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

However, none of these explanations can fully account for this bizarre disappearance.

This is so unusual.

A "prop" that should have been firmly in their hands.

They vanished before the plan could be carried out.

Kushida Tsuyoshi suppressed his unease and quickly restored the scene to its original state.

Then he returned to the camp as if nothing had happened.

She needs to confirm with Ibuki immediately.

The opportunity will come soon.

In the afternoon, most students rested or engaged in light activities in their respective areas.

There was no one in the center of the camp at the moment.

Kushida saw Ibuki sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the girls' area, staring blankly at the stream.

She walked over without making a sound.

“Ibuki-kun,”

Kushida's voice was very low, and a sweet smile graced his face.

"Have you touched the things...?"

Ibuki Mio turned her head.

Upon seeing that it was Kushida, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He then lowered his voice in response:

"No. Didn't you say you were in charge of handling this? What happened?"

Her reaction didn't seem fake.

That hint of doubt was very real.

Kushida's heart sank completely.

"Gone..."

"I just went to check... and the thing is gone."

Ibuki's brows immediately furrowed:

"Gone? What do you mean? Who took it?"

"I have no idea……"

"I thought it was you... What do we do now? Our plan..."

The two girls, each harboring their own secrets, stared at each other.

They both saw the same confusion and unease in each other's eyes.

The plan had barely begun when an uncontrollable accident occurred.

This feeling,

It's like an unseen hand suddenly appearing on a chessboard where players are secretly competing, and casually moving a crucial piece.

Just as Kushida and Ibuki fell into a brief silence and suspicion, an unexpected figure appeared at the entrance to Class D's camp.

Sakamoto stood there tall and straight, wearing the school's uniform.

He calmly pushed up his glasses, taking in the view of the D-class camp, which was now divided into two parts.

His appearance immediately caused a slight commotion.

Horikita Suzune was taking stock of the few remaining public supplies near the boys' quarters.

He was the first one I noticed.

After a moment's hesitation, she put down what she was holding and walked over.

"Sakamoto-san, is there anything I can help you with?"

Sakamoto nodded slightly as a greeting:

"Horikita-kun. I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see how your class is doing. It seems your class has undergone some adjustments?"

His gaze lingered for a moment on that invisible "dividing line".

Horikita frowned slightly; she didn't want to reveal too much about the predicament within Class D.

However, the fact of the separate operations is obvious and cannot be denied.

"These are just some necessary internal management arrangements."

She gave a vague response, then changed the subject.

"What about your class?"

"Thank you for your concern, everything is normal in Class A."

Sakamoto's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

No further explanation is needed.

Kikyo Kushida also noticed the commotion.

She temporarily suppressed her doubts.

Came over quickly.

"Sakamoto-kun! What a rare visitor! Are you here to see Horikita-kun about something?"

She had also heard about what happened in the cornfield; Sakamoto had helped them collect a lot of corn.

If the version comes to the floor camp for something, it will probably be to find Sakamoto or Ayanokouji, who were helped before.

Sakamoto's gaze shifted to Kushida:

"Kushida-kun. I was just passing by."

After a few brief words, Sakamoto didn't seem to have any intention of engaging in further conversation.

He said to Horikita again:

"It seems your class still has matters to attend to, so I will not disturb you any further. Farewell."

After speaking, he nodded slightly to the group, then turned and retraced his steps.

He left calmly, his figure quickly disappearing into the shade of the trees.

Horikita gazed thoughtfully in the direction Sakamoto had disappeared.

The timing of Sakamoto's appearance is just too strange.

That incident just happened this morning, and the culprit hasn't been found yet.

He arrived at Class D's camp at noon.

Kikyo Kushida stood there, her smile gradually fading after Sakamoto left.

An idea popped into her mind.

The stolen goods mysteriously disappeared, and Sakamoto conveniently "conveniently" visited...

Is there any connection between these two things?

That man always manages to do things that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Did he notice something?

He even took that thing.

This cannot be determined.

She needs to go and confirm the whole plan with Ibuki and Ryuen again.

After all, things have gone wrong, and they've started moving in a direction that Kushida couldn't have predicted.

First Grade Summer Vacation: Chapter 112: Sakamoto Under the Awning

sixth day.

The sky was covered by a thick layer of leaden-gray clouds.

Large raindrops began to fall, quickly forming a curtain of rain.

It enveloped the entire uninhabited island.

Rainwater washed over the leaves, forming trickling streams in the forest.

The once dry ground became muddy and slippery.

However, within this curtain of rain,

The plateau camp where Class A was located presented a completely different scene.

Thanks to Sakamoto's initial site selection and the subsequent continuous improvement of the drainage system,

Although the ground inside the camp was damp, there was no standing water.

More importantly, all the shed roofs underwent meticulous waterproofing treatment—

Multiple layers of broad, thick banana leaves and waterproof giant leaves are interlaced and overlapped.

The critical seams were also sealed with molten resin.

Rainwater slid smoothly down the sloping roof.

A curtain of water forms around the shed.

Inside the shed, however, the air remains remarkably dry and comfortable.

The students gathered under the largest public shed.

A small fire burned in the stove pit, dispelling the dampness of the rainy day.

A hand-fired earthenware pot sits over a fire, simmering with piping hot herbal tea.

A faint fragrance filled the air.

No one appeared disheveled or anxious because of the sudden downpour.

At the camp entrance,

Katsuragi Kohei watched as several figures hurriedly disappeared into the depths of the rain-shrouded forest.

Those were a few students from Class B who had just finished a brief visit.

Katsuragi turned around and went back to the shed, wiping the water droplets off his bald head.

He walked over to Sakamoto, who was sitting on a flat stone, quietly watching the rain outside the shed.

“Sakamoto-kun,”

Katsuragi's tone carried a hint of confusion and caution.

"Those guys from Class B just now were clearly using the rain as an excuse to come and scout things out. Are we being too polite?"

Sakamoto didn't turn around immediately, gazing at the raindrops falling like a beaded curtain.

He adjusted his glasses and calmly replied:

"Have friends come from afar."

"Besides, it is a kind of fate to be able to set foot here on a stormy day."

Katsuragi looked at Sakamoto's nonchalant expression.

Despite my concerns, I had no choice.

He knew that Sakamoto wasn't unaware of Class B's intentions; he simply chose to respond in this way.

This stems from Class A's now unshakeable advantage.

"Well, you're right."

Katsuragi sighed and stopped dwelling on it.