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

Kuroba Shido stood at the door of Miyazaki Kiyoshi's classroom and cautiously peeked inside.

The classroom was empty.

At lunchtime, most students had already rushed to the cafeteria, leaving only a few tables and chairs still crookedly placed. The curtains swayed gently in the wind, and the blackboard still bore the chalk writing from the morning's lessons. It all looked so calm that it lacked any of the oppressive atmosphere one would expect from a trial.

Kuroba Shido narrowed his eyes and looked inside again.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki is not included.

There are none near the seats.

There was none by the podium.

There wasn't one by the window either.

This left him somewhat bewildered for a moment.

Is the minister not here?

Is this reasonable?

According to Shido Kuroba's understanding of Kiyoshi Miyazaki, if she didn't see him at eight in the morning, she wouldn't just curse him like an ordinary person would. Instead, she would calmly record his absence time, calculate the probability of him arriving at school, and finally appear precisely in a place where he thought he was safe.

So it's actually more dangerous for her now that she's not in the classroom.

Because the visible Kiyoshi Miyazaki is just Kiyoshi Miyazaki, while the invisible Kiyoshi Miyazaki may be a combination of rules, traps, club tasks, and "Why are you four hours late?"

Kuroba Shido leaned on his cane, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Where has she gone?

canteen?

Clubroom?

Student Union Office?

Or did she anticipate that he would make amends with fried bread, so she ambushed him on a route he was bound to take?

Thinking of this, Kuroba Shido subconsciously looked down at the two fried bread rolls in his hand.

The diplomatic supplies are still there.

It has not been confiscated yet.

But the target has disappeared, and diplomacy cannot proceed, which is very troublesome.

Kuroba Shido scanned the corridor and quickly spotted a passing male student.

The male student was fairly clean-looking, holding a drink in his hand, and was about to go downstairs to the cafeteria when he was blocked by a cane after taking only two steps.

Kuroba Shido looked up, his tone sincere.

"Hey handsome, can I ask you something?"

The male student stopped in his tracks. When he saw it was him, his expression first showed confusion, and then gradually became subtle.

"You are... that mysterious gigolo?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

The air fell silent for a moment.

The male student immediately realized he had said the wrong thing, coughed, and tried to make amends.

"No, I mean, what's up, classmate?"

Kuroba Shido looked at him expressionlessly.

"I could have remembered what you just said for the rest of my life, but I have important business to attend to today, so I'll give you a chance to start over for now."

Male student: "..."

He suddenly regretted stopping.

Kuroba Shido put his cane back and lowered his voice.

"Where's Miyazaki Kiyoshi?"

The male student was stunned for a moment.

"Miyazaki-san? She left right after class."

Kuroba Shido's brow twitched.

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know. She packed her things and left after class. She didn't go to the cafeteria, and it seems she wasn't with anyone else."

As the male student finished speaking, he secretly glanced at the fried bread in Kuroba Shido's hand.

"Do you need to see her?"

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

Nothing's wrong.

There is a risk of murder.

He stood Miyazaki Kiyoshi up this morning, and now he's disappeared. It feels like a debtor going to a creditor's house to pay back money, only to find the creditor isn't there, but there's a pair of shoes left at the door.

It's not that the debt is gone.

The creditor might be behind him.

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath and patted the male student on the shoulder.

"Thank you, handsome."

The male student froze upon being filmed.

"No, you're welcome."

Kuroba Shido turned and left.

As he walked back with his cane, he mentally assessed the situation.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi left as soon as get out of class was over.

I didn't go to the cafeteria.

I wasn't with anyone else.

What does this tell us?

This suggests that the Minister may have entered a certain mode of action.

She didn't leave casually.

She most likely already has a new plan.

As for whether the plan is to take him to the club room, include him in some kind of mental health testing activity, or simply include his four-hour lateness in the club's disciplinary case collection, it is currently unknown.

After thinking for a long time, Shido Kuroba finally came to a conclusion.

Forget it.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Worrying is useless.

Life is full of great calamities, and worrying won't make them disappear; it will only leave you starving and crushed to death.

Kuroba Shido looked down at the two fried bread rolls, his gaze gradually softening.

Since the minister is not here, then I'm sorry.

