stared at D for a long time, his hands almost slipping out of his control.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke in a cold and indifferent tone.

You'd better answer carefully.

Kuroba Shido looked up in grief and indignation.

"Minister, tell me, is there any other answer to this question besides D?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him calmly.

"have."

"Which one?"

"Bonus question".

Kuroba Shido lowered his head.

Sure enough, there was a line of small print below the third question.

Please elaborate on your true opinion of Yamamoto Akihito in no less than 800 words.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Eight hundred words?

Write about Yamamoto?

Does he deserve it?

……

the other side.

canteen.

Ito Fusei and Yamamoto Senjin carried their plates and found a corner to sit down.

Without Shido Kuroba by his side, the atmosphere was strangely awkward.

It's mainly Ito Fusuma's feeling that things are a bit complicated.

Yamamoto Shinjin was completely unaware of this.

He was eating while looking at the voting screenshots on his phone, unable to suppress the smirk on his face.

"Ito, isn't 67.3% a bit too much?"

Ito Fusei remained silent.

I quietly picked up a mouthful of rice.

"I never expected everyone to be so supportive of me."

Ito Fusei remained silent.

"Especially considering that 81% of the girls are female, do you think the girl who confessed to me might have voted for me too?"

Ito Fusei stopped using his chopsticks.

Murderous intent.

It has started to rise again.

Yamamoto was completely unaware and was still analyzing the situation.

"If that's the case, then she must be really conflicted right now, right?"

"He clearly likes me, but he sees that my vote and Shido's votes are so high."

"She'll definitely be jealous."

"Then one day after school, he stopped me in the sunset and said, 'Yamamoto-kun, actually I...'"

Click.

The chopsticks in Ito Fusei's hand broke.

Yamamoto was taken aback for a moment.

"Ito?"

Ito Fusei raised his head.

His gaze was calm.

"Yamamoto."

"Um?"

Do you believe in other worlds?

Mr. Yamamoto: "???"

Just then.

The area around the cafeteria suddenly fell silent for a moment.

It's not completely quiet.

It's a quiet that comes from unconsciously lowering one's voice after one's gaze is drawn to someone.

Yamamoto Shinji and Ito Fusei both looked up at the same time.

Then, both of them were stunned.

A tall, slender girl with an extraordinary air stood not far away.

The archery club members hadn't completely changed out of their uniforms; they were just wearing a jacket over them.

Long, smooth hair.

His gaze was calm.

She's so beautiful she doesn't seem like someone who would exist in real life.

She stood there, like an illustration cut out of a high-end art book.

Many people in the cafeteria were secretly watching her.

But her gaze was fixed only on the table where Ito Fusei and Yamamoto Senjin were sitting.

Yamamoto's eyes widened.

Ito Fusei's eyes widened as well.

The same thought popped into both of their minds at the same time.

I am!

Who is this?

So beautiful.

next second.

Onodera Zannen walked over.

She had a gentle smile on her face and spoke softly.

"Sorry to bother you."

"Excuse me, are you Shido's friends?"

Ito Bosei: "..."

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

Shido?

Why are you calling each other so intimately?

Yamamoto's eyes lit up immediately.

Ito Fusei's heart skipped a beat.

Onodera Zannen nodded gently.

"I am Shido's friend."

"Can you tell me where he is now?"