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

He took out the guidebook he carried with him and began the final point calculation.

"Then let me take stock of the current situation in our class."

Katsuragi's voice returned to its usual calm and steady tone.

"First, regarding the dedicated points. We start with 300 points, but 30 points will be deducted due to Sakayanagi's absence, so the starting point is 270 points."

"During the exam, we hardly used any of our special points to purchase any survival supplies. We relied entirely on self-sufficiency at our camp and gathering resources in the wild. Currently, we still have... 270 points remaining."

This means that after the exam, these 270 points will be converted into 270 class points without any loss.

"Then there are the reward points gained from capturing strongholds."

"According to the records, the confirmed outposts on the island, apart from the one initially occupied by Class B and one by Class C due to the order of exploration."

"The remaining strongholds were all occupied by our class."

"In this way,"

"Our Class A is expected to obtain a total of 270 points + 510 points = 780 points in this special exam."

"Converted to class points, that's 780 points. Add that to our existing points..."

"Our Class A's class points are about to break the 2000-point mark."

This result even stirred the usually composed Katsuragi's heart.

He looked at Sakamoto with genuine sincerity:

"This...this is almost entirely thanks to you, Sakamoto-kun."

Sakamoto finally turned his head slowly, looked at Katsuragi, and gently shook his head:

"Katsura-kun, you flatter me. The ones who really worked hard are the students who did it tirelessly."

His gaze swept over the other Class A students inside the shed, who were resting or talking in hushed tones.

"It was their actions that truly transformed these points into an advantage for the class."

Upon hearing this, Katsuragi nodded, feeling an even greater respect for Sakamoto.

Not only are they exceptionally capable, but they also never boast about their achievements.

"So—as for guessing the other class leaders,"

"I don't think there's any need to take any risks. Our advantages are already significant enough; a steady and methodical approach is the best strategy. I just wonder what the other classes are like now."

The image of Long Yuan's gloomy face flashed through his mind.

"However, I suppose it probably doesn't have much to do with our class anymore."

Faced with absolute strength, the struggles of other classes seemed insignificant.

Sakamoto did not respond, but instead turned his gaze back to the continuous rain outside the shed.

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at the same time,

On the other side of the island, the boys' camp after Class D split up.

The conditions were far less comfortable than those in Class A.

Although the tent could barely keep out the rain, the damp air and muddy ground made people feel depressed.

Most of the boys huddled inside the tents, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji sat alone at the entrance of a tent.

Looking at the drizzling rain outside,

His face still wore that same expression he never showed.

His plan has quietly entered its final stage.

All the traps have been laid, awaiting only the final day.

Ayanokouji calmly deduced the final outcome in his mind.

But I really didn't expect this...

His thoughts drifted slightly away, to the Class A camp located on the high point of the cape.

I thought of that man who single-handedly turned survival into art.

The goal he wants to surpass

This time, I actually helped him out.

It was precisely because Class A was led by Sakamoto that...

They demonstrated such overwhelming strength and unfathomable strategic planning ability.

Most of their attention was focused on Class A.

The focus was placed on how to deal with Sakamoto, the ultimate problem.

In contrast, Class D was in internal chaos.

In their eyes, it might be more like a tool that can be easily used to acquire points.

Rather than a threat that requires our full attention.

This kind of "ignorance" brought about by absolute strength

This provided Ayanokoji with an excellent opportunity to secretly carry out his plan.

Although they can never surpass Class A.

But now, taking advantage of the information gap, Class D's class points...

He roughly calculated the possible outcomes.

I reckon they'll secure a solid second place.

The rain pattered against the tent, making a monotonous sound.

Ayanokoji sat quietly, like the most patient hunter.

Waiting for noon tomorrow,

That inevitable "Leader Guessing" segment that will determine the final rankings.

The exam on the deserted island is finally coming to an end.

And before the final moment arrived,

Whether it's the triumphant Class A or the scheming Class D,

All of this was under the rain curtain that enveloped the entire island.

Waiting quietly.

First Grade Summer Vacation: Chapter 113: Sakamoto Arrives from the Sea

The exam on the deserted island, day seven, early morning.

Katsuragi Kohei stood in the center of the camp, conducting the last roll call since landing on the island.

"Masumi Kamuro."

"arrive."

"Masayoshi Hashimoto".

"arrive."

"Yamamura Miki".

"arrive."

"Sakamoto."

"arrive."

The roll call was delivered with a steady and powerful voice, and the responses were clear and crisp.

When the last name was called, Katsuragi closed the roster with satisfaction.

Coincidentally, there was a printing error in Sakamoto's name on the list.

In Class A, not a single person was absent or fell behind.

Everyone stood neatly in the center of the camp.

The morning light shone on the orderly sheds, the clean and tidy stoves, and the terrace that they had cultivated and reinforced themselves.

Katsuragi's gaze swept over the place where they had lived for six days.

An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.

Seven days ago, this place was just a desolate highland overgrown with weeds and scattered with rocks.

Today, the residential, warehouse, and dining areas are well-organized and have distinct functions, with drainage ditches crisscrossing the area. Even drying racks and handmade pottery are readily available.

This is no longer a campsite; it has become a resort attraction that would amaze any visitor.

Many students in Class A also showed reluctance in their eyes.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile here embodies their sweat and wisdom.

The sense of accomplishment from transforming barren land into a habitable place is irreplaceable by any classroom learning.

"You all did a great job."

Katsuragi's voice broke the brief silence, pulling everyone's thoughts back to reality.

"But the exams are almost over, so we should look forward."

Just then, a steady footstep sounded.

The figure of homeroom teacher Tomoya Majima appeared at the camp entrance.

He still had that stern, unsmiling expression, but when his sharp gaze swept across the entire camp,

A barely suppressed hint of surprise and admiration flashed deep in his eyes.

As the class advisor for Class A, he knew all too well how difficult it was to build and maintain such a camp on an uninhabited island.

What shocked him even more was that, according to the system records, Class A did not use a single point to purchase any modern tools or supplies during the entire exam period.

He created all of this from scratch, entirely through his own hands and wisdom.

Ms. Mashima walked up to Katsuragi and handed him a thin folder.

"Katsura, this is the 'Leader Guessing' form for the final day. Before the exam ends at noon, fill in the names of the other class leaders that your class guesses and hand them to me."

Then he added with satisfaction:

"You... have built this place very well."

Katsuragi took the folder and bowed slightly:

"Thank you, teacher. This is the result of the joint efforts of the whole class."

Mashima nodded, said nothing more, and turned to wait aside.

Katsuragi opened the folder, which contained a simple form that required the names of the leaders of classes B, C, and D to be filled in.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up, trying to find the figure who always gave crucial advice.

Where is Sakamoto-san?

Ge Cheng looked around, his brows furrowed slightly. They were clearly here when roll call was taken, how could they have vanished in the blink of an eye?

He glanced at Masumi Kamuro, who had been paying close attention to Sakamoto's movements:

"Kamuro-kun, have you seen Sakamoto-kun?"

Masumi Kamuro also looked puzzled, and she shook her head:

"It was just here a moment ago... and it disappeared in the blink of an eye."

She habitually searched for that tall figure with her eyes, but found nothing.

Such sudden disappearances seem to have become the norm for Sakamoto, but each time they still leave a sense of mystery.