These two fried breads were originally diplomatic supplies, but the diplomatic recipient was temporarily missing, and the supplies were exposed to the elements for a long time, posing a risk of spoilage. He personally kept them and disposed of them, which fully complies with the emergency management regulations for impoverished teenagers.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

"The rice ball and the forgotten ghost should understand."

Kuroba Shido limped toward his classroom, muttering to himself.

"Fried noodles and bread are usually so hard to get. If you go too late, they're all gone. Only those two gluttons manage to get some every day. Since it's already in my hands, it must be fate. Not eating it would be a disservice to destiny..."

As he spoke, he began to consider whether to eat the one in his left hand or the one in his right hand first.

The bread on the left has softer edges and seems to have more sauce.

The package on the right is a little warm; it's probably just come out of the oven.

Adults don't make choices.

Poor teenagers can eat it all.

As Kuroba Shido walked to the floor where his classroom was located, he turned the corner in the corridor and saw a figure standing at the door of the classroom ahead.

The person stood very quietly.

At lunchtime, people came and went in the corridor, students hurried by with their lunches, drinks and textbooks, but the spot where she was seemed to have an automatically created small blank space, no one bumped into her, and no one got too close.

Kuroba Shido didn't see it clearly at first.

I just felt that the figure was very familiar.

Long black hair, a clean uniform, a quiet, almost indifferent profile, holding a thin book in her hand, her posture calm as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Why does he look like the minister?

I'll think about it some more...

Holy crap, it really is!

After confirming that the person at the door was Miyazaki Kiyoshi, Kuroba Shido's body reacted faster than his reason, wanting to back away.

But it was too late.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi raised his eyes, his gaze landing precisely on him.

Eyes facing each other.

The two fried bread rolls in Kuroba Shido's hands suddenly felt heavy.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at him, then at the thing in his hand.

"You've been to my classroom."

It is not a question.

It is a judgment sentence.

Kuroba Shido opened his mouth.

"Your Excellency, this is a long story."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him calmly.

To make a long story short...

Kuroba Shido remained silent for half a second.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

He tried to put on a sincere smile.

"I came to you with good intentions, hoping to give a very formal explanation for the small misunderstanding this morning, but you were not here, so I had to return temporarily."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "A little misunderstanding?"

Kuroba Shido's eyes flickered.

"Not such a small misunderstanding?"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You didn't attend the club activity."

Shido Kuroba immediately corrected him.

"Minister, it's not that we didn't come, it's that we're late."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "We're three hours and forty-seven minutes late."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

She even calculated the timing.

This woman is truly terrifying.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued to look at him.

"reason."

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath and decided to adopt the safest explanation strategy.

"Last night I experienced a very complex life crisis, including but not limited to a human-machine battle with a smart lock, a late-night message attack, continuous mental exhaustion, and the sleep repair that a poor teenager must undergo to maintain vital signs. So this morning I experienced an uncontrollable deep recovery."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You overslept."

Kuroba said, "Minister, it would seem unprofessional of me to just say I overslept."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You are indeed very unprofessional."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

People around were already secretly watching.

Kuroba Shido felt he couldn't continue being publicly executed by the department head in the corridor.

He immediately handed over the fried bread in his left hand, his expression sincere.

"Your Excellency, this is an apology."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced down.

"Stir-fried noodles bread?"

Kuroba Shido nodded.

"Limited edition, very hard to get..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You stole that rice ball gang?"

Kuroba Shido coughed twice, looking slightly embarrassed, and began to ramble on in a serious tone: "Um... this snatching also requires a lot of skill. I put in a lot of effort, after all, the rice ball and stuff put up a stubborn resistance..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

Kuroba Shido then handed over the one in his right hand as well.

"This is organizational care."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not answer.

She simply stared at him quietly for a few seconds, as if trying to determine whether the two fried breads were an apology, a bribe, or yet another failed attempt by Kuroba Shido to turn club discipline into a lunch issue.

A few seconds later, Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked away.

"Come with me to the clubroom."

Kuroba Shido's heart sank.

"Now?"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "Now."

Shido Kuroba looked at the fried bread in his hand.

"Minister, the food..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi turned and walked forward, his voice calm.

"You can take it with you."

Kuroba Shido just breathed a sigh of relief.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's next words came through.

"But you're not allowed to eat until the club mission is completed."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Club assignments?

Is it going to be another test?